That mandate is a taunder-peal that died On which the midnight closed; and on that ar 3. CASAR'S PASSAGE OF THE RUBICON.-James Sheridan Knowles A GENTLEMAN, Mr. Chairman, speaking of Cæsar's benevolent disposition, and of the reluctance with which he entered into the civil war, observes, "How long did he pause upon the brink of the Rubicon!" How came he to the brink of that river? How dared he cross it? Shall private men respect the boundaries of private prop erty, and shall a man pay no respect to the boundaries of his country's rights? How dared he cross that river? O! but he paused upon the brink. He should have perished upon the brink ere he had crossed it! Why did he pause? Why does a man's heart palpitate when he is on the point of committing an unlawful deed? Why does the very murderer, his victim sleeping before him, and his glaring eye taking the measure of the blow, strike wide of the mortal part? Because of conscience! 'T was that made Cæsar pause upon the brink of the Rubicon. Compassion! What compassion? The compassion of an assassin, that feels a momentary shudder, as his weapon begins to cut! Cæsar paused upon the brink of the Rubicon! What was the Rubicon? The boundary of Caesar's province. From what did it separate his province? From his country. Was that country a desert? No: it was cultivated and fertile, rich and populous! Its sons were men of genius, spirit, and generosity! Its daughters were lovely, susceptible, and chaste! Friendship was its inhabitant! Love was its inhabitant! Domestic affection was its inhabitant! Liberty was its inhabitant! All bounded by the stream of the Rubicon! What was Cæsar, that stood upon the bank of that stream? A traitor, bringing war and pestilence into the heart of that country! No wonder that he paused, no wonder if, his imagination wrought upon by his conscience, he had beheld blood instead of water, and heard groans instead of murmurs! No wonder, if some gorgon horror had turned him into stone upon the spot! But no! he cried, "The die is cast!" He plunged! - he crossed!-and Rome was free no more! 4. ROLLA'S ADDRESS TO THE PERUVIANS. -Sheridan. My brave associates, partners of my toil, my feelings, and my fame!can Rolla's words add vigor to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts? No! You have judged, as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude Your generous spirit has compared, as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, can animate their minds and ours. They you by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule: we, for our country, our altars, and our homes. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate: we serve a monarch whom we love a God whom we adore. Whene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progress! Whene'er they pause in amity, affliction mourns their friendship. They boast they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error! Yes: they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride! They offer us their protection: yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs-covering and devouring them! They call on us to barter all of good we have enhanced and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise. Be our plain answer this: The throne we honor is the People's choice; the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacy; the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this; and tell them, too, we seek no change, — and, least of all, such change as they would bring us! 5. RICHELIEU AND FRANCE. —Sir E. Bulwer Lytton. My liege, your anger can recall your trust, Rifle my coffers; but my name, my deeds, Are royal in a land beyond your sceptre. -lawless nobles And breadless serfs; England fomenting discord, To armed thunderbolts. The Arts lay dead; I am not; - I am just! I found France rent asunder The rich men despots, and the poor banditti; Sloth in the mart, and schism within the temple. Brawls festering to rebellion; and weak laws CROMWELL ON THE DEATH OF CHARLES THE FIRST.—Original adaptation from Sir E. Bulwer Lytton. 2 By what law fell King Charles? By all the laws Amazed and awed! but when that one man's victima Poor worms, unclothed in purple, daily die, In the grim cell, or on the groaning gibbet, Drop not one tear from your indifferent eyes! O'er the unlimited empire of men's souls, for freedom is That air, to honest lips, and here he lies. In dust most eloquent, to after time A never-silent oracle for Kings! Was this the hand that strained within its grasp So haught a sceptre? Majesty like a garment? this the shape that wore Spurn that clay. It can resent not; speak of royal crimes, Beside the coffin of a headless King! He thralled my fate, I have prepared his doom; 7 PROCREATIVE VIRTUE OF GREAT EXAMPLES. —Lord Byron. WE will not strike for private wrongs alone. But are unworthy a tyrannicide. We must forget all feelings save the one ; So that the sacrifice ascend to Heaven, "But if we fail -?" They never fail who die But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts The world, at last, to freedom? What were we, Turns servile. He and his high friends were styled Of true Venetians, sprung from Roman sires; 1 MARINO FALIERO TO THE VENETIAN CONSPIRATORS — Lord Byron. You see me here, As one of you hath said, an old, unarmed, Defenceless man; and yesterday you saw me Presiding in the hall of ducal state, Apparent sovereign of our hundred isles, Here, at my heart, the outrage! - but my words, Would only show my feebleness the more; Nor kingdom, which hath neither prince ncr Peopl This mockery of a Government, this spectre, |