mind and quickens your heart, and as it fills the mind and quickens the heart of millions around you.

Instantly, under such an influence, you ascend above the smoke and stir of this small local strife ; you tread 5 upon the high places of the earth and of history; you

think and feel as an American for America ; her power, her eminence, her consideration, her honor, are yours; your competitors, like hers, are kings; your home, like

hers, is the world ; your path, like hers, is on the highway 10 of empires ; your charge, her charge, is of generations and

ages; your record, her record, is of treaties, battles, voyages, beneath all the constellations ; her image, one, immortal, golden, rises on your eye as our western star at

evening rises on the traveller from his home; no lowering 15 cloud, no angry river, no lingering spring, no broken cre

vasse, no inundated city or plantation, no tracts of sand, arid and burning on that surface, but all blended and softened into one beam of kindred rays, the image, harbinger,

and promise of love, hope, and a brighter day! 20 But if you would contemplate nationality as an active

virtue, look around you. Is not our own history one witness and one record of what it can do ? This day and all which it stands for, did it not give us these ? This

glory of the fields of that war, this eloquence of that revo25 lution, this one wide sheet of flame, which wrapped tyrant

and tyranny, and swept all that escaped from it away, forever and forever ; the courage to fight, to retreat, to rally, to advance, to guard the young flag by the young arm and

the young heart's blood, to hold up and hold on till the 30 magnificent consummation crowned the work, were not all these imparted or inspired by this imperial sentiment ?

Has it not here begun the master-work of man, the creation of a national life? Did it not call out that prodig

ious development of wisdom, the wisdom of constructive35 ness which illustrated the years after the war, and the

framing and adopting of the constitution ? Has it not, in

general, contributed to the administering of that govern ment wisely and well since ?

Look at it! It has kindled us to no aims of conquest. It has involved us in no entangling alliances. It has kept 5 our neutrality dignified and just. The victories of peace

have been our prized victories. But the larger and truer grandeur of the nations, for which they are created, and for which they must one day, before some tribunal, give

account, what a measure of these it has enabled us already 10 to fulfil! It has lifted us to the throne, and has set on

our brow the name, of the Great Republic. It has taught us to demand nothing wrong, and to submit to nothing wrong; it has made our diplomacy sagacious, wary, and

accomplished ; it has opened the iron gate of the moun15 tain, and planted our cnsign on the great tranquil sea.

It has made the desert to bud and blossom as the rose; it has quickened to life the giant brood of useful arts; it has whitened lake and ocean with the sails of a daring,

new, and lawful trade ; it has extended to exiles, flying as 20 clouds, the asylum of our better liberty.

It has kept us at rest within all our borders; it has repressed without blood the intemperance of local insubordination ; it has scattered the seeds of liberty, under law

and under order, broadcast; it has seen and helped Amer23 ican feeling to swell into a fuller flood ; from many a field

and many a deck, though it seeks not war, makes not war, and fears not war, it has borne the radiant flag, all unstained ; it has opened our age of lettered glory ; it has opened and honored the age of the industry of the people!



MOORE. (In 1820, a popular revolution broke out in Naples and Sicily, which was soon suppressed by the Austrians, who entered Naples in March, 1821, with very little resistance on the part of the Neapolitans. Lord Castlereagh was at that time secretary of state for the foreign department in Great Britain, and a statesman of strong Tory principles. Filicaia and Petrarch were Italian poets and patriots, the former of the seventeenth, and the latter of the fourteenth century.] I AY, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are !

From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk from the first touch of Liberty's war,

Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains !

2 On - on, like a cloud, through their beautiful vales,

Ye locusts of tyranny! - blasting them o'er :
Fill — fill up their wide, sunny waters, ye sails,

From each slave-mart in Europe, and shadow their shore.

3 Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands

Laugh out with a scorn that shall ring to the poles,
When each sword, that the cowards let fall from their hands,

Shall be forged into fetters to enter their souls !

4 And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driven,

Base slaves ! may the whet of their agony be,
To think - as the doomed haply think of that heaven

They had once within reach — that they might have been free

5 Shame! shame! when there was not a bosom, whose heat

Ever rose o'er the zero of Castlereagh's heart,
That did not, like Echo, your war-hymn repeat,

And send back its prayers with your Liberty's start!

6 When the world stood in hope — when a spirit that breathed

Full fresh of the olden time whispered about,
And the swords of all Italy, half-way unsheathed,

But waited one conquering cry to flash out!

7 When around you the shades of your mighty in fame,

Filicaias and Petrarchs seemed bursting to view,
And their words and their warnings — like tongues of bright flams

Over Freedom's apostles — fell kindling on you!

8 Good God! that in such a proud moment of life,

Worth ages of history - when, had you but hurled One bolt at your tyrant invader, that strife

Between freemen and tyrants, had spread through the world.

9 That then –0, disgrace upon manhood! e'en then

You should falter — should cling to your pitiful breath; Cower down into beasts, when you might have stood men,

And prefer a slave's life, to a glorious death!

10 It is strange! - it is dreadful! Shout, Tyranny, shout

Through your dungeons and palaces, “Freedom is o'er's If there lingers one spark of her fire, tread it out,

And return to your empire of darkness once more.

11 For if such are the braggarts that claim to be free,

Come, Despot of Russia, thy feet let me kiss :Far nobler to live the brute bondman of thee,

Than sully even chains by a struggle like this!


SEWARD, [WILLIAM HENRY SEWARD was born in Florida, New York, May 16, 1801. He was graduated at Union College in 1819, and admitted to the bar in 1822. Without neglecting his professional duties, he early engaged in politics, and in 1838 was chosen governor of New York by the Whigs, and was re-elected in 1846. In February, 1849, he was chosen to the senate of the United States, and continued a member of that body till the election of President Lincoln, when he became a meinber of his cabinet as secretary of state. During his career in the senate, he was remarkable for the ability and consistency with which he maintained the policy and principles of the anti-slavery party, but he by no means confined his attention to this subject, but spoke upon a variety of questions connected with the commercial and industrial relations of the country. He is a man of patient and persevering industry, and his speeches, which are always carefully prepared, are honorably distinguished for their decorum of tone and their great literary merit. His writings have been published in four octavo volumes, with a biographical memoir and historical notes.

The following extract is from a eulogy on John Quincy Adams, delivered before the legislature of New York, April 6, 1848.]

The model by which he formed his character was Cicero. Not the living Cicero, sometimes inconsistent, often irreso

lute, too often seeming to act a studied part, and always covetous of applause. But Cicero, as he aimed to be, and as he appears revealed in those immortal emanations of

his genius which have been the delight and guide of in5 tellect and virtue, in every succeeding age. Like the

Roman, Adams was an orator, but he did not fall into the error of the Roman, in practically valuing cloquence more than the beneficence to which it should be devoted. Like

him he was a. statesman and magistrate worthy to bo 1) called “ The second founder of the republic,” — like him

a teacher of didactic philosophy, of morals, and even of his own peculiar art; and like him he made all liberal learning tributary to that noble art, while poetry was the

inseparable companion of his genius in its hours of relax15 ation from the labors of the forum and of the capitol.

Like him, he loved only the society of good men, and by his generous praise of such, illustrated the Roman's beautiful aphorism, that no one can be envious of good

deeds, who has confidence in his own virtue. Like Cicero, 20 he kept himself unstained by social or domestic vices;

preserved serenity and cheerfulness; cherished habitual leverence for the Deity, and dwelt continually, not on the mystic theology of the schools, but on the hopes of a better

life. He lived in what will be regarded as the virtuous 25 age of his country, while Cicero was surrounded by an

overwhelming degeneracy. He had the light of Christianity for his guide, and its sublime motives as incitements to virtue; while Cicero had only the confused

instructions of the Grecian schools, and saw nothing cer30 tainly attainable but present applause and future fame.

In moral courage, therefore, he excelled his model, and rivalled Cato. But Cato was a visionary, who insisted upon his right to act always without reference to the condition

of mankind, as he would have acted in Plato's imaginary 35 republic. Adams stood, in this respect, midway between the impracticable stoic and the too flexible academician.

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