Do you want an example? Only look to France; the microscopic vision of your rabble blasphemers has not sight enough to contemplate the mighty minds which commenced her revolution. The wit, the sage, the orator, the hero, the whole family of genius furnished forth treasures, and gave them nobly to the nation's exigence; they had great provocation; they had a glorious cause: they had all that human potency could give them. But they relied too much on this human potency, they abjured their God; and as a natural consequence, they murdered their king. They called their polluted deities from the brothel, and the fall of the idol extinguished the flame of the altar. They crowded the scaffold with all their country held of genius or virtue; and when the peerage and the prelacy were exhausted, the mob-executioner of to-day became the mob victim of to-morrow: no sex was spared---no age respected---no suffering pitied; and all this they did in the sacred name of liberty, though, in the deluge of human blood, they left not a mountain-top for the ark of liberty to rest on. But Providence was neither "dead nor sleeping;" it mattered not that for a moment their impiety seemed to prosper---that victory panted after their ensanguined banners ;---that as their insatiate eagle soared against the sun, he seemed but to replume. his wings, and to renew his vision: it was only for a moment: and you see at last in the very banquet of their triumph the Almighty's vengeance blazed upon the wall, and their diadem fell from the brow of the idolator. My Lord, I will not abjure the altar, the throne, and the constitution, for the bloody tinsel of this revolutionary pantomime. I prefer my God even to the impious democracy of their pantheon. I will not desert my king even for the polit

ical equality of their pandemonium. I must see some better authority than the Fleet-street temple before I forego the principles which I imbibed in my youth, and to which I look forward as the consolation of my age; those all-protecting principles which at once guard and consecrate and sweeten the social intercourse; which give life, happiness and death, hope; which constitute man's purity, his best protection-placing the infant's cradle and female's beneath the sacred shelter of the national morality.

Neither Mr. Paine, nor Mr. Palmer, nor all the venom breathing brood, shall swindle from me the book where I have learned these precepts. In despite of all the scoff, and menacing, I say, of the sacred volume they would obliterate, it is a book of facts, as well authenticated as any heathen history -a book of miracles, incontestably avouched-a book of prophecy, confirmed by past as well as present fulfilment-a book of poetry, pure and natural, and elevated even to inspiration-a book of morals, such as human wisdom never frained for the perfection of human happiness. Sir, I will abide by the precepts, admire the beauty, revere the mysteries, and, as far as in me lies, practice the mandates of this sacred volume; and should the ridicule of earth and the blasphemy of hell assail me, I shall console myself by the contemplation of those blessed spirits, who, in the same holy cause, have toiled and shone and suffered in the " goodly fellowship of the saints"-in the "noble army of the martyrs"-in the society of the great and good and wise of every nation: if my sinfulness be not cleansed, and my darkness illuminated, at least my pretentionless submission may be excused: If I err with the luminaries I have chosen for my guides, I confess myself captivated by the loveliness of their

observations. If you err, it is in an heavenly region-if you wander, it is in the fields of light-if you aspire, it is at all events a glorious daring; and rather than sink with infidelity into the dust, I am content to cheat myself with their vision of eternity. It may, indeed, be nothing but delusion, but then I err with the disciples of philosophy and of virtue-with men who have drunk deep at the fountain of human knowledge, but who dissolved not the pearl of their salvation in the draught: I err with Bacon, the great confidant of nature, fraught with all the learning of the past, and almost prescient of the future, yet too wise not to know his weakness, and too philosophic not to feel his ignorance; I err with Milton, rising on an angel's wing to Heaven, and like the bird of morn, soaring out of light amid the music of his grateful piety; I err with Locke, whose pure philosophy only taught him to adore its source, whose warm love of genuine liberty was never chilled into rebellion with its author; I err with Newton, whose star-like spirit, shooting athwart the darkness of the sphere, too soon to re-ascend the home of his nativity; I err with Franklin, the patriot of the world, the playmate of the lightning, the philosopher of liberty, whose electric touch thrilled through the hemisphere. With men like these, sir, I shall remain in error, nor shall I desert those errors, even for the drunken death-bed of a Paine, or the delirious warhoop of the sinking fiend, who would erect his altar on the ruins of society. In my opinion it is dif ficult to say, whether their tenets are more ludicrous or more detestable. They will not obey the king or the prince, or the parliament, or the constitution; but they will obey anarchy. They will not believe in the Prophets-in Moses-in Maho

met-in Christ; but they believe Tom Paine. With no government but confusion-no creed but scepticism, I believe in my soul they would abjure the one if it became legitimate, and rebel against the other if it was once established. Holding, my Lord, opinions such as these, I should consider myself culpable if at such a crisis I did not declare them. A lover of my country, I yet draw a line between patriotism and rebellion. A warm friend to liberty of conscience, I will not confound toleration with infidelity. With all its ambiguity, I shall die in the doctrines of the christian's faith; and with all its errors, I am contented to live under the glorious safeguards of the British constitution.

APPENDIX.

ROBERT EMMETT.

For the following sketch of the character and trial of this distinguished champion of liberty, we are indebted to Phillips' Recollections of Curran, a work of great merit, recently published. The speech of Mr. Emmett, delivered immediately before sen tence of death, we have copied from another work. This hat been given by his immediate friends, and may be considered more genuine than any that has been presented to the world by his enemies.

Speaking of Ireland, Mr. Phillips says

AFTER the dreadful tempest of 1798, the country seemed to have fallen into a natural repose. Government was beginning to relax in its severitiesthe Habeas Corpus act was again in operationthe Union had been carried, and this once kingdom was gradually sinking into the humility of a contented province. All of a sudden, the government unprepared, the people unsuspicious, and the whole social system apparently proceeding without impediment or apprehension, an insurrection broke out in Dublin, which was attended with some melancholy, and at first threatened very serious consequences. At the head of this insurrection was ROBERT EMMETT, a young gentleman of respectable family, interesting manners, and most extraordinary genius. He had been very intimate in Curran's