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And youths and maidens most poetical,
Full of meek sympathy, must heave their sighs
Farewell, O Warbler! till to-morrow eve;
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
To make him Nature's playmate; and if Heaven
PITT'S REPLY TO WALPOLE.
THE atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has, with such spirit and decency, charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but
content myself with wishing-that I may be one of those whose follies cease with their youth; and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.
Whether youth can be imputed to any man as a reproach, I will not assume the province of determining: but, surely, age may become justly contemptible, if the opportunities which it brings, have past away without improvement, and vice appears to prevail when the passions have subsided. The wretch, that, after having seen the consequences of a thousand errors, continues still to blunder, and whose age has only added obstinacy to stupidity, is surely the object either of abhorrence or contempt; and deserves not that his grey head should secure him from insults. Much more is he to be abhorred, who, as he has advanced in age, has receded from virtue, and become more wicked with less temptation; who prostitutes himself for money which he cannot enjoy, and spends the remains of his life in the ruin of his country.
But youth is not my only crime. I have been accused of acting a theatrical part. A theatrical part may either imply some peculiarities of gesture, or a dissimulation of my real sentiments, and an adoption of the opinions and language of another man.
In the first sense, the charge is too trifling to be confuted, and deserves only to be mentioned that it may be despised. I am at liberty, like every other man, to use my own language; and though I may perhaps have some ambition, yet to please this gentleman I shall not lay myself under any restraint, or very solicitously copy his diction or his mein, however matured by age or modelled by experience. But if any man shall, by charging me with theatrical behaviour, imply that I utter any sentiments but my own, I shall treat him as a calumniator and a villain; nor shall any protection shelter him from the treatment which he deserves. I shall, on such an occasion, without scruple, trample upon all those forms with which wealth and dignity entrench them
selves; nor shall any thing but age restrain my resentmentage, which always brings one privilege-that of being insolent and supercilious without punishment.
But, with regard to those whom I have offended, I am of opinion-that if I had acted a borrowed part, I should have avoided their censure. The heat that offended them is the ardour of conviction, and that zeal for the service of my country, which neither hope nor fear shall influence me to suppress. I will not sit unconcerned while my liberty is invaded, nor look in silence upon public robbery. I will exert my endeavours (at whatever hazard) to repel the aggressor, and drag the thief to justice,-what power soever may protect the villany, and whoever may partake of the plunder.
LAW AND LIBERTY.
Now's the day, and now's the hour!
Gather like the muttering storm!
Waking from their guilty trance,
Waves on waves compose the main;
Who shall check the ocean tide?
Hearts in mutual faith secure,
These shall make us free!
Bend the knee, and bare the brow,
Law and Liberty!"
MOONLIGHT IN VENICE.
THE high moon sails upon her beauteous way,
Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have
Of sleepless lovers to a wakeful mistress,
The act of opening the forbidden lattice,
Of boatmen answering back with verse for verse;
Now will I to my couch, although to rest
Is almost wronging such a night as this.
EXTRACT FROM SIR D. K. SANDFORD'S SPEECH ON THE
GOVERNMENT PLAN OF EDUCATION FOR IRELAND.
THERE is not an inhabitant of Britain that has not a vital interest in Ireland: there is no man, from the highest to the least elevated stations in life, to whose bosom the affairs of that country do not come home. No statesman's head will lie easy on its pillow, until the distractions of Ireland are allayed. No contributor to the revenues of the British empire, no holder of British funds, is without a deep concern in what has hitherto proved an endless source of expense