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I held some slack allegiance till this hour
But now my sword 's my own. Smile on, my lords;
I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes,
Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs,
I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,
To leave you in your lazy dignities.
But here I stand and scoff you:-here I fling
Hatred and full defiance in your face.
Your consul’s merciful. For this all thanks.
He dares not touch a hair of Catiline.
"Traitor!'I go---but I return. This---trial!
Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs,
To stir a fever in the blood of age,
Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel.
This day's the birth of sorrows!---This hour's work
Will breed proscriptions.---Look to your hearths, my lords,
For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods,
Shapes hot from Tartarus !---all shames and crimes;---
Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn;
Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup;
Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe,
Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones;
Till Anarchy comes down on you like night,
And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.

WILLIAM TELL IN THE FIELD OF GRUTLI.-Knowles

Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!
I hold to you the hands you first beheld,
To show they still are free. Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes answer me,
And bid your tenant welcome to his home
Again !---O sacred forms, how proud you look!
How high you lift your heads into the sky!
How huge you are! how mighty and how free!
Ye are the things that tower, that shine---whose smile
Makes glad---whose frown is terrible—whose forms,
Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear
Of awe divine. Ýe guards of liberty,
I'm with you once again!-I call to you

With all my voice!—I hold my hands to you,
To show they still are free. I rush to you
As though I could embrace you!

Scaling yonder peak,
I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow
O'er the abyss:-his broad-expanded wings
Lay calm and motionless upon the air,
As if he floated there without their aid,
By the sole act of his unlorded will,
That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively
I bent my bow; yet kept he rounding still
His airy circle, as in the delight
Of measuring the ample range beneath
And round about, absorbed, he heeded not
The death that threatened him. I could not shoot!
’T was liberty !---I turned my bow aside,
And let him soar away!

THE TORCH OF LIBERTY.--T. Moore.

I saw it all in Fancy's glass--

Herself, the fair, the wild magician,
That bid this splendid day-dream pass,

And named each gliding apparition.

'T was like a torch-race---such as they

Of Greece performed, in ages gone,
When the fleet youths, in long array,

Passed the bright torch triumphant on.

I saw the expectant nations stand,

To catch the coming flame in turn--
I saw, from ready hand to hand,

The clear, but struggling glory burn.

And, oh, their joy, as it came near,

’T was, in itself, a joy to see-, While Fancy whispered in my ear,

"That torch they pass is Liberty!'

And each, as she received the flame,

Lighted her altar with its ray;
Then, smiling, to the next who came,

Speeded it on its sparkling way.

From Albion first, whose ancient shrine

Was furnished with the fire already, Columbia caught the spark divine,

And lit a flame, like Albion's, steady.

The splendid gift then Gallia took,

And, like a wild Bacchante, raising The brand aloft, its sparkles shook,

As she would set the world a-blazing!

And, when she fired her altar, high

It flashed into the reddening air
So fierce, that Albion, who stood nigh,

Shrunk, almost blinded by the glare!

Next, Spain, so new was light to her,

Leaped at the torch—but, ere the spark She flung upon her shrine could stir,

'Twas quenched-and all again was dark.

Yet, no-not quenched-a treasure, worth

So much to mortals, rarely dies-Again her living light looked forth,

And shone, a beacon, in all eyes!

Who next received the flame? alas!

Unworthy Naples.-Shame of shames, That ever through such hands should pass

That brightest of all earthly flames!

Scarce had her fingers touched the torch

When, frighted by the sparks it shed; Nor waiting e'en to feel the scorch,

She dropped it to the earth and fled.

And fallen it might have long remained;

But Greece, who saw her moment now, Caught up the prize, though prostrate, stained.

And waved it round her beauteous brow,

And Fancy bade me mark where, o'er

Her altar, as its flame ascended,
Fair laureled spirits seemed to soar,

Who thus in song their voices blended:

Shine, shine forever, glorious flame,

Divinest gift of God's to men!
From Greece thy earliest splendour came,

To Greece thy ray returns again.

"Take, Freedom, take thy radiant round;

When dimmed, revive, when lost, return,
Till not a shrine through earth be found,

On which thy glories shall not burn!"

CATHOLIC EMANCIPATION.

Extracted from the Rev. SYDNEY SMITH's Speech before an Assembly of

Clergymen.

It was spoken at a meeting of the clergy of the Archdeaconry of the East Riding of Yorkshire, (England) held at the Tiger Inn, at Beverly, for the purpose of adopting a petition against the Catholic claims. The meeting was numerously attended by clergymen hostile to the bill. The Rev. S. Smith stood alone in his opposition.]

We preach to our congregations, Sir, that a tree is known by its fruits. By the fruits it produces I will judge your system. What has it done for Ireland? New Zealand is emerging-Otaheite is emerging-Ireland is not emerging-she is still veiled in darkness-her children, safe under no law, live in the very shadow of death.

Has your system of exclusion made Ireland rich? Has it made Ireland loyal? Has it made Ireland free? Has it made Ireland happy? How is the wealth of Ireland proved? Is it by the naked, idle, suffering savages, who are slumbering on the inud fioors of their cabins? In what does the loyalty of Ireland consist? Is it in the eagerness with which they would range themselves under the hostile banner of any invader, for your destruction and for your distress? Is it liberty, when men breathe and move among the bayonets of English soldiers? Is their happiness and their history anything but such a tissue of murders, burnings, hanging, famine and disease, as never existed before in the annals of the world?

This is the system which, I am sure, with very different intentions and very different views of its effects, you are met this day to uphold. These are the dreadful consequences which those laws, your petition prays may be continued, have produced upon Ireland. From the principles of that system, from the cruelty of those laws, Í turn, and turn with the homage of my whole heart, to that memorable proclamation, which the Head of our Church, the present monarch of these realms, has lately made to his hereditary dominions of HanoverThat no man should be subjected to civil incapacities, on account of his religious opinions. Sir, there have been many memorable things done in this reign.

-Hostile armies have been destroyed; fleets have been captured; formidable combinations have been broken to pieces -but this sentiment in the mouth of a king deserves, more than all glories and victories, the notice of that historian, who is destined to tell to future ages the deeds of the English people. I hope he will lavish upon it every gem which glitters in the diadem of genius, and so uphold it to the world, that it will be remembered when Waterloo is forgotten, and when the fall of Paris is blotted out from the memory of man.

Great as it is, Sir, this is not the only pleasure I have received in these latter days. I have seen, within these few weeks, a degree of wisdom in our mercantile law, such superiority to vulgar prejudice, views so just and so profound, that it seemed to me as if I were reading the works of a speculative economist, rather than the improvements of a practical politician, agreed to by a legislative assembly, and upon the eve of being carried into execution, for the benefit of a great people. Let who will be their master, I honour and praise the ministers who have learned such a lesson. I rejoice that I have lived to see such an improvement in English affairs—that the stubborn resistance to all improvement --the contempt of all scientific reasoning, and the rigid adhesion to every stupid error, which so long characterised the proceedings of this country, is fast giving way to better things, under better men, placed in better circumstances.

I confess it is not without severe pain, that in the midst of all this expansion and improvement, I perceive that in our profession we are still calling for the same exclusionstill asking, that the same fetters may be rivetted on our fellow creatures-still mistaking what constitutes the weakness

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