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My lords, I did not intend to have encroached again upon your attention; but I cannot repress my indignation. I feel myself impelled by every duty.

2. My lords, we are called upon as members of this house, as men, as christian men, to protest against such notions standing near the throne, polluting the ear of majesty. "That God and nature put into our hands!"—I know not what ideas that lord may entertain of God and nature; but I know that such abominable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacre of the Indian scalping-knife — to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, roasting, and eating, literally, my lords, eating the mangled victims of his barbarous battles! Such horrible notions shock every precept of religion, divine or natural, every generous feeling of humanity, and every sentiment of honor.

3. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation. I call upon that right reverend bench, those holy ministers of the gospel and pious pastors of our church; I conjure them to join in the holy work, and vindicate the religion of their God. I appeal to the wisdom and the law of this learned bench, to defend and support the justice of their country. I call upon the bishops, to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn; upon the learned judges, to interpose the purity of their ermine, to save us from this pollution. I call upon the honor of your lordships, to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and maintain your own.

4. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the constitution. From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestors of this noble lord frown with indignation at the disgrace of his country. In vain he led your victorious fleets against the boasted armada of Spain; in vain he defended and

established the honor, the liberties, the religion, the protestant religion of his country, against the arbitrary cruelties of popery and the inquisition, if these more than popish cruelties and inquisitorial practices are let loose among us. To turn forth into our settlements, among our ancient connections, friends, and relations, the merciless cannibal, thirsting for the blood of man, woman, and child! to send forth the infidel savage — against whom? against your protestant brethren; to lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, with these horrible hell-hounds of savage war! - hell hounds, I say, of savage war.

LESSON LXXXI.

CASABIANCA.

MRS. HEMANS.

YOUNG Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the Admiral > the Orient, remained at his post in the battle of the Nile, after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned, and perished in the explosion of the vessel, whon the flames had reached the powder.

1. THE boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but him had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.

2. Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though child-like form.

3. The flames rolled on, he would not go
Without his father's word;

That father faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

4. He called aloud-"Say, father, say,
If yet my task is done?"

He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

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5. "Speak, father! once again he cried,
"If I may yet be gone!

And"-but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

6. Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death,
In still, yet brave despair:

7. And shouted but once more aloud,

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My father! must I stay?"

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

8. They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

9. There came a burst of thunder sound-
The boy-oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea.

10. With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part-

But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that
young faithful heart!

LESSON LXXXII.

APPEAL TO THE JURY AGAINST BLAKE.

PHILLIPS.

1. Oн, gentlemen, am I this day only the counsel of my client? No, no; I am the advocate of humanity-of yourselves -your homes-your wives-your families-your little children. I am glad that this case exhibits such atrocity; unmarked as it is by any mitigatory feature, it may stop the frightful advance of this calamity; it will be met now, and marked with vengeance. If it be not, farewell to the virtues of your country; farewell to all confidence between man and man; farewell to that unsuspicious and reciprocal tenderness, without which marriage is but a consecrated curse. If oaths are to be violated, laws disregarded, friendship betrayed, humanity trampled, national and individual honor stained, and if a jury of fathers and of husbands will give such miscreancy a passport to their homes, and wives, and daughters-farewell to all that yet remains of Ireland!

2. But I will not cast such a doubt upon the character of my country. Against the sneer of the foe, and the skepticism of the foreigner, I will still point to the domestic virtues, that no perfidy could barter, and no bribery can purchase, that with a Roman usage, at once embellish and consecrate households, giv ing to the society of the hearth all the purity of the altar; that lingering alike in the palace and the cottage, are still to be found scattered over this land-the relic of what she was— the source perhaps of what she may be the lone, the stately, and magnificent memorials, that rearing their majesty amid surrounding ruins, serve at once as the landmarks of the departed glory, and the models by which the future may be erected.

3. Preserve those virtues with a vestal fidelity; mark this

day, by your verdict, your horror of their profanation; and believe me, when the hand which records that verdict shall be dust, and the tongue that asks it, traceless in the grave, many a happy home will bless its consequences, and many a mother teach her little child to hate the impious treason of adultery.

LESSON LXXXIII.

THE DYING CHRISTIAN.

POPE

1. VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying;
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2. Hark! they whisper: angels say,
Sister spirit, come away.

What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight;
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3. The world recedes, it disappears;
Heaven opens on my eyes: my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?

O death! where is thy sting?

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