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'T was thus, by the glare of false science betray'd, '
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind; |
My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shade, |
Destruction before me, and sorrow behind. |
O pity, great Father of Light, then, I cried, |

Thy creature who fain would not wander from thee.!! Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride: |

From doubt, and from darkness, thou only, canst free.| And darkness, and doubt are now flying away'; | No longer, I roam in conjecture forlorn: | So breaks on the traveller, | faint and astray', | The bright, and the balmy effulgence of morn. | See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in tri'umph descending, I And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! | On the cold cheek of Death, smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty, immortal, | awakes from the tomb. |

DIALOGUE BETWEEN KING EDWARD, AND THE EARL OF WARWICK.

[Translated from the French, by Dr. Thomas Franklin.]

Edw. Let me have no intru'ders; | above all, Keep Warwick from my sight,

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No welcome guest, it seems, unless I ask

My lord of Suffolk's leave

| there was a time |

When Warwick wanted not his aid | to gain

Admission here. I

Ed. There was a time, perhaps, |

When Warwick more desired, and more

deserved it.]

War. Nev'er; I've been a foolish, faithful slave:!

All my best years, the morning of my life, |

Have been devoted to your service: | what

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Are now the fruits? Disgrace, and infamy |
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My spotless name, which never yet the breath
Of calumny had tainted, | made the mock

For foreign fools to carp at: but 'tis fit, |
Who trust in princes, should be thus rewarded. |
Ed. I thought, my lord, I had full well repaid
Your services with honors, | wealth', and power
Unlimited thy all-directing hand |

Guided in secret every latent wheel

Of government, and mov'd the whole machine: |
Warwick was all in all, and powerless Edward |
Stood like a cipher in the great account. |

War. Who gave that cipher worth, and seated thee
On England's throne? Thy undistinguish'd name i
Had rotted in the dust from whence it sprang',
And moulder'd in oblivion, had not Warwick |
Dug from its sordid mine | the useless ore', ¡
And stamp'd it with a diadem. | Thou knowest
This wretched country, doom'd, perhaps, like Rome.,
To fall by its own self-destroying hand, |
Tost for so many years in the rough sea
Of civil discord', but for me had per'ish'd. |
In that distressful hour, I seiz'd the helm', |

Bade the rough waves subside in peace', and steer'd
Your shatter'd vessel safe into the har bor. |
You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid |
Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth, I
He who forgets a friend, deserves a foe. |

Ed. Know, too, reproach for benefits receiv'd, |
Pays every debt, and cancels obligation. |

War. Why, that indeed is frugal honesty, |

A thrifty, saving knowledge: | when the debt
Grows burdensome, and cannot be discharg'd, |
A sponge will wipe out all, and cost you nothing. |
Ed. When you have counted o'er the numerous train
Of mighty gifts your bounty lavish'd on me, |
You may remember next the injuries

Which I have done you; let me know them all, |
And I will make you ample satisfaction. |

War. Thou canst not; thou hast robb'd me of a jewel] It is not in thy power to restore: |

I was the first, | shall future annals say, I
That broke the sacred bond of public trust |
And mutual confidence; ambassadors,
In after times, mere instruments, perhaps, |
Of venal states'men, shall recall my name
To witness that they want not an example, !
to sanctify their own. |

And plead my guilt

Amidst the herd of mercenary slaves

That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick,

To be the shameless herald of a lie? |

Ed. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me'? | If I have broke my faith, and stain'd the name Of England, thank thy own pernicious coun'sels | That urged me to it, and extorted from me | A cold consent to what my heart abhorr❜d`.

War. I've been abus'd, insul'ted, and betray'd、 ; | My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance, | Her wounds will never close, !|

Ed. These gusts of passion!

Will but inflame them; If I have been right
Inform'd, my lord, besides these dangerous scars
Of bleeding honor, | you have other wounds
As deep, though not so fatal: such, perhaps, !
As none but fair Elizabeth can cure. |
War. Elizabeth! |

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Ed. Nay, start` not- I have cause

To wonder most: I little thought, indeed, |
When Warwick told me, I might learn to love, I
He was himself so able to instruct me: |
But I've discover'd all

War. And so have I'

Too well I know thy breach of friendship there', ]
Thy fruitless, bàse endeavors to supplant me. |
Ed. I scorn' it, Sir- - Elizabeth hath charms', |
And I have equal right with you' to admire them; |
Nor see I aught so godlike in the form,

So all-commanding in the name of Warwick,

That he alone should revel in the charms
Of beauty, and monopolize perfection. :
I knew not of your love.

War. 'Tis false! |

You knew it all, and meanly took occasion, |
Whilst I was busied in the noble office, !
Your Grace thought fit to honor me withal, |
To tamper with a weak, unguarded wo`man,
And basely steal a treasure |

Which your king'dom could not purchase. |

Ed. How know you that? | but be it as it may', | I had a right, nor will I tamely yield My claim to happiness, the privilege To choose the partner of my throne: | It is a branch of my prerogative. |

War. Prerogative! | what's that? | the boast of ty

rants,

A borrow'd jewel, | glittering in the crown
With spe'cious lustre, lent but to betray.. |
You had it, Sir, and hold' it, | from the people.

Ed. And therefore do I prize it: I would guard
Their liberties, and they shall strengthen mine : |
But when proud faction, and her rebel crew |
Insult their sovereign, | trample on his laws', |
And bid defiance to his power, the people,
In justice to themselves, will then defend
His cause', and vindicate the rights they gave. |
War. Go to your darling people, then; for soon,
If I mistake not, 't will be need ful; try
Their boasted zeal, and see if one of them |
Will dare to lift his arm up in your cause, |
If I forbid him. I

Ed. Is it so, my lord? |

Then mark my words: I've been your slave too long, And you have ruled me with a rod of iron; |

But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy mas'ter, | And will be so: the king who delegates

His power to others' hands, but ill deserves
The crown he wears.

War. Look well then to your own: [

It sits but foosely on your head; | for, know', |
The man who injur'd War wick, | never pass'd
Unpunish'd yet.

Ed. Nor he who threaten'd Edward

You may repent it, Sir my guards' there | seize
This traitor, and convey him to the Tower -|
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There let him learn obedience. |

SPEECH ON THE SUBJECT OF EMPLOYING THE INDIANS

TO FIGHT AGAINST THE AMERICANS. Nov. 18, 1777.*

(LORD CHATHAM.)

I cannot, my lords, | I will not | join in congratulation on misfortune and disgrace.. | This, my lords, | is a perilous, and tremendous moment: | it is not a time for adula'tion: the smoothness of flattery cannot save us in this rugged and awful crisis. It is now necessary to instruct the throne in the language of truth. We must, if possible, | dispel the delusion, and darkness which envelope it; | and display in its full danger, and genuine colours, the ruin which is brought to our doors..

Can ministers still presume to expect support in their infatuation? Can parliament be so dead to its dignity, and duty, as to give its support to measures thus obtruded, and forced upon it? | measures, my lords, | which have reduced this late flourishing empire to scorn, and contempt. But yesterday, and England might have stood against the world`; | now, none so poor as to do her reverence! |

* Mr. Pitt delivered this speech in opposition to Lord Suffolk, who proposed in Parliament to employ the Indians against the Americans; and who had said, in the course of the debate, that they had a right to use all the means, that God and Nature had put into their hands, to conquer America.

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