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Mr. President - | It is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. | We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, I and listen to the song of that syren | till she transforms us into beasts. | Is this the part of wise men, I engaged in a great, and arduous struggle for lib'erty? | Are we disposed to be of the number of those / who, having eyes, see not, I and having ears, hear not the things which so nearly concern their temporal salva'tion? | For my part, I whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I I am willing to know the whole: truth - I to know the worst', i and to provide for it. I

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided ; and that is the lamp of experience. 1 I know of no way of judging of the future, I but by the past' :/ and, judging by the past, \ I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years' | to justify those hopes / with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves, and the house?! Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received' ? | Trust it not', sir - 1 it will prove a snare to your feet : suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. I

Ask yourselves | how this gracious reception of our petition, | comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters, and darken our land. Are fleets, and armies | necessary to a work of love, and reconcilia'tion ? | Have we shown ourselves so unwil. ling to be reconciled, I that force must be called in to win back our love'? | Let us not deceive ourselves, sir: I these are the implements of war, and subjuga'. tion - | the last arguments to which kings resort. ||

I ask gentlemen, sir, I what means this martial array | if its purpose be not to force us to submission ? / Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it?! llas Great Britain' any enemy in this quarter of the world | to call for all this accumulation of navies, and ar'mies? | No', sir, , she has none'. i They are meant for us': they can be meant for no other. ¡ They are sent over to bind, and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long for ging.; And what have we to oppose' to them? | Shall we try ar gument ? | Sir, we have been trying that , for the last ten years'. | Have we any thing new to offer upon the subject? | Nothing. | We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable ; ! but it has been all in vain. I

Shall we resort to entreaty, and humble supplication? | What terms shall we find, which have not been already exhausted ? | Let us not, I beseech you, sir, I deceive ourselves longer. | Sir, / we have done every thing that could be done / to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned ; / we have remon'strated ; / we have sup plicated ; | we have prostrated ourselves before the throne', i and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry, and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted ; ; our remonstrances i have produced additional violence, and in'sult; our supplications have been disregarded ; , and we have been spurned with contempt, I from the foot of the throne. I

In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace, and reconciliation. - | There is no longer any room for hope. 1 If we wish to be free, 'if we mean to preserve inviolate / those inestimable privi. leges for which we have been so long contending, if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, : 'and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon / until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, 'we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! | AD appeal to arms, 'and to the God of Hosts, , ?is all that is left us. I

• Britân; not Brit''n. Ex-håst'ed; not ég2-2åst'éd.

They tell us, sir, I that we are weak', - I unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. | But when shall we be strong'er? | Will it be the next week - 1 or the next year? | Will it be when we are totally disarmed; and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house, ? Shall we gather strength by irresolution, and inac'tion? | Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance | by lying supinely on our backs, 1 and hugging the delusive phantom of hope 1 until our enemies shall have bound us hand, and foot ? | Sir, i we are not weak | if we make a proper use of those means / which the God of nature hath placed in our power. 1

Three millions of people, l 'armed in the holy cause of liberty, ! 'and in such a country as that which we possess, 1 are invincible / under any force which our enemy can send against us. | "Besides, sir, I we shall not fight our battles alone :''there is a just GodI who presides over the des tinies of nations ; l’and who will raise up friends' to fight our battles for us. | The battle, sir, 1 is not to the strong alone ; | it is to the vig ilant, | the ac'tive, , the brave. Besides, sir, | we have no election. | If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. 1 There is no retreat, but in submission, and slavery. Our chains are forged : their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. " The war is inevitable; I and let it come! | I repeat it, sir - let it come !!

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. | Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! | but there is no peace. ! The war is actually begun! | The next gale that sweeps from the north, i will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. ! ! Our brethren are already in the field, ! | Why stand we here idle? | What is it that gentlemen wish ?, What would they have, ? | Is life so dear, i or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains, and sla' very? I know not what course others may take ; ! but, as for me, I give me lib'erty, I or give me death, ! |


(THOMSON.) These, as they change, | Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. | The rolling year Is full of thee. | Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, I thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields'; I the soft'ning air is balm ; ! Echo the mountains round' ; | the forest smiles. ; | And ev'ry sense', / and ev'ry heart is joy. 1 Then comes thy glo'ry I in the Summer months, 1 With light, and heat refulgent. | Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; ! And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder, speaks; / And oft at dawn', ; deep noon', I or falling eve', | By brooks, and groves, I in hollow-whisp'ring gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd', 1 And spreads a common feast for all that live. In Winter, awful thou ! | with clouds, and storms Around thee thrown, / tempest o'er tempest rollid, Majes tic darkness ! | on the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime, I thou bidst the world adore'; And humblest Nature with thy northern blast: 1 Mysterious round! | what skill', / what force divine, Deep fell, I in these, appear.! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, I with such kind art,* | Such beauty, and beneficence combin'd' : 1 Shade, unperceiv'd, so soft'ning into shade', / And all so forming an harmonious whole', / That, as they still succeed, I they rav'ish still. / But, wand'ring oft, with brute unconscious gaze, | Man marks not thee', 'marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, / wheels the silent spheresi, 1

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Works in the secret deep', shoots, steaming, thence, /
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring,
Flings from the sun direct" the flaming day', 1
Feeds ev'ry crea'ture, i hurls the tem pest forth; /
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport, touches all the springs of life. |
Nature, attend, ! I join ev'ry living soul, I
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky', /
In adoration, join, and ardent raise
One general song! | To him, ye vocal gales, |
Breathe soft'; whose spirit in your fresh ness breathes :/
O talk of him in solitary glooms'!,
Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine
Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. |
And ye whose bolder note is heard afar', /
Who shake the astonish'd world., ! lift high to heaven
The impetuous song', and say from whom you rage. /
His praise, ye brooks', attune," | ye trembling rills., |
And let me catch it as I muse along. I
Ye headlong tor'rents, I rapid, and profound; I
Ye softer floods that lead the humid maze
Along the vale',, and thou, majestic main', /
A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound his stupendous praise, / whose greater voice, i
Or bids you roar', / or bids your roarings fall.. I

Soft roll your in cense, herbs, and fruits', and flow'rs', 1
In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts'; /
Whose breath perfumes you; | and whose pencil

paints. 1
Ye forests, bend, ; 1 ye harvests, wave to him; !
Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart', !
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. I

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Ardent; not ardunt. • Religious awe; not reliBrooks attune; not brooks'sur-tune.

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