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of other days ;-glorious Washington! break the long silence of that votive canvass ;*-speak, speak, marble lips;*_teach us
OF LIBERTY PROTECTED Law!
EXERCISE LX.-MILTON'S LINES TO HIS FATHER. - Translation
by Cowper. [The tones of reverence and of tenderness, pervade the following passage: their effect on the voice, is to produce a low or a high note, as either predominates,-to soften and subdue the utterance, and to render it slow in rate.)
No! howsoe'er the semblance thou assume
Referring to the portrait of Washington, and the bust of Lafayette, which adorn the hall.
And offers me the lip, if, dull of heart,
Go, now, and gather dross, ye sordid minds
Detested foes !
But thou, my Father! since to render thanks
EXERCISE LXI.-APPEAL FOR THE REFORM BILL.-Lord
Brougham. [The prevailing tone of appeal in declamation, gives -as in the following instance, increased earnestness and vividness of utterance,-a more fervent tone, and a more forcible style of action, than in common declamatory harangues.]
I look upon all the growths of popular dissatisfaction, whether in the press, or in unions, in associations, or leagues against the exchequer, or secret societies,-as monstrous things bred out of the corruption of the present representation of the people. When it has been asked what has given birth to them, the answer is at hand. Trust me, it is no other power than that which called together the volunteers
of Ireland in 1782. Trust me, it is no other than that which engendered the Catholic Association. Trust me, it is justice withheld, rights refused, wrongs perpetrated; the folly of believing that men can be governed against their will ; the idiotcy of supposing that the inhabitants of England are to be treated like the savages of the South Sea islands, the frenzy of assuming that you can govern men like children or like savages.
These it is which have peopled the country with these noxious growths,--that have made the rank soil shoot up all these prodigious things, which scare and fright us from our propriety. These things have been seen; but our fears have made us take a wrong course; and instead of making us fling away
the parent, they have made us wage a futile, endless, and fatal war with her gigantic offspring. We have been going on, like those before us, in doing wrong; and our unholy husbandry it is that has induced us to sow injustice, and thence to
reap disaffection. My lords, I use no language of intimidation. We stand now on the brink of a great event. We are now on the eve of the decision of this great measure; and it behoves you to consider, when men tell you that you should not heed clamours, that there is no worse folly,that there is no meaner, baser, more despicable kind of fear, than for men of a frame of mind that allows the weight of reffection and the power of reason, to be afraid of being accused of fear.
My lords, I am now speaking in the same hall where your lordships sat in the year 1828; and in that hall, though not quite in so regular manner as this, I heard the same argument urged for the purpose of preventing your lordships from liberating the Catholics." That argument did prevent that liberation. It was said that it was a troublous time,—that there was much clamour abroad ;--and for fear of being thought to yield to intimidation you shut your ears to the voice of reason. The summer passed over. Autumn came on, with her fruits and her abundance; but she brought not the precious gift of domestic peace. The rage of popular feeling went on; and the election of a Catholic member to sit in a protestant House of Commons took place. Winter bound the earth in its chains, but it bound not the sea of Irish agitation ; for its surge dashed more furiously than ever against the Constitution. Then spring opened its season, but unaccompanied by its wonted harmony; for it had no ethereal mildness, there being at that moment in Ireland much fiercer agitation than before, and ten thousand times more reason for fear, than in the preceding July.
And what did your lordships do, when the only change that had taken place in those seven or eight months, was increase of tumult
, augmentation of danger, and great em. barrassment of all contingent circumstances? What did your lordships do? Wisely, patriotically, firmly, you saved your country ;—you refused any longer to listen to the senseless cuckoo-note of those who said, "Do not emancipate them; for, if you do, it will be through intimidation.' But, at the same time, I am bound to say, that if you
had not listened to these reasons, year after year, for about the twenty preceding years, that measure would have been attended with a tenfold more beneficial effect than when, blessed be God! it did pass, through the instrumentality of the noble Duke, of whom I will say, that however highly I hold his military achievements, still more highly do I think of his achievements in favour of the Catholics.
And now, my lords, to apply this branch of history,—for history it has become,—to the present time. My are now placed in this dilemma. If you refuse reform now, under the foolish notion of being afraid, you may live to see something of which wise men will really be afraid. You may have to live among the hearts of an alienated people, you may have to live among tens of thousands who hate your-you may have to live when all men shall be leagued against you; for it is you alone that stand between them and their wishes.
EXERCISE LXII.-SCENE FROM THE ROSE OF ARRAGON.
Knowles. Speakers,—Ruphino, Alasco, Velasquez, Almagro and other Peasants. [See remarks on previous dialogues, of serious character.]
Ruph. Where loitered you upon your journey home? Six weeks you have been gone;
ere one was past, Your sister was proclaimed the Prince's wife.
Alas. I took a circuit home to see my friends,
You 're a great man
friends! No word yet from my sister ?
Alas. Yes, Velasquez 'tis,
Are you there, Alasco ?
I would be
So I told you ! well,
What is 't, Velasquez?
Velas. I do; and therefore wished thy son away;
Bring'st thou me news Would rouse the fury of my son, Velasquez ? Thou mak’st me tremble :
O Heaven My daughter!
I thank thee, Nature !
Velas. The Prince has done no wrong.
God bless the Prince !