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their sors fall on the field of Bunker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington and Concord,--and the very walls will cry out in its support.
Sir, I know the uncertainty of human affairs; but I see, I see clearly, through this day's business. You and I, indeed, may rue it. We may not live to the time, when this declaration shall be made good. We may die; die, colonists; die, slaves ; die, it may be, ignominiously, and on the scaffold. Be it so.
Be it so.
If it be the pleasure of Heaven that my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come when that hour inay. But, while I do live, let me have a country, or at least the hope of a country, and that a free country.
But, whatever may be our fate, be assured, be assured, that this declaration will stand. It may cost treasure, and it may cost blood; but it will stand, and it will richly compen'sate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present,
We shall make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we ‘are in our graves, our children will honour it. They will celebrate it, with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illuminations. On its annual return, they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy. Sir, before God, I believe the hour is come. My judgement approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, in this-life, I am now ready here to stake upon it; and I leave off, as I begun, that, live or die, survive or perish, I am for the declaration. It is my living sentiment, and, by the blessing of God, it shall be my dying sentiment ;--independence now; and INDEPENDENCE FOREVER !!
And so that day shall be honoured, illustrious prophet and patriot! so that day shall be honoured ; and, as often as it returns, thy renown shall come along with it; and the glory of thy life, like the day of thy death,* shall not fail from the remembrance of men.
* Both of the distinguished patriots, in commemoration of whose lives anii services this Discourse was delivered, died on the same day, 4th July, 1826,-fifty years from the day on which the Declaration of Independence, of whirli one was the author, and the other the strenuous and eloquent advocate, was adopted by the American Congress.
The School-Boy.-THE AMULET.
The School-Bov had been rambling all the day,
But on again he pressed with quickened step,
O’ercome with terror, the pale boy sank down, ;
" TIME! thou art flying rapidly,
But whither art thou flying ?"
To the grave—which yours will be
I wait not for the dying.
And, laughing, passed life's morning ;
Too late to give thee warning."
The steps of Time pursuing :
What deed must thou be doing ?"
Thy chain to earth is rended:
Prepare ! thy course is ended!
Attentively the fainting boy perused
'Twas strange, the influence which that fearful hour
Stanzas addressed to the Greeks.-ANONYMOUS.
On, on, to the just and glorious strife !
With your swords your freedom shielding: Nay, resign, if it must be so, even life;
But die at least, unyielding.
On to the strife! for 'twere far more meet
To sink with the foes who bay you,
And smile on the swords that slay you.
Shall the pagan slaves be masters, then,
Of the land which your fathers gave you ?
When your own good swords may save you?
No! let him feel that their arms are strong,
That their courage will fail them never, —
And bury past shame forever.
Let him know there are hearts, however bowed
By the chains which he threw around them,
And cry "wo!” to the slaves who bound them
Let him learn how weak is a tyrant's might
Against liberty's sword contending;
find how the sons of Greece can fight,
Then on! then on to the glorious strife !
With your swords your country shielding,
But die, at least, unyielding.
Strike! for the sires who left you free!
Strike! for their sakes who bore you !
And the Heaven you worship o'er you!
The Spanish Patriot's Song.-ANONYMOUS.
HARK! Hear ye the sounds that the winds, on their pinions.
Exultingly roll from the shore to the sea, With a voice that resounds through her boundless dominions? Behold, on yon summits, where Heaven has throned her,
'Tis COLUMBIA calls on her sons to be free!
How she starts from her proud, inaccessible seat; With nature's impregnable ramparts around her,
And the cataract's thunder and foam at her feet!
In the breeze of her mountains her loose locks are shaken,
While the soul-stirring notes of her warrior-song, From the rock to the valley, re-echo, “Awaken!
Awaken, ye hearts, that have slumbered too long!” Yes, despots ! too long did your tyranny hold us,
In a vassalage vile, ere its weakness was known; Till we learned that the links of the chain that controlled us,
Were forged by the fears of its captives alone.
That spell is destroyed, and no longer availing.
Despised as detested, pause well ere ye dare To cope with a people, whose spirits and feeling
Are roused by remembrance, and steeled by despair. Go, tame the wild torrent, or stem with a straw [them,
The proud surges that sweep o'er the strand that confined But presume not again to give freemen a law,
I or think with the chains they have broken to bind them. To heights by the beacons of Liberty lightened,
They're a scorn who come up her young eagles to tame; And to swords, that her sons for the battle have brightened,
The hosts of a king are as flax to a flame.
The Three Warnings.-MRS. THRALE.
The tree of deepest root is found
That love of life increased with years
The greatest love of life appears.