111 In vain, after these thing, may we indulge the | fond | hope of peace and | recon no If we | wish to be | free, | longer | any | 1 if we mean to pre- | serve in- | violate | those in | estimable | privileges so long con- tending, for | which we have been if we | mean not | basely | to abandon the noble struggle in which | | | we have been so | long en- | gaged, and which we | have pledged ourselves | never to a- | bandon | 91 until the glorious | object obtained, We must peat it, Sir, we must ap- | peal to of our | contest | shall be fight; |11| 1| I refight! ||| An arms, and to the | God of | Hosts, 7 is all that is left us! | 1991 They tell us, | Sir, that we are | weak, unable to cope with so | formidable an | adversary. T But when shall we be | stronger? 191 Will it be the next week, or the | next | year? | 11 Will it be when we are totally dis- | armed, | and | when a | British | guard | shall be | stationed in every house? 11111 Shall we | | | gather strength by | irresolution, and in- | acShall we acquire the means of tion? ef- fectual resistance, | by | lying su- | pinely | ▼ and hugging the de- | lusive | phanun- til our enemies shall have on our | backs, are not weak, foot? 11 Sir, 1|we if we make a proper use of | which the | God of | nature hath | 1 Three | millions of | those means placed in our | power. people,|| armed in the | holy | cause of | liberty, | and in such a country as ❘ that which | we posI sess, are in- | vincible by any force which our enemy can send a- | gainst us. 1997: Be-sides, Sir, we shall not | fight our | battles a- | lone. | 1| 1| There is a | just | God | who pre- sides over the | destinies of nations; | | and who will raise | up | friends to fight our battles for us. 17111 The | battle, | Sir,|is| 1 | | not to the strong a- | lone, || it | is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. 1997 Bewe have | no e- | lection. sides, Sir, If we were base enough to re- | tire from the contest. M now too late There is no re- | treat, sion and slavery. to de- | sire it, | but in sub- | mis Our chains are forged. Their | clanking | may be | heard on the plains of | Boston. |17|77|7The | war is in- evitable, || and | let it | come! 1997 re- | peat it Sir, let it come! ! ។ | I 111 It is in | vain Sir to ex- | tenuate the | Gentlemen may | cry | peace, peace! matter. but there is no | peace. 1111 The war will bring to our is actually be- | gun! | 11|17|The | next | gale that sweeps from the north the clash of re- | sounding arms! Our brethren | are al- | ready | in the | field! here idle? IM What is it that | gentlemen | wish? |17|11! What would they have? Is life | | 111 Why | stand | we | here | idle? | so dear, chased or | peace | so | sweet, | as to be | purat the | price of | chains and | slavery? | 11 For-bid it. Al- | mighty God! I know not what | course | others may | take; | When leagued op- | pression ( poured to | northern | | Peal'd her | loud | drum, | and | twang'd her | trumpet horn; | Tumultuous | horror | brooded | o'er her van, Pre-saging wrath, to | Poland, and to man! ||79| Warsaw's last | champion | from her heights | survey'd, 71 Wide o'er the fields, | a | waste of | ruin | laid; | 991791 O! | Heaven! he cried, my | bleeding | country | save! Is there no | hand on | high, to shield the brave? | What though de- | struction | sweep these | lovely | plains, | Rise, fellow | men! our | country || yet re- | mains! By that dread | name, we | wave the | sword on | high, And swear for her to live! | with ¦ her to die! |11| He said, and on the | rampart | heights array'd | His trusty warriors, || few, but | undismay'd; | Firm | paced, and | slow, a horrid | front they form, Still as the breeze, but | dreadful | ▼ as the 1 storm; Low murmuring | sounds a- | long their | banners | fly, | Revenge or death, the watchword and re-ply; 111111 Then peal'd the notes, om- | nipotent to charm, | And the loud | tocsin toll'd their last a- | 11 | larm. 71 In vain, alas! | in | vain, ye gallant few! | From rank to rank your volley'd thunder | flew; 111 Oh! | bloodiest picture | in the | book of | Time, | Sarmatia fell, | un- | wept, without a crime: Found not a generous | friend, |a| pitying | foe, | Strength in her | arms, nor | mercy wo! 11 in her Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp, the shatter'd | spear, Closed her | bright | eye, and curb'd her high career;|11| Hope, for a season, bade the world | fare- | well, | 17| And | Freedom | shriek'd, |as| Kosci- | usko | fell. 19771 The sun went | down, nor | ceased the | carnage there, Tumultuous | murder | shook the | midnight | air, 77 | On Prague's | proud | arch the | fires of | ruin | glow, His blood-dyed | waters || murmuring | far be| low; 771 The storm pre- | vails, the rampart | yields a- | way, Bursts the wild | cry | of | horror and dis- | may! Hark! as the smouldering | piles with | thunder fall! | A thousand shrieks for | hopeless | mercy | call! 711 Earth shook, | | red | meteors | flashed a- | long the sky, And conscious | Nature | shudder'd at the cry! | 77171 SPEECH OF CASSIUS, INSTIGATING BRUTUS TO JOIN Shakspeare. Well, honoris the | subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other | men | |