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Be just', and fear not : 1 Let ali the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy coun’try's, Thy God's', and truth's, ; I then if thou fall’st, oh Crom

well,
Thou fallist a blessed martyr. 1 0 Cromwell, I
Had I servd my God | with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, I he would not in mine age |
Have left me naked to mine enemies. I

REPLY TO WALPOLE.

(PITT.*) The atrocious crime of being a young man. I which the honorable gentleman has, i with such spirit and decency, charged upon me, \ I shall neither attempt to palliate, nor deny ; but content myself with wishing ihat I may be one of those / whose follies cease with their youth', I and not of that number / who are ignorant in spite of experience.

Whether youth can be imputed to a'ny man as a reproach, I will not assume the province of deter mining: / but surely age may become justly contemptible, | if the opportunities which it brings have passed away without improvement, I and vice appears to prevail | when the passions have subsided.

This illustrious father of English Oratory, having expressed himself, in the House of Commons, with his accustomed energy, in opposition to one of the measures then in agitation, his speech produced an answer from Mr. WALPOLE, who, in the course of it, said, “ Formidable sounds, and furious declamation, confident assertions, and lotiy periods, may affect the young and inexperienced; and, perhaps, the honorable gentleman may have contracted his habits of oratory by conversing more with those of his own age, than with such as have had more opportunities of acquiring knowledge, and more successful methods of communicating their sentiments." And he made use of some expressions, such as vehemence of gesture, theatrical emotion, &c., applying them to Mr. Pirt's manner of speaking. As soon as Mr. WALPOLE sat down, Mr. Pitt got up and replied as above.

The wretch who, after having seen the consequences of a thousand errors, continues süll to blunder, and whose age has only added obstinacy to stupidity, is surely the object of either abhorrence or contempt, and deserves not that his grey head' should secure him from insult. |

Much more is he to be abhorred, / who, as he has advanced in age | has receded from virtue, , and becomes more wicked with less temptation : i who prostitutes himself for money which he cannot enjoy', , and spends the remains of his life i in the ruin of his country.

But youth is not my only crime. ! I have been accused of acting a theatrical part. ! A theatrical part I may either imply some peculiarities of gesture, or a dissimulation of my real sentiments, and an adoption of the opinions and language of another man.

In the first sense, the charge is too trifling to be confuted, and deserves only to be mentioned to be despised. | I am at liberty, like every other man, I to use my own language; and though I may, perhaps, have some ambition; / yet to please this gentleman, I shall not lay myself under any restraint', / or very solicitously | copy his diction, or his mien, , however matured by age, lor modelled by experience. I

If any man shall, I by charging me with theatrical behavior, | imply that I utter any sentiments but my own, I shall treat him as a calumniator , and a vil. lain : I nor shall any protection shelter him from the treatment which he deserves. | I shall, on such an occasion, without scruple, trample upon all those forms / with which wealth and dignity entrench themselves : I nor shall any thing but age restrain my resent ment:' age which always brings one privilege :' that of being insolent and supercilious without punishment.

But with regard to those whom I have offended, I am of opinion that if I had acted a borrowed part, I should have avoided their censure. | The heat that offended them is the ardor of conviction, and that zeal for the service of my country which neither hope nor fear, shall influence me to suppress. I

I will not sit unconcerned while my liberty is inva ded, I nur look in silence upon public robbery. | I will exert my endeavors, at whatever hazard, to repel the aggressor, I and drag the thief to jus'tice, what power soever may protect the villany, and whoever may partake of the plunder.

GENIUS.

(AKENSIDE) From heaven my strains begin; from heaven descends The Name of genius to the human breast, I And love, and beauty, and poetic joy, And inspiration. | Ere the radiant sun Sprang from the east, I or 'mid the vault of night | The moon suspended her serener lamp ; 1 Ere mountains, woods, or streams adorn'd the globe, I Or Wisdom taught the sons of men' her lore; | Then lived the Almighty Ose; then, deep retired, In his unfathom'd essence, / view'd the forms, | The forins eternal of created things; The radiant sun, the moon's nocturnal lamp, The mountains, woods, and streams, the rolling globe, And Wisdom's mien celestial. I

From the first Of days, ' on them his love divine he fix’d, 1 His admiration : till, in time complete, What he admired and loved, i his vital smile l'nfolded into being. I llence the breath Of life informing each organic frame, Jlence the green earth, and wild resounding waves ; | Hence light and shade alternate; / warmth and coid, / And clear autumnal skies, and vernal showers, i And all the fair variety of things. i

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338 PRACTICAL ELOCUTION.
But not alike to every mortal eye!
Is this great scene unveil'd. | For, since the claims
Of social life, to different labors urge
The active powers of man, / with wise intent!
The hand of Nature on peculiar minds /
Imprints a different bias, I and to each
Decrees its province in the common toil. I
To some she taught the fabric of the sphere, I
The changeful moon, the circuit of the stars,
The golden zones of heaven: I to some she gave
To weigh the moment of eternal things, I
Of time, and space, and Fate's unbroken chain,
And will's quick impulse ; 1 others by the hand
She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore
What healing virtue i swells the tender veins
Of herbs and flowers ; l or what the beams of morn
Draw forth, I distilling from the clifted rind
In balmy tears. 1

But some to higher hopes
Were destin'd; some within a finer mould
She wrought, I and temper'd with a purer flame:
To these the Sire Omnipotent | unfolds
The world's harmonious volume, there to read
The transcript of himself. On every part |
They trace the bright impressions of his hand;
In earth or air, ! the meadow's purple stores, !
The moon's mild radiance, or the virgin's form,
Blooming with rosy smiles, they see portray'd
That uncreated beauty which delights
The Mind Supreme. 1 They also feel her charms,
Enamor’d; I they partake the eternal joy. I

GREATNESS.

(AKENSIDE)
Say, why was man so eminently raised |
Amid the vast creation ? i why ordain'd
Thro' life and death to dart his piercing eye,

With thought beyond the limit of his frame,
But that the Omnipotent might send him forth,
In sight of mortal and immortal powers,
As on a boundless theatre, I to run
The great career of justice: to exalt
His generous aim to all diviner deeds; /
To chase each partial purpose from his breast ; 1
And thro’ the mists of passion and of sense,
And thro' the tossing tide of chance and pain,
To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice
Of Truth and Virtue, up the steep ascent
Of Nature, I calls him to his high reward,
The applauding smile of Heaven? |

Else wherefore burns
In mortal bosom this unquenched hope,
That breathes from day to day sublimer things,
And mocks possession ? | Wherefore darts the mind, I
With such resistless ardor to embrace
Majestic forms, I impatient to be free; i
Spurning the gross control of wilful might;
Proud of the strong contention of her toils; I
Proud to be daring? : Who but rather turns
To Heaven's broad fire his unconstrained view,
Than to the glimmering of a waxen flame? |
Who that, from Alpine heights, I his laboring eye
Shoots round the wide horizon, i to survey
Nilus or Ganges rolling his bright wave
Thro' mountains, plains, thro' empires black with shade,
And continents of sand, I will turn his gaze
To mark the windings of a scanty rill
That murmurs at his feet ? |

The high-born soul Disdains to rest her heaven aspiring wing Beneath its native quarry. | Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Thro' fields of air; pursues the flying storm; 1 Rides on the volley'd lightning thro' the heavens; Or, yoked with whirlwinds and the northern blast,

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