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3. I do not mean to be disrespectful; but the attempt of the Lords to stop the progress of reform reminds me very forcibly of the great storm of Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs. Pàrtington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824 there set in a great food upon that town; the tide rose to an incredible height; the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction.

In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm, Dame Parting.. ton, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house, with mop and pattens, trundling the mop, squeezing out the seawater, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was ròused. Mrs. Pàrtington's spirit was up; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean bèat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tèmpest. Gentlemen, be at your ease; be quiet and steady. You will bèat Mrs. Partington.

4. “Poor Indians! Where are they now? Indeed, this is a truly afflicting consideration. The people here may say what they please; but, on the principles of eternal truth and justice, they have no right to this country. They say that they have bòught it. Bòught it! Yès. Of whòm? Of the poor trembling nàtives, who knew that refusal would be in vàin, and who strove to make a merit of necessity by seeming to yield with grace what they knew they had not the power to retàin.”

5. Whatever your lot on earth, is it not better than you desérve? and amidst all your troubles, have not you much to be thànkful for? There are sadder hearts than yours; go and comfort them, and that will comfort you. Are you ill and suffering? By your gentle patience be an example to those who are suffering tòo. It is the selfish manner in which we live, engrossed by our own tròubles, which renders us unmindful of those of others; we hurry through the streets, intent on some business of our own, heeding not the many little acts of kindness we could do for one another which would send us home with a light heart.

6. I do not acknowledge, sir, the right of Plymouth to the whole rock. Nò, the rock underlies all Amèrica; it only crops out here. It has cropped out a great many times in our history. You may recognize it always. Old Pùtnam stood upon it at

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Bunker Hill when he said to the Yankee boys, “ Don't fire tiil you see the whites of their èyes.” Ingraham had it for ballast when he put his little sloop between two Austrian frigates, and threatened to blow them out of the water if they did not respect the broad eagle of the United Stàtes. Jefferson had it for a writing-desk when he drafted the Declaration of Independence and the “Statute of Religious Liberty” for Virginia.

VI. Declamatory. 1. Advànce, then, ye future generations! We would hàil you, as you rise in your long succession, to fill the places which we now fill, and to taste the blessings of existence where we are pássing, and shall soon have pàssed, our own human duràtion.

We bid you welcome to this pleasant land of the fàthers. We bid you welcome to the healthful skies and the verdant fields of New Èngland. We greet your accession to the great inheritance which we have enjoyed. We welcome you to the blessings of good government and religious lìberty.

We welcome you to the treasures of science and the delights of learning. We welcome you to the transcendent sweets of domèstic life, to the happiness of kindred, and parents, and chìldren. We welcome you to the immeasurable blessings of rational existence, the immortal hope of Christianity, and the light of everlasting trùth.

2. “The gentleman, sir, has misconceived the spirit and tèndency of Northern institutions. He is ignorant of Northern chàracter. He has forgotten the history of his country. Preach insurrection to the Northern láborers! Who are the Northern laborers? The history of your country is their history. The renown of your country is thèir renown. The brightness of their doings is emblazoned on its every page. Where is Còncord, and Lèxington, and Princeton, and Trènton, and Saratoga, and Bun-ker Hill, but in the Nòrth? And what, sir, has shed an imperishable renown on the names of those hallowed spots but the blood, and the struggles, the high daring, and patriotism, and sublime courage of Northern làborers? The whole Nòrth is an everlasting monument of the freedom, virtue, intelligence, and indomitable independence of Northern laborers ? Gò, sir, go preach insurrection to men like thèse!"

3. “Sir, in the most express tèrms I deny the competency of parliament to do this act. I warn you, do not dare to lay your hand on the constitution. I tell you that if, circumstanced as you are, you pass this act, it will be a nullity, and no man in Ireland will be bound to obèy it. I make the assertion delìberately. I repeat it, and call on any man who hears me to take down my words. You have not been elected for this purpose. You are appointed to make làws, not législatures.”

4. “I have returned, nòt as the right honorable member has said, to raise another stórm,-I have returned to protect that constitution, of which I was the parent and founder, from the assassination of such men as the honorable gentleman and his unworthy associates. They are corrupt—they are seditious and they, at this very mòment, are in a conspiracy against their cöùntry! Here I stand for impeachment or trìal! I dàre accusation! I defỳ the honorable gentleman! I defy the government! I defy their whole phàlanx! Let them come fòrth! I tell the ministers I will neither give thém quarter, nor tåke it!”


5. The right honorable gentleman has called me

an unimpeached tràitor.” I ask, why not tràitor unqualified by any epiinet? I will tell him: it was because he dàre not. It was the act of a coward who raises his arm to strike, but has not courage to give the blòw. I will not call him villain, because it would be unparliamentary, and he is a privy councillor. I will not call him fool, because he happens to be Chancellor of the Èxchequer. But I say he is one who has abused the privilege of Parliament and the freedom of debate to the uttering language, which, if spoken oŭt of the House, I should answer only with a blów! I care not how high his situation, how low his character, how contemptible his speech; whether a privy councillor or a parasite, my answer would be a blòw!


6. I wish for nothing but to breathe in this our island, in common with my fellow-subjects, the air of liberty. I have no ambition, unless it be to break your chains and contemplate your glòry. I never will be satisfied so long as the meanest cottager in Ireland has a link of the British chàin clanking to his rags. He may be náked, he shall not be in irons. And I do see the time at hànd; the spirit is gone fòrth; the Declaration of Right is plànted; and though great men should fall off, yet the cause shall live; and though he who utters this should die, yet the immortal fire shall outlast the humble organ who convéys it, and the breath of liberty, like the word of the holy màn, will not die with the prophet, but survive him.

VII. Emotional.
1. But here I stand and scoff you! here, I fling

Hatred and full defìance in your face!
Your consul's mêrciful :—for this all thanks.
He dares not touch a hair of Catiline!


Signior Antonio, many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my mòneys and my ùsances :
Still I have borne it with a patient shrùg;
For sufferance is the badge of all our trìbe.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dòg,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine òwn.
Well, then, it now appears, you need my help:
Go tò, then; you come to me, and you say-
“Shylock, we would have moneys." You say so;
You that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And fòot me, as you spurn a stranger cùr
Over your thrèshold; mòneys is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say-
“Hath a dóg money? Is it possible
A cùr can lend three thousand ducats?" or
Shall I bend lòw, and in a bondman's key,
With 'bated breath and whispering humbleness,
Say this,
“Fair Sir, you spìt on me on Wednesday last;
You spùrned me such a day; another time
You called me dòg; and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much môneys ?”

3. Farewell, a lòng farewell, to all my greatness !

This is the state of man ;-to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hópe, to-morrow blóssoms,
And bears his blushing honors thíck upon him:
The third day comes a fròst, a killing fròst;

And—when he thinks, good, easy man, full surely
This greatness is a ripening-nips his root,
And then he fàlls as I'do.

4. I could have bid you live, had life been to you the same weary and wasting burden that it is to mě,—that it is to every noble and generous mind. But you, wretch! you could creci through the world unaffècted by its various disgraces, its ineffal le miseries, its constantly accumulating masses of crime and sòrrow ;—you could live and enjòy yourself, while the noble-minded are betràyed,—while nameless and birthless villains tread on the neck of the brave and long-descended :-you could enjoy yourself like a butcher's dog in the shambles, battening on gàrbage, while the slaughter of the bràve went on around you! This enjoyment you shall not live to partàke of: you shall die, base dog!—and that before yon cloud has passed over the sùn!

5. Thou slàve, thou wretch, thou còward,

Thou little văliant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger sîde!
Thou Fòrtune's champion, thou dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art pèrjured too,
And sooth’st up grèatness. What a fòol art thou,
A ramping fòol; to brag, and stamp, and swear
Upon my pàrty! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier! bidding me depend
Upon thy stárs, thy fórtune, and thy strength ?
And dost thou now fall over to my fóes ?
Thou wear a lion's hide! dòff it for shàme,
And hang a câlf's skin on those recreant limbs.

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