Have we any thing new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find, which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done every thing that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned —we have remonstrated-we have supplicated-we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending-if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained- -we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight!! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us. They tell us, sir, that we are weak-unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable-and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace-but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!-I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! DESCRIPTION OF THE EMPRESS OF RUSSIA'S PALACE OF ICE. COWPER. Less worthy of applause, though more admired, Because a novelty, the work of man, Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ, Thy most magnificent and mighty freak, The wonder of the North. No forest fell When thou would'st build; no quarry sent its stores To enrich thy walls: but thou didst hew the floods, And make thy marble of the glassy wave. In such a palace Aristes found Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale Of his lost bees to her maternal ear: No sound of hammer or of saw was there: Gleamed through the clear transparency, that seem'd From Heaven to Earth, of lambent flame serene. (What seem'd at least commodious seat) were there; Sofa and couch, and high built throne august. The same lubricity was found in all, And all was moist to the warm touch; a scene Treacherous and false; it smiled, and it was cold. 1 MEETING OF SATAN AND THE ANGELS. PARADISE LOST.-Book IV. Now had night measured with her shadowy cone Forth issuing at the accustomed hour, stood armed "Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the south With strictest watch; these other wheel the north; Our circuit meets full west." As flame they part, Half wheeling to the shield, half to the spear. From these, two strong and subtle spirits he called That near him stood, and gave them thus in charge. "Ithuriel and Zephon, with winged speed Search through this garden, leave unsearched no nook: But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge, Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escaped In search of whom they sought: him there they found The organs of her fancy, and with them forge The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise Of force to its own likeness: up he starts Yet thus, unmoved with fear, accost him soon. Here watching at the head of these that sleep?" Your message, like to end as much in vain?" To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn. "Think not, revolted spirit, thy shape the same, Or undiminished brightness to be known, As when thou stood'st in Heaven upright and pure; So spake the cherub, and this grave rebuke, |