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cess is even at present surrounded by doubt and danger, while such opposition is brewing against it in such a quarter. Instead of a majority of twenty-seven mem35 bers of this house, to save the empire from convulsion, which, within the last twenty four hours, has become ten thousand times more petrifying to the imagination; I believe nothing can save Ireland--nothing can preserve the tranquillity of Ireland and save England from 40 new troubles, but a large increase of the majority on the question. Now, then, is the time to carry it or not for years--and even now you can carry it only by an overwhelming majority of this House. This is the hour of its good fortune. This reign-the present reign, is the crit45 ical moment of its probable success.-The time may pass quickly by you—the glorious opportunity may soon be lost. After a little sleeping, and a little debating, and a little sitting upon these benches, and a little folding of your arms, and a short, passing space of languid procras50 tination, the present auspicious occasion will have disappeared, and the dominion of bigotry and despotism will come in all its might upon our slumberings, like an armed man in the night, and destroy the peace of Ireland, and endanger the safety of England, and threaten 55 the liberties of the general Empire.-But God forbid that such a time may ever arrive! Yet, if it is destined to come upon us, late and far, far distant from us be the ill-omened crisis. If I were a lover of discord--Sir, I am not a lover of discord--and those perhaps who con60 sider me so, are only not lovers of discord, because they prefer, to what they call discord and commotion, the solitude, which absolute, unthinking obedience pays to unmitigated despotism. I respect all men's consciences. God forbid that I should not give to their honest differ65 ences of opinion that toleration which I challenge for myself. I have said that a want of conscientious honesty and frankness is the last charge which I would bring against any man either within these walls or out of doors; but I have lived long enough to know that 70 most antagonists, provided they be not honest, enlightened men, are very often the most perverse and pertinacious antagonists, and that all hopes of reclaiming them

from their errors, "so help them God," is impossible. It becomes us then, to set our House in order by times, 75 and to recollect, that if we carried up the Bill, on a former occasion, with a majority of nineteen, and it failed in the House of Peers, there is ten thousand fold the necessity for taking this last opportunity of bringing the question to a conclusion because an event may happen 80 --God knows how soon or how late, but God forbid that it should be soon, when you will have no longer the option; when even if the Bill should be carried--not by a majority of nineteen or twenty-seven-but by a unanimous vote of both Houses of Parliament, and the voice 85 of the whole country--even if the country streamed with blood, the measure could not be effected except by an inseparable breach of the Crown.

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Dangers which beset the Literature of the age.

There are dangers of another sort, which beset the literature of the age. The constant demand for new works and the impatience for fame, not only stimulate authors to an undue eagerness for strange incidents, 5 singular opinions, and vain sentimentalities, but their style and diction are infected with the faults of extravagance and affectation. The old models of fine writing and good taste are departed from, not because they can be excelled, but because they are known, and want 10 freshness; because, if they have a finished coloring, they have no strong contrasts to produce effect. The consequence is, that opposite extremes in the manner of composition prevail at the same moment, or succeed each other with a fearful rapidity. On one side are to 15 be found authors, who profess to admire the easy flow and simplicity of the old style, the naturalness of familiar prose, and the tranquil dignity of higher compositions. But in their desire to be simple, they become extravagantly loose and inartificial; in their familiar20 ity, feeble and drivelling; and in their more aspiring efforts, cold, abstract, and harsh. On the other side, there are those, who have no love for polished perfection of style, for sustained and unimpassioned accuracy, for

persuasive, but equable diction. They require more 25 hurried tones, more stirring spirit, more glowing and irregular sentences. There must be intensity of thought and intensity of phrase at every turn. There must be bold and abrupt transitions, strong relief, vivid coloring, forcible expression. If these are present, all other 30 faults are forgiven, or forgotten. Excitement is pro

duced, and taste may slumber.

Examples of each sort may be easily found in our miscellaneous literature among minds of no ordinary cast. Our poetry deals less than formerly with the sen35 timents and feelings belonging to ordinary life. It has almost ceased to be didactic, and in its scenery, and descriptions reflect too much the peculiarities and morbid visions of eccentric minds. How little do we see

of the simple beauty, the chaste painting, the uncon40 scious moral grandeur of Crabbe and Cowper? We ́have, indeed, successfully dethroned the heathen deities. The Muses are no longer invoked by every unhappy inditer of verse. The Naiads no longer inhabit our fountains, nor the Dryads our woods. The River 45 Gods no longer rise, like old father Thames,

"And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore."

In these respects our poetry is more true to nature, and more conformable to just taste. But it still insists too much on extravagant events, characters, and passions far removed from common life, and farther remov50 ed from general sympathy. It seeks to be wild, and fiery, and startling; and sometimes, in its caprices, low and childish. It portrays natural scenery, as if it were always in violent commotion. It describes human emotions as if man were always in ecstasies or horrors. 55 Whoever writes for future ages must found himself upon feelings and sentiments belonging to the mass of mankind. Whoever paints from nature will rarely depart from the general character of repose impressed upon her scenery, and will prefer truth to the ideal sketches of 60 the imagination.

Story.

82.

Tribute to Henry Kirk White.

Unhappy WHITE! while life was in its spring,
And thy young Muse just wav'd her joyous wing,
The spoiler came; all, all thy promise fair
Has sought the grave, to sleep forever there.
5 Oh! what a noble heart was here undone,
When Science' self destroy'd her favourite son!
Yes, she too much indulg'd thy fond pursuit,

She sow'd the seeds, but Death has reap'd the fruit. "Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, 10 And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; 15 Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel,

He nurs'd the pinion which impell'd the steel.
While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest,
Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.

Byron.

SACRED ELOQUENCE.

83.

Defence of Pulpit Eloquence.

It is sufficiently evident, that eloquence has a strong influence over the minds and passions of men.

I do not call the attention of the reader to those compositions which filled Athens with valour, which agitat5 ed or calmed, at the will of the orator, the bosoms of a thousand warriors, and which, all nations have consented to immortalize. The thunder which Demosthenes hurled at the head of Philip, continues to roll to the present hour; and his eloquence, stripped as it is of ac10 tion and utterance, mutilated by time, and enfeebled by translation, is yet powerful enough to kindle in our bosoms, at this remote age, a fire, which the hand of death has extinguished in the hearts of those who were originally addressed! We pass over, also, the eloquence 15 which Cicero poured out, in a torrent so resistless, that the awful senate of Rome could not withstand its force; an eloquence that could break confederacies, disarm forces, control anarchy !-an eloquence that years cannot impair, age cannot weaken, time cannot des20 troy! But we appeal to its influence, in an age not very remote, nor very unlike the present, in a neighbouring country, in the ministerial profession. The name of Massillon was more attractive than all the perfumes that Arabia could furnish; and this was the 25 incense that filled the churches of spiritual Babylon. The theatre was forsaken, while the church was crowded; the court forgot their amusements, to attend the preacher; and his spirit-controling accents drew the monarch from his throne to his feet, stopped the impet

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