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For, be assur'd, they all are arrant tell-tales :
And though their flight be silent, and their path 20 Trackless as the wing'd couriers of the air,
They post to heaven, and there record thy folly,
Did'st let them pass unnotic'd, unimprov'd.
Thou shalt be made to answer at the bar
Of hood-wink'd Justice, who shall tell thy audit ? 30 Then stay the present instant, dear Horatio,
Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings.
O! let it not elude thy grasp ; but, like
53. The Perfect Orator. Imagine to yourselves a Demosthenes, addressing the most illustrious assembly in the world, upon a point whereon the fate of the most illustrious of nations de
pended—How awful such a meeting ! how vast the sub5 ject! --Is man possessed of talents adequate to the great
occasion ?- Adequate! Yes, superior. By the power of his eloquence, the augustness of the assembly is lost in the dignity of the orator ; and the importance of the
subject, for a while, superseded by the admiration of 10 his talents. With what strength of argument, with what
powers of the fancy, with what emotions of the heart, does he assault and subjugate the whole man; and, at once, captivate his reason, his imagination, and his pas
sions ! -To effect this, must be the utmost effort of 15 the most improved state of human nature.--Not a fac
ulty that he possesses, is here unemployed ; not a faculty that he possesses, but is here exerted to its highest pitch. All his internal powers are at work; all his ex
ternal testify their energies. Within, the memory, the 20 fancy, the judgment, the passions, are all busy ; with
out, every muscle, every nerve is exerted ; not a feature, not a limb, but speaks. The organs of the body attuned to the exertions of the mind through the kin
dred organs of the hearers, instantaneously vibrate those 25 energies from soul to soul. Notwithstanding the diver
sity of minds in such a multitude; by the lightning of eloquence, they are melted into one mass—the whole assembly, actuated in one and the same way, become,
as it were, but one man, and have but one voice-The 30 universal cry is–LET US MARCH AGAINST PHILIP, LET US FIGHT FOR OUR LIBERTIES-LET US CONQUER OR DIE !
54. Character of True Eloquence.
When public bodies are to be addressed on momentous occasions, when great interests are at stake, and strong passions excited, nothing is valuable, in speech,
farther than it is connected with high intellectual and 5 moral endowments. Clearness, force, and earnestness
are the qualities which produce conviction. True eloquence, indeed, does not consist in speech. It cannot be brought from far. Labor and learning may toil for
it, but they will toil in vain. Words and phrases may 10 be marshalled in every way, but they cannot compass it.
It must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion. Affected passion, intense expression, the pomp of declamation, all may aspire after it-they cannot reach
it. It comes, if it come at all, like the outbreaking of 15 a fountain from the earth, or the bursting forth of vol
canic fires, with spontaneous, original, native force. The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments, and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust
men, when their own lives, and the fate of their wives, 20 their children, and their country, hang on the decision
of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory contemptible. Even genius itself then feels rebuked, and subdued, as in
the presence of higher qualities. Then, patriotism is 25 eloquent : then, self-devotion is eloquent. The clear
conception, out-running the deductions of logic, the high purpose, the firm resolve, the dauntless spirit, speaking on the tongue, beaming from the eye, inform
ing every feature, and urging the whole man onward, 30 right onward to his object--this, this is eloquence; or
rather it is something greater and higher than all eloquence-it is action, noble, sublime, godlike action.
55. The Pilgrims. From the dark portals of the star-chamber, and the stern text of the acts of uniformity, the pilgrims received a commission more efficient than any that
All this pu
ever bore the royal seal. Their banishment to Hol5 land was fortunate; the decline of their little company
in the strange land was fortunate ; the difficulties which they experienced in getting the royal consent to banish themselves to this wilderness were fortunate;
all the tears and heart-breakings of that ever memo10 rable parting at Delfthaven, had the happiest influence
on the rising destinies of New-England
its. They made it a grave, solemn, self-denying ex15 pedition, and required of those who engaged in it to be
so too. They cast a broad shadow of thought and seriousness over the cause, and if this sometimes deepened into melancholy and bitterness, can we find no apology
for such a human weakness? 20 Their trials of wandering and exile, of the ocean,
the winter, the wilderness, and the savage foe, were the final assurances of success. It was these that put far away from our fathers' cause, all patrician softness,
all hereditary claims to preeminence. No effeminate 25 nobility crowded into the dark and austere ranks of
the pilgrims. No Carr nor Villiers would lead on the ill provided band of despised Puritans. No well-endowed clergy were on the alert, to quit their cathedrals, and set up a pompous hierarchy in the frozen wilder
No craving governors were anxious to be sent over to our cheerless El Dorados of ice and of snow. No, they could not say they had encouraged, patronised, or helped the pilgrims; their own cares, their own
labors, their own councils, their own blood, contrived 35 all, achieved all, bore all, sealed all. They could not
afterwards fairly pretend to reap where they had not strewn; and as our fathers reared this broad and solid fabric with pains and watchfulness, unaided, barely
tolerated, it did not fall when the favor, which had al40 ways been withholden, was changed into wrath ; when
the arm which had never supported, was raised destroy,
Methinks I see it now, that one solitary, adventurous vessel, the Mayflower of a forlorn hope, freighted with
45 the prospects of a future state, and bound across the unknown sea.
I behold it pursuing, with a thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedious voyage. Suns rise and set, and weeks and months pass, and winter sur
prises them on the deep, but brings them not the sight 50 of the wished for shore. I see them now scantily sup
plied with provisions, crowded almost to suffocation in their ill-stored prison ;--delayed by calms, pursuing a circuitous route;—and now driven in fury before the raging tempest, on the high and giddy waves.
The aw55 ful voice of the storm howls through the rigging. The
laboring masts seem straining from their base;—the dismal sound of the pumps is heard ;-the ship leaps, as it were, madly, from billow to billow :—the ocean breaks,
and settles with ingulfing floods over the floating deck, 60 and beats with deadening, shivering weight, against the
staggered vessel.-I see them escaped from these perils, pursuing their all but desperate undertaking, and landed at last, after a five months' passage, on the ice-clad
rocks of Plymouth,— weak and weary from the voyage, 65 - poorly armed, scantily provisioned, depending on the
charity of their ship-master for a draught of beer on board, drinking nothing but water on shore, -without shelter, -without means,—surrounded by hostile tribes.
Shut now the volume of history, and tell me, on any 70 principle of human probability, what shall be the fate of
this handful of adventurers.—Tell me, man of military science, in how many months were they all swept off by the thirty savage tribes, enumerated within the ear:
ly limits of New-England? Tell me, politician, how 75 long did the shadow of a colony, on which your con
ventions and treaties had not smiled, languish on the distant coast ? Student of history, compare for me the baffled projects, the deserted settlements, the abandon
ed adventures of other times, and find the parallel of 80 this. Was it the winter's storm, beating upon the house
less heads of women and children ; was it hard labor and spare meals ;-was it disease,—was it the tomahawk, -was it the deep malady of a blighted hope, a ru
ined enterprise, and a broken heart, aching in its last 85 moments at the recollection of the loved and left, be