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tressed wife? Can he endure the formidable presence 35 of scrutinizing, sneering domestics? Will his children

receive instruction from the lips of a disgraced father? Gentlemen, I am not ranging on fairy ground. I am telling the plain story of my client's wrongs. By the

ruthless hand of malice his character has been wantone 40 ly massacred ;—and he now appears before a jury of his

country for redress. Will you deny him this redress? - Is character valuable ? On this point I will pot insult you with argument. There are certain things, to

argue which is treason against nature. The author of 45 our being did not intend to leave this point afloat at the

mercy of opinion, but with his own hand has he kindly planted in the soul of man an instinctive love of character. This high sentiment has no affinity to pride. It

is the ennobling quality of the soul: and if we have 50 hitherto been elevated above the ranks of surrounding

creation, human nature owes its elevation to the love of character. It is the love of character for which the poet has sung, the philosopher toiled, the hero bled. It is

the love of character which wrought miracles at ancient 55 Greece; the love of character is the eagle on which

Rome rose to empire. And it is the love of character animating the bosom of her sons, on which America must depend in those approaching crises that may " try

men's souls." Will a jury weaken this our nation's 60 hope? Will they by their verdict pronounce to the

youth of our country, that character is scarce worth possessing?

We read of that philosophy which can smile over the destruction of property-of that religion which enables 65 its possessor to extend the benign look of forgiveness

and complacency to his murderers. But it is not in the soul of man to bear the laceration of slander. The philosophy which could bear it, we should despise. The

religion which could bear it, we should not despise — 70 but we should be constrained to say, that its kingdom

was not of this world.

69. Thunder Storm.


They came to the highlands. It was the latter part of a calm, sultry day, that they floated gently with the tide between these stern mountains. There was that

perfect quiet which prevails over nature in the languor 5 of summer heat; the turning of a plank, or the acciden

tal falling of an oar on deck, was echoed from the mountain side, and reverberated along the shores ; and if by chance the captain gave a shout of command, there were airy tongues that mocked it from every cliff.

Í gazed about me in mute delight and wonder at these scenes of nature's magnificence. To the left the Dunderberg reared its woody precipices, height over height, forest over forest, away into the deep summer sky. To

the right strutted forth the bold promontory of Antony's 15 Nose, with a solitary eagle wheeling about it; while

beyond, mountain succeeded to mountain, until they seemed to lock their arms together, and confine this mighty river in their embraces. There was a feeling

of quiet luxury in gazing at the broad, green bosoms 20 here and there scooped out among the precipices; or

at woodlands high in air, nodding over the edge of some beetling bluff, and their foliage all transparent in the yellow sunshine.

In the midst of my admiration, I remarked a pile of 25 bright, snowy clouds peering above the western heights.

It was succeeded by another, and another, each seemingly pushing onwards its predecessor, and towering, with dazzling brilliancy, in the deep blue atmosphere :

and now muttering peals of thunder were faintly heard 30 rolling behind the mountains. The river, hitherto still

and glassy, reflecting pictures of the sky and land, now showed a dark ripple at a distance, as the breeze came creeping up it. The fish-hawks wheeled and screamed,

and sought their nests on the high dry trees; the crow 35 flew clamorously to the crevices of the rocks, and all

nature seemed conscious of the approaching thundergust.

The clouds now rolled in volumes over the mountain tops ; their summits still bright and snowy, but the low

40 er parts of an inky blackness. The rain began to pat

ter down in broad and scattered drops; the wind freshened, and curled up the waves; at length it seemed as if the bellying clouds were torn open by the mountain

tops, and complete torrents of rain came rattling down. 45 The lightning leaped from cloud to cloud, and stream

ed quivering against the rocks, splitting and rending the stoutest forest trees. The thunder burst in tremendous explosions; the peals were echoed from mountain to

mountain ; they crashed upon Dunderberg, and rolled 50 up the long defile of the highlands, each headland mak

ing a new echo, until old Bull hill seemed to bellow back the storm.

For a time the scudding rack and mist, and the sheeted rain, almost hid the landscape from the sight. There 55 was a fearful gloom, illumined still more fearfully by the

streams of lightning which glittered among the rain. drops. Never had I beheld such an absolute warring of the elements; it seemed as if the storm was tearing and

rending its way through this mountain defile, and had 60 brought all the artillery of heaven into action.

Irving. 70. Slavery.

-My ear is pained,
My soul is sick, with every day's report
Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled.

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; 5 It does not feel for man : the natural bond

Of brotherhood is severed as the flax
That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin

Not colored like his own; and having power
10 To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause,

Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith
Abhor each other. Mountains interposed

Make enemies of nations, who had else,
16 Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys;
And, worse than all, and most to be deplored,

As human nature's broadest, foulest blot,

Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat 20 With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart,

Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Then what is man? And what man, seeing this,
And having human feelings, does not blush,

And hang his head, to think himself a man? 25 I would not have a slave to till my ground,

To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews, bought and sold, have ever earned.
No! dear as freedom is, and in my

heart's 30 Just estimation prized above all price,

I had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no slaves at home-then why abroad!

And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave 35 That parts us, are emancipate and loosed.

Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.

That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
40 And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,

And let it circulate through every vein
Of all your empire; that, where Britian's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too. , Cowper.

71. Irruption of Hyder Ali. When at length Hyder Ali found that he had to do with men who either would sign no convention, or whom no treaty and no signature could bind, and who were

the determined enemies of human intercourse itself, he 5 decreed to make the country possessed by these incor

rigible and predestinated criminals a memorable example to mankind. He resolved, in the gloomy recesses of a mind capacious of such things, to leave the zwhole

Carnatic an everlasting monument of vengeance; and 10 to put perpetual desolation as a barrier between him and

those against whom the faith which holds the moral elements of the world together, was no protection. He became at length so confident of his force, so collected

in his might, that he made no secret whatsoever of his 15 dreadful resolution. Having terminated his disputes

with every enemy, and every rival, who buried their mutual animosities in their common destination against the creditors of the nabob of Arcot, he drew from every

quarter whatever a savage ferocity could add to his 20 new rudiments in the arts of destruction; and com

pounding all the materials of fury, havoc, and desolation, into one black cloud, he hung for a while on the declivities of the mountains. While the authors of all

these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on the men25 acing meteor, which blackened all their horizon, it sud

denly burst, and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the Carnatic. Then ensued a scene of wo, the like of which no eye had seen, no heart con

ceived, and which no tongue can adequately tell. All 30 the horrors of war before known or heard of, were mer

cy to that new havoc. A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed erary house, destroyed every temple. The miserable inhabitants, flying from their

faming villages, in part were slaughtered; others, with35 out regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank, or sa

credness of function ; fathers torn from children, husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and amidst the goading spears of drivers, and the tramp

ling of pursuing horses, were swept into captivity, in an 40 unknown and hostile land. Those, who were able to

evade this tempest, fled to the walled cities. caping from fire, sword, and exile, they fell into the jaws of famine.

For eighteen months, without intermission, this de45 struction raged from the gates of Madras to the gates of

Tanjore ; and so completely did these masters in their art, Hyder Ali and his more ferocious son, absolve themselves of their impious vow, that when the British

armies traversed, as they did, the Carnatic for hundreds 50 of miles in all directions, through the whole line of their march, they did not see one man, not one woman, not

But es

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