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Up hither winds, whose base is but the brow
By the mountain blast, I've laid me flat along ;
Have wished me there; the thought that mine was free
DOUGLAS'S ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF.
Douglas, BY HOME.
My name is Norval. On the Grampian hills
To follow to the field some warlike lord:
And Heaven soon granted what my sire denied.
This moon, which rose last night, round as my shield,
Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled
With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows,
Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men,
I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumbered foe.
We fought and conquered! Ere a sword was drawn,
The shepherd's slothful life; and, having heard
ROLLA TO THE PERUVIANS.
Pizarro, BY SHERIDAN.
My brave associates!-partners of my toil, my feelings, and my fame! Can Rolla's words add vigour to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts ?-No ;—you have judged, as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude you.-Your generous spirit has compared, as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, can animate their minds and ours. They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule ;—we, for our country, our altars, and our homes.-They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate ;- -we serve a monarch whom we love,-a God whom we adore.-Whene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progress!
-Where'er they pause in amity, affliction mourns their friendship. They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error!-Yes-they-they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride!-They offer us their protection—yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs-covering and devouring them!—They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise.—Be our plain answer this: The throne we honour is the people's choice -the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacythe faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this, and tell them too, we seek no change; and, least of all, such change as they would bring us.
RIENZI'S ADDRESS TO THE MEN OF ROME.
Rienzi, BY MISS MITFORD,
I come not here to talk. Ye know too well
Strong in some hundred spearmen-only great
In that strange spell, a name. Each hour, dark fraud, Or open rapine, or protected murder,
Cries out against them. But this very day,
An honest man, my neighbour—there he stands
Full of all gentleness, of calmest hope,
Of sweet and quiet joy; there was the look
Was greater than a king! And once, again,—
CATILINE TO THE ROMAN SENATE.
Catiline, BY DR. CROLY.
"BANISHED from Rome!"-what's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe ? "Tried and convicted traitor !"- Who says this? Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head? "Banished?”—I thank you for 't. It breaks my chain ! I held some slack allegiance till this hourBut now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords; I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities.
But here I stand and scoff you :-here I fling
"Traitor!" I go—but I return. This-trial!
Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel.
This day's the birth of sorrows!-This hour's work
Will breed proscriptions.—Look to your hearths, my lords,
Shapes hot from Tartarus !—all shames and crimes ;-