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servile abasement that once manly territory has fallen, under France !—Is it to the establishment of catholicity that your hopes are directed ? The conduct of the First Consul, in subverting the power and authority of the Pope, and cultivating the friendship of the Mussulman in Egypt, under a boast of that subversion, proves the fallacy of such a reliance !

Is it civil liberty you require? Look to France itself, crouched under despotism, and groaning beneath a system of slavery, unparalleled by whatever has disgraced or insulted any nation !

Is it possible, then, that any heart matured in the blessed air of Ireland, can look to French protection for happiness? Is it possible there can be one head so organized as not to see from the evidence of facts, for the last few years, that the liberty which the French offer, is but another term for subjection and slavery? I am not sounding the trumpet of war.

There is no man who more sincerely deprecates its calamities, than I do,– soldier as I am, and ready to serve my country. Yet, if necessity should force us to the conflict, I trust we shall prove to the audacious foe, that British veins still glow with the same blood which vivified the spirit of our ancestors; and that British bosoms still burn with the same patriotic ardour which actuated them in every former period of their annals.


Scott. Speakers --Roderick Dhu, Douglas, and Malcom Græme :*Positions,Roderick, in the centre; Douglas, on his left; Malcom, on his right.

[The chief use of dialogue, as regards elocution, is, to inspire appropriate feeling, modulation, and action. The tones, in all dramatic pieces, are much more vivid, than in the language of other forms of writing. Attitude becomes, in reciting dialogue, an important study, as a means of natural and true effect; and manly, spirited, and expressive gesture becomes indispensable to the same result.] Rod. Short be my speech,-nor time affords,

Nor my plain temper, glozing words.
Kinsman and father, if such name
Douglas vouchsafe to Roderick's claim,

* Pronounced Grame.

And Græme, in whom I hope to know
Full soon a noble friend or foe,
When age shall give thee thy command,
And leading in thy native land,
List both _The king's vindictive pride
Boasts to have tamed the Border-side,
Where chiefs, with hound and hawk, who came
To share their monarch's sylvan game,
Themselves in bloody toils were snared;
And when the banquet they prepared,
And wide their loyal portals flung,
O’er their own gate-way struggling hung:-
Loud cries their blood from Meggat's mead,
From Yarrow braes, and banks of Tweed,
Where the lone streams of Ettrick glide,
And from the silver Teviot's side ;-
The dales, where martial clans did ride,
Are now one sheep-walk, waste and wide.
This tyrant of the Scottish throne,
So faithless, and so ruthless known,-
Now hither comes; his end the same,
The same pretext of sylvan game.
What grace for Highland chiefs judge ye,
By fate of Border chivalry.
Yet more; amid Glenfinlas' green,
Douglas, thy stately form was seen.-
This by espial sure I know :
Your counsel, in the strait I show.

Doug. Brave Roderick, though the tempest roar,

It may but thunder and pass o'er;
Nor will I here remain an hour,
To draw the lightning on thy bower;
For well thou know'st, at this


The royal bolt were fiercest sped.
For thee, who, at thy king's command,
Canst aid him with a gallant band,
Subruission, homage, humbled pride,
Shall turn the monarch's wrath aside.
Poor remnants of the Bleeding Heart,
Ellen and I, will seek, apart,
The refuge of some forest cell;
There like the hunted quarry, dwell,
Till on the mountain and the moor,
The stern pursuit be passed and o’er.

Rod. No, by mine honour,

So help me Heaven, and my good blade !
No, never! Blasted be yon pine,
My father's ancient crest and mine,
If from its shade in danger part
The lineage of the Bleeding Heart !
Hear my blunt speech; grant me the maid
To wife, thy counsel to mine aid ;
To Douglas, leagued with Roderick Dhu,
Will friends and allies flock enow ;*
Like cause of doubt, distrust, and grief,
Will bind to us each western chief.
When the loud pipes my bridal tell,
The Links of Forth shall hear the knell ;-
The guards shall start in Stirling's porch;
And when I light the nuptial torch,
A thousand villages in flames,
Shall scare the slumbers of King James !
I meant not all


heat might say:
Small need of inroad, or of fight,
When the sage Douglas may unite
Each mountain clan in friendly band,
To guard the passes of their land,
Till the foiled king, from pathless glen,

Shall bootless turn him home again.
Doug. Roderick, enough! enough!

My daughter cannot be thy bride :-
Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er
Will level a rebellious spear;
T was I that taught his youthful hand
To rein a steed, and wield a brand.
I see him yet, the princely boy!
Not Ellen more my pride and joy:
I love him still, despite my wrongs,
By hasty wrath, and slanderous tongues.
Oh! seek the grace you


find, Without a cause to mine combined. [Douglas retires to the left. Græme moves to pass Roderick,

and follow Douglas. Roderick rushes forward, and thrusts
him back.]
Rod. Back, beardless boy !

Back, minion! Hold'st thou thus at naught
The lesson I so lately taught?

* Pronounced Enoo.

This roof, the Douglas, and yon maid,

Thank thou for punishment delayed. Mal. Perish my name, if aught afford

Its chieftain safety, save his sword! [They draw.] Doug. [Returning and parting Roderick and Malcom.]

Chieftains, forego!
I hold the first who strikes,


Madmen, forbear your frantic jar!
What! is the Douglas fallen so far,
His daughter's hand is deemed the spoil

Of such dishonourable broil ?
Rod. Rest safe till morning ; pity 't were

[Sheaths his sword : Malcom does the same.]
Such cheek should feel the midnight air!
Then may'st thou to James Stuart tell,
Roderick will keep the lake and fell,
Nor lackey, with his free-born clan,
The pageant pomp of earthly man.
More would he of Clan-Alpine know,
Thou canst our strength and passes

Malise, what ho!
[Enter Malise, who takes his place behind Greme.)

Give our safe-conduct to the Græme.
Mal. Fear nothing for thy favourite hold.

The spot, an angel deigned to grace,
Is blessed, though robbers haunt the place;
Thy churlish courtesy for those
Reserve, who fear to be thy foes.
As safe to me the mountain way,
At midnight, as in blaze of day;
Though, with his boldest at his back,
Even Roderick Dhu beset the track.
Brave Douglas,
Naught here of parting will I say.
Earth does not hold a lonesome glen,

So secret, but we meet agen.-
[To Rod.]
Chieftain !-we too shall find an hour.

[Touching his sword.]


[The piece which follows, is introduced as an example of plain, practical, parliamentary declamation,-in which no aid of inspiration is derived from poetic passion, but only from the earnest feeling associated with historic fact, and actual life. A clear, firm, and manly utterance, and plain, unpretending, but forcible gesture, are here the main elements of effect.]

The honourable gentleman who opened the debate, charges me with abandoning that cause, which he says, in terms of flattery, I had once so successfully asserted. I tell him, in reply, that if he were to search the history of my life, he would find that the period of it, in which I struggled most for the real, substantial cause of liberty, is this very moment that I am addressing you.

Freedom, according to my conception of it, consists in the safe and sacred possession of a man's property, governed by laws defined and certain ; with many personal privileges, civil and religious, which he cannot surrender without ruin to himself; and of which to be deprived by any other power, is despotism. This bill, instead of subverting, is destined to stabilitate these principles : instead of narrowing the basis of freedom, it tends to enlarge it; instead of suppressing, its object is to infuse and circulate the spirit of liberty.

What is the most odious species of tyranny ? Precisely that which this bill is meant to annihilate. That a handful of men, free themselves, should execute the most base and abominable espotism over millions of their fellow-creatures; that innocence should be the victim of oppression ; that industry should toil for rapine; that the harmless labourer should sweat, not for his own benefit, but for the luxury and rapacity of tyrannic depredation :-in a word, that thirty millions of men, gifted by Providence with the ordinary endowments of humanity, should groan under a system of despotism, unmatched in all the histories of the world.

What is the end of all government? Certainly the happiness of the governed. Others may hold other opinions ; but this is mine, and I proclaim it. What are we to think of a government, whose good fortune is supposed to spring from the calamities of its subjects; whose aggrandizement grows out of the miseries of mankind! This is the kind of government exercised under the East India Company upon the natives of Hindostan; and the subversion of that infamous government, is the main object of the bill in question.

But, in the progress of accomplishing this end, it is ob

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