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inland isles, with her luxuriant expanses clothed in the verdant corn, with her beautiful Ohio and her verdant Mississippi. Nor is it yet the South, opulent in the mimic snow of the cotton, in the rich plantations of the rustling cane, and in the golden robes of the rice-fields. What are these but the sister families of one greater, better, holier family, our country?
A PATRIOTS LAST SPEECH.
- Emmet. *
ET no man dare, when I am dead, to charge me
with dishonor! Let no man attaint my memory by believing that I could have engaged in any cause but that of my country's liberty and independence; or that I could have become the pliant minion of power in the oppression or miseries of my countrymen.
I would not have submitted to a foreign oppressor, for the same reason that I would resist the domestic tyrant. In the dignity of freedom I would have fought upon the threshold of my country, and its enemy should enter only by passing over my lifeless corpse.
Am I, who lived but for my country, and who have subjected myself to the dangers of the jealous and watchful oppressor and the bondage of the grave, only to give my countrymen their rights, and my country her independence, — am I to be loaded with calumny and not suffered to resent it or repel it ? No! God forbid !
If the spirits of the illustrious dead participate in the concerns and cares of those who are dear to them in this transitory life, O, ever dear and venerated shade of my
Robert Emmet was a famous Irish patriot who suffered death at the hands of an English court for devotion to his country. The extract is from his speech to the court just previous to the sentence of death being passed upon him.
departed father, look down with scrutiny upon the conduct of your suffering son, and see if I have ever for a moment deviated from those principles of morality and patriotism which it was your care to instil into my youthful mind, and for which I am now about to offer up
My lords, you are impatient for the sacrifice. The blood which you seek is not congealed by the artificial terrors which surround your victim ; it circulates warmly and unruffled through the channels which God created for noble purposes, but which you are bent to destroy for purposes so grievous that they cry to heaven.
Be yet patient; I have but a few words to say. I am going to my cold and silent grave; my lamp of life is nearly extinguished ; my race is run; the grave opens to receive me, and I sink into its bosom! I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world, - it is the charity of its silence. Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed until other times and other men can do justice to my character. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have done.
is the syllable ever ticking from the clock of time. "Now" is the watchword of the wise. Now” is on the banner of the prudent. Let us keep this little word always in our mind, and whenever anything presents itself to us in the shape of work, whether mental or physical, let us do it with all our might, remembering that now is the only time for us. It is, indeed, a sorry way to get through the world by putting off a duty till to-morrow, saying, “ Then I will do it.” No! this will never answer. “ Now" is ours; “then” may never be.
F all the experiences which we shall have in life, of
all the blessings which it shall please Providence to allow us to cultivate, there is not one which will breathe a purer fragrance, or which will bear a more heavenly aspect, than education. It will be a companion which no misfortunes can ever depress, no clime destroy, no enemy alienate, no despotism enslave; at home a friend, abroad an introduction, in solitude a solace, in society an ornament. It chastens vice, it guides virtue, it gives at once a grace and government to genius.
Without education what is man? A splendid slave, a reasoning savage, vacillating between the dignity of an intelligence derived from God and the degradation of passions participated with brutes, shuddering at the terrors of a hereafter, or embracing the horrid hope of annihilation. What is this wondrous world of his residence ?
“A mighty maze, and all without a plan,” a dark and desolate and dreary cavern, without wealth or ornament or order.
But light up within it the torch of knowledge and how wondrous the transition !
The seasons change, the atmosphere breathes, the landscape lives, earth unfolds its fruits, ocean rolls in its magnificence, the heavens display their constellated canopy, and the grand animated spectacle of nature rises revealed before the educated, its varieties regulated and its mysteries resolved.
The philosophy which bewilders, the prejudices which debase, the superstitions which enslave, vanish before education. If man but follow its precepts purely, it will not only lead him to the victories of this world, but open the very portals of onnipotence for his admission.
write the next page of American history. I believe this because the West is growing more rapidly than any other part of the country. The tens of thousands who emigrate from the poverty of the Old to the hopes of the New World, anxious to build a home at once, naturally gravitate to that vast territory which so enticingly invites any one who can level the forest and till the soil. They are a hardy class of men and women. Full of health and vigor, they somehow get into the spirit of the age at once; and so by means of the ploughs and rakes, the reaping and threshing machines, they are marching along the highway of industry to social position, patriotism, wealth. What a transformation from their surroundings in Europe !
So in a few years the log-huts on the river's bank have disappeared, and the thrifty, busy town builds its school-houses and its churches to attest its earnest and its hopeful work. The little village on the edge of the lake, through which, a century ago, a loaded team could scarcely find a safe passage, has become a huge and commanding city,* claiming the admiration of the world, and built not like Paris, by the command of imperious and profligate rulers, but by the royal will and generosity of a free and ambitious people.
If with this immense commercial and industrial vigor, which attracts the young men of the whole country, there shall be interwoven the true spirit of Republican society and government; if a liberalism in politics, the liberalism which knows no local issues, which recognizes no geographical lines, but loves the whole country, from ocean to ocean, and from gulf to lakes, shall keep pace with this magnificent and rapid progress; and if, above all, a spirit of justice, morality, and pure religion shall crown the increasing power of the glorious West, — she will nobly fulfil her destiny.
We believe that the tide of humanity, which has already swept five hundred miles beyond the Father of Waters, will keep its onward course until it grazes its herds on the slopes of the Rocky Mountains.
We can already hear the wind vibrating the wire that flashes our smiles and tears, our hopes and fears, to the Pacific shore; and we already hear the rattling of a train that starts from a New York depot, that winds through the vast belt of the continent, stringing all the great cities of the North upon the same line of light and love, waking the echoes in the city by the Golden Gate.
of the people. We shall find it everywhere around us, if our hearts are rightly tuned to appreciate its melody. There is eloquence in a smile. It speaks the language of happiness ; it tells of a warm and joyous heart; it whispers soft tales of love or friendship. There is eloquence in the flowers. They speak of heavenly love; how, when the Creator cursed the earth for man's disobedience, he left the flowers to bloom as the last