Departed spirits of the MIGHTY DEAD!- Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, The patriot TELL-the BRUCE of BANNOCKBURN! Mary, the Maid of the Inn. Campbell. WHO is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes She weeps not, yet often and deeply she sighs; No aid, no compassion, the maniac will seek; Through the rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak Yet cheerful and happy-nor distant the day- The traveller remembers, who journey'd this way, Her cheerful address fill'd the guests with delight, Her heart was a stranger to childish affright, She loved; and young Richard had settled the day, But Richard was idle and worthless; and they 'Twas in autumn, and stormy and dark was the night, Two guests sat enjoying the fire that burn'd bright; who, arrogantly perhaps, presume that they understand what the features, what the duties of justice are here and in India; let them learn a lesson from this great states man, this enlarged, this liberal philosopher:-" I hope l shall not depart from the simplicity of official language, in saying, that the Majesty of Justice ought to be ap proached with solicitation, not descend to provoke or invite it, much less to debase itself by the suggestion of wrongs, and the promise of redress, with the denunciation of punishment before trial, and even before accusation. This is the exhortation which Mr. Hastings makes to his Counsel. This is the character which he gives of British justice. this But I will ask your Lordships, do you approve representation? Do you feel, that this is the true image of Justice? Is this the character of British Justice Are these her features? Is this her countenance? this her gait or her mien? No; I think even now I hear you calling upon me to turn from this vile libel, this basi caricature, this Indian pagod, formed by the hand guilty and knavish tyranny, to dupe the heart of igno rance, to turn from this deformed idol, to the true Maj esty of Justice here. Here, indeed, I see a different form enthroned by the sovereign hand of Freedom,-awful without severity-commanding, without pride-vigilan and active, without restlessness or suspicion-searching and inquisitive, without meanness or debasement—not ar rogantly scorning to stoop to the voice of afflicted inne cence, and in its loveliest attitude when bending to uplit the suppliant at its feet. It is by the majesty, by the form of that Justice, that I do conjure and implore your Lordships, to give you minds to this great business; that I exhort you to look not so much to words which may be denied or quibbles away, but to the plain facts,-to weigh and consider the testimony in your own minds: we know the result must be inevitable. Let the truth appear, and our cause is gained. It is this-I conjure your Lordships, for your own honou for the honour of the nation, for the honour of huma nature, now entrusted to your care, it is this duty tha the Commons of England, speaking through us, claim a your hands. They exhort you to it by every thing that calls sublimely upon the heart of man-by the Majesty of that Justice which this bold man has libelled-by the wide fame of your own tribunal-by the sacred pledge by which you swear in the solemn hour of decision; knowing that that decision will then bring you the highest reward that ever blessed the heart of man-the consciousness of having done the greatest act of mercy for the world, that the earth has ever yet received from any hand but Heaven.— My Lords, I have done. Panegyric on the Eloquence of Sheridan. He has this day surprised the thousands who hung with rapture on his accents, by such an array of talents, such an exhibition of capacity, such a display of powers, as are unparalleled in the annals of oratory; a display that reflected the highest honour on himself-lustre upon = letters-renown upon parliament-glory upon the country. Of all species of rhetoric, of every kind of eloquence that has been witnessed or recorded, either in ancient or modern times; whatever the acuteness of the bar, the dignity of the senate, the solidity of the judgment-seat, and the sacred morality of the pulpit, have hitherto furnished; nothing has equalled what we have this day heard. No holy seer of religion, no statesman, no orator, no man of any literary description whatever, has come up, in the one instance, to the pure sentiments of morality; or, in the other, to that variety of knowledge, force of imagination, propriety and vivacity of allusion, beauty and elegance of diction, strength and copiousness of style, pathos and sublimity of conception, to which we, this day, listened with ardour and admiration. From poetry up to eloquence, there is not a species of composition, of which a complete and perfect specimen might not, from that single speech, be culled and collected. Burke. 168 PROMISCUOUS SELECTIONS IN VERSE Apostrophe to Love. O HAPPY' love'! where love' like this' is found; 'Tis when a youthful', loving', modest' pair', In other's' arms' breathe out the tender' tale', Beneath the milk-white' thorn', that scents' the evening' gale'! Is there, in human form, that bears a heart- Points' to the parents' fondling' o'er their child'; Burns. The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd, When, reposing that night on my pallet of straw, Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart "Stay, stay with us-rest, thou art weary and worn!" Campbell. On True Dignity. 'HAIL, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, "Vain man! is grandeur given to gay attire? H |