Such virtue had that patriot breathed, And now the work of life and death Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Unmarked he stood amid the throng, Till you might see, with sudden grace, And by the uplifting of his brow Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. But 't was no sooner thought than done, The field was in a moment won: "Make way for liberty!" he cried, Their keen points met from side to side;— Rout, ruin, panic, scattered all: An earthquake could not overthrow Thus Switzerland again was free; Ex. CLXVIII.-JUSTICE. SHERIDAN. MR. HASTINGS, in the magnificent paragraph which concludes this communication, says, "I hope it will not be a departure from official language to say, that the majesty of justice ought not to be approached without solicitation. She ought not to descend to inflame or provoke, but to withhold her judgment, until she is called on to determine." But, my lords, do you, the judges of this land, and the expounders of its rightful laws, do you approve of this mockery, and call it the character of justice, which takes the form of right to excite wrong? No, my lords, justice is not this halt and miserable object; it is not the ineffective bauble of an Indian pagod; it is not the portentous phantom of despair; it is not like any fabled monster, formed in the eclipse of reason, and found in some unhallowed grove of superstitious darkness, and political dismay! No, my lords. In the happy reverse of all this, I turn from the disgusting caricature to the real image! Justice I have now before me, august and pure! the abstract idea of all that would be perfect in the spirits and the aspirings of men! where the mind rises, where the heart expands; where the countenance is ever placid and benign; where her favorite attitude is to stoop to the unfortunate; to hear their cry and to help them; to rescue and relieve, to succor and save; majestic from its mercy; venerable from its utility; uplifted, without pride; firm, without obduracy; beneficent in each preference; lovely, though in her frown! On that justice I rely; deliberate and sure, abstracted from all party purpose and political speculation, not on words, but on facts. You, my lords, who hear me, I conjure, by those rights it is your best privilege to preserve; by that fame it is your best pleasure to inherit; by all those feelings which refer to the first term in the series of existence, the original compact of our nature—our controlling rank in the creation. This is the call on all, to administer to truth and equity, as they would satisfy the laws and satisfy themselves -with the most exalted bliss possible or perceivable for our nature, the self-approving consciousness of virtue, when the condemnation we look for will be one of the most ample mercies accomplished for mankind since the creation of the world! Ex. CLXIX.-TURKISH PERFIDY. KOSSUTH. TO-DAY is the anniversary of our arrival at Kutahja! Kutahja! the tomb, where the Sublime Porte has buried us alive, whilst speaking to us of hospitality. Pursued by misfortune we stopped before the threshold of the Mussulman, and asked from him, in the name of God, in the name of humanity, in the name of his religion, a hospitable asylum, or a free passage. The Turkish government had entire liberty to receive us or not. It had the right of saying: I will give you shelter in a prison, or in some distant place where you will be detained and strictly guarded. This is the hospitality which Turkey offers you. If it does not please you, hasten your departure, rid us of your embarrassing presence. This was not said to us. The Sublime Porte deigned to open to us its sheltering tent; it entreated us to cross the threshold, and swore by its God and its faith that it would grant us hospitality and a safe asylum. We trusted ourselves to the honor of the Turks. We eat of their bread and of their salt; we reposed under their roof. We prayed to God to bless them, and we offered them our courage, our experience matured by vicissitudes, and our everlasting gratitude. And Hungarians keep their word. Look at Bosnia, where Mussulmen, subjects of the Sublime Porte, are revolted against it. A handful of Hungarian soldiers are in the ranks of its army-it is but a handful, for the Porte would not accept more. Well! who are first upon the breach? who are first in the charge? who are they who never retreat, who advance in the midst of fire and grape-shot, bayonet in hand, to victory? They are this handful of exiles. They die for Turkey; the Hungarian keeps his word. They offered us hospitality, and they gave us a prison: they swore to us that we should meet with an asylum, and we have found banishment. God will judge; and God is just. We have suffered; but for the sake of not causing embarrassment, we have been silent. They begged us to have confidence. have shown it. They begged us to wait. We have waited long. They said to us, it is only until Austria shall succeed in re-establishing that which the despots call order (the order of oppression,) that which they call tranquillity (the tranquillity of the tomb.) We Well, she has re-established this order, this tranquillity, by her executions. She has re-established it so far as to dare to provoke Prussia to war; so far as to dare, trusting to the support of her master, the Czar, to encroach upon the nations of Europe, to extend her forces from the Baltic to Rome; so far as to threaten Piedmont and Switzerland; so far as to bribe the border provinces of Turkey to revolt, she has re-established this tranquillity, she has even announced its re-establishment to the Sublime Porte; and we are still prisoners. I most solemnly protest against this act. I appeal from it to the eternal justice of God, and to the judgment of all humanity. Ex. CLXX.—THE TRIUMPH OF KUBLAI KHAN. A LEGEND OF CHINA. BARHAM. THE heroes were tall and terrible chaps, Of warlike fame untarnished; Two peacocks' feathers in each of their caps, Their shoulder-guards, and breast-plates fair, Carried a terrible silken shield, Pictured whereon was a hideous face, To fright the foemen out of the field. Each at his back a banner bore; Through a hollow bamboo its staff was thrust; And of the placards, behind and before, That called him "brave," and this, "robust." The chosen ground was the palace lawn; The fence was framed, and the swords were drawn ; All heroes of one stamp; With very deliberate tramp. When they almost met their Tartar foe, And held their shields out towards his face; Then, working secret wires within, But lo and behold! the Tartar Khan Was not prepared to take the hint; And "Ho!" said he, "you may grin and squint !" Shun-fo ran away. I know not which might soonest hie, By the current of air, so fast their flight; |