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lied; they enjoyed her whilst they lived, and dying, bequeathed the dear inheritance to your care. And as they left you this glorious legacy, they have undoubtedly transmitted to you some portion of their noble spirit, to inspire you with the virtue to merit her, and courage to preserve her. You surely can not, with such examples before your eyes, as every page of the history of this country affords, suffer your liberties to be ravished from you by lawless force, or cajoled away by flattery and fraud.

PUNCH.

Ex. CLXIII.-CRITIQUE ON HIAWATHA.

You, who hold in grace and honor,
Hold, as one who did you kindness
When he published former poems,
Sang Evangeline the noble,
Sang the golden Golden Legend,
Sang the songs the Voices utter
Crying in the night and darkness,
Sang how unto the Red Planet

Mars he gave the Night's First Watches,
Henry Wadsworth, whose adnomen
(Coming awkward, for the accents,
Into this his latest rhythm)

Write we as Protracted Fellow,
Or in Latin, Longus Comes-
Buy the Song of Hiawatha.

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Merely facile flowing nonsense,
Easy to a practiced rhymist,
Fit to charm a private circle,
But not worth the print and paper,
David Bogue hath here expended?
I should answer, I should tell you,
You're a fool and most presumptuous.
Hath not Henry Wadsworth writ it?
Hath not Punch commanded "Buy it ?"

Should you ask me, What's its nature?
Ask me, What's the kind of poem?
Ask me in respectful language,
Touching your respectful beaver,
Kicking back your manly hind-leg,
Like to one who sees his betters;
I should answer, I should tell you,
'Tis a poem in this meter,
And embalming the traditions,
Fables, rites, and superstitions,
Legends, charms, and ceremonials
Of the various tribes of Indians,
From the land of the Ojibways,
From the land of the Dacotahs,

From the mountains, moors, and fenlands,

Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,

Finds its sugar in the rushes:

From the fast-decaying nations,
Which our gentle Uncle Samuel
Is improving, very smartly,
From the face of all creation,
Off the face of all creation.

Should you ask me, By what story,
By what action, plot, or fiction,
All these matters are connected?
I should answer, I should tell you,
Go to Bogue and buy the poem,
Published neatly, at one shilling,
Published sweetly, at five shillings.
Should you ask me, Is there music
In the structure of the verses,
In the names and in the phrases?
Pleading that, like weaver Bottom,

You prefer your ears well tickled;
I should answer, I should tell you,
Henry's verse is very charming;
And for names-1
s-there's Hiawatha,
Who's the hero of the poem;
Mudjeekeewis, that's the West Wind,
Hiawatha's graceless father;

There's Nokomis, there's Wenonah—
Ladies both, of various merit;
Puggawangum, that's a war-club;
Pau-puk-keewis, he's a dandy,

"Barred with streaks of red and yellow
And the women and the maidens
Love the handsome Pau-puk-keewis,"
Tracing in him Punch's likeness.
Then there's lovely Minnehaha-
Pretty name, with pretty meaning-
It implies the Laughing-water;
And the darling Minnehaha
Married noble Hiawatha;

And her story's far too touching
To be sport for you, you donkey,
With your ears like weaver Bottom's,
Ears like booby Bully Bottom.

Once upon a time in London,
In the days of the Lyceum,
Ages ere keen Arnold let it

To the dreadful Northern Wizard,
Ages ere the buoyant Mathews
Tripped upon its boards in briskness-
I remember, I remember

How a scribe, with pen chivalrous,
Tried to save these Indian stories
From the fate of chill oblivion.
Out came sundry comic Indians
Of the tribe of Kut-an-hack-um.

With their Chief, the clean Efmatthews,
With the growling Downy Beaver,
With the valiant Monkey's Uncle,

Came the gracious Mari-Kee-lee,

Firing off a pocket-pistol,

Singing, too, that Mudjee-keewis

(Shortened in the song to "Wild Wind,”)

Was a spirit very kindly.

Came her sire, the joyous Kee-lee,
By the waning tribe adopted,
Named the Buffalo, and wedded
To the fairest of the maidens,
But repented of his bargain,
And his brother Kut-an-hack-ums
Very nearly chopped his toes off-
Serve him right, the fickle Kee-lee.
If you ask me, What this memory
Hath to do with Hiawatha,

And the poem which I speak of?
I should answer, I should tell you,
You're a fool, and most presumptuous;
'Tis not for such humble cattle
To inquire what links and unions
Join the thoughts, and mystic meanings,
Of their betters, mighty poets,

Mighty writers-Punch the mightiest ;
I should answer, I should tell you,
Shut your mouth, and go to David,
David, Mr. Punch's neighbor,
Buy the Song of Hiawatha,

Read, and learn, and then be thankful
Unto Punch and Henry Wadsworth,
Punch and noble Henry Wadsworth,

Truer poet, better fellow,

Than to be annoyed at jesting,

From his friend, great Punch, who loves him.

Ex. CLXIV.-HAMLET TO THE PLAYERS.

SHAKSPEARE.

SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly, on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of the players do, I had as lief the town-crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fell w tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears

of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. Pray, you avoid it.

Be not too tame, neither: but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end is to hold, as it were, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it makes the unskillful laugh, can not but make the judicious grieve; the censure of one of which must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theater of others. Oh! there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, that, neither having the accent of Christian, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity so abominably.

Ex. CLXV.-IMPEACHMENT OF HASTINGS.

BURKE.

My lords, at this awful close, in the name of the commons, and surrounded by them, I attest the retiring, I attest the advancing generations, between which, as a link in the great chain of eternal order, we stand. We call this nation, we call the world to witness, that the commons have shrunk from no labor; that we have been guilty of no prevarication; that we have made no compromise with crime; that we have feared no odium whatsoever, in the long warfare we have carried on with the crimes-with the vices-with the exorbitant wealth—with the enormous and overpowering influence of Eastern corruption. This war, my lords, we have waged for twenty-two years, and the conflict has been fought, at your lordships' bar, for the last seven years. My lords, twenty-two years is a great space in the scale of the life of inan; it is no inconsiderable space in the history of a great nation. A business which has so long occupied the councils and the tribunals of Great Britain, can not possibly be hud

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