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against which even the nation's quarantine can scarce avail us. It has poisoned the fresh blood of infancy - it has disheartened the last hope of age; if his own account of its circulation be correct, hundreds must be this instant tainted with the infectious venom whose sting dies not with the destruction of the body. Imagine not, because the pestilence smites not at once, that its fatality is less certain-imagine not because the lower orders are the earliest victims, that the most elevated will not suffer in their turn the most mortal chillness begins at the extremities; and you may depend upon it, nothing but time and apathy are wanting to change this healthful land into a charnel-house, where murder, anarchy, and prostitution, and the whole hell-brood of infidelity, will quaff the heart's blood of the consecrated and the noble.

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My lord, I am the more indignant at these designs, because they are sought to be concealed in the disguise of liberty. It is the duty of every real friend to liberty to tear the mask from the fiend who has usurped it. No, no; this is not our Island Goddess, bearing the mountain freshness on her cheeks, and scattering the valley's bounty from her hand, known by the lights that herald her fair presence, the peaceful virtues that attend her path, and the long blaze of glory that lingers in her train: it is a demon, speaking fair indeed-tempting our faith with airy hopes and visionary realms, but even within the foldings of its mantle hiding the bloody symbol of its purpose. Hear not its sophistry guard your child against it; draw round your homes the consecrated circle which it dare not enter. You will find an amulet in the religion of your country; it is the great mound raised by the Almighty for the protection of humanity it stands between you and the lava of human passions; and oh, believe me, if you wait tamely by, while it is basely undermined, the fiery deluge will roll on, before which all that you hold dear, or venerable, or sacred, will wither into ashes. Believe no one who tells you that the friends of freedom are now, or ever were, the enemies of religion. They know too well that rebellion against God cannot prove the basis of government for man, and that the loftiest structure impiety can raise is but the Babel monument of its impotence and its pride: mocking the builders with a moment's strength, and then covering them with inevitable confu sion. Do you want an example?-only look to France. The microscopic vision of your rabble blasphemers has not sight enough to contemplate the mighty minds which commenced her revolution. The wit the sage the orator - the hero the whole family of genius furnished forth their treasures, and gave them nobly to the nation's exigence. They had great provo

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cation they had a glorious cause-they had all that human potency could give them. But they relied too much upon this human potency-they abjured their God, and, as a natural consequence they murdered their king-they culled their polluted deities from the brothel, and the fall of the idol extinguished the flame of the altar. They crowded the scaffold with all their country held of genius or of virtue, and when the peerage and the prelacy were exhausted, the mob-executioner of to-day became the mob-victim of to-morrow. No sex was spared-no age respected no suffering pitied: and all this they did in the sacred name of liberty, though in the deluge of human blood, they left not a mountain-top for the ark of liberty to rest on. But Providence was neither "dead nor sleeping." It mattered not that for a moment their impiety seemed to prosper that victory panted after their ensanguined banners that as their insatiate eagle soared against the sun, he seemed but to replume his wing and to renew his vision: it was only for a moment: and you see at last that in the very banquet of their triumph, the Almighty's vengeance blazed upon the wall, and their diadem fell from the brow of the idolater.

PHILLIPS.

THE SAME, CONTINUED.

My lord, I will not abjure the altar, the throne, and the constitution, for the bloody tinsel of this revolutionary pantomime. I prefer my God to the impious democracy of their pantheon. I will not desert my king for the political equality of their pandemonium. I must see some better authority than the Fleetstreet temple, before I forego the principles which I imbibed in my youth, and to which I look forward as the consolation of my age; those all-protecting principles which at once guard, and consecrate, and sweeten the social intercourse - which give life, happiness; and death, hope- which constitute man's purity his best protection, placing the infant's cradle and the female's couch beneath the sacred shelter of the nation's morality. Neither Mr. Paine or Mr. Palmer, nor all the venom-breathing brood, shall swindle from me the Book where I have learned these precepts.

In despite of all their scoff, and scorn, and menacing, 1 say of the sacred volume they would obliterate, it is a book of facts, as well authenticated as any heathen history a book of miracles, incontestibly avouched a book of prophecy, confirmed

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by past as well as present fulfillment -a book of poetry pure and natural, and elevated even to inspiration - a book of morals, such as human wisdom never framed for the perfection of human happiness. My lord, I will abide by the precepts, admire the beauty, revere the mysteries, and, as far as in me lies, practice the mandates of this sacred volume: and should the ridicule of earth, and the blasphemy of hell assail me, I shall console myself by the contemplation of those blessed spirits, who in the same holy cause have toiled, and shone, and suffered. In the" In the "goodly fellowship of the saints"- in the "noble army of martyrs"-in the society of the great, and good, and wise of every nation, if my sinfulness be not cleansed, and my darkness illuminated, at least my pretensionless submission may be excused. If I err with the luminaries I have chosen for my guides, I confess myself captivated with the loveliness of their aberrations. If they err, it is in a heavenly region-if they wander, it is in the fields of light-if they aspire, it is at all events a glorious daring; and rather than sink with infidelity into the dust, I am content to cheat myself with their vision of eternity. It may indeed be nothing but delusion, but then I err with the disciples of philosophy and of virtue - with men who have drunk deep at the fountain of human knowledge, but who dissolved not the pearl of their salvation in the draught. I err with Bacon, the great Bacon the great confidant of nature, fraught with all the learning of the past, and almost prescient of the future; yet too wise not to know his weakness, and too philosophic not to feel his ignorance. I err with Milton, rising on an angel's wing to heaven, and like the bird of morn, soaring out of sight, amid the music of his grateful piety. I err with Locke, whose pure philosophy only taught him to adore its source, whose warm love of genuine liberty was never chilled into rebellion with its author. I err with Newton, whose star-like spirit shot athwart the darkness of the sphere, too soon to reascend to the home of his nativity. With men like these, my lord, I shall remain in error; nor shall I desert those errors even for the drunken death-bed of a Paine, or the delirious war-whoop of the surviving fiends who would erect his altar on the ruins of society.

In my opinion, it is difficult to say, whether their tenets are more ludicrous, or more detestable. They will not obey the king, or the prince, or the parliament, or the constitution; but they will obey anarchy. They will not believe in the prophetsin Moses-in the apostles-in Christ; but they believe Tom Paine! With no government but confusion, and no creed but skepticism, I believe in my soul they would abjure the one if it became legitimate, and rebel against the other if it was once

established. Holding, my lord, opinions such as these, I should consider myself culpable, if at such a crisis I did not declare them. A lover of my country, I yet draw a line between patriotism and rebellion. A warm friend to liberty of conscience, I will not confound toleration with infidelity. With all its ambiguity, I shall die in the doctrines of the Christian faith; and with all its errors, I am contented to live under the glorious safeguards of the British constitution.

PHILLIPS.

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE.

Ir Napoleon's fortune was great, his genius was transcendent; decision flashed upon his counsels; and it was the same to decide and to perform. To inferior intellects, his combinations appeared perfectly impossible, his plans perfectly impracticable; but, in his hands, simplicity marked their development, and success vindicated their adoption.

His person partook the character of his mind - if the one

never yielded in the cabinet, the other never bent in the field. Nature had no obstacles that he did not surmount

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opposition that he did not spurn; and whether amid Alpine rocks, Arabian sands, or polar snows, he seemed proof against peril, and empowered with ubiquity! The whole continent of Europe trembled at beholding the audacity of his designs, and the miracle of their execution. Skepticism bowed to the prodigies of his performance; romance assumed the air of history; nor was there aught too incredible for belief, or too fanciful for expectation, when the world saw a subaltern of Corsica waving his imperial flag over her most ancient capitals. All the visions of antiquity became common places in his contemplation; kings were his people-nations were his outposts; and he disposed of courts, and crowns, and camps, and churches, and cabinets, as if they were the titular dignitaries of the chess-board!

Through this pantomime of his policy, fortune played the clown to his caprices. At his touch, crowns crumbled, beggars reigned, systems vanished, the wildest theories took the color of his whim, and all that was venerable, and all that was novel, changed places with the rapidity of a drama. Even apparent defeat assumed the appearance of victory- his flight from Egypt confirmed his destiny - ruin itself only elevated him to empire. Amid all these changes he stood immutable as adamant. It mattered little whether in the field or the drawing room

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the mob or the levee-wearing the Jacobin bonnet or the iron crown-banishing a Braganza, or espousing a Hapsburghdictating peace on a raft to the czar of Russia, or contemplating defeat at the gallows of Leipsic - he was still the same military despot!

PHILLIPS

THE SAME, CONTINUED.

CRADLED in the camp, Bonaparte was to the last hour the darling of the army; and whether in the camp or the cabinet, he never forsook a friend or forgot a favor. Of all his soldiers, not one abandoned him, till affection was useless; and their first stipulation was for the safety of their favorite.

They knew well that if he was lavish of them, he was prodigal of himself; and that if he exposed them to peril, he repaid them with plunder. For the soldier, he subsidized every people; to the people he made even pride pay tribute. The victorious veteran glittered with his gains; and the capital, gorgeous with the spoils of art, became the miniature metropolis of the universe. In this wonderful combination, his affectation of literature must not be omitted. The jailer of the press, he affected the patronage of letters- the proscriber of books, he encouraged philosophy-the persecutor of authors and the murderer of printers, he yet pretended to the protection of learning! - the assassin of Palm, the silencer of De Stael, and the denouncer of Kotzebue, he was the friend of David, the benefactor of De Lille, and sent his academic prize to the philosopher of England.

Such a medley of contradictions, and at the same time sich an individual consistency, were never united in the same cha.acter. A royalist a republican and an emperor- -a Mohainmedan a Čatholic and a patron of the synagogue- a subatern and a sovereign― a traitor and a tyrant - a Christian and an infidel he was, through all his vicissitudes, the same stern, impatient, inflexible original- the same mysterious incomprehensible self-the man without a model, and without a shadow.

His fall, like his life, baffled all speculation. In short, his whole history was like a dream to the world, and no man can tell how or why he was awakened from the reverie.

That he has done much evil, there is little doubt; that he has been the origin of much good, there is just as little. Through his means, intentional or not, Spain, Portugal, and France have

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