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4. In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few!

From rank to rank your volly'd thunder flew :-
Oh! bloodiest picture in the "Book of Time,"
Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a gen'rous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!
Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd
spear,
Clos'd her bright eye, and curb'd her high career;
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell;
And freedom shrieked-as Kosciusko fell!

5. The sun went down, nor ceas'd the carnage there,
Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air-
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow;
His blood-dy'd waters murmuring far below :
The storm prevails, the rampart yields away,
Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay!
Hark! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall,
A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call!
Earth shook-red meteors flash'd along the sky,
And conscious nature shudder'd at the cry!

6. Oh! righteous Heaven! ere freedom found a grave,
Why slept the sword Omnipotent to save?
Where was thine arm, O vengance! where thy rod,
That smote the foes of Zion and of God d;
That crush'd proud Ammon, when his iron car
Was yok'd in wrath, and thunder'd from afar?
Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host
Of blood-stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast;
Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow,
And heav'd an ocean on their march below?

7. Departed spirits of the mighty dead!
Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled!

Friends of the world! restore your swords to man,
Fight in the sacred cause, and lead the van!
Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone,
And make her arm puissant as your own!
Oh! once again to freedom's cause return
The patriot Tell-the Bruce of Bannockburn!

8. Yes! thy proud lords, unpitied land! shall see
That man hath yet a soul-and dare be free!
A little while, along thy sadd'ning plains,
The starless night of desolation reigns:
Truth shall restore the light by nature giv'n,
And, like Prometheus, bring the fire of Heav'n!
Prone to the dust oppression shall be hurl'd,-
Her name, her nature, wither'd from the world!
Campbell.

The “Sacking of Prague" requires the voice to undergo sudden changes, both in pitch and quantity.

CONCLUSION OF MR. CLAY'S SPEECH AT LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY, IN MAY, 1829.

1. My friends and fellow-citizes, I cannot part from you, on possibly this last occasion of my ever publicly addressing you, without reiterating the expression of my thanks, from a heart overflowing with gratitude. I came among you now more than thirty years ago, an orphan boy, pennyless, a stranger to you all, without friends, without the favor of the great.

2. You took me up, cherished me, caressed me, protected me, honored me. You have constantly poured upon me a bold and unabated stream of innumerable favors. Time, which wears out every thing, has increased and strengthened your affections for me.

3. When I seemed deserted by almost the whole world, and assailed by almost every tongue, and pen, and press, you have fearlessly and manfully stood by me, with unsurpassed zeal and undiminished friendship. When I felt as if I should sink beneath the storm of abuse and detraction, which was violently raging around me, I have found myself upheld and sustained by your encouraging voices and your approving smiles.

4. I have doubtless committed many faults and indiscretions, over which you have thrown the broad mantle of your charity. But I can say, and in the presence of my God and of this assembled multitude, I will say. that I have honestly and faithfully served my country; that I have never wronged it; and that however unprepared I

lament that I am, to appear in the Divine presence, on other accounts, I invoke the stern justice of His judgment on my public conduct, without the smallest apprehension of his displeasure.

Mr. Clay's speech, from which the above extract is taken, was made at" Fowler's Garden," near Lexington, Kentucky, on the 16th of May, 1829, on the occasion of a public dinner being given him, which was soon after his term as Secretary of State expired, on his return to his adopted State. His health, at that time, was so delicate, that he observed to me, he thought it doubtful whether he should live another year. He spoke under the influence of deep pathos when he was concluding his speech. Thousands were in attendance; and when the orator said: "I came among you an orphan boy," &c., almost every eye was impearled by tears. Mr. Clay's scorning to forget the humble origin from which he rose to be a member of the House of Representatives, Speaker of the House, Secretary of State, and a Senator in Congress, may be regarded as a happy exhibition of grateful sympathy. His voice is uncommonly deep, musical, and powerful; and his gestures are very animated, and perfectly natural and graceful.

THE PETITION OF THE WIFE OF ALMAS ALI CAWN, TO WARREN HASTINGS.

1. May the blessings of thy God wait upon thee, may the sun of glory shine around thy head, and may the gates of plenty, honor, and happiness, be always open to thee and thine.

2. May no sorrows distress thy days, may no strife disturb thy nights, may the pillow of peace kiss thy cheeks, and the pleasures of imagination attend thy dreams; and when length of years make thee tired of earthly joys, and the curtain of death gently closes round the last sleep of human existence, may the angels of God attend thy bed, and take care that the expiring lamp of life shall not receive one rude blast to hasten its extinction.

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3. O, hearken then, to the voice of distress, and grant the petition of thy servant. Spare the father of chil. dren, save my husband, my all that is dear! Consider, Sir, that he did not become rich by iniquity; and that what he possessed, was the inheritance of a long line of flourishing ancestors, who, in those smiling days, when the thunder of Great Britain was not heard on the fertile plains

of Hindostan, reaped their harvests in quiet, and enjoyed their patrimony unmolested.

4. Think, Ŏ think! that the God you worship, delights not in the blood of the innocent; remember thy own commandment: "Thou shalt not kill;" and by the order of heaven, give me back my Almas Ali Cawn; and take all our wealth, strip us of all our precious stones, of all our gold and silver, but take not the life of my husband! Innocence is seated on his brow, and the milk of human kindness flows round his heart; let us wander through the deserts, let us become tillers and laborers in those delightful spots of which he was once lord and master ;

5. But spare, O mighty Sir! spare his life: let not the instrument of death be lifted up against him, for he has not committed any crime: accept our treasures with gratitude; thou hast them at present by force: we will remem. ber thee in our prayers, and forget that we were ever rich and powerful.

6. My children beseech from thee the author of their existence; from that humanity which we have been told glows in the hearts of Englishmen, by the honor by the virtue, the honesty, and the maternal feelings of the great queen, whose offspring is so dear to her, the miserable wife of thy prisoner, beseeches thee to save the life of her hus band, and restore him to her arms: thy God will reward thee, thy country must thank thee, and she now petitioning, will pray for thee.

SPEECH OF WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM, ON THE SUBJECT OF EMPLOYING INDIANS TO FIGHT AGAINST THE AMERICANS.

1. MY LORDS: I am astonished-I am shocked, to hear such principles confessed; to hear them avowed in this house, or even this country. I did not intend to have encroached again on your attention, but I cannot repress my indignation. I feel myself impelled to speak.

2. My lords, we are called upon as members of this house, as men, as Christians, to protest against such horri

ble barbarity—" that God and nature have put into our hands!" What Ideas of God and nature that noble lord may entertain, I know not; but I know that such detestable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity.

3. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature, to the massacres of the Iadian's scalping knife! to the savage, torturing, murdering, and devouring his unhappy victims! Such notions shock every precept of morality, every feeling of humanity, every sentiment of honor.

4. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation. I call upon that right reverend, and this most learned bench, to vindicate the religion of their God, to support the justice of their country. I call upon the bishops to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn; upon the judges to interpose the purity of their ermine, to save us from this pollution.

5. I call upon the honor of your lordships, to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the British constitution.

6. From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestor of this noble lord frowns with indignation at the disgrace of his country. In vain did he defend the liberty, and establish the liberty of Britain, against the tyranny of Rome, if these worse than popish cruelties, and inquisitorial practices, are endured among us.

7. To send forth the merciless Indian, thirsting for blood against whom? your protestant brethren!-to lay waste their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, by the aid and instrumentality of these ungovernable savages!

8. Spain can no longer boast pre-eminence in barbarity. She armed herself with blood-hounds to extirpate the wretched natives of Mexico: we, more ruthless, loose these dogs of war against our countrymen in America, endeared to us by every tie that can sanctify humanity.

9. I solemnly call upon your lordships, and upon every order of men in the State, to stamp upon this infamous procedure the indelible stain of the public abhorrence.

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