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the religion of Britain, a-gainst the tyranny of| Rome, if these | worse than | popish | cruelties, and inquisi- | torial | practices, are en- | dured a- | mong us. | 7777To send | forth the | merciless | Indian, |

thirsting for blood!

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against whom? 777

your protestant | brethren! ||to| lay

| country, to | desolate their | dwellings, tirpate their | race and | name,

waste their

and ex- |

by the | aid and | instru

men- | tality of these un- | governable | savages! 991

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Spain can no longer | boast

barbarity.

pre-eminence in

7|17| She | armed herself with | blood

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hounds to ex- | tirpate the wretched | natives of |

Mexico;

we, | more | ruthless, | loose those | brutal |

warriors against our | countrymen |

en-deared to us by every | tie

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in A- | merica,

that can |

sanctify humanity. 111111I solemnly call upon your | lordships, | and upon | every | order of men in the | state, to stamp upon | this infamous pro- | cedure | the in- | delible | stigma of the | public ab- | horrence. | | |◄| More par- ticularly, I call upon the | venerable prelates of our re- | ligion, |to| do a- | way this in- | iquity: || let them per- | form a lus- | tration |

to purify the country

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11111 My | lords, I am
and at present un- | able to

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more; but my | feelings and | indig- | nation

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| too strong to have al- | lowed me to say | less. 99/9 I could not have | slept this night in my |

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nor even re- | posed my | head upon my | pillow,

with-out giving | vent to my steadfast ab- | horrence |of| such e- | normous and pre- | posterous | princi. ples.

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TIMON'S ADDRESS TO THE THIEVES.

TIMON. Why should you want? | Be- | hold, the | earth hath roots; |

With- | in this | mile break | forth a | hundred | springs : The | oaks bear | mast, the | briars | scarlet | hips: | [

The bounteous | housewife, | nature, on each | bush | Lays her full mess be- | fore you. || Want? | 77 | why want? |

1st THIEF.

water,

We cannot | live on | grass, on | berries,

As beasts, and | birds, and | fishes. |

TIM. Nor on the | beasts them- | selves, the | birds, and fishes: 1771

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You must | eat | men. Yet | thanks I | must you | con, That you are thieves pro- | fessed; that you | work not | |

In | holier | shapes: || for there is | boundless | theft
In | limited pro- | fessions. || Rascal | thieves, |
Here's gold: | Go, | suck the | subtle | blood of the | grape, |
Till the high | fever | seethe your | blood to froth, |

And so 'scape | hanging: | trust not the phy- | si

cian;

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His antidotes are | poison, and he | slays |

More than you | rob: || take | wealth and | lives to

gether;

Do | villany, | do, | since you pro- | fess to | do't, |

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Like workmen. I'll ex- | ample you with | thievery; | The sun's a thief, and | with his | great at- | traction | Robs the vast | sea: the moon's an | arrant | thief, | And her pale | fire she | snatches from the

sun:

The sea's a thief, whose | liquid | surge re- | solves ¡

The moon into | salt | tears: the earth's a | thief, |

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That feeds, and | breeds by a com- | posture | stolen

From general | excrement: || each | thing's a | thief: | The laws, your curb and

rough power

whip, in their |

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Have un-check'd | theft. | Love not your- | selves: away; 1771

Rob | one another. | | There's more | gold: |

cut throats;771

All that you meet are | thieves:

Break open shops; nothing can you
But thieves do | lose it.

To | Athens, | go, |

steal,

SHAKSPEARE.

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CÆSAR'S PASSAGE OF THE RUBICON.

A GENTLEMAN,

Mr. | Chairman,

speaking of |

Cæsar's be- nevolent | dispo- | sition, and of the re- | luc

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tance with which he | entered into the civil | war,

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serves, "How long did he | pause upon the | brink of the

| | Rubicon?" 11111 How | came he to the | brink of | that | river? |1|17| How | dared he | cross it? |

|77| Shall | private | men re- | spect the | boundaries of | private property, and shall a man | pay no re- | spect to the boundaries of his | country's | rights? ||77! How dared he | cross | that | river? |77|77|0! but

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heart | palpitate | when he is on the ❘ point of com- | mitting an | unlawful | deed? Why does the | murderer, his | | | | victim | sleeping be- | fore him, and his | glaring | eye | taking the measure of the blow, | strike | wide of the mortal | part? | Be- | cause of | conscience! 'Twas | that made | Cæsar | pause upon the | brink of the | Rubicon. 1991

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Com- passion! || What com- | passion? |◄ The com- | passion of an as- | sassin, that | feels a | momentary | shudder, as his | weapon be- | gins to | cut! |

Cæsar paused upon the | brink of the | Rubicon! | What was the | Rubicon? | The | boundary of | Cæsar's province. From | what did it | separate his | proFrom his country. Was that country a

vince?

desert?

| | rich and prosperous!

No;

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Its | sons were | men of genius, |

spirit, and gene- | rosity! | Its | daughters were | lovely, |

susceptible, and chaste! | 7771 Friendship was its in- | habitant! habitant! | Do- | mestic af- | fection

Love was its in- |

was its in- | habi

tant! | Liberty was its in- | habitant! |

All bounded by the | stream of the | Rubicon! 77 What was Cæsar that | stood upon the | bank of that stream? A traitor, | bringing | war and pestilence | into the heart of that country!111771 No wonder | that he paused! No wonder if his i- | magi- | na

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tion wrought upon

by his conscience, | be- held blood | in- stead of water; | | | | in- stead of murmurs! | ▼

he had

and |

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heard groans | wonder if some | gorgon | horror had | turned him into stone

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upon the spot! | 1411174 But, no!|he| cried, "The die is cast!" |77|77|He | plunged!|he| | I crossed! and | Rome was | free no more!

JAMES S. KNOWLES.

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