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! | 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 Spain can no longer | boast barbarity. pre-eminence in 7|17| She | armed herself with | blood 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 | 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 11111 My | lords, I am deadly sin. | old | and weak, say | more; but my | feelings and | indig- | nation | too strong to have al- | lowed me to say | less. 99/9 I could not have | slept this night in my | 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. 1 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 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 And so 'scape | hanging: | trust not the phy- | si cian; 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, | | 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, | 1 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 | 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 To | Athens, | go, | steal, SHAKSPEARE. 19 * CÆSAR'S PASSAGE OF THE RUBICON. A GENTLEMAN, Mr. | Chairman, speaking of | Cæsar's be- nevolent | dispo- | sition, and of the re- | luc tance with which he | entered into the civil | war, ob- | 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 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 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; 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 tion wrought upon by his conscience, | be- held blood | in- stead of water; | | | | in- stead of murmurs! | ▼ he had and | | No | heard groans | wonder if some | gorgon | horror had | turned him into stone 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. |