and Morris, and Pinckney will not soon be forgotten by our country, or by the literary world. Some men who now live may hereafter be found deserving of that life in the menory of posterity, which very great men have thought no unworthy object of a glorious ambition. Who can censure this anxious wish to live in human memory ? When we feel ourselves borne along the current of time; when we see ourselves hourly approach that cloud, impenetrable to the human eye, which terminates the last visible portion of this moving estuary; who of us, although he may hope, when he reaches it, to shoot through that dark barren into a more bright and peaceful region, yet who, I say, can feel himself receding swiftly from the eye of all human sympathy, leaving the vision of all human monuments, and not wish, as he passes by, to place on those monuments some little memorial of himself -some volume of a book-or, perhaps, but a single page, that it may be remembered,

"When we are not, that we have been ?”

Sir, these models of ancient and modern policy and eloquence, formed in the great schools of free discussion, both in earlier and later times, are in the hands of thousands of those youths who are now, in all parts of our country, forming themselves for the public service. This hall is the bright goal of their generous, patriotic, and glorious ambition. Sir, they look hither with a feeling not unlike that devotion felt by the pilgrim as he looks towards some venerated shrine. Do not I implore you, Sir, do not-by your decision this day, abolish the rites of liberty, consecrated in this place. Extinguish not those fires on her altar, which should here be eternal. Suffer not, suffer not the rude hand of this more than Vandal violence to demolish, “from turret to foundationstone," this last sanctuary of freedom.-Tristram Burges.

NATIONAL INJUSTICE.

Do you know how empires find their end? Yes, the great states eat up the little; as with fish, so with nations. Aye, but how do the great states come to an end? By their own injustice, and no other cause. Come with me, my friends, come with me into the Inferno of the nations, with such poor guidance as my lamp can lend. Let us disquiet and bring up the awful shadows of empires buried long ago, and learn

a lesson from the tomb. Come, old Assyria, with the Ninevitish dove upon thy emerald crown. What laid thee low? "I fell by my own injustice. Thereby Nineveh and Babylon came with me to the ground." Oh! queenly Persia, flame of the nations, wherefore art thou so fallen, who troddest the people under thee, bridgedst the Hellespont with ships, and pouredst thy temple-wasting millions on the western world? "Because I trod the people under me, and bridged the Hellespont with ships, and poured my templewasting millions on the western world. I fell by my own misdeeds!" Thou, muse-like Grecian queen, fairest of all thy classic sisterhood of states, enchanting yet the world with thy sweet witchery, speaking in art, and most seductive song, why liest thou there with the beauteous yet dishonored brow, reposing on thy broken harp? "I scorned the law of God; banished and prisoned wisest, justest men; I loved the loveliness of flesh embalmed in Parian stone; I loved the loveliness of thought, and treasured that in more than Parian speech. But the beauty of justice, the loveliness of love, I trod them down to earth. Lo, therefore, have I become as those barbarian states- -as one of them!” Oh, manly majestic Rome, thy seven-fold mural crown all broken at thy feet, why art thou here? 'Twas not injustice brought thee low; for thy Great Book of Law is prefaced with these words, "Justice is the unchanging, everlasting will to give each man his Right!" "It was not the saint's ideal, it was the hypocrite's pretense! I made iniquity my law, I trod the nations under me. Their wealth gilded my palaces,--where thou mayest see the fox and hear the owl,-it fed my courtiers and my courtezans. Wicked men were my cabinet counsellors the flatterer breathed his poison in my ear. Millions of bondmen wet the soil with tears and blood. you not hear it crying yet to God? Lo, here have I my recompense, tormented with such downfalls as you see! Go back, and tell the new-born child, who sitteth on the Alleghanies, laying his either hand upon a tributary sea, a crown of thirty stars upon his youthful brow-tell him there are rights which states must keep, or they shall suffer wrongs. Tell him there is a God who keeps the black man and the white, and hurls to earth the loftiest realm that breaks his just, eternal law! Warn the young empire that he come not down dim and dishonored to my shameful tomb! Tell him that Justice is the unchanging, everlasting will to give each man his Right. I knew it, broke it, I am lost. Bid him keep it and be safe!"-Theodore Parker.

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A FAREWELL TO DEPARTING VOLUNTEERS.

Go forth, defenders of your country, accompanied with every auspicious omen; advance with alacrity into the field, where God himself musters the hosts to war. Religion is too much interested in your success not to lend you her aid. She will shed over your enterprise her selectest influence. While you are engaged in the field, many will repair to the closet, many to the sanctuary; the faithful of every name will employ that prayer which has power with God; the feeble hands which are unequal to any other weapon, will grasp the sword of the spirit; and, from myriads of humble, contrite hearts, the voice of intercession, supplication and weeping, will mingle, in its ascent to heaven, with the shouts of battle and the shock of arms.

While you have everything to fear from the success of the enemy, you have every means of preventing that success; so that it is next to impossible for victory not to crown your exertions. The extent of your resources, under God, is equal to the justice of your cause. But, should Providence determine otherwise,-should you fall in this struggle, should the nation fall, you will have the satisfaction (the purest allotted to man) of having performed your part; your names will be enrolled with the most illustrious dead, while posterity, to the end of time, as often as they revolve the events of this period (and they will incessantly revolve them), will turn to you a reverential eye, while they mourn over the freedom which is entombed in your sepulchre.

I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every age and country, are bending from their elevated seats to witness this contest, as if they were incapa ble, till it be brought to a favorable issue, of enjoying their eternal repose. Enjoy that repose, illustrious mortals! Your mantle fell when you ascended; and thousands, inflamed with your spirit, and impatient to tread in your steps, are ready to swear, by Him that sitteth on the throne, and liveth for ever and ever, that they will protect freedom in her last asylum, and never desert her cause, which you sustained by your labors, and cemented with your blood!

Rev. Robert Hall, 1803.

THE MILITIA GENERAL.

SIR, we all know the military studies of this military gentleman before he was promoted. I take it to be beyond a reasonable doubt that he had perused with great care the title-page of "Baron Steuben." Nay, I go further; I venture to assert, without vouching in the least from personal knowledge, that he has prosecuted his researches so far as to be able to know that the rear rank stands right behind the front. This, I think, is fairly inferable from what I understood him to say of the two lines of encampment at Tippecanoe. We all, in fancy, now see the gentleman in that most dangerous and glorious event in the life of a militia general on the peace establishment-a parade day! that day, for which all the other days of his life seem to have been made. We can see the troops in motion-umbrellas, hoes and axe-handles, and other deadly implements of war, overshadowing all the field-when, lo! the leader of the host approaches! "Far off his coming shines." His plume, which, after the fashion of the great Bourbon, is of awful length, reads its doleful history in the bereaved necks and bosoms of forty neighboring hen-roosts. Like the great Suwaroff, he seems somewhat careless in forms or points of dress; hence his epaulette may be on his shoulders, back, or sides, but still gleaming, gloriously gleaming, in the sun. Mounted he is, too, let it not be forgotten. Need I describe to the colonels and generals of this honorable House the steed which heroes bestride on these occasions? No! I see the memory of other days is with you. You see before you the military gentleman mounted on his crop-eared, bushy-tailed mare, for height just fourteen hands, "all told." Yes, sir, there you see his "steed that laughs at the shaking of the spear," that is his war-horse, "whose neck is clothed with thunder." Mr. Speaker, we have glowing descriptions in history of Alexander the Great and his war-horse Bucephalus, at the head of the invincible Macedonian phalanx; but, sir, such are the improvements of modern times, that every one must see that our militia general, with his crop-eared mare, with bushy tail, would totally frighten off a battle-field a hundred Alexanders. The general, thus mounted and equipped, is in the field, and ready for action. On the eve of some desperate enterprise, such as giving order to shoulder arms, it may be, there occurs a crises or one of those accidents in war which no sagacity could foresee nor prevent. A cloud rises and passes over the sun. Here is an occasion for the display of that greatest of all

traits in the history of a commander-the tact which enables him to seize upon and turn to good account unlooked-for, events as they arise. Now for the caution wherewith the Roman Fabius foiled the skill and courage of Hannibal. A retreat is ordered, and troops and general, in a twinkling are found safely bivouacked in a neighboring grocery. But even here, the general still has room for the execution of heroic deeds. Hot from the field, and chafed with the heroic events of the day, your general unsheathes his trenchant blade, eighteen inches in length, as you will remember, and with energy and remorseless fury he slices the water-melons that lie in heaps around him, and shares them with his surviving friends. Others of the sinews of war are not wanting here. Whisky, Mr. Speaker, that great leveller of modern times, is here also, and the shells of the water-melons are filled to the brim. Here again, Mr. Speaker, is shown how the extremes of barbarism and civilization meet. As the Scandinavian heroes of old, after the fatigues of war, drank wine from the skulls of their slaughtered enemies, in Odin's halls, so now our militia general, and his forces, from the skulls of the melons thus vanquished, in copious draughts of whisky assuage the heroic fires of their souls, after a parade day. Hon. Thomas Corwin.

ON REDUCING THE ARMY,

SIR, we have heard a great deal about parliamentary armies, and about an army continued from year to year. I always have been, Sir, and always shall be, against a standing army of any kind. To me it is a terrible thing. Whether under that of a parliamentary or any other designation, a standing army is still a standing army, whatever name it be called by. They are a body of men distinct from the body of the people. They are governed by different laws; and blind obedience and an entire submission to the orders of their commanding officer is their only principle. It is, indeed, impossible, that the liberties of the people can be preserved in any country where a standing army is kept up. By the military law, the administration of justice is so quick, and the punishment so severe, that neither officer nor soldier dares offer to dispute the orders of his supreme commander. If an officer were commanded to pull his own father out of this House, he must do it. Immediate death would be the sure consequence of the least grumbling. And if an officer