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lowed it to the Federalists:-and as the Federal Party was broken up, and there was no possibility of transmitting it further on this side the Atlantic, he seems to have discovered that it has gone off, collaterally, though against all the canons of descent, into the Ultras of France, and finally became extinguished, like exploded gas, among the adherents of Don Miguel.
This, sir, is an abstract of the gentleman's history of Federalism. I am not about to controvert it. It is not, at present worth the pains of refutation, because, sir, if at this day any one feels the sin of Federalism lying heavily on his conscience, he can easily obtain remission. He may even have an indulgence, if he is desirous of repeating the same transgression. It is an affair of no difficulty to get into this same right line of patriotic descent. A man, now-a-days, is at liberty to choose his political parentage. He may elect his own father. Federalist, or not, he may, if he choose, claim to belong to the favoured stock, and his claim will be allowed. He may carry back his pretensions just as far as the honourable gentleman himself; nay, he may make himself out the honourable gentleman's cousin, and prove satisfactorily, that he is descended from the same political great grandfather. All this is allowable. We all know a process, sir, by which the whole Essex Junto could, in one hour, be all washed white from their ancient Federalism, and come out, every one of them, an original Democrat, dyed in the wool! Some of them have actually undergone the operation, and they say it is quite easy. The only inconvenience it occasions, as they tell us, is a slight tendency of the blood to the face, a soft suffusion, which, however, is very transient, since nothing is said calculated to deepen the red on the cheek, but a prudent silence observed, in regard to all the past. Indeed, sir, some smiles of approbation have been bestowed, and some crumbs of comfort have fallen, not a thousand miles from the door of the Hartford Convention itself. And if the author of the ordinance of 1787, possessed the other requisite qualifications, there is no knowing, notwithstanding his Federalism, to what heights of favour he might not yet attain.
BERTUCCIO FALIERO-DOGE.....Lord Byron.
Bertuccio Faliero. I cannot but agree with you,
Doge. Oh! that the Saracen were in St. Mark's!
For the sake
Oh, that the Genoese were in the port!
'Tis not well
In Venice' Duke to say so.
Who now is Duke in Venice? let me see him,
Doge. (interrupting him.) There is no such thingIt is a word-nay, worse,- -a worthless by-word: The most despised, wrong'd, outrag'd, helpless wretch, Who begs his bread, if 'tis refused by one, May win it from another kinder heart; But he, who is denied his right by those Whose place it is to do no wrong, is poorer Than the rejected beggar-he's a slave— And that am I, and thou, and all our house, Even from this hour; the meanest artisan Will point the finger, and the haughty noble May spit upon us-where is our redress? Ber. The law, my prince
Doge. (interrupting him.) You see what it has doneI ask'd no remedy but from the law
I sought no vengeance but redress by law-
The very subjects who had made me sovereign,
Doge. Appeal again! art thou my brother's son ?
The nephew of a Doge? and of that blood
Ber. My princely uncle! you are too much moved :
Doge. I tell thee-must I tell thee-what thy father Would have required no words to comprehend? Hast thou no feeling save the external sense Of torture from the touch? hast thou no soulNo pride-no passion-no deep sense of honour?
Ber. 'Tis the first time that honour has been doubted, And were the last, from any other sceptic.
Doge. You know the full offence of this born villain, This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon, Who threw his sting into a poisonous libel, And on the honour of-Oh God!-my wife, The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour, Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth Of loose mechanics, with all coarse foul comments, And villanous jests, and blasphemies obscene; While sneering nobles, in more polish'd guise, Whisper'd the tale, and smiled upon the lie Which made me look like them-a courteous wittol, Patient-ay, proud, it may be, of dishonour.
Did you expect as his fit punishment?
Doge. Death! Was I not the sovereign of the stateInsulted on his very throne, and made A mockery to the men who should obey me? Was I not injured as a husband scorn'd As man? reviled, degraded, as a prince? Was not offence like his a complication Of insult and of treason ?-and he lives! Had he instead of on the Doge's throne Stampt the same brand upon a peasant's stool, His blood had gilt the threshold; for the carle Had stabb'd, him on the instant.
And what redress
But, notwithstanding, harm not thou a hair
Ber. Your wishes are my law; and yet I fain
Doge. Fear not; you shall have time and place of proof. But be not thou too rash, as I have been. I am ashamed of my own anger now;
I pray you pardon me.
So will it stand to me ;-but speak not, stir not,—
KING OF SCOTLAND-ATHOL.....Smollett.
King. It is not well-it is not well we meet On terms like these:-I should have found in Ath A trusty counsellor and steady friend.
And better would it suit thy rev'rend age,
My present aim
this, my liege,
Is to repair, not widen more the
By Heav'n, thy proud demeanour more befits
The sword of Athol Was never drawn but to redress the wrongs His country suffer'd.
Dar'st thou to my face
Not yet so low
King. Swift hie thee to them, And lead thy fugitive adherents back! Away. Now by the mighty soul of Bruce! Thou shalt be met. And if thy savage clans Abide us in the plain, we soon will tread Rebellion in the dust. Why move ye not! Conduct them to their camp.
Forgive, my prince,
If, on my own integrity of heart
O wretched plea! To which thy blasted guilt must have recourse!