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What motive! That which nature, the common parent, plants in the bosom of man; and which, though it may be less active in the Indian than in the Englishman, is still congenial with, and makes part of, his being; that feeling which tells him that man was never made to be the property of man; but that when, through pride and insolence of power, one human creature dares to tyrannize over another, it is a power usurped, and resistance is a duty; that feeling which tells him that all power is delegated for the good, not for the injury of the people, and that when it is converted from the original purpose, the compact is broken, and the right is to be resumed; that principle which tells him, that resistance to power usurped, is not merely a duty which he owes to himself and to his neighbor, but a duty which he owes to his God, in asserting and maintaining the rank which he gave him in the creation! to that common God, who, where he gives the form of man, whatever may be the complexion, gives also the feelings and the rights of man;—that principle, which neither the rudeness of ignorance can stifle, nor the enervation of refinement extinguish !—that principle which makes it base for a man to suffer when he ought to act, which, tending to preserve to the species the original designations of providence, spurns at the arrogant distinctions of man, and vindicates the independent quality of his race.

3. The majesty of Justice, in the eyes of Mr. Hastings, is a being of terrific horror-a dreadful idol, placed in the gloom of graves, accessible only to cringing supplication, and which must be approached, with offerings, and worshipped by sacrifice. The majesty of Mr. Hastings is a being whose decrees are written with blood, and whose oracles are at once secure and terrible. From such an idol I turn mine eyes with horror-I turn them here to this dignified and high tribunal, where the majesty of justice really sits enthroned. Here Í perceive the majesty of justice in her proper robes of truth and mercy, chaste and simple, accessible and patient, awful without severity, inquisitive without meanness. I see her enthroned and sitting in judgment on a great and momentous cause, in which the happiness of millions is involved. 4. Pardon me, my lords, if I that in the presume to say, decision of this great cause, you are to be envied as well as venerated. You possess the highest distinction of the human character; for when you render your ultimate voice on this

cause, illustrating the dignity of the ancestors from whom you sprang, justifying the solemn asseveration which you make, vindicating the people of whom you are a part, and manifesting the intelligence of the times in which you live, you will do such an act of mercy, and blessing to man, as no men but yourselves are able to grant.

"Warren Hastings was born December 6th, 1732. The family to which he belonged, had become reduced in circumstances; and Warren, an orphan from the tenderest age, received a limited education, through the kindness of an uncle. In 1750, in his eighteenth year, he sailed for Calcutta, as a clerk in the office of the secretary of the East India Company. In 1761, he became a member of the company's council there. In 1764, he returned to England, and remained four years. Laboring under pecuniary embarrassments, he embarked again for India, as a member of the council at Madras. In 1773 he was appointed the first Governor General of India, which post he held until 1785, when he returned to England in comparative affluence. Bold, ardent, politic, and unprincipled, he had lost no opportunity of advancing the interests of the company, and extending and strengthening British power in the east. Soon after his return, charges were preferred against him, and he was impeached by the House of Commons, on general charges, affecting his administration, as Governor General of India. His trial commenced on the 13th of February, 1788, and continued nearly eight years. In this trial were engaged many of the master spirits of England in the day of her proudest men,-Burke, Fox, Sheridan, and others; and during its progress was displayed some of the most commanding eloquence of which the English forum can boast. Hastings, after this tedious examination, was acquitted, and he retired to Daylesford, in Worcestershire,-the family estate which he had repurchased, where he lived in content through a peaceful and honored old age. He died on the 22d day of August, 1818, in his 86th year. From the obloquy and panegyric that have been heaped upon him, it is difficult to deduce his true character. None will deny that he was a great man. Few will claim that he was a good man."

For the foregoing note, the author is indebted to a worthy gentleman of the legal profession, with whom the educational reformer and philanthropist are not lost in the lawyer, A. B. Olmstead, Esq., of Saratoga Springs. We are informed that "public curiosity was scarcely ever so strongly interested, as on the day when Mr. Sheridan was to speak on the Begum charge on the impeachment of Mr. Hastings. The avenues leading to the hall were filled with persons of the first distinction, many of them peeresses in full dress, who waited in the open air, for upwards of an hour and a half, before the gates were opened, when the crowd pressed so eagerly, forward, that many persons had nearly perished. No extract can do justice to this speech, the above is a partial specimen of its power."

"On the conclusion of Mr. Sheridan's speech, the whole assembly members, peers, and strangers, involuntarily joined in a tumult of applause, and adopted a mode of expressing their approbation, new and irregular in that house, by loudly and repeatedly clapping their hands. A motion was immediately made and carried for an adjournment, that the members who were in a state of delirous insensibility from the talismanic influence of

such powerful eloquence, might have time to collect their scattered senses for the exercise of a sober judgment. This motion was made by Mr. Pitt, who declared that this speech 'surpassed all the eloquence of ancient and modern times, and possesses every thing that genius or art could furnish, to agitate and control the human mind.'"

107. PANEGYRIC ON SHERIDAN'S ELOQUENCE.-Burke.

1. He has this day surprised the thousands who hung with rapture on his accents, by such an array of talents, such an exhibition of capacity, such a display of powers, as are unparalleled in the annals of oratory! a display that reflects the highest honor upon himself, lustre upon letters, renown upon parliament, glory upon the country.

2. Of all species of rhetoric, of every kind of eloquence that has been witnessed or recorded, either in ancient or modern times; whatever the acuteness of the bar, the dignity of the senate, the solidity of the judgment seat, and the sacred morality of the pulpit, have hitherto furnished, nothing has surpassed, nothing has equalled, what we have this day heard in Westminster hall.

3. No holy seer of religion, no sage, no statesman, no orator, no man of any literary description whatever, has come up, in the one instance, to the pure sentiments of morality; or, in the other, to that variety of knowledge, force of imagination, propriety and vivacity of allusion, beauty and elegance of diction, strength and copiousness of style, pathos and sublimity of conception, to which we have this day listened with ardor and admiration. From poetry up to eloquence, there is not a species of composition of which a complete and perfect specimen might not, from that single speech, be culled and collected.

This Panegyric" is nearly as eloquent as the speech, in praise of which it was made. Notwithstanding the high encomiums of Messrs. Pitt and Burke, and which were doubtless merited, Mr. Sheridan's first effort, to make a speech, was an entire failure; and his best friends advised him never to appear before an audience, in the capacity of a speaker, again. But he said "Oratory is in me, and it shall come out;" and, out it did come, as clearly and abundantly appears, from the history of his brilliant career, as an orator.

108. NEW MISSIONARY HYMN.-S. F. Smith.

1. Yes, my native land, I love thee,—
All thy scenes, I love them well,
Friends, connexions, happy country!
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you—

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2. Home! thy joys are passing lovely,-
Joys no stranger-heart can tell!
Happy home! indeed I love thee!
Can I, can I say, Farewell?
Can I leave thee-

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

3. Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure!
Can I say a last farewell?

Can I leave you

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

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109. DAVID'S CONFIDENCE IN GOD'S GRACE.

1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

2. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.-Psalm xxiii.

In Psalm xl, 4th verse, David says: "Blessed is the man that maketh the Lord his trust."

"One glance at the stars," said Sir Walter Scott, "is enough to banish from the mind, all low conceptions of the Deity." Do we not read amid "the poetry of heaven," the hymn of trust? President Mahan, of the Oberlin Institute, most eloquently observes: "Whatever may happen in the universe, nought can disturb the soul's deep rest in God. It is our privilege, even now, to have our home in the skies. Through the enlightening Spirit, we may be led up those everlasting hills, plant our feet on those delectable mountains, and stand in ecstasy, amid the revelations of eternity, while we sojourn in the vales of our native earth."

110. ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.-Cicero.

1. No man, Scipio, shall ever persuade me, that the excellent persons whom I have known, but whom I need not mention, would have performed so many exploits that were to descend to posterity, had they not in their own minds been convinced, that they had an interest in posterity, and that they were to superintend its actions. Do you imagine that I, for I must be indulged in a little of an old man's boasting, would have undertaken so many toils, by day and by night, at home and abroad, did I think that the period of my glory was to be the same with that of my life? Would it not have been wiser in me to have passed my days in ease and retirement, without stir, and without struggle?

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