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BRUTUS HARANGUE ON THE DEATH OF CÆSAR.

Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers Hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all freemen? As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious—I slew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? if any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here 0 vile, that would not love his country ? if any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply

None! Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the capitol ; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.

Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the tenefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ?— With this I depart—that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

ANTONY'S ORATION OVER C.ESAR'S BODY.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen ! Lend me your ears.
I come to bury Cæsar not to praise him.
The evil that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones :
So let it be with Cæsar! Noble Brutus
Hath told you Cæsar was ainbitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men,
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.-

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He haih brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill :
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitions ;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown;
Which he did thrice refuse: Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And sure, he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brulus spoke ;,
Biit here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once ; not without cause;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ?
O judgment! Thou art fled 10 brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me,
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar;
And I inust pause till it come back to me.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar, might
Have stood against the world ! Now lies he there
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O Masters ! If I were dispos'd to stir

Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brulus wrong, and Cassius wrong;
Who, you all know, are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong-—I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar;
I found it in his closet: 'tis his will.
Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which pardon me I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood-
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle : I remember
The first time ever Cæsar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii-
Look! In this place ran Cassius' dagger through-
See what a rent the envious Casca made-
Through this the well beloved Brutus stabb'd ;
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it!
This, this was the unkindest cut of all !
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him! Then burst his mighty hes
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
E'en at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I and you and all of us fell down;
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
0, now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity! These are gracious drops.
Kind souls! What, weep you when you but behold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look ye here !

Here is himself-marr'd as you see, by traitors.

Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up
To any sudden flood of Mutiny!
They that have done this deed are honorable
What private griess they have, alas I know not,
That made them do it! They are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reason answer you.
I come not friends, to steal away your hearts!
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But as you know me all, a plain blunt man
That love my friend—and that they know full well,
That gave me public leave to speak of him!
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood-I only speak right on.
I tell you that which you yourselves do know-
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor poor dumb

mouths,
And bid them speak for me. But, were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

EULOGY PRONOUNCED AT THE CITY OF WASHINGTON,

Oct. 19, 1826. By WILLIAM WIRT. The scenes which have been lately passing in our country, and of which this meeting is a continuance, are full of moral instruction. They hold up to the world a lesson of wisdom by which all may profit, if Heaven shall grant them the discretion to turn it to its use. The spectacle, in all its parts, has indeed, been most solemn and impressive; and though the first impulse be now past, the time has not yet come, and never will it come, when we can contemplate it, withou! renewed emotion.

In the structure of their characters; in the course of their action; in the striking coincidences which marked thicir high career ; in the lives and in the deaths of the illustrious men, whose virtues and services we have met to commemorale-and in that voice of adıniration and gratitude which has since burst, with one accord, from the twelve millions of freemen who people these States, there is a moral sublimity which overwhelms the mind, and hushes all its powers into silent amazement!

The European, who should have heard the sound without apprehending the cause, would be apt to inquire, “What is the meaning of all this? what had these men done to elicit this unanimous and splendid acclamation? Why has the whole American nation risen up, as one man, to do them honor, and offer to them this enthusiastic homage of the heart? Were they mighty warriors, and was the peal that we have heard, the shout of victory? Were they great commanders, returning from their distant conquests, surrounded with the spoils of war, and was this the sound of their triumphal procession ? Were they covered with martial glory in any form, and was this the noisy wave of the muliitude rolling back at their approach ?" Nothing of all this: No; they were peaceful and aged patriots, who, having served their country together, through their long and useful lives, had now sunk together to the tomb. They had not fought battles; but they had formed and moved the great machinery of which battles were only a small, and, comparatively, trivial consequence. They had not commanded armies; but they had commanded the master springs of the nation, on which all its great political, as well as military movements depended. By the wisdom and energy of their counsels, and by the potent mastery of their spirits, they had contributed pre-eminently to produce a mighty Revolution, which has changed the aspect of the world. A Revolution which, in one half of that world has already restored man to his “ long-lost liberty;" and government to its only legitimate object, the happiness

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