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does know. So the common sense of England replied to Lord Ellenborough and his party, "My Lords, if these laws were passed when you stood upon your feet, for Heaven's sake, stand upon your heads." For they had learned, as every age and people learns, that this conservatism moves just as fast upon its head as upon its feet; and it is only by turning it upside down, whichever way it stands, that public progress is secured.

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you whose hearts are still open to the entreaties of your hopefully struggling country, but whose eyes are clouded by party spirit to you I address this last appeal. Party! have you not learned yet that in times of a great crisis there can only be a for and against, and that all which is half this and half that must be ground to dust as between two millstones? Have you not learned that lesson in the contest of 1860? Then you will learn it now when your organization is crumbling to pieces like a rotten stick, dangerous for him who leans upon it; crumbling to pieces in spite of artful duplicity, in spite of trade and bargain.

This is not a mere accident; it is the inexorable logic of things. And out of this disgraceful shipwreck you can hesitate to save the proud privilege of being useful to your country! Not I alone entreat you thus. Ilear the voice of him who leads your sons and brothers on the field of battle: "The end is near; only let the North be true to herself! Unity of sentiment and unity of action and victory is sure!"

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And not he alone. Every sigh and moan of the wounded soldier, every drop of blood that stains our battle-fields, every tear that moistens the pale cheeks of our widows and orphans cries out to you, "Take care that this be not in vain. Unite for the struggle !"

And believe me, it is not from fear of failure that I appeal to you. I appeal to you, that your names may not go down to your children on the suspicious list of the doubtful. I wish that the country might be proud of all her sons.

Indeed, whatever you may do, we fear you not; for although only glorious New England has spoken, I solemnly declare my belief that the people have already decided in their hearts. This nation will not be false to her great destiny. You try in vain to stop her march, by throwing yourself under her feet. Come with her if you will, or she will march over you if she must. In every pulsation of the public heart, in every breeze, there is victory; and in the midst of the din and confusion of the conflict, there stands the NATIONAL WILL, undisturbed, in monumental repose, and gives his quiet command, FOR THE GREAT EMPIRE OF LIBERTY FORWARD!

40. SERGEANT BUZFUZ IN BARDELL VS. PICKWICK.

OU have heard, from my learned friend, gentle

YOU

men of the jury, that this is an action for a breach of promise of marriage, in which the damages are laid at fifteen hundred pounds.

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The plaintiff, gentlemen, is a widow; yes, gentlemen, a widow. The late Mr. Bardell, some time before his death, became the father, gentlemen, of a little boy. With this little boy Mrs. Bardell shrank from the world, and courted the retirement and tranquillity of Goswell Street; and here she placed in her front parlor window a written placard, "Apartments furnished, for a single gentleman. Inquire within." Did it remain there long? No. Before the bill had been in the parlor window three days, three days, gentlemen, a being, erect upon two legs, and bearing all the outward semblance of a man, and not of a monster, knocked at the door of Mrs. Bardell's house. He inquired within; he took the lodgings; and on the very next day he entered into possession of them. This man was Pickwick Pickwick, the defendant.

I shall show you, gentlemen, that for two years Pickwick continued to reside constantly, and without interruption or intermission, at Mrs. Bardell's house. I shall prove to you that on one occasion he distinctly, and in terms, offered her marriage; and I am in a situation to prove to you, on the testimony of three of his own friends, most unwilling witnesses, that on that morning he was discovered by them holding the plaintiff in his arms, and soothing her agitation, by his caresses and endearments.

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And now, gentlemen, but one word more. letters have passed between these parties - letters that must be viewed with a cautious and suspicious eye letters that were evidently intended at the time, by Pickwick, to mislead and delude any third parties into whose hands they might fall. Let me read the first: "Garraway's, twelve o'clock. Dear

Mrs. B. wick."

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Yours, Pick

"Chops

Chops!

- Chops and tomato sauce. Gentlemen, what does this mean?

and tomato sauce. Yours, Pickwick.” Gracious Heavens ! And tomato sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these? The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious: "Dear Mrs. B. I shall not be at home to-morrow. Slow coach." Then follows this very remarkable expression: "Don't trouble yourself about the warming-pan." The warming-pan? Why, gentlemen, who does trouble himself about a warming-pan? And what does this allusion to the "slow coach mean ? For aught I know, it may be a reference to Pickwick himself, who has been a criminally "slow coach," but whose speed will now be very unexpectedly accelerated, and whose wheels, gentlemen, as he will find to his cost, will very soon be greased by you.

But enough of this, gentlemen. It is difficult to smile with an aching heart. My client's hopes and prospects are ruined; and it is no figure of speech to say, that her occupation is gone indeed. The bill is down, but there is no tenant. Eligible single gentlemen pass and repass, but there is no invitation for them to inquire within-or without. All is gloom and silence in the house; even the voice of the child is hushed; his infant sports are disregarded when his mother weeps. But Pickwick, gentlemen, Pickwick, the ruthless destroyer of this domestic oasis in the desert of Goswell Street; Pickwick, who has choked up the well, and thrown ashes on the sward; Pickwick, who comes before you to-day with his heartless

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"tomato sauce" and "warming-pans; Pickwick still rears his head with unblushing effrontery, and gazes without a sigh upon the ruin he has made.

Damages, gentlemen, heavy damages, is the only punishment with which you can visit him; the only recompense you can award to my client. And for those damages she now appeals to an enlightened, a high-minded, a right-feeling, a conscientious, a dispassionate, a sympathizing, a contemplative jury of her civilized countrymen.

41. DEMOSTHENES TO THE ATHENIANS.

BSERVE, I beseech you, men of Athens, how

different your conduct appears from the practices of your ancestors. They took part in the government, not to enrich themselves, but the public; they had no scheme or ambition but for the public; nor knew any interest but the public. It was by a close and steady application to the general good of their country, by a strict faith and religious honesty betwixt man and man, and a moderation always uniform and of a piece, they established that reputation which remains to this day, and will last to utmost posterity.

Such were your ancestors; so glorious in the eyes of the world; so bountiful and munificent to their country; so sparing, so modest, so self-denying to themselves. What resemblance of these great men can we find in the present generation? You permit, patiently, whole provinces to be wrested from you; you lavish the public money in scandalous and ob