15 Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, (The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed,) Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show 20 Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her fanning light her streamers gay, 66 So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore, And day by day some current's thwarting force, EXERCISE 104. Lost Extract from "The Grave."-MONTGOMERY. 1 There is a calm for those who weep; 2 The storm that wrecks the winter sky, 3 I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil; 4 Art thou a wanderer ?-hast thou seen 5 Though long of winds and waves the sport, 6 There is a calm for those who weep! 7 The soul, of origin Divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, 8 The sun, is but a spark of fire, EXERCISE 105. Defence of Johnson.-CURRAN. Even if it should be my client's fate to be surrendered to his keepers-to be torn from his family—to have his obsequies performed by torch light-to be carried to a foreign land, and to a strange tribunal, where no 5 witness can attest his innocence, where no voice that he ever heard can be raised in his defence, where he inust stand mute, not of his own malice, but the malice of his enemies-yes, even so, I see nothing for him to fear; --that all-gracious Being, that shields the feeble from the 10 oppressor, will fill his heart with hope, and confidence, and courage; his sufferings will be his armour, and his weakness will be his strength. He will find himself in the hands of a brave, a just, and a generous nation-he will find that the bright examples of her Russels and 15 her Sydneys have not been lost to her children. They will behold him with sympathy and respect, and his persecutors with shame and abhorrence; they will feel too, that what is then his situation, may to-morrow be their own-but their first tear will be shed for him, 20 and the second only for themselves. Their hearts will melt in his acquittal; they will convey him kindly and fondly to their shore; and he will return in triumph to his country; to the threshold of his sacred home, and to the weeping welcome of his delighted family. He will 25 find that the darkness of a dreary and a lingering night hath at length passed away, and that joy cometh in the morning. No, iny Lords, I have no fear for the ultimate safety of my client. Even in these very acts of brutal violence that have been committed against him, do I 30 hail the flattering hope of final advantage to him-and not only of final advantage to him, but of better days and more prosperous fortune for this afflicted countrythat country of which I have so often abandoned all hope, and which I have been so often determined to quit for35 ever. I have repented-I have staid-and I am at once rebuked and rewarded by the happier hopes that I now entertain. In the anxious sympathy of the public-in the anxious sympathy of my learned brethren, do I catch 40 the happy presage of a brighter fate for Ireland. They see, that within these sacred walls, the cause of liberty and of man may be pleaded with boldness and heard with favour. I am satisfied they will never forget the great trust, of which they alone are now the remaining 45 depositaries. While they continue to cultivate a soună philosophy-a mild and tolerating Christianity-and to make both the sources of a just and liberal, and constitutional jurisprudence, I see every thing for us to hope; into their hands, therefore, with the most affectionate 50 confidence in their virtue, do I commit these precious hopes. Even I may live long enough yet to see the approaching completion, if not the perfect accomplishment of them. Pleased shall I then resign the scene to fitter actors-pleased shall I lay down my wearied head to 55 rest, and say, "Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation." EXERCISE 106. Taking of Warsaw.-CAMPBELL. When leagued Oppression poured to northern wars Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, (0°) Oh! Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save (0) He said, and on the rampart-heights arrayed (-) In vain, alas ! in vain, ye gallant few! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career!— Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked--as Kosciusko fell. 5 The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there 6 The storm prevails, the ramparts yield away, Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, EXERCISE 107. Lord Chatham.-BUTLER. Of those, by whom Lord North was preceded, none, probably, except Lord Chatham, will be remembered by posterity; but the nature of the eloquence of this extraordinary man, it is extremely difficult to de5 scribe. No person in his external appearance was ever more bountifully gifted by nature for an orator. In his look and his gesture, grace and dignity were combined, but dignity presided; the "terrors of his beak, the light10 nings of his eye," were insufferable. His voice was both full and clear; his lowest whisper was distinctly heard, his middle tones were sweet, rich, and beautifully varied; when he elevated his voice to its highest pitch, the house was completely filled with the volume of the 15 sound. The effect was awful, except when he wished to cheer or animate; he then had spirit stirring notes, which were perfectly irresistible. He frequently rose, ɔn a sudden, from a very low to a very high key, but it seemed to be without effort. His diction was remark20 ably simple, but words were never chosen with greater care; he mentioned to a friend that he had perused some of Dr. Barrow's Sermons so often as to know them by heart. |