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Up hither winds, whose base is but the brow
DOUGLAS'S ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF.
Douglas, BY HOME. My name is Norval. On the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home : For I had heard of battles, and I longed To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heaven soon granted what my sire denied. This moon, which rose last night, round as my shield, Had not yet filled her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rushed, like a torrent, down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety and for succour. I alone, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hovered about the enemy, and marked The road he took ; then hasted to my friends; Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men,
I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
ROLLA TO THE PERUVIANS.
Pizarro, BY SHERIDAN. My brave associates !— partners of my toil, my feelings, and my fame! Can Rolla's words add vigour to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts ?—No ;-you have judged, as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude you.— Your generous spirit has compared, as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, can animate their minds and ours.— They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule ;-we, for our country, our altars, and our homes. — They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate ;— we serve a monarch whom we love,-a God whom we adore.—Whene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progress ! -Where'er they pause in amity, affliction mourns their friendship. They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error !- Yes-they-they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride !—They offer us their protection - yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs-covering and devouring them !—They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise. — Be our plain answer this : The throne we honour is the people's choice
- the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacythe faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave.- Tell your invaders this, and tell them too, we seek no change ; and, least of all, such change as they would bring us.
RIENZI'S ADDRESS TO THE MEN OF ROME.
Rienzi, BY MISS MITFORD.
In that strange spell, a name. Each hour, dark fraud,
I have known deeper wrongs. I, that speak to you, -
ye brave sons ? Look, in the next fierce brawl,
CATILINE TO THE ROMAN SENATE.
Catiline, BY DR. CROLY. “BANISHED from Rome!”— what's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe ? “ Tried and convicted traitor !” – Who
this? Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my
head ? “ Banished ?”—I thank you for 't. It breaks my chain ! I held some slack allegiance till this hour, But now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords; I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities. But here I stand and scoff you :-here I fling Hatred and full defiance in
face. Your Consul's merciful. For this all thanks. He dares not touch a hair of Catiline. “ Traitor !” I go-but I return. This— trial ! Here I devote your senate ! I've had wrongs, To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows !—This hour's work Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus !-all shames and crimes ;Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ; Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup ; Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe ; Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones ; Till Anarchy comes down on you like Night, And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.