In the following we have Cornelia, the mother of the Gracchi, uttering bad gram mar. What want you with me, my Licinius? [Goes to him and takes him aside]. You Have come to tell me something.-Caius hath For Vettius.-I was certain he would do it.— He will not get fair play, no more than his brother! The words in italics, in the following passage, are rather difficult to "parse and conster." What care I, that the world allows him good That all do praise him! For his sake?--Alas! The defence of Gracchus, when accused by Opimius, is quite as respectable as any thing in the tragedy. ? C. Gracc. Is this your charge?- Or that of the Republic? What was my office? But have returned, still poorer than I went. Flamin. The charge Is heavy. C. Gracc. Heavy as the proofs are light. Have amassed treasures-and they thus reward me- To feed suspicion's phantom! Why is this? I did not style them butchers! When their hatred Of ripe Falernian, drown the little left Opim. He would raise a tumult! C. Gracc. No. This hand's the first to arm against the man, Opim. He has aspersed the justice of our order; Marc. Ay! you shall have it! Gracchus shall Tit. Gracchus Tribune! Caius Gracchus Trib- Opim. Stay, friends! Take heed! Beware of C. Gracc. The laws! The laws! Of common The wealth, the happiness, the freedom of [Exeunt C. Gracchus and party, with C. Grace. Stay, Livius Drusus-let me speak Drusus. Your pleasure, Caius? C. Gruce Pleasure!-Livius Drusus, Drusus. The caitiff! C. Gracc. Ah! ho! Now You're Livius Drusus! You were only then Drusus. The Senate's tool! you, Burst out at once and free retort upon me→→ Drusus. My good Caius, Restrain your ardent temper; it doth hurry you C. Gracc. Give me but an answer, and Drusus. Your senses leave you, Caius! C. Gracc. Give me an auswer, Drusus! C. Gracc. Are you the creature of the Senate ? C. Grace. Do you juggle with the people? C. Gracc. Ay! Drusus. To whom? C. Gracc. To the poor people! Juggle them out of the few friends they have left? Drusus. If 'twill content you, Caius, I am one C. Gracc. The friend of neither- With one eye, glance his pity on the crowd, Drusus. I'll leave you, Caius, And hope your breast will harbour better counsels. me! [Exit. The people following, with shouts. C. Gracc. Go! I have tilled a waste; and, with my sweat, Brought hope of fruitage forth--the superficial C. Gracc. Now, what a deal of pains for little And heartless soil cannot sustain the shoot: profit! If you could play the juggler with me, Livius- Make my own senses witness 'gainst myself, I see as palpable as if they were "Twere worth the acting; but, when I am master What wanton waste of labour!-Livius Drusus, Drusus. Well, let me be so! I will not quarrel with you, worthy Caius! C. Gracc. What barefaced shifting! C. Gracc. Ye men of Rome, there is no favour Enlarge their palaces-dress forth their banquets, Drusus. Honest! C. Gracc. Ay, honest!-Why do you repeat The first harsh wind that sweeps it, leaves it bare! I loved them and I served them!-Let them go ! There is not a little obscurity in this as "a reading play," cannot fail of pleasing | thither, they are wa passage: Is it to use That sword you go abroad?-Is it, my husband? It is; alas, it is!--You would go forth To sell your life for an ungrateful people.-To quit your wife and child for men, looked on And saw your brother murdered--and will now Betray you even to death! The death of Gracchus is well managed. Fly every way-and from the windows and Will hear hem. My boy first. -Mother!- Licinia They are here! C. Gracc. Now thee!-(Embraces her.) Licin. Away!-What's that you feel for, Caius, Under your robe? C. Gracc. Nothing, love, nothing.-Rome! O Rome! [A dagger drops from beneath his robe. He falls dead.-Lacinia throws herself on the body.-Cornelia, with difficulty, supports herself. The Consul and his troops are heard approaching. She makes a violent effort to recover her self-possess ion; snatches Caius Child from the Attendant, and holds it in one arm, while with the other on the stage. It can add nothing to the Hohendahl, and Wal reputation of Mr Knowles, but might put served by the accid much into the purses of our theatrical man- Alasco, who, learnin agers inasmuch as the story is interesting, had been conveyed, as there is much bustle in the action, and to attack the Baron as it is tolerably well "got up" for stage some skirmishing, an effect. plots, Alasco, overpow conveyed to a dung one of his faithful follo of a secret passage, a to escape. As he is a Amantha; he retur geon, his steps are ar rounded by the guard of the castle bell, con supposes, to execution the dungeon. Heari she imagined, announ husband, Amantha sta ger, which had been geon, and lives long husband, and to hear the effect of Alasco's apostrophizing the de stabs himself with the closes the tragedy. 7 in this play, and tho The following passa very favourable speci SCENE IV.-A Dungeon sleeping on a bench, but falling from the wall a he starts up and comes f Perhaps some of our readers may not be aware of the circumstances which have given a measure of notoriety to the tragedy which forms the second article of our title. Covent Garden Theatre, in concurrence Mr George Colman, the manager of the with the Lord Chamberlain of England, found in this tragedy many passages, which militated so strongly against their established notions of propriety and loyalty, that they would not suffer it to be represented until it had undergone a thorough expurgation; and they were as careful to eradicate every sentence in which liberty or slavery, king or freemen, tyrant or patriot occurred, as if whiggism and tory ism, ministerialism and antiministerialism, George the Fourth and Mr Brougham, had been used in their stead. Mr Shee, not brooking the mutilation of his tragedy with too much patience, and thinking himself a persecuted man, pub-good passages, it can lished the play entire, distinguishing by in- be ranked much abov verted commas, the passages which had so mortally offended "these judicious Dogberries of the new dramatic police." In all this there is something in our eyes exceedingly farcical. Is honest John Bull in such a state of "intestinal fermentation," that his vigilant guardians are afraid of increasing the disease by a few ranting exclamations about liberty, and tyranny, and cabals, and conspiracies, and these too put into the mouth of a Pole, endeavouring to excite his countrymen to throw off the yoke of slavery? or does the Lord Chamberlain go upon the principle of those empirics, who, in their advertisement, kindly inform us, "that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure;" and in order to preclude the possi-Since it has no shame' bility of engendering "thoughts hostile to Thy much loved image ha royalty" among the many, most manfully The patriot's firmness sha The heart resumes it sway banish from the stage every thing that And his own sorrows supe bears the slightest allusion to liberty or to Still hangs this heaviness tyranny? Be this as it may, we will ob- Let me indulge it.-Thou, serve, that Mr Shee is much indebted to May'st bless me with that the joint endeavours of the Lord Chamber- And thus, death's image yi Ere death himself shall clo lain and Mr Colman for thus forcing into notice a tragedy, which, had it depended on its intrinsic merits, would scarcely have been known to the reading public. Alas. O! what a sweet Has that harsh sound disp I've heard, that culprits ca And my Amantha happy! As sound as healthful Ind As Innocence, unruffled by 'Tis nature's kindness to Her cordial, to sustain the A death of shame!--To n About to undergo this wor Beyond the natural shock Con. W * די A moment more had saved To the prison--found here The scene of this tragedy is laid in Poland, where Alasco, a young Polish nobleman, has already formed a plan to free his country from the yoke of servitude. At the house of Colonel Walsingham, an Englishman, whose daughter he has secretly married, Alasco is taxed with treason by Baron Hohendahl, an aristocrat, who, besides his loyalty, has other inducements to get rid of Aman. Perished for his ! Alasco, of whose wife he is enamoured. Wal- I've murdered him!-'tis I Rushed back resistless from And Hark! that shout!- The best! Kind chance! [Snatching up the dagger. And follow thee! [A shout is heard, and rush of footsteps Enter WALSINGHAM, ALASCO, JEROME, OFFICERS and GUARDS. Wal. Where is my child?-rejoice for thy Alasco! Pardon for him, and amnesty to all ! [Amantha starts from Conrad's arms, drops on her knee, clasps her hands, and exclaims-Aman. Thanks!--thanks!-kind heaven! thou'st left me life to hear it! Alas. Oh! my loved Amantha !--ha! pale-quite And blood upon thy breast-Oh! deed of horror. child! Alas. Speak, Conrad !—speak-although you blast me. Aman. Alas! I've been too hasty--take me, loved Alasco! That you can prison life in this frail mansion! There is a point at which the heart will break,— The occasion which has called us together is certainly one, to which no parallel exists in the history of the world. Other countries, and our own also, have their national festivals. They commemorate the birthdays of their illustrious children; they celebrate the foundation of important institutions: momentous events, victories, reformations, revolutions awaken, on their anniversa A pardoned slave! 'in shackles, with my country.'ries, the grateful and patriotic feelings of posteri- Life's load were insupportable to sense. [Stabs himself, and falls on the body of An Oration delivered at Plymouth, Decem- ty. But we commemorate the birthday of all New England; the foundation, not of one institution, but of all the institutions, the settlements, the establishments, the communities, the societies, the improvements, comprehended within our broad and happy borders. It seems to us that the contrast here inbeen made by the addition of some qualifitended is not so striking as it might have cation to the former part of it, as particular "important institutions," partial “reTHIS is the second of a series of orations formations," and the like. We are aware, proposed to be delivered at Plymouth. They that by these suggestions, we may suffer commenced with the beginning of the second an imputation similar to that incurred by century from the landing of our pilgrim fore-" the sign painter employing his odious fathers on the rocks of New England, and brush to improve a capital painting of or oftener, as long, we hope, as there shall will be sensible that something of this sort will be continued, one in every fourth year, Apelles," but we think that our readers be a voice to repeat or an ear to hear the is needed, which the orator might easily praises of the piety, the fortitude, the cour- have supplied, though we are unable to do it. In the course of the first half of the oration several slight deficiencies of this kind might be pointed out, the supply of which would have rendered it more agreeable to the reader, although they were rarely perceived by the hearer, being in fact concealed by the emphasis and inflexion of the voice of the speaker. One last embrace-my husband!-how I have loved age, the patience, and the unconquerable Aman. Now lay me gently down:-to see thee To slaughter, was too much foor poor Amantha. Aman. [Dies. We may also perhaps be permitted to object to the disclaiming of personal motives at the commencement of the performance. attachment to civil liberty, which distin- ous. It is difficult to conceive of Thy hand--thy hand, my father! [She joins his hand to Alasco's. Thine too, my husband-for my sake, live friends! Forget these horrid broils-that make sad hearts! And, oh! Alasco! let thy love sustain The good old man-thro' this hard trial-Oh! I sink-I sink-how all things fade !-what light! Ha-my mother!-thou art come for thy poor child. Quick, quick, Alasco!—she waits-we must away-guage of our subject, and that even an imOh! oh! my husband!— agination of censure will seem presumptuWal. My child-my child! But however arduous the duty, we should not remind us that they may possiOh! wretched father! desolate old man! shall not decline it. We shall shelter bly be suspected of thinking of themselves, Yield-yield thee, Walsingham! ourselves from the charge of presumption, just as we had rather not be informed by Thy honour's all that's left thee! by the consideration that no human per- an author in his preface that authors may formance is perfect, and that a critic may have other objects in publishing than genperceive a blemish, amid beauties which eral benevolence. We prefer forgetting, are beyond his power; and we shall do the at least for the time, that the elegant mormost ample justice to its excellencies, by alist, the accomplished scholar, the divine allowing them to speak for themselves; by poet, or the eloquent orator, are the subextracting what we are unable to de-jects of human imperfections. scribe. [Falls into the arms of the attendants. [Walsingham is borne off Alas. (who had remained gazing on the body of Aman.) And art thou dead, Amantha! deadquite dead! Oh gentle spirit!-sweet victim of thy love! [Attempts to stab himself; Jerome and Conrad pre- But we turn gladly from the irksome task of marking defects, to the delightful duty of presenting beauties, and in the front of these stands the following tribute to our mother country. Our readers will excuse the length of the extract; we trust that none of them will think that either its sentiments or language can be read too often. One objection to the first part of the oration before ns is, that it seems not to have been always composed with sufficient care, and that the sentiments are not always expressed with perfect distinctness. The reader perceives the meaning, it is true, without much difficulty, still he is sensible that something is occasionally wanting in the construction of the senten- Who does not feel, what reflecting American ces; that something might be supplied, does not acknowledge, the incalculable advantawhich would make them at once more per-ges derived to this land, out of the deep fountains spicuous and forcible. An instance will of civil, intellectual, and moral truth, from which we have drawn in England?-What American show our meaning in this particular. On does not feel proud that he is descended from the the seventh page we find the following par- countrymen of Bacon, of Newton, and of Locke?agraph. Who does know, that while every pulse of civil 1 312 feel that England has no longer to stand tract. We had intended to make several and set up a pompous hiem derness. No craving go couraged, patronised, or own cares, their own labe their own blood, contriv all, sealed all. They cou pretend to reap where th with pains and watchfuln rated, it did not fall whe as our fathers reared the raised to destroy. when the arm, which ha always been withholden, be sent over to aur cheerl turous vessel, the Mayf freighted with the prospe Methinks I see it now, months pass, and winter bound across the unknow tedious voyage. Suns ri ing, with a thousand misg deep, but brings them ne for shore. liberty in the heart of the British empire beat warm and full in the bosom of our fathers; the sobriety, the firmness, and the dignity with which the cause of free principles struggled into existence ocean is the friend of her best principles; of snow. No, they coul here, constantly found encouragement and counte- and that, supported by America, she may nance from the sons of liberty there?-Who does smile to see the despois of the continent, not remember that when the pilgrims went over swelling on their iron thrones, stretch the sea, the prayers of the faithful British confessing their longing eyes over the eternal limors, in all the quarters of their dispersion, went it of their arrogance, and muttering their over with them, while their aching eyes were strained, till the star of hope should go up in the powerless exorcisms within a circle, around western skies?—And who will ever forget that in which hover the spirits which shall one that eventful struggle, which severed this mighty day tear them to pieces. empire from the British crown, there was not heard, throughout our continent in arms, a voice which spoke louder for the rights of America, than that of Burke or of Chatham, within the walls of the British parliament, and at the foot of the British throneNo, for myself, I can truly say, that after my native land, I feel a tenderness and a reverence for that of my fathers. The pride I take in my own country makes me respect that from which we are sprung. In touching the soil of England, I seem to return like a descendant to the old family seat;--to come back to the abode of an aged, the tomb of a departed parent. great consanguinity of nations. The sound of my I acknowledge this native language beyond the sea, is a music to my ear, beyond the richest strains of Tuscan softness, or Castillian majesty.-I am not yet in a land of strangers, while surrounded by the manners, the habits, the forms, in which I have been brought up. I wander delighted through a thousand scenes, which the historians, the poets have made familiar to us, of which the names are interwoven with our earliest associations. I tread with reverence the spots, where I can retrace the footsteps of our suffering fathers; the pleasant land of their birth has a claim on my heart. It seems to me a classic, yea, a holy land, rich in the memories of the great and good; the martyrs of liberty, the exiled heralds of truth; and richer as the parent of this land of promise in the west. I see them n tated the terms of that settlement, no doubt our Could a common calculation of policy have dicfoundations would have been laid beneath the royal smile. Convoys and navies would have been solicited to waft our fathers to the coast; armies, to provisions, crowded alm patronage of princes and lords, to espouse their cuitous route;-and now defend the infant communities; and the flattering illstored prison, delayed interests in the councils of the mother country. raging tempest, on the hig Happy, that our fathers enjoyed no such patronge; awful voice of the storm happy, that they fell into no such protecting hands; The labouring masts se happy, that our foundations were silently and deep base ;-the dismal sound ly cast in quiet insignificance, beneath a charter of the ship leaps, as it were, banishment, persecution, and contempt; so that low-the ocean breaks, when the royal arm was at length outstretched ing floods over the floati against us, instead of a submissive child, tied down deadening, shivering wei by former graces, it found a youthful giant in the vessel.-I see them, es land, born amidst hardships, and nourished on the pursuing their all but d rocks, indebted for no favours, and owing no duty-landed at last, after a fiv From the dark portals of the star chamber, and in ice clad rocks of Plyn the stern text of the acts of uniformity, the pil- from the voyage,-poorl grims received a commission, more efficient, than ioned, depending on the any that ever bore the royal seal. Their banish- ter for a draught of beer I am not,--I need not say I am not, the pane- their little company in the strange land was fortu. ment to Holland was fortunate; the decline of ing but water on shore, gyrist of England. I am not dazzled by her riches, nate; the difficulties which they experienced in the volume of history, an nor awed by her power. The sceptre, the mitre, getting the royal consent to banish themselves to ple of human probability means, surrounded by and the coronet, stars, garters, and blue ribbons this wilderness were fortunate; all the tears and this handful of adventure seem to me poor things for great men to contend heart breakings of that ever memorable parting at itary science, in how ma for. Nor is my admiration awakened by her ar- Delfthaven, had the happiest influence on the rismies, mustered for the battles of Europe; her na- ing destinies of New England. All this purified within the early limits of vies, overshadowing the ocean; nor her empire the ranks of the settlers. These rough touches of politician, how long did swept off by the thirty s grasping the farthest east. price of guilt and blood by which they are main- spirits. They made it a grave, solemn, self-deny smiled, languish on the It is these, and the fortune brushed off the light, uncertain, selfish tained, which are the cause why no friend of liber- ing expedition, and required of those who engaged history, compare for me on which your conventi ty can salute her with undivided affections. it is the refuge of free principles, though often per- thought and seriousness over the cause, and if this other times, and find the But in it, to be so too. They cast a broad shadow of deserted settlements, the secuted; the school of religious liberty, the more sometimes deepened into melancholy and bitter- the winter's storm, bez precious for the struggles to which it has been call-ness, can we find no apology for such a human heads of women and chi ed; the tombs of those who have reflected honor weakness? on all who speak the English tongue; it is the birthplace of our fathers, the home of the pilgrims; the little band of pilgrims encountered. Sad to hope, a ruined enterprise It is sad indeed to reflect on the disasters, which tomahawk;—was it the it is these which I love and venerate in Englaud. see a portion of them, the prey of unrelenting cu-ing in its last moments, a and spare meals;-was I should feel ashamed of an enthusiasm for Italy pidity, treacherously embarked in an unsound, un-loved and left beyond th and Greece, did I not also feel it for a land like seaworthy ship, which they are soon obliged to of these united, that hurr this. In an American it would seem to me degene- abandon, and crowd themselves into one vessel; one to their melancholy fate rate and ungrateful, to hang with passion upon the hundred persons, besides the ship's company, in a neither of these causes, t traces of Homer and Virgil, and follow without vessel of one hundred and sixty tons. emotion the nearer and plainer footsteps of Shaks- touched at the story of the long, cold, and weary from a beginning so feebl peare and Milton; and I should think him cold in autumnal passage; of the landing on the inhospi- much of admiration as One is able to blast this bud of I his love for his native land, who felt no melting in table rocks at this dismal season; where they are forth a progress so stead his heart for that other native land, which holds the deserted before long by the ship, which had brought an expansion so ample. them, and which seemed their only hold upon the promise, yet to be fulfille want, and fearfully ignorant of the numbers, the world of fellow men, a prey to the elements and to ashes of his forefathers. Of the effect of el We rejoice that sentiments similar to these are becoming every day more gener-power, and the temper of the savage tribes, that on the sons of the al in these states; that we are beginning to filled the unexplored continent, upon whose verge the spot where their regard England, as the only spot in the old they had ventured. But all this wrought together the audience of that world in which liberty is yet known, and the ocean, the winter, the wilderness, and the savfor good. These trials of wandering and exile of Englishmen the only people, with whom age foe were the final assurance of success. It said before in other p Americans can have any intimate commun- was these that put far away from our father's cause, never happened to he have been told that t ion. While on the other hand the subjects of all patrician softness, all hereditary claims to pre- full effect;-and it wa the British empire are looking to this nation eminence. No effeminate nobility crowded into rather than regret as their fellows, in a regard for those rights, Carr nor Villiers would lead on the dark and austere ranks of the pilgrims. No which their statesmen have defended and should li The Mysteries of Trade, or the Great Source we refer to the preparation of certain In one point we disagree with the compilers of works of this sort; we mean in regard to the economy of their processes. There is one valuable article, which they rarely take into account, and that is, time; we find calculations of the value of ingredients, &c. proving mathematically, that, by following the directions of the author, we shall obtain various necessaries or luxuries of life at a much cheaper rate than they can be purchased; but the time employed in processes of this sort, even when conducted with that expedition which is the result of experience only, is much; and when they are attempted in the tedious and bungling manner of those who work by book, it is a very large, and, we may add, costly ingre dient. We expected to find, among the economical receipts, one or more relating to the preservation of an important perishable article of household economy; we refer to eggs, the price of which is so variable, being at one season, nearly or quite double what it is at another, that an unfailing method of preserving large quantities, for a length of time, is a matter deserving serious attention. By the following recipe, they may be preserved in the greatest per fection for two years. Take of quicklime, one peck; cream of tartar, two ounces; The following account of a practice, said our readers. MISCELLANY. PARTY SPIRIT. THE number of those, who habitually look at the bright side of objects, is small. Of trouble, we may truly say, "A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump." It is true, that they, who look only at the bright side, will be disappointed in their calcula tions, that their hopes will be blighted, and their plans frustrated; but, though others, who look at both sides, may experience the same evils, yet they will neither suffer so often, nor so intensely. That men will not overlook altogether and entirely the bleak and barren spots around them, is not the subject of complaint,-but that the number of those who regard equally their advantages and disadvantages, is so very small. If the mass of mankind paid more attention to the good effects of causes and the good qualities of objects,-if they devoted more time to tracing the remote blessing and investigating the latent good,-and declaimed less about immediate and apparent evils, they would make fewer complaints of men and things, they would form juster estimates and more correct views of human life, and might be more happy. It is owing to this perverse attention to the present, this unphilosophical disregard of the future, this ready disposition to dwell upon the evil and overlook the good, that party spirt is the subject of such general detestation. The ill effects of party spirit being more obvious and more immediately felt than the good,-men forget that the evils to which it gives rise, are temporary, and seldom affect any but the violent men of party, whilst its blessings are eventually felt by the mass whom it actuates, and descend to their posterity. and almost identified with that principle of Party spirit seems to be closely allied the human mind, which urges every man to promulgate and propagate his own opinions, and defend his own doctrines and assertions. In conversation, this principle produces various effects:-it urges some to be perpetually leading debate or provoking controversy upon favourite topics:-upon others, its effects are less powerful; these never start any subject, but only contrib Not to dwell longer on the question of the general utility or entertainment of It is well known, that, in order to be able to supply books of this kind, on which opinions must the public with fresh bread for breakfast, bakers are necessarily differ; we shall consider the in the habit of working all night. About eleven manner in which the design, whether ad- o'clock at night, they make the sponge or dough. vantageous, or not, has been executed in which, of course, must have some time for fermenthe work before us. As far as a limited tation; whilst this is taking place, the baker, who has perhaps slept little during the day, indulges acquaintance with the subject, and a some-himself now; and as he is fearful of not awaking what hasty perusal, will enable us to judge in time to work the sponge into loaves, and of (for these books are not the most interesting baking it in the oven; he hits upon the following to one who merely reads them through), we ingenious but pernicious expedient. He knows should consider the execution good in the that the dough in the trough is every minute bemain. The details appear to us to be suffi- coming more spongy, from the incessant action of ute occasionally some few remarks; they the ferment. This enlargement of bulk will, of course, raise or resist any weight placed upon the dough; consequently the lid of the trough, and any weight laid upon it, will be elevated, when the fermentation has arrived at that point, at which it may be divided into loaves. The baker, therefore, consufficient check on somnolency, lays himself down it quite as well, and much more econom- to sleep on the lid of the trough; the consequence ical to abstain from wine, than to manu-is, that he is certainly aroused from his unhealthy facture it from parsnips, birch sap, or gilli- slumbers at the required period. flowers. ciently minute, and the principles and explanations correct. We were not perfectly satisfied with the selection; the factitious wines, for instance, occupy rather too large a portion of the work. They are make good seconds, but fall altogether as principals:-upon others, it produces still different effects; these will endure neither opposition nor contradiction, they will condescend neither to argue nor persuade. but ordinary trash at best, and we think sidering a similar elevation of his own body as a The varieties of character produced by par The compiler of this work objects to this There are other receipts, which are not kind of incubation, on the ground of its perlikely to be attempted by any but the manu-nicious effects to the sleeper; it is probable facturer, who acquires his knowledge of these that other objections will occur to the more processes by an apprenticeship or by oral fastidious of the buyers and consumers of and practical instruction, and as these are the article, which is thus not accompanied by any explanation of the rationale of the operations, there seems the less necessity for their introduction here; contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a quartern loaf by day. ty spirit are similar to these, with which we meet in conversation-and derive their origin from the same cause. Both in domes. tic circles and public assemblies, we meet with professed disputants, humble partizans, and confirmed bigots. That parties should exist can not surprise reflecting men. The difference in the habits, organs of sensation, and intellectual capacities of individuals, necessarily causes diversity of opinion; and this diversity is greater or less in proportion to the quantity |