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to France'! and for what'? A change of masters'? No'; but for ambition'!
Oh', my country'! had it been personal ambition that influenced me had it been the soul of my actions', could I not', by my education and fortune', by the rank and consideration of my family', have placed myself amongst the proudest of your oppressors'? My country was my idol'. To it I sacri. ficed every selfish', every endearing sentiment'; and for it I now offer up my life'. No', my lord', I acted as an Irishman', determined on delivering my country from the yoke of a foreign and unrelenting tyranny', and from the more galling yoke of a dorestick faction', its joint partner and perpetrator in parricide', whose rewards are the ignominy of existing with an exteriour of splendour', and a consciousness of depravity'.
It was the wish of my heart to extricate my country from this doubly riveted despotism'. I wished to place her indes pendence beyond the reach of any power on earth'. I wished to exalt her to that proud station in the world which Providence had destined her to fill':
I have been charged with sò great importance', in the efforts to emancipate my country', as to be considered the key-stone of the combination of Irishmen', or', as your lordship expressed it', “ the life and blood of the conspiracy'." You do me honour overmuch'--you have given to the subaltern all the credit of a superiour'. There are men engaged in this conspiracy who are not only superiour to me', but even to your own conceptions of yourself', my lord'— men before the splendour of whose genius and virtues I should bow with respectful deference', and who would think themselves dishonoured to be called your friends' who would not disgrace themselves by shaking your blood-stained hand-[Here he was interrupted'.]
What', my lord', shall you tell me', on the passage to that scaffold which that tyranny', of which you are only the intermediary executioner', has erected for my murder', that I am accountable for all the blood that has been', and will be', shed in this struggle of the oppressedagainst the oppressor — shall you tell me this', and must I be so very a slave as not to repel it'? -I, who fear not to approach the omnipotent Judge', to answer for the conduct of my whole life'--am I to be appalled and fálsified by a mere remnant of mortality here'?—by you', too', who', if it were possible to collect all the innocent blood that you have shed', in your unhallowed ministry', in one great reservoir', your lordship might swim in it?—[Here the judge interfered'.
Let no man dare', when I am dead', to charge me with dis. honour': let no man attaint my memory', by believing that I could engage
in any cause but that of my country's liberty and independence'; or that I could become the pliant minion of power in the oppression or the miseries of my countrymen'. The proclamation of the provisional government speaks my views'; from which no inference can be tortured to countenance barbarity or debasement at home', or subjection', or humilia. tion', or treachery', from abroad. I would not have submitted to a foreign invader', for the same reason that I would resist the domestick oppressor'. In the dignity of freedom', I would have fought upon the threshold of my country', and its enemy should enter only by passing over my lifeless corpse'. And am I', who lived but for my country', who have subjected myself to the dangers of the jealous and watchful oppressor', and now to the bondage of the grave', only to give my countrymen their rights', and my country her independence', to be loaded with calumny', and not suffered to resent and REPEL it'? No'; God forbid'!
If the spirits of the illustrious dead', participate in the concerns and cares of those who were dear to them in this transitory life'-oh'! ever dear and venerated shade of my departed father', look down with scrutiny upon the conduct of your suffering son', and see if I have', even for a moment', deviated from those principles of morality and patriotism which it was your care to instil into my youthful mind', and for which I am now to offer up my life'.
My lords', you seem impatient for the sacrifice'. The blood for which you thirst', is not concealed by the artificial terrours which surround your victim': it circulates warmly and unruffled through the channels which God created for noble purposes', but which you are bent to destroy for purposes so grievous', that they cry to Heaven':
Be yet patient'. I have but a few words more to say'. I am going to my cold and silent grave': my lamp of life is nearly extinguished': my race is run': the grave opens to receive me'; and I sink into its bosom'. I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world': it is the charity of its silence'. Let no man write my epitaph'; for', as no man who knows my motives', dares now vindicate them', let not prejudice nor igno. rance asperse them'. Let them and me repose in obscurity',
•MO'mėnt-not, mo'munt. bPá'tré-åt-izm. Sak're-fize. Si'lense.
and my tomb remain uninscribed', until other times and other men can do justice to my character'. When
my country takes her place among the nations of the earth', then', and not till then', let my epitaph be written'.I HAVE DONE'.
Brutus' Harangue on the Death of Cesar.-SHAKSPEARE.
ROMANS', countrymen', and lovers'! hear me for my cause'; and be silent', that you may hear'. Believe me for my honour'; and have respect to my honour', that you may believe'. Censure me in your wisdom'; and awake your senses', that
you may the better judge'.-If there is any in this assembly', any dear friend of Cesar's', to him I say', that Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than his'. If", then', that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cesar', this is my answer': Not that I loved Cesar less', but that I loved Rome more'. Had you rather Cesar were living', and die all SLÂVES', than that Cesar were dead', to live all freemen'?—As Cesar loved me', I
for him'; as he was fortunate', I rejoice at it'; as he was valiant', I honour him'; but', as he was AMBITIOUS', I SLEw him'. There are tears for his love', joy for his fortune', honour for his valour', and DEATĦ for his AMBITION -Who is here so base', that he would be a bondman'? If any', speak'; for him I have offended'. Who is here so rude', that he would not be a Roman'? If any', speak'; for him I have offended'.- Who is here so vile', that he will not love his country'? If any', speak'; for him I have offended'.--I pause for a reply'
None'! Then none have I offended'. I have done no more to Cesar', than you shall 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', mourned by Mark Antony'; who', though he had no hand in his death', shall receive the benefit of his dying', a place in the commonwealth'; as which of you shall not'?-_With this', I depart'—and', 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 Cesar's Dead Body.-SHAKSPEARE.
FRIENDS', Romans', countryment! Lend me your ears.
He was my friend', faithful and just to me':
But yesterday the word', Cesar', might
But here's a parchment', with the seal of Cesar'.
If you have tears', prepare to shed them now!
Here is himself -marred', as you see', by traitors'.
Good friends'! Sweet friends'! Let me not stir you up