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hemisphere. Their armies may range, undisturbed by us, over the plains of Europe, Asia, and Africa, dethroning monarchs, partitioning kingdoms, and subverting republics, as interest or caprice may dictate. But political justice demands that in one quarter of the globe self-government, freedom, the arts of peace, shall be permitted to work out, unmolested, the great purposes of human civilization.

LXII-A STRIKING PICTURE.

EDWARD EVERETT.

AT length the revolution, with all this grand civil and military preparation, came on; and O that I could paint out in worthy colors the magnificent picture! The incidents, the characters, are worthy of the drama. What names, what men! Chatham, Burke, Fox, Franklin, the Adamses, Washington, Jefferson, and all the chivalry, and all the diplomacy of Europe and America. The voice of generous disaffection sounds beneath the arches of St. Stephen's; and the hall of Congress rings with an eloquence like that which "Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne."

Then contemplate the romantic groups that crowd the military scene; all the races of men, and all the degrees of civilization, brought upon the stage at once-the English veteran; the plaided Highlander; the hireling peasantry of Hesse Cassel and Anspach; the gallant chevaliers of Poland; the well-appointed legions of France, led by her polished noblesse; the hardy American yeoman, his leather apron not always thrown aside; the mounted rifleman; the painted savage. At one moment, we hear the mighty armadas of Europe thundering in the Antilles. Anon we behold the blue-eyed Brunswickers, whose banners told, in their tattered sheets, of the victory of Minden, threading the wilderness between St. Lawrence and Albany, under an accomplished British gentleman, and capitulating to the American forces, commanded by a naturalized Virginian, who had been present at the capture of Martinico, and was shot through the body at Braddock's defeat. While the grand

drama is closed at Yorktown, with the storm of the British lines, by the emulous columns of the French and American army, the Americans, led by the heroic La Fayette, a scion of the oldest French nobility; a young New York lawyer, the gallant and lamented Hamilton, commanding the advanced guard.

LXIII-POWER OF WEALTH PRODUCED BY LABOR.

TRISTAM BURGESS.

SIR, in this age of the world, the wealth of nations depends on their labor. There was a time, nay, for many ages, plunder was the great resource of nations. The first kingdom established on earth was sustained by the conquest and pillage of many nations; and "great Babylon, the glory of the Chaldean empire," was built and adorned by the spoil of all Asia. The exorbitant wealth of one nation, thus obtained, gave an example to the world, and awakened the ambition, and sharpened the avarice of others; until the Assyrian was conquered and plundered by the Persian, the Persian by the Macedonian, and he, at last, devoured by the Roman power. The wolf which nursed their founder seems to have given a hunger for prey, insatiable, to the whole nation. Perhaps there was not a house, nor a temple, between the Atlantic and the Euphrates, which was not plundered by some one of that nation of marauders. Sir, the tide of ages, century after century, had rolled over the last fragment of Roman power; the light of science dawned on the world, and a knowledge of letters was disseminated by the press, before men seemed to believe that our Creator had, in fact, announced to the first of our race, that "by the sweat of his face man should eat his bread all the days of his life." No one cause has done so much in changing that character from war and plunder, as that pure, meek, and quiet philosophy, which has taught all men to " do unto others as they would that others should do unto them." Rebuked by this divine precept, men have sheathed the sword, and put their hand to the plough; they have mined the earth, and not for the instruments of war, but for the machines of labor. if, now, war break out, it is not for plunder; cities are not given

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up to pillage; captives are not sold for slaves; territories do not change owners; men return again with eagerness to the habits of peace, and do not look to the labors of the camp, but to those of the plough, the loom, and the sail, for emolument and wealth.

Wealth is power; and the defence of every nation depends on its wealth. The wealth of a nation is its labor, its skill, its machinery, its abundant control of all the great agents of nature employed in production. What but a mighty phalanx of labor, an almost boundless power of consumption and reproduction, has defended, and now sustains England in all the athletic vigor of the most glorious days of that extraor dinary nation? With a valor truly Spartan she builds no wall against the wars of the world. The little island, accessible at a thousand points, and often within gun-shot of the embattled fleets of her enemies, has not, for more than seven hundred years, been stepped upon by a hostile foot. What has enabled her to do this? Her untiring labor; her unrivalled skill; her unequalled machinery; her exhaustless capital, and unbounded control over all the agents of production. This manufacturing nation, in the last war of Europe, exhibited a spectacle never before seen by the world. She stood alone against the embattled continent; and, at last, with her own spindle and distaff, demolished a despotism, an iron pyramid of power, built on a base of all Europe.

LXIV.-MODERN IDOL WORSHIP.

PELEG SPRAGUE.

THE people love their Constitution, their liberties, and themselves. But they are not infallible. I should be false to all history, false to human nature, false to holy writ, if I could so flatter the people as to tell them that they were exempt from that great, besetting sin, a proneness to idolatry. It is of the nature of man to worship the work of his own hands, to bow down to idols which he has set up. Feeble, fallible mortals like themselves are canonized and deified. And oftentimes a military chieftain, having wrought real or fancied deliverance by successful battles-fervent gratitude, unbounded admiration, the best feelings of our nature, rush

toward him; the excited imagination invests him with a glorious halo, circling around him with all the splendid perfections and dazzling attributes of heroes and patriots; and then the strongest facts, the clearest evidence, and the most cogent reasoning, which expose his errors or ambition, excite only indignation and resentment toward their authors, as impious and sacrilegious revilers of the idol of their hearts.

Such are the delusions which have placed the iron sceptre in the hands of the Cæsars and Bonapartes of past ages, and overwhelmed or jeopardized all the free governments of the earth. So strong is this proclivity of our species, that if there were to be a government sent directly from Heaven, we may reverently fear that it would endanger its continuation. If there were one to be, did I say? There has been : the theocracy of the Jews, whose history presents the most melancholy examples of this deadly sin. And is there not in this, our American Israel, which has been delivered from the house of bondage, guided through the wilderness, and is now in the land of promise—an idol chief to whom our incense and our homage is demanded? Thank Heaven, there is a remnant still unsubdued and undismayed; there are those, even here, who have not bowed, and will not bow the knee to Baal.

Sir, this delusion will vanish; the morning will dawn upon us; the peeple, the honest, the pure-minded people, will awake-awake as from a dream-and look back upon these scenes as upon the troubled visions of the night. The delusion will be dissipated.

LXV.--JUSTICE TO FRONTIER-MEN.

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BAILIE PEYTON.

THE gentleman has classed these men with "plunderers and savage murderers.” These men were no "plunderers." No, sir; they were soldiers, true and pure; and a soldier never stains his hands with " 'plunder.' The brave are always tender and humane. They "plunderers!" What temptation was there in the frowning forest of the West to invite to "plunder ?" None, sir! none. The wild beast and the naked savage, armed with all his instruments of

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death-the gun, the knife, the axe, and fagot-were the allurements held out. It was not every one whose taste would have led him to partake in such "plunder." The harvest, sir, was often smoking cabins, murdered wives and children, scalped and mangled sires. They "murderers!" They left their firesides and patrimonial farms in Carolina and Virginia, to protect our mothers from murder, from savage torture; and, sir, the social and domestic virtues found an asylum in the forest. The strongest rampart was thrown around them-the chivalry of these men. And this reflection soothed and quieted the pang which wrung their bosoms when they stood upon the last hill which overlooked their homes, where youthful feeling clung and hovered.

What! cast an imputation upon the names of Boon, Robinson, and Spencer, and their brave compeers! Class these men with the savage, in want of honor and humanity! They were patriots, benefactors of the West, who deserved to live in marble, and not to be remembered with reproach and

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Sir, if I were to ask you to point me to the most cruel, bloody, and vindictive of all the mother country's acts, which marked her war upon the colonies, what would be the answer? That she excited the savages, unkennelled the blood-hounds of the forest, who knew no mercy, who spared neither age nor sex, to war upon the American people. "In the issue which was made up before high heaven,' England should rule, or America be free," were not the savages used as instruments and allies of Great Britain, to subjugate the colonies? Was it not a part of our revolutionary struggle, to resist those savages? Where did this vindictive and unrelenting policy fall most heavily? Upon the West; and, sir, the West met it, as she has since met perils from the same quarter, and as I trust she will ever meet them, come from where they may. It was patriotic in Washington to resist the civilized armies of Great Britain, but not so in Boon to resist her gentle and persuasive instruments of savage warfare in the West! What kept back the depredations of these allies from the interior? The best of ramparts for a nation's safety-the chivalry of her frontier citizens. And, sir, shall such a race of men, who achieved so much, be branded with epithets ?—have their scalps put, in their country's estimation, against an Indian's scalptheir humanity against the humanity of an Indian-their

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