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And striped its pure celestial white
The symbol of her chosen land. 2. Majestic monarch of the cloud,
Who rear’st aloft thy regal form,
And see the lightning glances driven,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven,
To guard the banner of the free,
The harbingers of victory.
The sign of hope and triumph high.
And cowering foes shall fall beneath
That lovely messenger of death. 4 Flag of the seas! on ocean's wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
Each dying wanderer of the sea
In triumph o'er his closing eye.
By angel-hands to valor given,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Where breathes the foe, but falls before us,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us !
BY C. C. NAYLOR. 1. The gentleman, sir, has misconceived the spirit and tendency of Northern institutions. He is ignorant of Northern character. He has forgotten the history of his country. Preach insurrection to Northern laborers! Who are Northern laborers ? The history of your country is their history. The renown of your country is their renown. The brightness of their doings is emblazoned on its every page. Blot from your annals the deeds and the doings of Northern laborers, and the history of your country presents but a universal blank.
2. Sir, who was be that disarmed the thunderer, wrested from his grasp the bolts of Jove, calmed the troubled ocean, became the central sun of the philosophical system of his age, shedding his brightness and effulgence on the whole civilized world, whom the great and mighty of the earth delighted to honor, who participated in the achievement of your independence, prominently assisted in molding your free institutions, and the beneficial effects of whose wisdom wir be felt to the last moment of “recorded time"? Who, sir, I ask was he? A Northern laborer, —a Yankee tallow-chandler's son,-a printer's runaway boy!
3. And who, let me ask the honorable gentleman, who was he that, in the days of our Revolution, led forth a Northern army, yes, an army of Northern laborers, and aided the chivalry of South Carolina in their defense against British aggression, drove the spoilers from their firesides, and redeemed her fair fields from
foreign invaders ? Who was he? A Northern laborer, a Rhode Island blacksmith,—the gallant General Greene,—who left his hammer and his forge, and went forth conquering and to conquer in the battle for our independence. And will you preach insurrection to men like these ?
4. Sir, our country is full of the achievements of Northern laborers. Where are Concord, and Lexington, and Princeton, and Trenton, and Saratoga, and Bunker Hill, but in the North ? And what, sir, has shed an imperishable renown on the neverdying names of those hallowed spots, but the blood and the struggles, the high daring and patriotism and sublime courage, of Northern laborers ? The whole North is an everlasting monument of the freedom, virtue, intelligence, and indomitable independence of Northern laborers. Go, sir, go preach insurrection to men like these.
5. The fortitude of the men of the North, under intense suffering for liberty's sake, has been almost godlike. History has so recorded it. Who comprised that gallant army, that, without food, without pay, shelterless, shoeless, penniless, and almost naked, in that dreadful winter,-the midnight of our Revolution, —whose wanderings could be traced by their blood-tracks in the snow, whom no arts could seduce, no appeal lead astray, no sufferings disaffect, but who, true to their country and its holy cause, continued to fight the good fight of liberty until it finally triumphed? Who, sir, were these men? Why, Northern laborers, yes, sir, Northern laborers
6. Who, sir, were Roger Sherman and— But it is idle to enumerate. To name the Northern laborers who have distinguished themselves and illustrated the history of their country, would require days of the time of this House. Nor is it necessary. Posterity will do them justice. Their deeds have been recorded in characters of fire.
PARTING OF MARMION AND DOUGLAS.
BY WALTER SCOTT.
To Surrey's camp to ride ;
And Douglas gave a guide;
The train from out the castle drew;
But Marmion stopp'd to bid adieu. 2. “Though something I might 'plain,” he said,
“Of cold respect to stranger guest,
Sent hither by your king's behest,
The hand of such as Marmion clasp.”
And “This to me!” he said,
To cleave the Douglas' head!
Even in thy pitch of pride,
I tell thee, thou’rt defied !
Lord Angus, thou hast lied !"
O’ercame the ashen hue of age;
The Douglas in his hall?
Up drawbridge, grooms! what, warder, ho!
Let the portcullis fall !”
And dash'd the rowels in his steed,
And shook his gauntlet at the towers.
But soon he rein'd his fury's pace :
8PEECH OF SERGEANT BUZFUZ IN THE CASE OF “BARDELL
BY CHARLES DICKENS. . 1. You have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen of the jury, that this is an action for a breach of promise of marriage, in which the damages are laid at fifteen hundred pounds. The plaintiff, gentlemen, the plaintiff is a widow,-yes, gentlemen, a widow. The late Mr. Bardell, after enjoying for many years the esteem and confidence of his sovereign, as one of the