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sense of indignation at aggression, and deem that no act of injustice should be perpetrated from one end of the universe to the other, but that the sword of Great Britain ought to leap from its scabbard to avenge it. But, as it is the province of law to control the excess even of laudable feelings in individuals, so it is the duty of government to restrain within due bounds the ebullition of those national impulses which it cannot blame.

Still while we thus control our feelings by our duty, let it not be said that we cultivate peace because we fear, or because we are unprepared for war; on the contrary, if eight months ago, the Government proclaimed this country to be prepared for war, every month of peace that has since passed, has būt made us so much the more capable of exertion. The resources created by peace, are the means of war. In cherishing those resources we accumulate our

Our present repose is no more a proof of inability, than the state of inactivity in which I see those mighty ships float in these waters, is a proof that they are devoid of strength, and incapable of being fitted out for action. You well know how soon one of those stupendous masses, now reposing on their shadows in perfect stillness,—how soon, upon any call of patriotism, it would assume the likeness of an animated thing, instinct with life and motion-how soon it would ruffle up its swelling plumage-how quickly it would put forth all its beauty and its bravery, collect its scattered elements of strength, and awaken its dormant thunder. Such is one of those magnificent machines springing from inaction into a display of its might-such is England herself-while, apparently passive, she silently concentrates the power to be put forth on an adequate occasion. But God forbid that that occasion should arise! After a war of a quarter of a century, sometimes single-handed, England now needs a period of tranquility. Long may we be enabled to improve the blessing of our present situation, to cultivate the arts of peace, to give to commerce greater extension and new spheres of employment, and to confirm the prosperity now diffused throughout this island !

CANNING.

HUNGARY AND GREAT BRITAIN. Three years ago yonder house of Austria--which had chiefly me to thank for not having been swept away by the revolution of Vienna, in March, 1848-having, in return, answered by the most foul, most sacreligious conspiracy against the chartered rights, freedom, and national existence of my native land-it became my share, with undisguised truth to lay before the Parliament of Hungary the immense danger of our bleeding fatherland. Having made the sketch-which, however dreadful, could be but a feeble shadow of the horrible reality-I proceeded to explain the terrible alternative which our fearful destiny left us after the failure of all our attempts to avert the evil-to present the neck of the nation to the deadly stroke aimed at its very life, or to bear up against the horrors of fate, and manfully to fight the battle of legitimate defence. Scarcely had Í spoken the words, scarcely had I added that the

defence would require 200,000 men, and 80,000,000 forins, when the spirit of freedom moved through the hall, and nearly 400 representatives rose as one man, and, lifting their right arms towards God, solemnly swore, “We grant it; freedom or death!” There they stood with uplifted arms, in calm and silent majesty, awaiting whăt further words might fall from my lips. And for myself, surely it was my duty to speak; but the grandeur of the moment and the rushingwaves of sentiment benumbed my tongue. A burning tear fell from my eye, a sigh of adoration to the Almighty God fluttered on my lips, and, bowing low before the majesty of my people, as I bow now before you, gentlemen, I left the tribune silently, speechless, mute.

Pardon me my emotion, gentlemen; the shadows of our martyrs, whose names I see here, pass before my eyes, and I hear the millions of my nation once more shout out, “ Freedom or death!” As I was then, so am I now. I would thank you, gentlemen, for the generous sympathy with which you honoured, in my undeserving person, the oppressed, the bleeding, but still not broken, Hungary. I would thank you for the ray of hope which your sympathy casts on the night of our fate. I would thank you, warmly as I feel, and as becomes the dignity of your glorious land. But the words fail me, not only from want of knowledge of your language, but chiefly because my sentiments are deep and fervent and true. The tongue of man is powerful enough to render the ideas which the human intellect conceives; but in the realm of true and deep sentiments it is but a weak inter preter. These are inexpressible, like the endless glory of the Omnipotent. But, could I dare to say something about my humble self without becoming presumptuous, I would state that it is not only from to-day, but even from my early youth, I have been spiritually connected with Britannia. I was yet young, sir, under rigorous circumstances, almost unconsciously preparing my soul for the duty which is a common one to us all, -to be useful, as far as possible, to fatherland and to humanity. The great things that have since occurred I could not then anticipate. The sphere of activity which was then open to me was narrow as my faculties and modest as my condition. Ambition never troubled the peace of my mind. I knew that it is not given to man to choose his position in the world, but I knew it is given to him honestly to fill the place which Providence has assigned to him. So I rested contented with the idea that the great Architect above knows best what use to make of the meanest nail; and endeavoured to prepare myself to become a feeble instrument in the hands of Providence. In this my endeavour I had for my teacher the book of life-history. The great examples of the classical past warmed the susceptible young heart to noble aims and instincts; but the thirst of scrutiny pushed on the mind to look around for some other master than the ruins of vanished greatness, those monuments of the fragility of human things. I looked around, not for ruins, but for life, and to teach my nation how to live; and my regards turned, with admiration, to the Anglo-Saxon race—the living wonder of both hemispheres. My attention was drawn to glorious Albion by the striking resemblance and coincidence of institutions which the observer cannot fail to mark in the history of the past; by the fact that the propensity to centralise every power and to govern the people like an imbecile, even in his domestic concerns, has not yet extirpated the germ of municipal public life, without which I believe no practical freedom to be possible; and for the loss of it, all Ministerial responsibilities, all Parliamentary perogatives I believe to be a pitiful equivalent.

Above all, my attention was forcibly drawn by the wonderful greatness of your country: And I found the source of it not alone in your institutions-because these, as every human thing, can nowhere be entirely perfect-but I found it, together with these, in that public spirit which pervades every fibre of your nation, like the Spirit of God spreading over the waves on the day of Creation. I found England not free because mighty, glorious, and great; but I found her mighty, glorious, and great, because free. So was England to me the book of life, which led me out of the fluctuation of wavering thoughts, to unshakeable principles. It was to me the fire which steeled my feeble strength with that iron perseverance which the adversities of fate can break, but never bend. My heart and my soul will, as long as I live, bear on itself the seal of this book of life. And so has England, long ago, become the honoured object of my admiration and respect; and so great was the image of Britannia, which I cherished in my bosom, that lately, when the strange play of fate led me to your shores, I could scarcely overcome some awe in approaching them, because I remembered that the harmony of great objects wants the perspective of distance; and my breast panted at the idea that the halo of glory with which England was surrounded in my thoughts would perhaps not stand the touch of reality; the more because I am well aware all that is human in every age will have its own fragilities. I know that every society which is not a new one has, besides its own fragilities, to bear the burden of the sins of the past; and I know that the past throws such a large shadow into the present and upon the future, that to dispel it entirely the sun must be mounted very high. But so much I must state, with fervent joy, that, upon the whole, the image which the reality in England presents, bears upon it at every step such a seal of greatness, teeming with rich life, and so solid in foundation, that it far exceeds my expectations. And the thing which most strikes the observer in the midst of your glorious country, is that he meets, in moral, material, and political respects, such elements of a continual progress towards perfection; these elements display such a mighty, free, and cheerful activity; and these activities are so lively, so pervaded by the public spirit of the people, that (however great the triumphs may be which England already has to show to the astonished world, in comparison with which the things called wonders in past histories shrink to pigmies) every man instinctively feels that all these triumphs of progress are but a degree-gigantic certainly, but still only a degree-to what it will be the happy and glorious lot of posterity to see in this great country.-Kossuth.

THE DISCOVERY OF THE NORTH CAPE.

Othear the old sea captain,

Who dwelt in Helgoland,
To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,
Brought a snow-white walrus tooth,

Which he held in his brown right hand.

His figure was tall and stately,

Like a boy's his eye appeared,
His hair was yellow as hay,
But threads of a silvery grey

Gleamed in his tawny beard.
Hearty and hale was Othear,

His cheek had the colour of oak; With a kind of laugh in his speech, Like the sea tide on a beach,

As unto the King he spoke.

And Alfred, King of the Saxons,

Had a book upon his knees,
And wrote down the wondrous tale
Of him who was first to sail

Into the Arctic seas.

I own six hundred reindeer,

With sheep and swine besides ; I have tribute from the Finns, Whalebone and reindeer-skins,

And ropes of walrus-hide.

“To the northward stretched the desert,

How far I fain would know;
So at last I sallied forth,
And six days sailed due north,

As far as the whale ships go.

" And then uprose before me,

Upon the water's edge,
The huge and haggard shape
Of that unknown North Cape,

Whose form is like a wedge.

“Four days I steered eastward,

Four days without a night,
Round in a fiery ring
Went the great sun, o King,

With red and luríd light.

H

And now the land,” said Othear,

“ Bent southward suddenly; Then I followed the curving shore, And ever southward bore,

Into a nameless sea.

" And there we hunted the walrus,

The narwhale and the seal; Ha! 'twas a noble game! And like the lightning's flame

Flew our harpoons of steel.

“There were six of us, all together,

Norsemen of Helgoland;
In two days and no more
We killed of them three score,

And dragged them to the strand !”

Then to the King of the Saxons

In witness of the truth,
Raising his noble head,
He stretched his brown hand, and said,

“ Behold this walrus-tooth!” LONGFELLOW.

WELLINGTON.

For this is England's greatest son,
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
Nor ever lost an English gun;
This is he that far away
Against the myriads of Assaye
Clash'd with his fiery few and won;
And underneath another sun,
Warring on a later day,
Round affrighted Lisbon drew
The treble works, the vast designs
Of his labour'd rampart-lines,
Where he greatly stood at bay;
Whence he issued forth anew,
And ever great and greater grew,
Beating from the wasted vines
Back to France her banded swarms-
Back to France with countless blows,
Till o'er the hills her eagles flew
Past the Pyrenean pines,
Follow'd up in valley and glen
With blare of bugle, clamour of men,
Roll of cannon and clash of arms,

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