the smoothness of flattery cannot save us in this rugged and aweful crisis. It is now necessary to instruct the Throne in the language of truth. We must, if possible, dispel the delusion and darkness which envelope it; and display, in its full danger and genuine colors, the ruin which is brought to our doors. Can Ministers still presume to expect support in their infatuation? Can Parlia→ ment be so dead to their dignity and duty, as to give their support to measures thus obtruded and forced upon them? Measures, my Lords, which have reduced this late flourishing empire to scorn and contempt! But yesterday, and England might have stood against the world; now, none so poor to do her reverence! The people whom we at first despised as rebels, but whom we now acknowledge as enemies, are abetted against you, supplied with every military store, have their interest consulted, and their ambassadors entertained by your inveterate enemy and Ministers do not, and dare not, interpose with dignity or effect. The desperate state of our army abroad, is, in part, known. No man more highly esteems and honors the British troops, than I do; I know their virtues and their valor; I know they can achieve anything but Impossibilities; and I know that the conquest of English America is an Impossibility. You cannot, my Lords, you cannot conquer America! What is your present situation there? We do not know the worst but we know, that, in three campaigns we have done nothing and suffered much. You may swell every expense, accumulate every assistance, and extend your traffic to the shambles of every German despot; your attempts will be for ever vain and impotent doubly so, indeed, from this mercenary aid on which you rely; for it irritates, to an incurable resentment, the minds of your adversaries, to over-run them with the mercenary sons of rapine and plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty. Were Lan American, my Lords, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms Never, never, never! But, my Lords, Who is the man, that, in addition to the disgraces and mischiefs of the War, has dared to authorise, and associate to our arms, the Tomohawk and Scalpingknife. of the Savage? to call, into civilized alliance, the wild and inhuman inhabitant of the woods? to delegate to the merciless Indian the defence of disputed rights, and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war, against our bretheren? My Lords, these enormities cry aloud for redress and

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punishment. But, my Lords, this barbarous measure has been defended, not only on the principles of policy and necessity, but also on those of morality; "for it is perfectly allowable," says Lord Suffolk, "to use all the means which God and Nature have put into our hands" I am astonished, I am shocked, to hear such principles confessed; to hear them avowed in this House, or in this Country! My Lords, I did not intend to encroach so much on your attention; but I cannot repress my indignation →→→→ I feel myself impelled to speak. My Lords, we are called upon as Members of this House, as Men, as Christians to protest against such horrible barbarity! "That God and Nature have put into cur hands"- What ideas of God and Nature that noble Lord may entertain, I know not; but I know, that such detestable principles, are equally abhorrent to Religion and to Humanity. What! attribute the sacred sanction of God and Nature to the massacres of the Indian-scalpingknife! to the Cannibal-savage, torturing, murdering, devouring, drinking the blood of his mangled victims! Such notions shock every precept of Morality, every feeling of Humanity, every sentiment of Honor. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation. I call upon that Right Reverend and this most Learned Bench, to vindicate the Religion of their God, to support the Justice of their Country. I call upon the Bishops, to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn; upon the Judges, to interpose the purity of their ermine, that we may be preserved from this pollution! I call upon the honor of your Lordships, to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my Country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the Genius of the Constitution!!! From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestor of this noble Lord, frowns with indignation at the disgrace of his Country. In vain did he defend the liberty, and establish the religion of Britain, against the tyranny of Rome, if these worse than Popish cruelties and Inquisitorial practices, are endured among us. To send forth the merciless Cannibal, thirsting for blood against whom? your Protestant brethren! to lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, by the aid and instrumentality of such horrible hell-hounds of war! Spain can no longer boast pre-eminence in Barbarity. She armed herself with Blood-hounds, to extirpate the wretched natives of Mexico; we -more ruthless! loose these Indian

dogs of war against our countrymen in America, endeared to us, as they are, by every tie that can sanctify Humanity. I solemnly call upon your Lordships, and upon every order of men in the state, to stamp upon this infamous procedure the indeleble stigma of the public abhorrence. More particularly, I call upon the holy Prelates of our religion, to do away this iniquity; let them perform a lustration, to purify the country from this deep and deadly sin. My Lords, I am old and weak, and at present unable to say more; but my feelings and indignation were too strong, to have said less. I could not have slept this night on my bed, nor even reposed my head upon my pillow without giving vent to my eternal abhorrence of such enormous and preposterous principles.

CHATHAM.

SHAKESPEARE'S Epitaph.

From Iv Act of The Tempest.

The cloud capped towers,

The gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples

The great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like the baseless fabric of a vision,

Leave not a wreck behind!!!

CONTENTS.

Dedication to Professor VAN ASSEN....

Address to the Subscribers to the Lectures..

Address to the General Reader.........

On the Genius of Shakespeare.......

On a Charge brought against certain Members
of the Honse, as being Sowers of Sedition
in America.

Antony's Funeral Oration over Cesar.....
Fielding and Smollett, compared.

Extracts, from an Essay on Criticism.......
A Letter, to Philip Stanhope .......
Eulogy on Pitt......

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.by SCHLEGEL ;

Some account of the Manner in which a Modern
Lady of Fashion Spends her Time.......................

The Joy of Grief...

Species of Spirits.....

On the Burial of Sir John Moore..

On Tate's Alteration of Shakespeare's Tragedy
of King Lear....

King Lear's Soliloquy, in the Storm.
Character of Addison, as a Writer...
Manfred's Nocturnal Soliloquy...

A Letter, to Henry VIII.....
The Morning Hymn.....

On Satirical Wit......

The Beggar and the Divine....

On Duelling.....

The Parting of Hector and Andromache..

Finite and Infinite......

Othello's Apology to the Senate....

• MILTON;

• STERNE;

• POPE;

9.

- JOHNSON;

..... 10.

✔ BACON ;
BYROM;

BYRON;....... 11.

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• Unknown;

• PALEY;
GREY;

An Elegy, written in a Country-Church-Yard. s
A Letter, from a Mother to a Daughter....
Henry v Address to his Soldiers, at Agincourt.
Dryden and Pope, in Parallelism
Alexander's Feast....
An Agreeable Man....

An Ode, on Education.

A Letter, to Philip Stanhope

...107.

TAYLOR; .....114.

SHAKESPEARE;..1

B

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A Hymn, on Gratitude.....

On the Perishable Nature of Poetical Fame... JEFFRY;

The Last Man......................

On Female Accomplishments.

.134.

H. MORE.....139.

SHAKESPEARE;.142.