: ject to caprice!-chiefly governed by passion!—of course, Sir, I speak of what are generally called, the people the crowd, the mass of the community. But you ask me for a proof of the bad effects that resulted to the Roman people, from the liberty they possessed, of legislating directly for themselves. Look, Sir, to the proceedings of the forum !-What they did, they undid; what they erected, they threw down they enacted laws, and they repealed them; they elected patriots, and they betrayed them; they humbled tyrants, and they exalted them! You will find, that the great converted the undue power, which the people possessed, into the means of subjugating the people. If they feared a popular leader, it was only necessary to spread by their emissaries a suspicion of his integrity, or set the engine of corruption to work, upon that frailest of all fortifications, popular stability and thus, Sir, they carried their point, humbled their honest adversaries, and laughed in the face of the wisest and most salutary laws. Mr. Chairman, I think that the times in which Cæsar lived, called for, and sanctioned, his usurpation. I think his object was, to extinguish the jealousies of party; to put a stop to the miseries that resulted from them; and to unite his countrymen. I think the divided state of the Roman people exposed them to the danger of a foreign yoke; from which they could be preserved, only by receiving a domestic one. I think that Cæsar was a great man; and I conclude my trial of your patience, with the reply made to Brutus by Statilius, who had once determined to die in Utica with Cato; and by Favonius, an esteemed philosopher of those times. Those men were sounded by Brutus, after he had entered into the conspiracy for murdering Cæsar. The former said, he would rather patiently suffer the oppressions of an arbitrary master, than the cruelties and disorders which generally attend civil dissensions." The latter declared, that, in his opinion, 66 a civil war was worse than the most unjust tyranny." JAMES GIBSON Mr. Chairman, As the opener of 1 this debate, I am entitled to reply; but it is a privilege by which I shall not profit. I leave our cause to the fate it merits. But, allow me to remark, that, how much soever we may disagree in our opinion of Cæsar's character, there is a subject upon which we cannot have the slightest difference of sentiment; namely, that your patience, indulgence, and impartiality, have been great, and claim-our gratitude. EXTRACTS IN RHYME. Apostrophe to Love. O happy love! where love like this is found; 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale." Is there, in human form, that bears a heart- Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjured arts! dissembling smooth! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exiled? Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the parents fondling o'er their child, Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild? Burns. The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd, And thrice ere the morning I dream'd it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleeting aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little one's kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart 'Stay, stay with us-rest, thou art weary and worn !" On True Dignity. Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose! Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes? Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings. O Solitude, the man who thee foregoes, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs. Vain man, is grandeur given to gay attire? Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid :To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire? It is thy weakness that requires their aid :To palaces, with gold and gems inlay'd? They fear the thief and tremble in the storm :To hosts, through carnage who to conquest wade ? Behold the victor vanquish'd by the worm! Behold what deeds of woe the locust can perform. True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind And hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar. Glenara. Beattie. Oh! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, |