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House of Commons? In what respect does it question their jurisdiction, or suppose an authority in this House to arraign the justice of their sentence?

I am sure that every lord who hears me, will bear me witness that I said not one word touching the merits of the Middlesex election. Far from conveying any opinion upon that matter in the amendment, I did not eveo in discourse, deliver my own sentiments upon it. I did not say that the House of Commons had done either right or wrong; but when his Majesty was pleased to recommend it to us to cultivate unanimity amongst ourselves, I thought it the duty of this House, as the great hereditary council of the crown, to state to his majesty the distracted condition of his dominions, together with the events which had destroyed unanimity among his subjects.

But, my lords, I stated those events merely as facts, without the smallest addition either of censure or of opinion. They are facts, my lords, which I am not only convinced are true, but which I know are indisputably true.

Do they not tell us, in so many words, that Mr. Wilkes, having been expelled, was thereby rendered incapable of serving in that Parliament and is it not their resolution alone, which refuses to the subject his common right? The amendment says farther, that the electors of Middlesex are deprived of their free choice of a representative. Is this a fact, my lords? or have I given an unfair representation of it? Will any man presume to affirm that Colonel Luttrell is the free choice of the electors of Middlesex? We all know the contrary.

We all know that Mr. Wilkes (whom I mention without either praise or censure) was the favourite of the county, and chosen, by a very great and acknowledged majority, to represent them in Parliament. If the noble lod dislikes the manner in which these facts are stated, I shall think myself happy in being advised by him how to alter it. I am very little anxious about terms, provided the substance be preserved; and these are facts, my lords, which I am sure will always retain their weight and importance, in whatever form of language they are described.

The constitution of this country has been openly invaded in fact; and I have heard, with horror and astonishment, that very invasion defended upon principle. What is this mysterious power, undefined by law, unknown to the subject; which we must not approach without awe, nor speak of without reverence; which no man may question, and to which all men must submit? My lords, I thought the slavish doctrine of passive obedience had long since been exploded: and, when our kings were obliged to confess that their title to the crown, and the rule of their government, had no other foundation than the known laws of the land, I never expected to hear a divine right, or a divine infallibility, attributed to any osher branch of the legislature.

My lords, I beg to be understood. Noman respects the House of Commons more than I do, or would contend more strenuously than I would, to, preserve to them their just and legal authority. Within the bounds prescribed by the constitution, that authority is necessary to the well-being of the people: beyond that line, every exertion of power is arbitrary, is illegal; it threatens tyranny to the people, and destruction to the State. Power without right is, the most odious and detestable object that can be offered to the human imagination: it is not only pernicious to those who are subject to it, but tends to its own destruction.

ON THE GENERAL JUDGMENT-DAY; FROM DWIGHT's

CONQUEST OF CANAAN.

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ID these dire scenes, more awfulscenes shall rise;

From the dark tombs shall fearful lights ascend,
And sullen sounds the sleeping mansion rend;
Pale ghosts with terror break the dreamer's charm,
And death-like cries the listening world alarm.
Then midnight pangs shall toss the cleaving plains;
Fell famine wanton o'er unburied trains;
From crumbling mountains baleful fames aspire;
Realms sink in floods, and towns dissolve in fire;
In every blast the spotted plague be driven,
And angry meteors blaze athwart the Heaven.
Clouds of dark blood shall blot the sun's broad light,
Spread round th' immense, and shroud the world in

night;
With pale and dreadful ray, the cold moon gleam;
The dim, lone stars diffuse an anguish'd beam;
Storms rock the skies; afflicted oceans roar,
And sanguine billows dye the shuddering shore;
And round earth thunder, from th' Almighty throne,
The voice irrevocable, IT IS DONE.

Rous'd on the fearful morni, shall nature hear The trump's deep terrors rend the troubled air; From realm to realm the sound tremendous roll; Cleave the broad main, and shake th' astonish'd pole; The slumbering bones th' archangel's call inspire; Rocks sink in dust, and earth be wrapt in fire; From realis far distant, orbs unnumber'd come, Sail through immensity, and learn their doom: And all yon changeless stars, that, thron’d on high, Reign in immortal lustre round the sty, In solemn silence shroud their living light, And leave the world to undistinguish'd night,

Hark, what dread sounds descending from the pole, Wave following wave, in swelling thunders roll!

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How the tombs cleave! What awful forms arise!
What crowding nations pain the failing eyes!
From land to land behold the mountains rend;
From shore to shore the final flames ascend;
Round the dark poles with boundless terror reign,
With bend immeasurable sweep the main;
From morn's far kingdoms stretch to realms of even,
And climb and climb with solemn roar to heaven.
What smoky ruins wrap the lessening ground!
What fiery sheets sail through the vaulted round!
Pour'd in one mass, the lands and seas decay;
Involv'd, the heavens, dissolving, fleet away;
The moon departs; the sun's last beams expire,
And nature's buried in the boundless fire.

Lo, from the radiance of the bless'd abode
Messiah comes, in all the pomp of God!
Borne on swift winds, a storm before him flies;
Stars crown his head, and rainbows round him rise;
Beneath his feet a sun's broad terrors burn,
And cleaving darkness opes a dreadful morn:
Through boundless space careering flames are driven;
Truth's sacred hosts descend, and all the thrones of

heaven, See crowding millions, call'd from earth's far ends, See hell's dark world, with fearful gloom, ascends, In throngs incomprehensible! Around, Worlds after worlds, from nature's farthest bound, Calld by th' archangel's voice from either pole, Self-moved, with all created nations, roll. From this great train, his eyes the just divide, Price of his life, and being's fairest pride; Rob'd by his mighty hand, the starry throngs From harps of transport call ecstatic songs. Hail, heirs of endless peace! ordain’d to rove Round the pure climes of everlasting love. For you

the sun first led the lucid morn; The world was fashion'd and Messiah born; For you high heaven with fond impatience waits, Pours her fair streams, and opes her golden gates;

Each hour, wi:h purer glory, gaily shines,
Her courts enlarges, and her air refines,

But 0 unhappy race! to woes consign'd,
Lur'd by fond pleasure, and to wisdom blind,
What new Messiah shall the spirit save,
Stay the pent flames, and shut the eternal grave?
Where sleeps the music of his voice divine?
Where hides the face, that could so sweetly, shine?
Now hear that slighed voice to thunder turn!
See that mild face with flames of vengeance burn!
High o'er your heads the storm of ruin roars,
And, round th’immense, no friend your fate deplores.

Lo, there to endless woe in throngs are driven, What once were angels, and bright stars of heaven! The world's gay pride! the king with splendor crown'd! The chief resistless, and the sage renown'd! Down, down the millions sink; where yon broad main Heaves her dark waves, and spreads the seats of pain; Where long, black clouds, emblazed with awful fire, Pour sullen round their heads, and in dread gloom

retire.

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ON THE WORKS OF CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.

HEN I contemplate those ample and magni

ficent structures, erected over all the etherial plains: when I look upon them as so many repositories of light, or fruitful abodes of life: when I re. member that there may be other orbs, vastly more remote than those which appear to our unaided sight; orbs, whose effulgence, though travelling ever since the creation, is not yet arrived upon our coasts: when I stretch my thoughts to the innumerable orders of being, which inhabit all those spacious systems; from the loftiest seraph, to the lowest reptile; from the armies of angels which surround the Almighty's throne, to the puny nations, which tinge with purple the surface of the plum, or mantle the standing pool with

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