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these men, who subsist but on the abuses of the government under which they live, flatter themselves that what we have seen these last six years is but the fever of the moment, which will pass away as soon as the patient has been let blood enough.
As well may they attempt to alter the course of nature, without altering her laws. If they would effect a counter revolution in the European mind, they must destroy commerce and its effects; they must abolish every trace of the mariner's compass; they must consign every book to the flames; they must obliterate every vestige of the invention of the press; they must destroy the conduit of intelligence, by destroying the institution of the postoffice. Then, and not till then, they and their abuses may live on, in all the security which ignorance, superstition, and want of concert in the people can bestow.
But while I would overwhelm with despair those men who have been nursed in the lap of venality and prostitution; who have been educated in contempt and ridicule of a love for their country; and who have grown gray in scoffing at every thing like public spirit, let me congratulate every true friend to mankind, that that commerce, which has begotten so much independence, will continue to beget more; and let me congratulate every friend to the human species, that the press, which has sent such a mass of information into the world, will continue, with accelerated rapidity, to pour forth its treasures so beneficial to mankind.
It is to these great causes we are indebted, that the combination of priests and despots, which so long tyrannized over the civil and political liberty of Europe, has been dissolved. It is to these great causes we are indebted, that no priest, be his religion what it may, dares preach the doctrine which inculcates the necessity of sacrificing every right and every blessing this world can afford, as the only mean of obtaining eternal happiness in the life to come.
This was the doctrine by which the despotism of Europe was so long supported; this was the doctrine by which the political popery of Europe was supported; but the doctrine and the despotism may now sleep in the same grave, until the trumpet of ignorance, superstition, and bigotry, shall sound their resurrection.
SCENE FROM THE TRAGEDY OF TAMERLANE.
Enter OMAR and TAMERLANE.
ONOR and fame
Forever wait the Emperor; may our
Give him ten thousand thousand days of life,
Tamerlane. Let him approach.
[Enter BAJAZET and other Turkish Prisoners in chains with a guard.]
When I survey the ruins of this field,
The wild destruction, which thy fierce ambition
Baj. Make thy demand of those that own thy power;
Know I am still beyond it; and though fortune
Spare that, and for the rest 'tis equal all,
Tam. Well was it for the world,
When, on their borders, neighbouring princes met,
Will, with impunity, let pass that breach
Baj. Thou pedant talker! ha! art thou a king
Tam. Causeless to hate, is not of human kind:
Baj. Can a king want a cause, when empire bids
Tam. Henceforth I will not wonder we were foes,
Baj. The noble fire, that warms me, does indeed
Tam. No: for I think like man,
Thou like a monster, from whose baleful presence
'Tis true, I am a king, as thou hast been;
Baj. Phrophet, I thank thee.
Confusion! couldst thou rob me of my glory
Tam. The world! 'twould be too little for thy pride:
Baj. I would. Away! my soul Disdains thy conference.
Tam. Thou vain, rash thing,
That, with gigantic insolence, hast dar'd
Baj. 'Tis false! I am not fall'n from aught I have
At least my soul resolves to keep her state,
Been hurried, if success had crown'd thy wishes!
Tam. Well dost thou teach me
What justice should exact from thee. Mankind,
Baj. Do it, and rid thy shaking soul at once
Tam. Why slept the thunder
That should have arm'd the idol deity,
And given thee power, ere yester sun was set,
Baj. Oh, blast the stars
That fated us to different scenes of slaughter!
Oh! could my sword have met thee!
As now, been in my power, and held thy life
I bid thee live. So much my soul disdains That thou shouldst think I can fear aught but Heaven. - Nay more; couldst thou forget thy brutal fierceness,