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the illustrious-character, whom we all deplo're-I shall, I can say/ bu't litt'le. A long interval must take place between the heavy blo'w/ which has been stru'ck, and the consideration of its effect, before a'ny-one, (and how many are th'ere!) of those/ who have revered and lov^ed Mr. Fox, as I' hav'e-done, can speak of his death/ with the feeling, but ma^nly compo ́sure/, which becomes the dignified regret/ it ought to inspire. To say any thing to you/ at this' moment/, in the fresh hour of your unburthened so'rrows-to depi'ct, to dwe'll/ upon the great tra'its of his character-must be un ́necessary, and/ almo ́st/insulting. His i'mage/ still lives before your e'yes-his virtues/ are in your he'arts-his lo'ss is your despair. I have see'n/ in a public pri'nt, what are stated to have been his la'st-words-and they are truly-stated. They were the'se—"I di'e happy." Th'en, (turning to the more immediate o'bjects of his private-affections,) he added, "but/ I pity you.' Gen'tlemen, this statement is precisely true. But Oh'! if the solemn/ fleet'ing-hour had allowed of such' considera'tions, and/ if the unassuming nature of his dignified mi`nd/ had not withh'eld-him, whic'h of you will allow his title to have said, (not only to the sharers of his domestic-love, han'ging in mute despa'ir upon his c'ouch)-"I pity you;" but/ prophetically to have added, "I pity En'gland-I pity Europe-I pity human na'ture!"— He died in the spirit of pea'ce; tranquil in his own expiring he'art, and che`rishing to the la'st, (with a parental soli'citude,) the consoling ho`pe/ that he should be able to give established tra'nquillity/ to harassed, conten'ding-nations. Let us tru'st, that that stroke of de^ath/ which has borne him fro'm-us, may not have left the peace of the world, and the civilized charities of ma'n, as orp'l p'hans upon the e'arth! With su'ch-a-man, to have battled in the cause of genuine li`berty - with such a m'an, to have struggled against the inroads of oppression and corruption - with such an example befo're me, to have to bo`ast/ that I never in my life gave one vote-in-parliament/ that wa's not on the side of freedom, is the congratulation/ that attends the re'trospect of my public-life. His frie'ndship/ was the pride and ho'nour of my da'ys. I ne'ver, for on`e-moment, regretted to share wi'th-him the difficulties, the ca'lumnies, and/ so metimes even the dangers, that attended his honourable-life. And now, reviewing my past political con'duct, (were the option possible that I should re-tre'ad the p'ath,) I solemnly
and deliberately decl'are, that I would purs'ue the same cou`rse -bea'r-up/ under the same pressure ab'ide/ by the same principles and remain by his si'de, an ex'ile from po'wer, distinction, and emolument ! If I have missed the opportunity of obtaining all the support/ I might, perhaps, have ha'd, on the present occasion, (from a very scrupulous d'elicacy, which I think beca'me, and was incumbent-upon-me) I cannot repe'nt it! In so doing, I acted on the feelings/ upon which I am sensible/ all those would have ac'ted/ who loved Mr. Fo'x as I'-did. I fe'lt/ within myse'lf/, th'at/ while the slightest-aspiration/ might still quiver on those lips, that were the copious-channels of e'loquence, wi'sdom, and benevolence -th'at/ while on'e-drop of life's-blood might still war'm tha'theart, which throbbed only for the good-of-mankind—I shou ́ld not, I could not/ have acted o'therwise.
There i's/in true friendship/ this'-advantage, that the inferior mind/looks to the presiding in'tellect, as its gui'de and lan'dmark/while living, and to the engraven memory of his pr'inciples/ as a rule of conduct/ after his death! Yet far`ther sti'll, (unmixed with any i'dle superstition,) there may be gained a salutary lesson/ from contemplating/ what would be grateful to the mind of the departed, were he con'scious of what is passing here. I do solemnly believe, tha't/ could suc'h-a-consideration/ have entered into Mr. Fox's last mo'ments - there is nothing his wasted spirits/ would so have de'precated, as a con`test of the n'ature/ which I now deprecate and relin`quish.
Gentlemen! the hour is not far dis'tant, when an awful kn ́ell shall te`ll-you, that/ the unburied remains of your revered pa'triot/ are passing through your stre'ets, to that sepulchralhome, where your kin'gs- your her`oes — your sa`ges — and your poets, will be honoured by an association with hismortal-remains. At that ho'ur/ when the sad sole'mnity shall take place, (in a private-way, as more suited to the simple dignity of his character, than the spl'endid gau'diness of public p'ageantry;) when yo'u, (a'll of yo'u,) shall be se'lf-marshalled in reverential so'rrow-mu'te, and reflecting on your mightyloss - at th'at moment/ shall the disgusting contest of an election-wran ́gle/ break the solem'nity of su'ch-a-scene? Is it fitting that a'ny-man/ should overlook the crisis, and risk the mo'nstrous and disgu'sting-contest? Is it fitting that I should be tha't-man ?
EULOGY ON MR. SHERIDAN.*
Mr. SHE'RIDAN is no mo`re!-What a volume is included in these few wor ́ds, even when they are applied to the hu'mblest-in'dividual! The loss of father, or so'n, of hi'm/ who was the st'ay and support of decli'ning-age/ or fee`ble-youth! whose counsels gu'ided, whose affeˇctions gla^ddened the little circle aro ́und-him! All this mind, all this he^art, to be mu'te and mo'tionless and du^mb for e'ver! B'ut/ when a Sheridan is withdrawn from us-the ma'ster-mind, the master-genius! talents/ which have adorned and dignified the country in which he was bor'n, and the a'ge/ in which he li`ved—the first sta'tesman, the first or'ator, the first po`et, the first wit — when such a man is taken-from-us, what a vas't-chasm! what an irr^eparable lo'ss! That so much ge'nius, that so much miˇnd/
To Mr. She'ridan/ belonged every kind of intellectual ex'cellence—he' cultivated every species of li'terature, and he cultivated no'ne/ wh'ich he did not adorn.
As a dramatic writer, fort'y year's have elapsed since The Scho'ol-for-Scandal was brought out, and yet what writer has produced any-comedy/ to be put in competition with it? Who has equalled The Critic? As a Po'et, who has surpassed the Monody on the dea'th of Gar`rick? As an oʻrator (with the exception of Pitt and Bur'ke), who exce'lled him?
He had strength without coarseness, li'veliness without frivo'lity; he was boʻld, but de'xterous in his attacks -not easily repelled, but whe'n-repelled, effecting his retreat in good order. Often sev'ere-much oftener wi'tty, and g'ay, and gra'ceful disentan'gling what was conf'used-enli'vening what was du'll-very clear in his arrangement-very comprehensive in his vi`ews;-flashing upon his hearers/ with such a burst of brilliancy! when no o'ther-speaker/ was listened-to, he could arrest and chain down the me'mbers/ to their se'ats-all hanging upon him with the most eager at'tention
* This eulogium was written in 1816, immediately after the death of this unrivalled wit and most commanding and captivating orator, but unfortunate and neglected man !—He had attained the age of 65.
-a'll fixed in won'der and deli`ght; h'e never tired—he could ada'pt himself (more than any o'ther-man,) to all min ́ds, and to all capa'cities: From gra've to g'ay, from lively to severe." Every quality of an o'rator/ was uni'ted-in-him-the mindthe e'ye, (qui'ck, sparkling, pene'trating, match'less-almost/ for bri'lliancy and expression)-the attitude, the gesture, the voice. Mr. Pitt/ had more dignity, more copi'ousness, more gra'sp, more s'arcasm. Bu't, in rich'ness of i'magery, he was inferior to She'ridan, who had n'o superior bu't Burke.* He was less powerful and commanding in argument/ than Mr. Fox, but this was the only advantage Mr. Fo'x/ had o`ver him. As an o'rator, we should place him after Pitt and Bu`rke. A friend to the liberty of the press, he was a'rdent, u'niform, sin'cere. He never relaxed in his effo'rts: he was not one of tho'se/ who would disguise their fears of its po'wer/ under affec'ted-apprehensions/ of its licentiousness; he knew that every gre ́at-institution ha's its defe'cts: he did not wish to cut down the tree/ because of an excrescence/ on one of its bra'nches.
From political life/ he had been lo'ng withdra'wn. His retire'ment was un'willing, and he had not in it the comforts/ that should ac'company-retirement. We fear that he had not even personal-security; and that gri'ef/ may have had no small sh'are/ in withdrawing from our sph'ere so splendid a lu'minary, the last of that constellation of great-men, who rendered the se'nate of Great-Britain mo're-illustrious/ than the se'nates/ either of A'thens, or of Ro'me.
CELA'S DESCRIPTION OF A COMET.
I CAN remember well
When yon was such a world as that
A nursery of intellect for those
* Mr. Burke, who has been designated "the saviour of his country," was born in Dublin, and died in London in 1797, aged 67, regretted, if not beloved, by all parties.
†The "Ettrick Shepherd," James Hogg, whose "Queen's Wake" and "Pilgrims of the Sun" will outlive this generation, died, esteemed and respected by a large circle of friends, in 1835, aged 59.
Where matter lives not. Like these other worlds
It wheeled upon its axle, and it swung
Its uses in that beautiful creation,
Where nought subsists in vain, remained no more
Unto the verge of Heaven, where we now stand,
These ponderous spheres, and judge of the event
The Almighty snapt the golden cord in twain
Rushed the abandoned world; and through its caves,
The realms of night were troubled-for the stillness
It boomed along, till by the gathering speed,