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ay be so. But with nations as with men, there are two ways of living; a fast way and a slow way. At some periods of their existence, men live more in a week than they do during a period of twenty years at others. Thus it is with nations. They pass, sometimes, whole centuries in a species of vegetating existence, between sleeping and waking. Nothing seems to agitate them, nothing to rouse them from their slumbers. One such period as this in the history of the Roman Empire is alluded to by Gibbon, who observes that the happiest ages of mankind are those which afford the least material for history; and so they are, if history be the mere record of siege and battle, of assault without provocation, and murder under color of law, which we have been taught to believe it is, and which it seems to be, since it is a record of little else. But during those quiet, silent ages, materials for a conflagration are always accumulating — mischief is always brewing — the devil is always roaming the
oon already run blood — will not nature undergo a convulsion which shall destroy all future existences in the germ! The King is dead! George II. is dead! He expired suddenly on the 25th of October! Oh! what a calamity, ye nations. A King die! say the young. We never beard of a King's dying before. We thought it was impossible. A King die! say the old. Such a thing has not happened for the last thirty-three years, to us, at least. True, my friends! even Kings are mortal. The Reverend Mr. Davis, the great Presbyterian divine and orator, will tell you so, if you will only attend his church, in the county of Hanover. Listen to his eloquence almost inspired, most prodigally lavished, upon that dirty old King, who has just gone to his long account, summoned so suddenly that he had no time to prepare, dying in an instant, before he could even know that his spirit was demanded of him. "Ere his very thought could pray, Unrevealed he passed away." See the crowd how it bend
of the Modern World's History. Old Dymook, the Champion of England when the coronation took place, made some oversights which deranged the show. The old man was much grieved. He apologized in person to the young King, and promised to have everything right at the next coronation? Did a single individual who saw the first live to witness the next? It is strange to think, when we are talking, as it were, face to face with these hundred-year- old people, what an ignorant self they were. They had never heard of Bonaparte, or Wellington, or Robespierre, or the second Pitt, or Charles Fox. or Scott, or Byron, or Moore, or Campbell, or Washington Irving, or the great Republic of the United States, and only knew of Washington as a Colonel of militia, and quandani aid of General Braddock. We know all these things in 1860; and we know of steamboats, railroads, and telegraphs. Alas! that we should know more than this! That we should know that no form of government can satisfy man.
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f the Modern World's History. Old Dymook, the Champion of England when the coronation took place, made some oversights which deranged the show. The old man was much grieved. He apologized in person to the young King, and promised to have everything right at the next coronation? Did a single individual who saw the first live to witness the next? It is strange to think, when we are talking, as it were, face to face with these hundred-year- old people, what an ignorant self they were. They had never heard of Bonaparte, or Wellington, or Robespierre, or the second Pitt, or Charles Fox. or Scott, or Byron, or Moore, or Campbell, or Washington Irving, or the great Republic of the United States, and only knew of Washington as a Colonel of militia, and quandani aid of General Braddock. We know all these things in 1860; and we know of steamboats, railroads, and telegraphs. Alas! that we should know more than this! That we should know that no form of government can satisfy man.
for history; and so they are, if history be the mere record of siege and battle, of assault without provocation, and murder under color of law, which we have been taught to believe it is, and which it seems to be, since it is a record of little else. But during those quiet, silent ages, materials for a conflagration are always accumulating — mischief is always brewing — the devil is always roaming the earth — and at last comes an explosion, to prove that Peace Societies are farces, that Col.Napier's position is true, and that war is the normal state of man. Nothing can prevent it. If beset by calamity, nations vent their wrath on their neighbors — if wallowing in prosperity and waxing fat, they are sure to kick. Every state and condition of society is opposed to peace, else why is the wisdom of statesmen always taxed to the very extent of their capacities to preserve its Why is it so easy always to get up a war, when it is so hard to preserve the peace? Why must a man, if he wish
f the Modern World's History. Old Dymook, the Champion of England when the coronation took place, made some oversights which deranged the show. The old man was much grieved. He apologized in person to the young King, and promised to have everything right at the next coronation? Did a single individual who saw the first live to witness the next? It is strange to think, when we are talking, as it were, face to face with these hundred-year- old people, what an ignorant self they were. They had never heard of Bonaparte, or Wellington, or Robespierre, or the second Pitt, or Charles Fox. or Scott, or Byron, or Moore, or Campbell, or Washington Irving, or the great Republic of the United States, and only knew of Washington as a Colonel of militia, and quandani aid of General Braddock. We know all these things in 1860; and we know of steamboats, railroads, and telegraphs. Alas! that we should know more than this! That we should know that no form of government can satisfy man.
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hen the fishing season is over, and though we never hear of his killing a deer, yet his gun is eternally on his shoulder, and he apparently loves the wild woods as much as an Indian. As if to show how many contradictions may be inclosed in the same character, he is fond to excess of attending all crowds and gatherings of men. He will do anything, in fine, but attend strictly to business. It is to be feared there is no hope for him. His name is Patrick Henry, and he is the nephew of the Rev. Patrick Henry, one of our regularly ordained parsons. The crowd are so taken up with the death of the King that they pass over the other news with scarcely any notice. The heroic King of Prussia, after a hard campaign, has just gone into winter quarters at Leipsic. He has just had a terrible battle, but he has defeated Daun at Dessau, and compelled him to evacuate all Saxony but Dresden, and now he may sleep in peace. The danger of invasion has passed over, and England is busy only in wors
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f the Modern World's History. Old Dymook, the Champion of England when the coronation took place, made some oversights which deranged the show. The old man was much grieved. He apologized in person to the young King, and promised to have everything right at the next coronation? Did a single individual who saw the first live to witness the next? It is strange to think, when we are talking, as it were, face to face with these hundred-year- old people, what an ignorant self they were. They had never heard of Bonaparte, or Wellington, or Robespierre, or the second Pitt, or Charles Fox. or Scott, or Byron, or Moore, or Campbell, or Washington Irving, or the great Republic of the United States, and only knew of Washington as a Colonel of militia, and quandani aid of General Braddock. We know all these things in 1860; and we know of steamboats, railroads, and telegraphs. Alas! that we should know more than this! That we should know that no form of government can satisfy man.
itated; his eyes glisten; his hands stretch nervously; his lips quiver; he bursts into tears; his whole frame is convulsed; he yields to a wild and uncontrollable passion of grief! Who is that young man! He must be something more than ordinary. No man ever yet possessed such susceptibility of powerful emotions, without being capable of rousing them in others. "If you want me to weep," says the Roman poet, "you must weep yourself." What is that man? If he is an actor, he will be equal to Garrick. If he is a poet, Shakespeare may tremble for his laurels. If he is a lawyer, he will be, one day, the most wonderful of his class. For who was ever a great actor, or a great poet, or a great orator, without that sympathy for the feelings of his fellowman that made our Saviour, in his earthly shape, the adored of the Universe. There is the secret spring that moves the bosoms of all mankind, and without it, a man, though he may still be a great speaker, a good actor, and a sublime poet, c
The last of the year--1760 and 1860 This is the last day of the year 1860--a year which, we are disposed to think. future ages will reckon among the most memorable of history. In thinking over its agitating events, we are irresistibly carried back a century, and we are are almost started to see how different the world is now from what it was then. It has been said a century is a small period in the life of a nation. Perhaps it may be so. But with nations as with men, there are two ways Eras stand out like islands in that part of the ever-rolling flood of Time which has passed by us forever, and become lost in the ocean Eternity. We stand upon the last sand on the beach of 1860, and look over the gulf that flows between us and 1760. It appears near to us, because we measure not the breadth of the waters, but fix our eyes directly upon the object, not a very distant period. Yet we see a world so strange and so different from that in which we live, that it appears to belong
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