, 'like the sultan sun, struggle upon the fiery verge
of heaven,' she must yield at last to the impulses of freedom, and
to the touch of that destiny which shall crush her power in the
western hemisphere!"

This may be considered bad to beat; yet, in our opinion, a choice spirit
from Missouri, SIMS by name, does it--

"It is so common on this floor, for inexperienced members to make
apologies for their embarrassment, that I will not offer any for
mine. I find some difficulty in getting along with all the
questions that may be raised by the north or by the south, and by
lawyers, and by metaphysicians, and learned doctors who abound
here, that I shall be slow in getting along. I hope, therefore,
that gentlemen will keep cool, and suffer me to get through." ...

Certainly, Sims--there is no false modesty, you will observe, in this
good Sims. He thus defines his position.

"I wish it to be distinctly understood what banner I fight under.
_It is for Oregon, all or none, now or never!_ Not only _I myself_,
but all my own people whom I represent, will stand up to this
motto. Around that will we rally, and for it will we fight, _till
the British lion shall trail in the dust. The lion has cowered
before us before. Talk of whipping this nation?_ Though not, sir,
brought up in the tented field, nor accustomed to make war an
exercise, and do not so much thirst for martial renown as to desire
to witness such a war, yet I cannot fear it, nor doubt its
success."

A touching episode in the life of Sims!--

"When I was a boy, sir--a small boy--in 1815, I was with my father
in church where he was offering his prayers to the Almighty, and it
was then that the news of the victory of New Orleans was brought to
the spot. _I never felt so happy, sir, as at that moment._ At that
moment my love of country commenced, and from that hour it has
increased more and more every year; and I shall be ever ready to
peril every thing in my power for the good of my country. Still, _I
am for the whole of Oregon, and for nothing else but the whole, and
in defence of it I will willingly see every river, from its
mountain source to the ocean, reddened with the blood of the
contest. Talk about this country being whipped! The thing is
impossible! Why did not Great Britain whip us long ago, if she