epublicans.

With what courage shall we call that public speaker a worthy citizen,
while cunningly avoiding every thing, which naturally happen contradictory
to his own argument, he magnifies with eternal amplifications, the mites
he wishes to represent large as mammoths? Without the _ne quid nimis_, we
cannot expect to reach perfection. Men of letters look to petty envies,
and slanderous speeches, as a great obstacle to refinement. Liberty,
virtue, integrity, justice, are very pretty words, indeed!--and in the
time of Danton, and the Devil; innocent blood ran in the streets of Paris,
while those mean tyrants had nothing in their mouths but liberty, and
justice. From whence does it come that we feel an inclination to kick an
Antonius just, when he pronounces the word Liberty, and when it comes from
the mouth of a Cato, we feel a heavenly inspiration, which nobilitates our
nature? And why do our tears fall on the pages of greek history, when it
simply describes the exiled Aristides, passing through the innumerable,
dangerous army of Xerses, in order to rescue his beloved, though
ungrateful country? Could Demosthenes, could Cicero be the admiration of
their country, and posterity, had their orations been pronounced without
the conviction of defending the lawful cause of the worthy citizen?

A want of education causes some people to believe that serious deportment,
stiff manners, and thundering voice, are the requisites of a gentleman.
Hence derives that custom of answering, sir! with three exclamations, even
when the questioned understood, at once, his addresser. In some courts, I
saw lawyers speaking with animosity, for no other purpose, but to
intimidate their opponents. On the contrary, when a virtuous speaker
defends the innocent oppressed, or charges against the criminal; mild,
charitable, and plain troth, does it not always touch the heart of an
instructed people? The inspiration of heaven is without passion, without
anger, without malice. The deceitful will always badly say what he does
not feel in himself. "It will come out that which I feel here," touching
his breast, said Patrick Henry, when, after many struggles to conquor his
modesty, and bashfulness, astonished, for the first time, an audience,
burning with patriotism. _Prius afficiamur ipsi ut alios afficiamus._

Unitedstatians, if the Fathers' wisdom of this prospering country is yet
felt in your breast, you cannot be but the friends of those, who have
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