action; that in prosperity they were moody and dumpish, but in adversity
they were grand.
Is it not true, sir, that the wise ancients did not praise the ship
parting with flying colors from the port, but only that brave sailor
which came back with torn sheets and battered sides, stript of her
banners, but having ridden out the storm? And so, gentlemen, I feel in
regard to this aged England, with the possessions, honors and trophies,
and also with the infirmities of a thousand years gathering around her,
irretrievably committed as she now is to many old customs which cannot
be suddenly changed; pressed upon by the transitions of trade, and new
and all incalculable modes, fabrics, arts, machines and competing
populations,--I see her not dispirited, not weak, but well remembering
that she has seen dark days before; indeed, with a kind of instinct that
she sees a little better in a cloudy day, and that in storm of battle
and calamity, she has a secret vigor and a pulse like a cannon. I see
her in her old age, not decrepit, but young, and still daring to believe
in her power of endurance and expansion. Seeing this, I say, All hail!
mother of nations, mother of heroes, with strength still equal to the
time; still wise to entertain and swift to execute the policy which the
mind and heart of mankind require in the present hour, and thus only
hospitable to the foreigner, and truly a home to the thoughtful and
generous who are born in the soil. So be it! so let it be! If it be not
so, if the courage of England goes with the chances of a commercial
crisis, I will go back to the capes of Massachusetts, and my own Indian
stream, and say to my countrymen, the old race are all gone, and the
elasticity and hope of mankind must henceforth remain on the Alleghany
ranges, or nowhere.
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THE MEMORY OF BURNS
[Speech of Ralph Waldo Emerson at the festival of the Boston Burns Club,
at the Parker House, Boston, Mass., January 25, 1859, commemorating
the hundredth anniversary of the birth of the Scottish bard. Around
the tables were gathered a company numbering nearly three hundred,
including Emerson, Lowell, Holmes, George S. Hillard, Nathaniel P.
Willis, and others of the literary guild. Among the decorations of the
banqueting-hall was displayed a bust of Burns crowned with a wreath of
roses and bays. Mr. Emerson spoke to the principal toast of the
evening, "The Memory of Burn
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