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was a church without a bishop;[588:3] there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed.

Speech before the New England Society, Dec. 22, 1843.

  We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and keep step to the music of the Union.

Letter to the Whig Convention, 1855.

[589]

  Its constitution the glittering and sounding generalities[589:1] of natural right which make up the Declaration of Independence.

Letter to the Maine Whig Committee, 1856.

Footnotes

[588:3] The Americans equally detest the pageantry of a king and the supercilious hypocrisy of a bishop.—Junius: Letter xxxv. Dec. 19, 1769.

It [Calvinism] established a religion without a prelate, a government without a king.—George Bancroft: History of the United States, vol. iii. chap. vi.

[589:1] Although Mr. Choate has usually been credited with the original utterance of the words "glittering generalities," the following quotation will show that he was anticipated therein by several years:—

We fear that the glittering generalities of the speaker have left an impression more delightful than permanent.—Franklin J. Dickman: Review of a Lecture by Rufus Choate, Providence Journal, Dec. 14, 1849.

THOMAS K. HERVEY.  1799-1859.

The tomb of him who would have made

The world too glad and free.

The Devil's Progress.

He stood beside a cottage lone

And listened to a lute,

One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,

And the nightingale was mute.

The Devil's Progress.

A love that took an early root,

And had an early doom.

The Devil's Progress.

Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,

But never came to shore.

The Devil's Progress.

A Hebrew knelt in the dying light,

His eye was dim and cold,

The hairs on his brow were silver-white,

And his blood was thin and old.

The Devil's Progress.

THOMAS B. MACAULAY.  1800-1859.

(From his Essays.)

  That is the best government which desires to make the people happy, and knows how to make them happy.

On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

[590]

  Free trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular.

On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

  The history of nations, in the sense in which I use the word, is often best studied in works not professedly historical.

On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

  Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep,—there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of Athens.

On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824.

  We hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age.

On Milton. 1825.

  Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand.

On Milton. 1825.

  Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil.[590:1]

On Machiavelli. 1825.

  The English Bible,—a book which if everything else in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show the whole extent of its beauty and power.

On John Dryden. 1828.

  His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.

On John Dryden. 1828.

  A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently.

On John Dryden. 1828.

  He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.

On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

[591]

  We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality.

On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

  From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,—a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.

On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

  That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it.

On Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress. 1831.

  The conformation of his mind was such that whatever was little seemed to him great, and whatever was great seemed to him little.

On Horace Walpole. 1833.

  What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!—To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries!

On Boswell's Life of Johnson (Croker's ed.). 1831.

  Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.[591:1]

On Sir William Temple. 1838.

  She [the Roman Catholic Church] may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.[591:2]

On Ranke's History of the Popes. 1840.

[592]

  The chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous.

On Warren Hastings. 1841.

  In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.

On Warren Hastings. 1841.

  In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of Coromandel and red men scalped each other by the great lakes of North America.

On Frederic the Great. 1842.

  We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious [593]blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.

On Frederic the Great. 1842.

  I shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended below the dignity of history.[593:1]

History of England. Vol. i. Chap. i.

  There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of Charles II. But the seamen were not gentlemen, and the gentlemen were not seamen.

History of England. Vol. i. Chap. ii.

  The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators.[593:2]

History of England. Vol. i. Chap. iii.

  I have not the Chancellor's encyclopedic mind. He is indeed a kind of semi-Solomon. He half knows everything, from the cedar to the hyssop.

Letter to Macvey Napier, Dec. 17, 1830.

To every man upon this earth

Death cometh soon or late;

And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods?

Lays of Ancient Rome. Horatius, xxvii.

How well Horatius kept the bridge

In the brave days of old.

Lays of Ancient Rome. Horatius, lxx.

These be the great Twin Brethren

To whom the Dorians pray.

The Battle of Lake Regillus.

The sweeter sound of woman's praise.

Lines written in August, 1847.

Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons.[593:3]

Political Georgics.

Footnotes

[590:1] See Butler, page 215.

[591:1] See Pope, page 331-332.

[591:2] The same image was employed by Macaulay in 1824 in the concluding paragraph of a review of Mitford's Greece, and he repeated it in his review of Mill's "Essay on Government" in 1829.

What cities, as great as this, have . . . promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others. . . . Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.—Goldsmith: The Bee, No. iv. (1759.) A City Night Piece.

Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations? Who knows but he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into an empty name?—Volney: Ruins, chap. ii.

At last some curious traveller from Lima will visit England, and give a description of the ruins of St. Paul's, like the editions of Baalbec and Palmyra.—Horace Walpole: Letter to Mason, Nov. 24, 1774.

Where now is Britain?

 .   .   .   .   .

Even as the savage sits upon the stone

That marks where stood her capitols, and hears

The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks

From the dismaying solitude.

Henry Kirke White: Time.

In the firm expectation that when London shall be a habitation of bitterns, when St. Paul and Westminster Abbey shall stand shapeless and nameless ruins in the midst of an unpeopled marsh, when the piers of Waterloo Bridge shall become the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers, and cast the jagged shadows of their broken arches on the solitary stream, some Transatlantic commentator will be weighing in the scales of some new and now unimagined system of criticism the respective merits of the Bells and the Fudges and their historians.—Shelley: Dedication to Peter Bell.

[593:1] See Bolingbroke, page 304.

[593:2] Even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian: the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.—Hume: History of England, vol. i. chap. lxii.

[593:3] Macaulay, in a letter, June 29, 1831, says "I sent these lines to the 'Times' about three years ago."

[594]

J. A. WADE.  1800-1875.

Meet me by moonlight alone,

And then I will tell you a tale

Must be told by the moonlight alone,

In the grove at the end of the vale!

Meet me by Moonlight.

'T were vain to tell thee all I feel,

Or say for thee I 'd die.

'T were vain to tell.

SIR HENRY TAYLOR.  1800-18—.

The world knows nothing of its greatest men.

Philip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.

An unreflected light did never yet

Dazzle the vision feminine.

Philip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.

Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure

For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.

Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out,

There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,

Nor aught that dignifies humanity.

Philip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.

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