ground to powder, and our country and its rights trodden down into dust? I know we do not mean to submit. We never shall submit The war then must go on. We must fight it through. And if the war must go on, why put off longer the Declaration of Independence? That measure will strengthen us. It will give us character abroad. it can be no worse for us. But we shall not fail.

If we fail,

The cause

The people,

will raise up armies, the cause will create navies. the people, if we are true to them, will carry us, and will carry themselves, gloriously, through this struggle. Sir, the declaration will inspire the people with increased courage. Read this declaration at the head of the army; every sword will be drawn from its scabbard, and the solemn vow uttered to maintain it, or to perish on the bed of honor. Publish it from the pulpit; religion will approve it, and the love of religious liberty will cling round it, resolved to stand with it, or fall with it. Send it to the public hall; proclaim it there; let them hear it who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon; let them see it, who saw their brothers and their sons fall on the field of Bunker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington and Concord, and the very walls will cry out in its support.

Sir, I know the uncertainty of human affairs, but I see, I see clearly through this day's business. You and I, indeed, may rue it. We may not live to the time when this declaration shall be made good. We may die; die, colonists; die, slaves; die, it may be, ignominiously, and on the scaffold. Be it so. Be it so. But if it be the pleasure of heaven that

my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the vic-
tim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come
when that hour may. But while I do live, let me have a
country, or at least the hope of a country, and that a free
country. Whatever may be our fate, be assured, be assured,
that this declaration will stand. It may cost treasure, and it
may cost blood; but it will stand, and it will richly compen-
sate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present, I see
the brightness of the future, as the sun in heaven. We shall
make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we are in our
graves, our children will honor it.
They will celebrate it,
with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illumina-
tions. On its annual return they will shed tears, copious
gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and
distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy. Sir,
before God, I believe the hour has come. My judgment
approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that
I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, in this life, I
am now ready here to stake upon it; and I leave off, as
began, that live or die, survive or perish, I am for the declar-
ation. It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God
it shall be my dying sentiment; independence, nov; and

INDEPENDENCE FOR EVER!

AMERICA, COMMERCE AND FREEDOM.

BY SUSANNAH ROWSON.

How blest a life a sailor leads,
From clime to clime still ranging;
For as the calm the storm succeeds,
The scene delights by changing!
When Tempests howl along the main,
Some object will remind us,

And cheer with hopes to meet again

Those friends we've left behind us.

Then, under snug sail, we laugh at the gale,

And though landsmen look pale never heed 'em ;

But toss off a glass to a favorite lass,
To America, commerce, and freedom!

And when arrived in sight of land,
Or safe in port rejoicing,

Our ship we moor, our sails we hand,
Whilst out the boat is hoisting.

With eager haste the shore we reach,
Our friends delighted greet us;
And, tripping lightly o'er the beach,
The pretty lasses meet us.

When the full-flowing bowl has enlivened the soul,
To foot it we merrily lead 'em,

And each bonny lass will drink off a glass
To America, commerce, and freedom!

Our cargo sold, the chink we share,
And gladly we receive it ;
And if we meet a brother tar

Who wants, we freely give it.
No freeborn sailor yet had store,
But cheerfully would lend it;

And when 'tis gone, to sea for more—

We earn it but to spend it.

Then drink round, my boys, 'tis the first of our joys,
To relieve the distressed, clothe and feed 'em ;

"Tis a task which we share with the brave and the fair
In this land of commerce and freedom!

EMBASSY TO ROME.

BY L. C. LEVIN.

SYMPATHY with Pope Pius IX. appears to be the hobbyhorse of political leaders. O'Connell, the Irish reformer, is dead. The curtain has fallen upon the last act of the national farce, and now the Pope, an Italian reformer, steps upon the stage to conclude what O'Connell left unfinished. The hurrah has gone through the country; public meetings have been held; sympathy for the Pope has grown almost into a fashion: yet sir, in no legitimate sense can this embassy to Rome be called a national measure, intended for the public benefit. We have no commerce to protect in the Roman States; we have no seamen whose rights may need even the supervision of a government agent or consul; we have no navy riding in her only harbor; we have no interests that may be exposed to jeopardy for want of an ambassador.

The Papal flag has never been known to wave in an American port. No American vessel has received the visit of a Pope. Dwelling under the shadow of the ruins of antiquity, they have never disturbed us, save by the bulls of Pope Gregory and the intrigues of his Jesuits. What, then, has produced this sudden revolution in the concerns of the two coun