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- INDEPENDENCE FOR EVER! AMERICA, COMMERCE AND FREEDOM. BY SUSANNAH ROWSON. How blest a life a sailor leads, 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, And when arrived in sight of land, Our ship we moor, our sails we hand, With eager haste the shore we reach, When the full-flowing bowl has enlivened the soul, And each bonny lass will drink off a glass Our cargo sold, the chink we share, Who wants, we freely give 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, "Tis a task which we share with the brave and the fair 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 |