SPEECH OF BUONAPARTE, COMMANDER IN CHIEF OF THE FRENCH ARMY IN ITALY, BEFORE HIS ATTACK ON MILAN, APRIL 26, 1796. SOLDIERS, YOU OU have in a fortnight gained fix victories; taken twenty-one ftands of colours; feventy-one pieces of canon; feveral ftrong places; conquered the richest part of Piedmont; you have made fifteen thousand prifoners, and killed or wounded more than ten thousand men. You had hitherto fought only for fterile rocks, rendered illuftrious by your courage, but ufelefs to the country; you have equalled by your fervices the victorious army of Holland and the Rhine. Deprived of every thing, you have fupplied every thing. You have won battles without cannon; made forced marches without shoes; watched without brandy, and often without bread. The republican phalanxes, the foldiers of liberty were alone capable of fuffering what you have fuffered. Thanks be to you, foldiers. The grateful country will, in part, be indebted to you for her profperity; and if, when victorious at Toulon, you predicted the immortal campaign of 1794, your prefent victories will be the prefages of more brilliant victories. The two armies which attacked you with audacity, fly difheartened before you. Men, who fmiled at your mifery, and rejoiced in thought at the idea of the triumphs of your enemies, are confounded and appalled. But it inuft not, foldiers, be concealed from you, that you have done nothing, fince fomething remains yet to be done. Neither Turin nor Milan are in your power. The afhes of the conquerors of the Tarquins are still difgraced by the affaffins of Baffeville. At the commencement of the campaign you were destitute of every thing; now you are amply provided; the maga zines taken from your enemies are numerous; the artillery for the field and for befieging is arrived. Soldiers, the country has a right to expect great things from you; juftify her expectations. The greateft obftacles are undoubtedly overcome; but you have ftill battles to fight, cities to take, rivers to pafs. Is there one among you whofe courage is diminished? Is there one who would prefer returning to the fummits of the Alps and the Appenines? No: all burn with the defire of extending the glory of the French; to humble the proud kings who dare to meditate putting us again in chains; to dictate a peace that fhall be glorious, and that shall indemnify the country for the immenfe facrifices which fhe has made. All of you. burn with a defire to fay on your return to your home, I belonged to the victorious army of Italy. Friends, I promise this conqueft to you; but there is one condition which you must fwear to fulfil; it is to refpect the people whom you deliver; to reprefs the horrible pillage which fome wretches, inftigated by our enemies, had practifed. Unless you do this, you will no longer be the friends, but the fcourges of the human race; you will no longer form the honor of the French people. They will difavow you. Your victories, your fucceffes, the blood of your brethren who died in battle; all, even honor and glory will be loft. With refpect to myfelf; to the generals who poffefs your confidence, we fhall blufh to command an army without difcipline, and who admit of no other law than that of force. People of Italy, the French army comes to break your chains; the French people are the friends of all people; come with confidence to them; your property, religion, and cuftoms fhall be refpected. We make war as generous enemies; and with only to make war against the tyrants who oppress you. MR. PITT'S SPEECH, Nov. 18, 1777, IN OPPOSITION TO LORD SUFFOLK, WHO PROPOSED TO PARLIAMENT TO EMPLOY THE INDIANS AGAINST THE AMERICANS; AND WHO SAID IN The Course OF THE DEBATE, THAT "THEY HAD A RIGHT TO USE ALL THE MEANS THAT GOD AND NATURE HAD PUT INTO THEIR HANDS, TO CONQUER AMERICA." I MY LORDS, AM aftonished to hear fuch principles confeffed! I am fhocked to hear them avowed in this House, or in this country! Principles, equally unconstitutional, inhuman, and unchriftian! My lords, I did not intend to have encroached again on your attention; but I cannot repress my indignation. I feel myself impelled by every duty. My lords, we are called upon as members of this House, as men, as Christian men, to protest against such notions standing near the throne, polluting the ear of Majesty. "That God and nature put into our hands!" I know not what ideas that lord may entertain of God and nature; but I know, that fuch abominable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What to attribute the facred fanction of God and nature to the maffacres of the Indian scalping knife! to the cannibal favage, torturing, murdering, roafting and eating; literally, my lords, eating the mangled victims of his barbarous battles! Such horrible notions fhock every precept of religion, divine or natural, and every generous feeling of humanity. And, my lords, they fhock every fentiment of honor; they shock me as a lover of honorable war, and a detefter of murderous barbarity. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decifive indignation I call upon that Right Reverend Bench, those holy minifters of the gofpel, and pious paftors of our church: I conjure them to join in the holy work, and vindicate the religion of their God. I appeal to the wisdom and the law of this learned bench, to defend and support the juftice of their country. I call upon the bifhops, to interpofe the unfullied fanctity of their lawn; upon the learned judges, to interpofe the purity of their ermine, to fave us from this pollution. I call upon the honour of your lordships, to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the fpirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the conftitution. From the tapestry that adorns thefe walls, the immortal ancestor of this noble lord frowns with indignation at the difgrace of his country. In vain he led your victorious fleets against the boafted armada of Spain; in vain he defended and established the honor, the liberties, the religion, the protestant religion of this country, against the arbitrary cruelties of popery and the inquifition, if these more than popifh cruelties and inquifitorial practices are let loofe among us; to turn forth into our fettlements, among our ancient connexions, friends, and relations, the mercilefs cannibal, thirsting for the blood of man, woman and child! to fend forth the infidel savage-against whom? against your proteftant brethren; to lay waste their country; to defolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, with these horrible hell-hounds of favage war! Spain armed herself with blood-hounds, to extirpate the wretched natives of America; and we improve on the inhuman example even of Spanish cruelty. We turn loose these favage hell-hounds against our brethren and countrymen in America, of the fame language, laws, liberties, and religion; endeared to us by every tie that should fanctify humanity. My lords, this awful fubject, fo important to our honor, our conftitution, and our religion, demands the moft folemn and effectual inquiry. And I again call upon your lordships, and the united powers of the ftate, to examine it thoroughly, and decifively, and to ftamp upon it an indelible ftigma of the public abhorrence. And I again implore thofe holy prelates of our religion, to do away thefe iniquities from among us. Let them perform a luftration; let them purify this House, and this country from this fin. My lords, I am old and weak, and at prefent unable to fay more; but my feelings and indignation were too ftrong to have faid lefs. I could not have flept this night in my bed, nor repofed my head on my pillow, without giving this vent to my eternal abhorrence of fuch prepofterous and enormous principles. DIALOGUE BETWEEN A SCHOOL-MASTER, AND SCHOOL-COMMITTEE. [N. B. The Author is happy in believing, that the following Dialogue is applicable to but few towns and few teachers in this country; but, fo long as there are any remaining to whom it may apply, he thinks a fufficient apology ezifts for its publication.] SCENE, a Public Houfe, in the town of Enter SCHOOL-MASTER, with a pack on his back. OW you landlord? what have Schoolmaßter. H you got that's good to drink? Landlord. I have gin, Weft-India, genuine NewEngland, whiskey, and cider brandy. Schoolm. Make us a stiff mug of fling. Put in a gill and a half of your New-England; and fweeten it well with laffes. Land. It fhall be done, Sir, to your liking. Schoolm. Do you know of any vacancy in a school in your part of the country, landlord? Land. There is a vacancy in our district; and I expect the parfon, with our three school-committee men, |