Several Definite Interrogatives Requiring Successive

Rising Slide.

Was it to be wondered at that a people so circumstanced should search for the cause and source of all their calamities; or was it to be wondered at that they should find them in the arbitrary interpretations of their constitution, and in the prodigal and corrupt administration of their revenues?

Had not a paltry unconstitutional tax, neither in amount nor in principal to be named with the taxes of France, just put the continent of America in a flame; and was it possible that the young officers of the French army should come back to their native land from the war of political emancipation waged on this continent, and sit down contented under the old abuses at home?

Shall we permit this curiously compacted body politic, the nicest adjustment of human wisdom, to go to pieces? Will we blast this beautiful symmetric form, paralyze this powerful arm of public strength, smite with imbecility this great national intellect?

Is the being, who, surveying nature, recognizes to a certain extent the great scheme of the universe, but who sees infinitely more which he does not comprehend, and which he ardently desires to know,-is he to perish like a mere brute, all his knowledge useless, all his most earnest wishes ungratified?

Can that within man which reasons like his immortal Creator, which sees and acknowledges his wisdom, and approves of his designs, be mortal like the rest? Is it probable, nay, is it possible, that what can thus comprehend the operations of an immortal agent is not itself immortal?

And is not moral greatness superior to this? Is not

a crown of glory around brows that never die better than a diadem of gold upon a fleshless skull? Is not a name written with the finger of God in the book of life better than a name written over the shrine of our bones with rubies?

Is this the genuine fruit of the pious care of our ancestors for the security and propagation of religion and good manners to the latest posterity? is this at last the reward of their munificence? or does this conduct correspond with the views, or with the just expectations and demands, of your friends and your country?

But is that enough to say? Is there no danger that it may do that brave and unfortunate people some harm? Is there no danger that such a course of action as is proposed here might give rise to unfounded hopes in Hungary, or increase, perhaps, their sufferings, by irritating those who govern them?

Have you never stood by the seaside at night, and heard the pebbles sing, and the waves chant God's glories? Or have you never risen from your couch, and thrown up the window and listened there? And have you not fancied that you heard the harp of God playing in heaven? Did you not conceive that yon stars, that those eyes of God, looking down on you, were also mouths of song-that every star was singing God's glory, singing, as it shone, its mighty Maker and his well-deserved praise?

Do not you, and did not they, feel that this life cannot be man's only abiding place? that this spirit cannot pass upon the hasty and uncertain waves of time to an eternal nothing? that the restless, irrepressible, and unsatisfied leapings of the heart and the affections after that which is higher and beyond all that surrounds us, demand that we should credit something which belongs

not to the passing hour? that all the economy of nature, the beauty of the earth, the brilliancy of the stars, the glory of the lights of the day and the night, the forms of human strength and loveliness, cannot be taken from us, and pass forever from our sight and our enjoyment? that there must be a continued, a prolonged existence, where the eye shall sec, the ear hear, beauty fade not, the affections of the heart be not blasted, and the glorious panoply of Nature be spread out forever?

Has Nature in her calm, majestic march,

Faltered with age at last; does the bright sun
Grow dim in heaven; or in their far blue arch
Sparkle the crowd of stars, when day is done,
Less brightly?

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave
Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades,
Fit haunt of gods?

Heard ye those loud, contending waves,

That shook Cecropia's pillared state?
Saw ye the mighty from their graves
Look up, and tremble at her fate?

Can the deep statesman skilled in great design
Protect but for a day precarious breath?
Or the tuned follower of the sacred Nine
Soothe with his melody insatiate death?
Has silence pressed her seal upon his lips?
Does adamantine faith invest his heart?
Will he not bend beneath a tyrant's frown?
Will he not melt before ambition's fire?
Will he not soften in a friend's embrace?
Or flow dissolving in a woman's tears?
Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim,
Lights of the world, and demigods of fame?
Is this your triumph, this your proud applause,
Children of Truth, and champions of her cause?

For this hath Science searched on weary wing,
By shore and sea, each mute and living thing?
Launched with Iberia's pilot from the steep,
To worlds unknown, and isles beyond the deep?
Or round the cope her living chariot driven,
And wheeled in triumph through the signs of heaven?
Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note?
Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath?

Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote,
Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath
Tyrants and tyrants' slaves?

Is the lance broken, is the shield decayed,

The warrior's arm unstrung, his heart dismayed?
Shall no high spirit of descendant worth

Arise to lead the sons of Islam forth;

To guard the regions where our fathers' blood
Hath bathed each plain, and mingled with each flood;
Where long their dust hath blended with the soil
Won by their swords, made fertile by their toil?

Definite Interrogatives, Slide Reversed.

Peters, fearful that his companion might overlook some of the happy hits of the different personages on the stage, soon electrified the audience by exclaiming, without turning his head, in a suppressed and emphatic voice, when particularly pleased, "Austin, d'ye hear that?" and again, after a little while, "Austin, d'ye hear that?"

Has the gentleman done? Has he completely done? He was unparliamentary from the beginning to the end of his speech.

Countess.

Definite Interrogatives, Falling Slide.

Howe'er I charge thee,

As Heaven shall work in me for thine avail,

To tell me truly.

Helena. Good madam, pardon me!

Countess. Do you love my son?

Helena. Your pardon, noble mistress.

Countess. Love you my son?

Helena. Do you not love him, madam?

Definite Interrogatives, Series.

Do you know me, sir? Am I Dromio?

Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Are all workers of miracles? Have all the gifts of healing? Do all speak with tongues? Do all interpret?

Shylock. Three thousand ducats: well.

Bassanio. Ay, sir, for three months.
Shy. For three months: well.

Bass. For the which, as I told you,
Antonio shall be bound.

Shy. Antonio shall become bound: well.

Bass. May you stead me? Will you pleasure me? Shall I know your answer?

Leonato, stand I here? Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own?

Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and on all foul ways. Was ever man so beaten? Was ever

man so rayed? Was ever man so weary?

Art thou bound to a wife?

Art thou loosed from a wife?

Seek not to be loosed. Seek not a wife.