Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 3, March 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 3, March 1852
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Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
the servants of men!] to be the last words of our expiring liberty.”
The political works of this great man have been diligently suppressed,
and his political fame traduced; while they, who could not deny him
merit, have been busy before the world in lauding him as a poet,
thinking thus to lead men off from a knowledge of that wherein consisted
his true greatness. We question much whether the dullest mind could read
these books now, without being roused and filled with enthusiasm for
this apostle of liberty, and for his cause.
In them he nobly vindicates the people and their rights. “The Good Old
Cause,” as he calls it, warms him up, and he writes with an exulting
energy that would make your blood gush with delight. His opinions were
not the distempered thoughts of a factionist. He never allowed his
feelings to be warped by a selfish regard for party advancement. He knew
no party, but generously devoted his whole soul to the cause of his
country, and in defense of the rights of mankind. In his old age his
greatest glory was, that he had always written and spoken openly in
defense of liberty and against slavery.
The truths which he wrote in his matured years, as applying to the
condition of his unfortunate country, were but repetitions of the faith
of his youth, as he had powerfully expressed it in his Comus.
“Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictates of spare temperance:
If every just man, that now pines with want,
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly pampered luxury
Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,
Nature’s full blessings would be well dispens’d,
In unsuperfluous even proportion,
And she no whit encumbered with her store:
And then the giver would be better thanked,
His praise due paid; for swinish gluttony
Ne’er looks to heaven amidst his gorgeous feast
But with besotted, base ingratitude,
Crams and blasphemes his feeder.”
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