O Liberty! Liberty! how many crimes are committed in thy name! MADAME ROLAND—_Macaulay._ _Mirabeau._ FREEDOM Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? BYRON—_Childe Harold._ Canto II. St. 67. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves howe’er contented, never know. COWPER—_Table Talk._ Line 260. He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides. COWPER—_The Task._ Bk. V. Line 733. When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. DRAKE—_The American Flag._ My angel—his name is Freedom,— Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. EMERSON—_Boston Hymn._ Yes, to this thought I hold with firm persistence; The last result of wisdom stamps it true; He only earns his freedom and existence Who daily conquers them anew. GOETHE—_Faust._ Know ye why the Cypress tree as Freedom’s tree is known? Know ye why the Lily fair as Freedom’s flower is shown? Hundred arms the Cypress has, yet never plunder seeks; With ten well-developed tongues the Lily never speaks! OMAR KHAYYAM—Frederich Bodenstedt, Translator. What is freedom? Rightly understood, A universal license to be good. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. A RHAPSODY BY CASSIUS MARCELLUS CLAY I may be an enthusiast; but I cannot but give utterance to the conceptions of my own mind. When I look upon the special developments of European civilization; when I contemplate the growing freedom of the cities, and the middle class which has sprung up between the pretenders to divine rule on the one hand, and the abject serf on the other; when I consider the Reformation, and the invention of the press, and see, on the southern shore of the continent, an humble individual, amidst untold difficulties and repeated defeats, pursuing the mysterious suggestions which the mighty deep poured unceasingly upon his troubled spirit, till at last, with great and irrepressible energy of soul, he discovered that there lay in the far western ocean a continent open for the infusion of those elementary principles of liberty which were dwarfed in European soil,—I conceive that the hand of destiny was there!