[74] Parliamentary History, Vol. XVIII. p. 1050. [75] Parliamentary History, Vol. XVIII. p. 1356. [76] Parliamentary History, Vol. XIX. pp. 259, 260. [77] Ibid., p. 315. [78] Ibid., p. 904. [79] Ibid., p. 1190. [80] Franklin, Works, Vol. VIII. p. 194. [81] Franklin, Works, Vol. IX. p. 350. [82] John Adams, Works, Vol. III. p. 379. [83] Jay, Life of John Jay, Vol. I. p. 140; Vol. II. p. 101 [84] Alaman, _Disertaciones sobre la Historia de la Republica Megicana_, Tomo III. pp. 351, 352. [85] Alaman, _Disertaciones_, Tomo III. p. 333. [86] Burnaby, Travels in North America, Preface, p. 10. [87] John Adams, Works, Vol. VII p. 484 [88] John Adams, Works, Vol. III. p. 234. [89] Currie, Life and Works of Burns, p. 266, Grahame, History of United States, Vol. IV. p. 462. [90] Parliamentary History, Vol. XXXI. p. 627. [91] Annual Message to Congress of 2d December, 1823. [92] Rush, Memoranda of Residence at London, Vol. II. p. 458: Wheaton, Elements of International Law, pp. 97-112, Dana's note. [93] Stapleton, Life of Canning, Vol. II. pp. 46, 47. [94] Canning, Speeches, Vol. VI. pp. 108, 109. [95] In the original text of Alaman this is printed in large capitals, and it is explained in a note as said by Lucan in his Pharsalia, with regard to Pompey. [96] Alaman, _Historia_, Tomo V. pp. 954, 955. [97] By Jonathan M. Sewall, in an epilogue to Addison's tragedy of "Cato," written in 1778 for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, N. H. [98] Jefferson's Works, Vol. V. p. 444. [99] Jefferson's Works, Vol. V. p. 444. [100] Ibid., Vol. VII. p. 316. See also pp. 288, 299. SUNSHINE AND PETRARCH. Near my summer home there is a little cove or landing by the bay, where nothing larger than a boat can ever anchor. I sit above it now, upon the steep bank, knee-deep in buttercups, and amid grass so lush and green that it seems to ripple and flow instead of waving. Below lies a tiny beach, strewn with a few bits of driftwood and some purple shells, and so sheltered by projecting walls that its wavelets plash but lightly. A little farther out, the sea breaks more roughly over submerged rocks, and the waves lift themselves, ere breaking, in an indescribable way, as if each gave a glimpse through a translucent window, beyond which all ocean's depths might be clearly seen. On the right side of my retreat a high wall limits the view, while on the left the crumbling parapet of Fort Greene stands out into the foreground, its grassy scarp so relieved against the blue water, that each inward-bound schooner seems to sail into a cave of grass. In the middle distance is a white lighthouse, and beyond lie the round tower of old Fort Louis and the soft low hills of Conanicut.