But the outrages and injuries of England—­bred up in the principles of the Revolution—­I can never palliate, much less defend them.  I well remember flying, with my mother and her new-born child, from Arnold and Philips; and we were driven by Tarleton and other British Pandours from pillar to post, while her husband was fighting the battles of his country.  The impression is indelible on my memory; and yet (like my worthy old neighbor, who added seven buckshot to every cartridge at the battle of Guilford, and drew fine sight at his man) I must be content to be called a Tory by a patriot of the last importation.  Let us not get rid of one evil (supposing it possible) at the expense of a greater; mutatis mutandis, suppose France in possession of the British naval power—­and to her the trident must pass should England be unable to wield it—­what would be your condition?  What would be the situation of your seaports, and their seafaring inhabitants?  Ask Hamburg, Lubec!  Ask Savannah! * * *

Shall republicans become the instruments of him who has effaced the title of Attila to the “scourge of God!” Yet, even Attila, in the falling fortunes of civilization, had, no doubt, his advocates, his tools, his minions, his parasites, in the very countries that he overran; sons of that soil whereon his horse had trod; where grass could never after grow.  If perfectly fresh, instead of being as I am, my memory clouded, my intellect stupefied, my strength and spirits exhausted, I could not give utterance to that strong detestation which I feel toward (above all other works of the creation) such characters as Gengis, Tamerlane, Kouli-Khan, or Bonaparte.  My instincts involuntarily revolt at their bare idea.  Malefactors of the human race, who have ground down man to a mere machine of their impious and bloody ambition!  Yet under all the accumulated wrongs, and insults, and robberies of the last of these chieftains, are we not, in point of fact, about to become a party to his views, a partner in his wars? * * *

I call upon those professing to be republicans to make good the promises, held out by their republican predecessors, when they came into power; promises which, for years afterward, they honestly, faithfully fulfilled.  We have vaunted of paying off the national debt, of retrenching useless establishments; and yet have now become as infatuated with standing armies, loans, taxes, navies, and war as ever were the Essex Junto!

ADMISSION OF LOUISIANA.

JOSIAH QUINCY,

—­Of Massachusetts.’ (Born 1772, died 1864.)

ON THE ADMISSION OF LOUISIANA—­HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES, JAN. 14, 1811.

MR. SPEAKER: