to show his contempt of death; or who wastes fair cities or depopulates rich provinces,—­to spread far the terrors of his name—­who is admired and praised as the true hero and friend of mankind;—­but the man, who, in obedience to the public voice, appears in arms for the salvation of his country, shuns no perils in a just cause, endeavors to alleviate instead of increase the calamities of war, and whose aim is to strengthen and adorn the temple of liberty, as resting on the immovable basis of virtue and religion.  The voice of justice and the voice of suffering humanity forbid us to bestow the palm of true valor on the mad exploits of the destroyers of mankind.

Washington’s delight was to save, not to destroy.  His greatest glory is that with small armies and the loss of few lives—­compared with the wastes of other wars—­he made his country free and happy.

ROBERT DAVIDSON.

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Brave without temerity, laborious without ambition, generous without prodigality, noble without pride, virtuous without severity—­Washington seems always to have confined himself within those limits where the virtues, by clothing themselves in more lively but more changeable and doubtful colors, may be mistaken for faults.  Inspiring respect, he inspires confidence, and his smile is always the smile of benevolence.

MARQUIS CHASTELLEUX.

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God has given this nation many precious gifts; but the chief gift of all, the one, we may say, which has added something to every other one, is the gift of this great soldier, this great statesman, this great and good man, this greatest of all Americans, past, present—­past, if not to come.  Our heritage from him is illustrious above all others.

ANONYMOUS.

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  Great without pomp, without ambition brave,
  Proud, not to conquer fellow-men, but save;
  Friend to the weak, a foe to none but those
  Who plan their greatness on their brethrens’ woes;
  Aw’d by no titles—­undefil’d by lust—­
  Free without faction—­obstinately just;
  Warm’d by religion’s sacred, genuine ray,
  That points to future bliss the unerring way;
  Yet ne’er control’d by superstition’s laws,
  That worst of tyrants in the noblest cause.

—­From a London Newspaper.

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Extract from a translation of a Dutch Ode to Washington.  Dr. O’Calla has made a literal translation; Alfred B. Street, of Albany, the poetical translation.

  No lofty monument thy greatness needs;
    The freedom which America from thee
  Received, and happiness of thy great deeds
    The everlasting monument shall be.

  Thy proud foot trampled on the British chain;
    But O! beware lest some false foreign power
  Rivet his fetters on thy land again,
    For despots smile while waiting for their hour.