possibly from popular delusion.  But he has put to hazard his ease, his security, his interest, his power, even his darling popularity, for the benefit of a people whom he has never seen.  This is the road that all heroes have trod before him.  He is traduced and abused for his supposed motives.  He will remember that obloquy is a necessary ingredient in the composition of all true glory:  he will remember that it was not only in the Roman customs, but it is in the nature and constitution of things, that calumny and abuse are essential parts of triumph.  These thoughts will support a mind which only exists for honor under the burden of temporary reproach.  He is doing, indeed, a great good,—­such as rarely falls to the lot, and almost as rarely coincides with the desires, of any man.  Let him use his time.  Let him give the whole length of the reins to his benevolence.  He is now on a great eminence, where the eyes of mankind are turned to him.  He may live long, he may do much; but here is the summit:  he never can exceed what he does this day.

He has faults; but they are faults that, though they may in a small degree tarnish the lustre and sometimes impede the march of his abilities, have nothing in them to extinguish the fire of great virtues.  In those faults there is no mixture of deceit, of hypocrisy, of pride, of ferocity, of complexional despotism, or want of feeling for the distresses of mankind.  His are faults which might exist in a descendant of Henry the Fourth of France, as they did exist in that father of his country.  Henry the Fourth wished that he might live to see a fowl in the pot of every peasant in his kingdom.  That sentiment of homely benevolence was worth all the splendid sayings that are recorded of kings.  But he wished perhaps for more than could be obtained, and the goodness of the man exceeded the power of the king.  But this gentleman, a subject, may this day say this at least with truth,—­that he secures the rice in his pot to every man in India.  A poet of antiquity thought it one of the first distinctions to a prince whom he meant to celebrate, that through a long succession of generations he had been the progenitor of an able and virtuous citizen who by force of the arts of peace had corrected governments of oppression and suppressed wars of rapine.

    Indole proh quanta juvenis, quantumque daturus
    Ausoniae populis ventura in saecula civem! 
    Ille super Gangem, super exauditus et Indos,
    Implebit terras voce, et furialia bella
    Fulmine compescet linguae.—­

This was what was said of the predecessor of the only person to whose eloquence it does not wrong that of the mover of this bill to be compared.  But the Ganges and the Indus are the patrimony of the fame of my honorable friend, and not of Cicero.  I confess I anticipate with joy the reward of those whose whole consequence, power, and authority exist only for the benefit of mankind; and I carry my mind