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support the established religion, of excluding men from office on account of their religious tenets, of bribery and corruption, should ever be seriously claimed, save by those who are personally interested in sustaining so bloated and rotten a system. Yet are these rights asserted not only by a blood-sucking, and profligate priesthood, but by very many who, judging that the elements of present prosperity must be the same as those of the past, far from considering these abuses as so many incubi on their institutions, maintain them as the very corner-stone of the British constitution. But the effects of this spirit of reverence are not less blinding nor less infatuating than those produced by an idea very generally prevalent in Great Britain, that it is impossible to alter in any manner their institutions without impairing their efficacy. The English constitution must be founded on a basis far less enduring than we should naturally inser, judging by its past history, if acknowledged defects cannot be remedied without endangering the whole structure. That it is a noble edifice even now with all its faults, no one can deny, but that it is possible, and even necessary, to change many of its fundamental maxims to suit the genius of the present age, is equally well ascertained. Common sense plainly proves that gradual but firm inroads must be made upon those institutions which have no claim on a free people except the antiquity of their origin. If a total subversion of the present government is feared by the conservative party, it does not become them, nor indeed is it their interest, to oppose every innovation; but they would do well to let the spirit of reform sate itself by causing wholesome changes, and not urge it to excess by a stubborn and headstrong resistance to it in its milder forms. We come now to consider another great party in England who are in favor of the modern and more liberal forms of government of which we have spoken, and whose existence with the avowed design of removing glaring abuses in the constitution of the government, would naturally render the gulf which separate Conservatives and Reformers immeasurably wide. The foundation of this party was based on the most patriotic and praiseworthy principles. Viewing with indignant sorrow the many increasing abuses both in the constitution and administration of the government, its founders endeavored to abate, is not to eradicate them by a system of salutary reform. Again, it was not their design to change the present form of government, on the contrary it was their constant endeavor to shun any such imputation; they wished to render a monarchy as perfect, and the people as sovereign, as under such circumstances they could be. It is however true that these noble principles have been greatly perverted since their first establishment, nor would we judge ourselves safe in asserting that there was no party in Great Britain looking to a dissolution of the monarchy. But it is these principles as they were first advocated, and as they are maintained by their

most enlightened supporters, with which we have to do. It would in our opinion save those much trouble, who wonder why the same institutions will not suit the present age, as those under which their forefathers lived, if they would recollect that just in proportion as the world grows older, the people grow wiser. And this being the case, and there being acknowledged defects in the government, there must be opposition to it from the source which this evil affects, and be the event what it may, whether a dissolution of the government or not, it is idle to suppose that the people will not use the remedy in their own hands. That the government is not now as near persection as it might be is evident; that a spirit of resorm is abroad is equally evident, and that the reasons advanced for sustaining the countless abuses in the government are entirely fallacious, common sense proclaims. Can we sail then as Americans, as lovers of liberty, as unbiassed spectators of this great contest, to prefer moderate reform to moderate conservatism, to cherish a fond hope of the eventual purging of this now soul Gehenna of political impurity. We speak not now, as we said before, of the excess or the abuse of these principles. No! there is nothing we would deprecate more earnestly than continued agitation in the political world, and there is nothing which is so subversive of rational liberty, as sudden and radical changes in the government. We are as much opposed to that delusively wicked scheme of arraying the poor against the rich, and to many other doctrines of radicalism, as we are to the most ultra conservatism, and believe them both equally inimical to the best interests of the people. But there is a mean between these extremes, for which all who love free principles and who desire that the English constitution should be imbued with their spirit should unceasingly contend. It is that rational administration of the government which has for its basis the interests of the people, and which is the only system ever devised consistent with reason and right. It is to this genius of reform that the spirit of the British constitution must ultimately conform itself, and we have strong presumptive evidence of the truth of this position in the growing intelligence of the people, and in their more extended knowledge of the principles which should regulate all governments. A word as to the probable influence of reform principles in England, and we have done. When we reflect what she is now, the mightiest power in Europe, the mistress of the seas, her resources and her energies unrivalled, and the wealth and enterprise of her sons unequalled—and all this under the curses of a profligate church establishment, of unequal and unjust representation, of burdens too grievous to be borne, and too varied here to enumerate, we catch but a saint glimpse of her glorious destiny if the work of reform now so nobly begun, should be carried out until these abuses are eradicated. Not only in England would this reform produce results the most beneficial, but it would shed a light over all her colonies and dependencies which would breathe new life into nations now oppressed and trodden in the dust. Then would Ireland be what she ought to be,

“Great, glorious, and free,
Fairest flower of the earth,
And brightest gem of the sea.”

Then would the whole world, incited by her example, cherish the spirit of liberty in its true dignity and power, and many nations guided by her experience, would hereafter rise up and call her blessed. Such are some of the probable results of that mighty system of reform now projected in Great Britain. Its motto and its destiny are onward. Cherished in the hearts of the good and noble of all nations, its successful issue cannot be doubted, while its power will ever be exercised where there is occasion for its action. S.

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The storm of war had passed. That name, which for a moment blazed like a meteor athwart the night of tyranny, filling with dismay the hosts of oppression, had gone out in darkness, and tensold deeper gloom hung over the unhappy Peruvians. But those scenes of blood which had filled with horror the surrounding nations, were only the germs of a mightier revolution.

The royal governor Canterac still ruled, with a rod of iron, a people whom tyranny had rendered almost desperate. In the year 1810, Don Eugenio Canterac, the only son of the viceroy, arrived in Lima. On the departure of his father from Spain, he, when very young, had been left behind to receive an education suitable for the station which he was designed to occupy. While at the university he became strongly attached to Don Simon Bolivar, a young American, from whom he received many glowing descriptions of the country in which he was destined to spend his life. After leaving the university and traveling in France, England and other European countries, the two friends arrived in South America, where they were for the first time separated, not however without an engagement to meet again, and pursue their professional studies at the same institution. The appearance of Eugenio at Lima was hailed with joy by the inhabitants, they scarcely knew why, for though his noble and commanding air inspired feelings of admiration and respect, still they had strong sears that he would prove their future oppressor. For several succeeding years after his arrival, he remained in Lima quietly pursuing his studies, the war at the north having prevented his meeting his early friend as had been anticipated. Much of his time was also spent in giving instruction to his only sister, who was several years younger than himself, and who, in the rapidity of her progress, both in science and literature, evinced a strength' and brilliancy of intellect that equally surprised and delighted him. In the artless modesty of her manner, also, there was a charm which surpassed all the beauty and accomplishments that he had witnessed amid the chivalric splendor of the court of Spain, and her beauty, wit and amiable cheerfulness, rendered her the life and delight of every circle in which she moved. But her countenance was not always bright. The watchful eye of her affectionate brother saw at times the light of her smiles fading away, a shade of deepest gloom stealing over her brow, and mingled in that expression of sadness, a mysterious dignity, that filled him with strange feelings of awe and admiration. Regarding his sister thus almost as a superior being,

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Eugenio noticed with pleasure her carelessness of the homage paid by her many admirers, and often cherished the secret hope that he might at some future period introduce to her acquaintance his early friend, whom alone he considered worthy to possess the hand of one like her. Neither did he abandon this hope, even when he knew that Bolivar was a leader in the rebellion against the power of Spain. At length, weary of his quiet mode of life, when all around was in agitation, he resolved to visit Venezuela, which was now the seat of war. On the evening previous to the day appointed for his departure, he sought the bower of his sister to bid her farewell. He was beginning to make an apology for his intrusion, but suddenly ceased in alarm, for as she looked up with a saint smile, he saw that her cheek was deadly pale and her eyes were swollen with weeping. “I am ever happy in your presence,” she said, quickly, “but leave me now, for a few moments, dear Eugenio, I would be alone.” He retired immediately, but concealed himself where he could observe all that passed. No sooner was she alone, than falling on the seat with convulsive emotions, she gave vent to her anguish in a paroxysm of tears. Eugenio rushed back, and raising her in his arms, said with tenderness, “Ah! my sister, my only beloved sister, why will you not make known to me the cause of your grief? Dare you not confide in your brother? Do I not love you better than all else P’’ “Yes,” said the trembling maiden, with emotion, “I know you love me. I would tell you all, but I may not. Thy father has threatened death to me if I disclose it.” “My father? what mean you Isabel ! tell me, I beseech you tell me; for I swear by all that's sacred in heaven, I will defend you with my last breath, even against my father.” “I will tell thee then, Eugenio, I am not thy sister. No, my father's name was Amaru, a name feared and hated by his enemies. Whilst fighting bravely for freedom he was taken by the armies of your father, who was determined, at one blow, to extirpate the race of the Incas, and with it the spirit of freedom. The soldiers seized my mother, my little brother, and myself.” Here sobs choked her utterance. As she continued in broken accents to relate how her father, after his tongue had been cut out, was drawn in quarters by horses, his mutilated body burnt to ashes and strewed to the winds; of the shocking murder of her mother, and her little brother torn from her, wildly screaming, and slain, Eugenio at first sat motionless and pale with horror, but as she proceeded, his face became red with indignation. He sprang upon his feet, clenched his hands in rage and agony, and cried aloud, “O Bolivar ! thou wast right! Tyrants, wolves, fiends, would ye not spare even helpless infancy!” “Thy father O heavens ! he will hear you ! we shall be discovered,” exclaimed Isabel, clinging to his arm, and bringing him to a sense of their danger.

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