our country's soil.

Gentlemen may boast of their insensibility to feelings inspired by the
contemplation of such events. But I would ask, does the recollection of
Bunker's Hill, Saratoga, and Yorktown, afford no pleasure? Every act of
noble sacrifice of the country, every instance of patriotic devotion to her
cause, has its beneficial influence. A nation's character is the sum of its
splendid deeds; they constitute one common patrimony, the country's
inheritance. They awe foreign powers; they arouse and animate our own
people. I love true glory. It is this sentiment which ought to be
cherished; and, in spite of cavils, and sneers, and attempts to put it
down, it will rise triumphant, and finally conduct this nation to that
height, to which nature and nature's God have destined it.
H. Clay.


CXXXII.

BRUTUS ON THE DEATH OF CASAR.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause; and be silent, that
you may hear. Believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor,
that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses,
that you may be the better judge. If there be any in this assembly,--any
dear friend of Casar's--to him I say, that Brutus' love to Casar was not
less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Casar,
this is my answer: Not that I loved Casar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Had you rather Casar were living, and die all slaves; than that Casar were
dead, to live all freemen? As Casar loved me, I weep for him; as he was
fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was