le.
The spectators who look on the struggle may prepare to hear a
crash, as if the very ribs of nature had broke!_" ...

Once more into the lion--or lioness--for it does not appear exactly
which this time!

"We are one people and one country, and have one interest and one
destiny, which, if we live up to, _though it may not free us to
follow the British lion round the world in blood and slaver_, will
end in _her_ expulsion from this continent, which _he_ rests not
upon but to pollute!"

Mr Kennedy's solicitude for the rising generation is very touching--

"Where shall we find room for all our people, unless we have
Oregon? What shall we do with all those little white-headed boys
and girls--God bless them!--that cover the Mississippi valley, as
the flowers cover the western prairies?"

In order to show the truly awful and more than Chinese populousness of
this ancient State of Indiana, which was admitted into the Union so long
ago as 1816, we may observe that its superficial extent is thirty-six
thousand square miles, or twenty-three millions and forty thousand
acres. The population in 1840, black and white all told, amounted to the
astounding number of six hundred and eighty-five thousand eight hundred
and sixty-six, or about one-third of that of London! The adjoining
states of Illinois and Missouri are still less densely peopled.

Mr Kennedy's opinions touching the British government--

"Cannibal-like, it fed one part of its subjects upon the other. She
drinks the blood and sweat, and tears the sinews of its labouring
millions to feed a miserable aristocracy. England is now seen
standing in the twilight of her glory; but a sharp vision may see
written upon her walls, the warning that Daniel interpreted for the
Babylonish king--'Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin!'"

We cannot help the confusion of genders. It's so writ down in the
_Globe_, as are all our quotations--_verbatim_. Here comes a fine "death
or glory" blast--

"Why is it that, after all, we should so dread the shock of war? We
all have to die, whether in our beds or in the battle-field. _Who
of you all, when roused by the clangour of Gabriel's trump, would
not rather appear in all the bloom of youth, bearing upon your
front the scar of the death-wound received in defence of your
country's right, than with the wrinkled front of dishonoured age