THE coll III BIAN FOUN TAIN

D Al L v.

PUBLISHED ny ULYSSES WARD.

D. c.. THURSDAY. MARCH S. 1916.
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stead. of virtue and honor, his heart was
filled with, and his actions governed by,
hatred, envy, revenge, and a host of other
vicious habits and passions. He was one
of those pests to society, and that libel up
on humanity,a professed duelist. And he
was one who, though stained with the
blood of several Of ,his fellow-5eings, and
guilty Of many other crimes which would
have blasted forever the prospects Of any
one in more humble sphere, was fawned
upon by the higher circles Of society, and
was received and welcomed into What is
called fashionable life.


After Woodwork had concluded, Cliff
ford arose. The eyes Of many of the wsest
and greatest of this country, as well as of
Europe, were fixed upon the young orator
1t was his first effort in the house, and he
was almost abashed. With low and
quivering voice, and trembling frame, he
commenced. The crowd moved nearer
to catch his words, to which they listened
with deep, intense interest," The orator
became encouraged; his voice grew more
and more elevated; his manner was no lon
ger confused, and his eyes sparkled with
feeling. He enter into cleared elucidation
Of the question, showed its Importance, and
the good or injury that would result from
its decision. He then reviewed the argu-
ments set forth by Wordsworth, and ably
proved that Wordsworth gave untenable
assertions for proofs, irreconcilable contra
dictions, and broken metaphors for sublime
illustrations. Abruptness, irrelevancy, and
incongruity swept Woodsworth'st thoughts
from the memory down to the gulf of con-
fusion, and thence, they dashed rapidly
through the auditory's minds, and no more
left trace or impression, thant the clear wa
ter does on the crystal vase out of which
it is poured. Clifford's ideas were clothed
in elegant diction, and the flowing harmony
of his language, over which lofty sentiments
shed lambent and sparkling beauty, was as
free as the vernal breeze. Wordsworth
rolled his sentences in a rushing torrent,
whose sound,. like the roar ofthe pealing
thunder, alarmed the heart and grated the
ear; but Clifford in that melody-murmur-
ing stream which n.odulates 4" the mu.
sic of thought" True eloquehce is a gift


which education or study cannot bestow
as like the /" holy fire Of poetrMy its ethe.
real flame of inspiration must be caught
from the lightnings of heaven, and its solar
pathway must be only pursued by the soar
ing eagles of genius.