With this object in view, he has long shared in your toils, and mingled in your dangers.

He has felt the cold hand of poverty without a murmur, and has seen the insolence of wealth without a sigh.

But too much under the direction of his wishes, and sometimes weak enough to mistake desire for opinion, he has until lately--very lately--believed in the justice of his country.

He hoped that, as the clouds of adversity scattered, and as the sunshine of peace and better fortune broke in upon us, the coldness and severity of government would relax, and that more than justice, that gratitude would blaze forth upon those hands which had upheld her in the darkest stages of her passage from impending servitude to acknowledged independence.

But faith has its limits, as well as temper, and there are points beyond which neither can be stretched without sinking into cowardice, or plunging into credulity.