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“But, soaring in the sky over the nations that shall gather their
broods under their wings, that bloody hawk may hereafter be taken for
the eagle.
“And though crimson republics may rise in constellations, like fiery
Aldebarans, speeding to their culminations; yet, down must they sink at
last, and leave the old sultan-sun in the sky; in time, again to be
deposed.
“For little longer, may it please you, can republics subsist now, than
in days gone by. For, assuming that Mardi is wiser than of old;
nevertheless, though all men approached sages in intelligence, some
would yet be more wise than others; and so, the old degrees be
preserved. And no exemption would an equality of knowledge furnish,
from the inbred servility of mortal to mortal; from all the organic
causes, which inevitably divide mankind into brigades and battalions,
with captains at their head.
“Civilization has not ever been the brother of equality. Freedom was
born among the wild eyries in the mountains; and barbarous tribes have
sheltered under her wings, when the enlightened people of the plain
have nestled under different pinions.
“Though, thus far, for you, sovereign-kings! your republic has been
fruitful of blessings; yet, in themselves, monarchies are not utterly
evil. For many nations, they are better than republics; for many, they
will ever so remain. And better, on all hands, that peace should rule
with a scepter, than than the tribunes of the people should brandish
their broadswords. Better be the subject of a king, upright and just;
than a freeman in Franko, with the executioner’s ax at every corner.
“It is not the prime end, and chief blessing, to be politically free.
And freedom is only good as a means; is no end in itself Nor, did man
fight it out against his masters to the haft, not then, would he
uncollar his neck from the yoke. A born thrall to the last, yelping out
his liberty, he still remains a slave unto Oro; and well is it for the
universe, that Oro’s scepter is absolute.
“World-old the saying, that it is easier to govern others, than
oneself. And that all men should govern themselves as nations, needs
that all men be better, and wiser, than the wisest of one-man rulers.
But in no stable democracy do all men govern themselves. Though an army
be all volunteers, martial law must prevail. Delegate your power, you
leagued mortals must. The hazard you must stand. And though unlike King
Bello of Dominora, your great chieftain, sovereign-kings! may not
declare war of himself; nevertheless, has he done a still more imperial
thing:—gone to war without declaring intentions. You yourselves were
precipitated upon a neighboring nation, ere you knew your spears were
in your hands.
“But, as in stars you have written it on the welkin, sovereign-kings!
you are a great and glorious people. And verily, yours is the best and
happiest land under the sun. But not wholly, because you, in your
wisdom, decreed it: your origin and geography necessitated it. Nor, in
their germ, are all your blessings to be ascribed to the noble sires,
who of yore fought in your behalf, sovereign-kings! Your nation enjoyed
no little independence before your Declaration declared it. Your
ancient pilgrims fathered your liberty; and your wild woods harbored
the nursling. For the state that to-day is made up of slaves, can not
to-morrow transmute her bond into free; though lawlessness may
transform them into brutes. Freedom is the name for a thing that is
_not_ freedom; this, a lesson never learned in an hour or an age. By
some tribes it will never be learned.
“Yet, if it please you, there may be such a thing as being free under
Caesar. Ages ago, there were as many vital freemen, as breathe vital
air to-day.
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