Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription BOLIVAR'S APPEAL. 43
with the happiest and highest endowments, and by earth with the noblest sentiments of pride and country. When the music ceased, Zalabariata was about to apologize and to explain, but Bolivar again gently and affectionately arrested his utterance.
Fear nothing," said be. " Indeed, why should you fear ? I am in the greater danger here, if there be danger for any ; and I would as soon place my life in the keeping of that noble damsel, as in the arms of my mother. Let her remain, my friend ; let her bear and see all ; and above, do not attempt to apologize for her. She is my ally. Would that she could make these men of Bogota feel with herself�feel as she makes even me to feel."
The eloquence of the Liberator received a new impulse from that of the improvisatrice. I3e renewed his arguments and en-treaties in a different spirit. Ile denounced, in yet bolder language than before, that wretched pusillanimity which, quite as much, he asserted, as the tyranny of the Spaniard, was the curse under which the liberties of the country groaned and suffered.
And now, I ask," he continued, passionately, men of Bogota, if ye really purpose to deny yourselves all share in the glory and peril of the effort which is for your own emancipation. Are your brethren of the other provinces to maintain the conflict in your behalf, while, with folded hands, you submit, doing nothing for yourselves ? Will you not lift the banner also ? Will you not draw sword in your own honor, and the defence of your firesides and families ? Talk not to me of secret contributions. It is your manhood, not your money, that is needful for success. And can you withhold yourselves while you profess to hunger after that liberty for which other men are free to peril all�manhood, money, life, hope, everything but honor and the sense of freedom. But why speak of peril in this? Peril is everywhere. It is the inevitable child of life, natural to all conditions�to repose as well as action, to the obscurity which never goes abroad, as well as to that adventure which for ever seeks the field. You incur no more peril in openly braving your tyrant, all together as one man, than you do thus tamely sitting beneath his footstool, and trembling for ever lest his capricious will mny slay as it enslaves. Be you but