Tis distance lends enchantment to the view
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began,
The foe of tyrants and the friend of man.

Gentlemen, you must not mistake me. I admit that he is the sworn foe of our nation, and, if you will, of the whole human race. But, gentlemen, we must be just to our enemy. We must not forget that he once shot a bookseller.