The following speech, delivered by
Patrick Henry March 23, 1775, in the Convention of Delegates of Virginia,
sounded the death knell of British rule in the Colonies:
Mr. President: It is
natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes
against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she
transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and
arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of
those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so
nearly concern their temporal salvation?
For my part, whatever
anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth-to know the
worst, and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided,
and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future
but by the past; and, judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been
in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those
hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the
House.
Let us not, I beseech you,
sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done
to avert the storm that is now coming on. We have, petitioned; we have
remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the
throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of
the ministry and Parliament.
They tell us, sir, that we
are weak-unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be
stronger? Wilt it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are
totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the
means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the
delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?
Sir, we are not weak if we
make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our
power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in
such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our
enemy can send against us.
Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone; there is a just
God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends
to fight our battles for us. The battle is not to the strong alone: it is to
the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Besides, sir, we -have no
election. If we were base 'enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire
from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submission or slavery! Our
chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war
is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir; Let it come!
It is in vain, sir, to
extenuate the matter. Gentle men roay cry "Peace! peace!" but there
is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the
north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are
already in the field! Why stand we here idle?
What is it that gentlemen
wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased
at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what
course others may take, but, as for me, give me liberty, or give me death.
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