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Wherefore the stir? ’Tis but a common cause Of cottage plunder: yet in every eye Sits expectation;—murmuring whispers fly Along the crowded court;—and then a pause;— And then a clear, crisp voice invokes the laws, With such a full and rapid mastery Of sound and sense, such nice propriety, Such pure and perfect taste, that scarce the applause Can be to low triumphant words chained down Or more triumphant smiles. Yes, this is he, The young and eloquent spirit, whose renown Makes proud his birth place! a high destiny Is his; to climb to honour’s palmy crown By the strait path of truth and honesty.”