we may show to all the world how little we have profited by our own recent experience?  Would they have us wait, that we may once again hit the exact point where we can neither refuse with authority, nor concede with grace?  Would they have us wait, that the numbers of the discontented party may become larger, its demands higher, its feelings more acrimonious, its organisation more complete?  Would they have us wait till the whole tragicomedy of 1827 has been acted over again? till they have been brought into office by a cry of ‘No Reform,’ to be reformers, as they were once before brought into office by a cry of ‘No Popery’, to be emancipators?  Have they obliterated from their minds—­gladly, perhaps, would some among them obliterate from their minds—­the transactions of that year?  And have they forgotten all the transactions of the succeeding year?  Have they forgotten how the spirit of liberty in Ireland, debarred from its natural outlet, found a vent by forbidden passages?  Have they forgotten how we were forced to indulge the Catholics in all the license of rebels, merely because we chose to withhold from them the liberties of subjects?  Do they wait for associations more formidable than that of the Corn Exchange, for contributions larger than the Rent, for agitators more violent than those who, three years ago, divided with the King and the Parliament the sovereignty of Ireland?  Do they wait for that last and most dreadful paroxysm of popular rage, for that last and most cruel test of military fidelity?  Let them wait, if their past experience shall induce them to think that any high honour or any exquisite pleasure is to be obtained by a policy like this.  Let them wait, if this strange and fearful infatuation be indeed upon them, that they should not see with their eyes, or hear with their ears, or understand with their heart.  But let us know our interest and our duty better.  Turn where we may, within, around, the voice of great events is proclaiming to us, Reform, that you may preserve.  Now, therefore, while everything at home and abroad forebodes ruin to those who persist in a hopeless struggle against the spirit of the age, now, while the crash of the proudest throne of the Continent is still resounding in our ears, now, while the roof of a British palace affords an ignominious shelter to the exiled heir of forty kings, now, while we see on every side ancient institutions subverted, and great societies dissolved, now, while the heart of England is still sound, now, while old feelings and old associations retain a power and a charm which may too soon pass away, now, in this your accepted time, now, in this your day of salvation, take counsel, not of prejudice, not of party spirit, not of the ignominious pride of a fatal consistency, but of history, of reason, of the ages which are past, of the signs of this most portentous time.  Pronounce in a manner worthy of the expectation with which this great debate has been anticipated, and of the long remembrance which it will leave behind.