[Transcriber's Notes:
Welcome to the schoolroom of 1900. The moral tone is plain. "She is kind
to the old blind man/'
The exercises are still suitable, and perhaps more helpful than some
contemporary alternatives. Much is left to the teacher. Explanations given
in the text are enough to get started leaching a child to read and write.
Counting in Roman numerals is included as a bonus in the form of lesson
numbers.
The form of contractions includes a space. The contemporary word
"don't" was rendered as "do n't".
The author, not listed in the text, is William Holmes McGuffey.
Passages using non-ASCI characters are approximately rendered in the
text version. The DOC and PDF versions include the original images.
The section numbers are decimal in the Table of Contents but are in
Roman Numerals in the body.
Don Kostuch
end transcriber's notes]
She sits, inclining forward as To speak.
Her lips half-open, and her finger up.
As though she said, "Beware!"
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Preface
In the SIXTH READER, the general plan of the revision of
McGUFFEY'S SERIES has been carefully carried out to completion.
That plan has been to retain, throughout, those characteristic features
of McGUFFEY'S READERS, which have made the series so popular, and
caused their widespread use throughout the schools of the country. At the
same time, the books have been enlarged: old pieces have been
exchanged for new wherever the advantage was manifest: and several
new features have been incorporated, which it is thought will add largely
to the value of the series.
In the revision of the SIXTH READER, the introductory matter has
been retained with but little change, and it will he found very valuable for
elocutionary drill. In the preparation of this portion of the work, free use
was made of the writings of standard authors upon Elocution, such as
Walker. McCulloch. Sheridan Knowles, Ewing, Pinnock, Scott, Bell,
Graham. Mylins, Wood, Rush, and many others.
In making up the Selections for Reading, great care and deliberation
have been exercised. The best pieces of the old book are retained in the
REVISED SIXTH, and to the these been added a long list of selections
from the best English and American literature. Upwards of one hundred
leading authors are represented (see "Alphabetical List, of Authors," page
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REVISED READERS, wherever it was possible to do so, the selections
have been compared, and made to conform strictly with the originals as
they appear in the latest editions authorized by the several writers.
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iv PREFACE.
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present the same instructive merit and healthful moral tone which gave
the preceding edition its high reputation.
Two new features of the REVISED SIXTH deserve especial attention--
the explanatory notes, and the biographical notices of authors. The first,
in the absence of a large number of books of reference, are absolutely
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believed that in all cases they will add largely to the interest and
usefulness of the lessons.
The biographical notices, if properly used, are hardly of less value than
the lessons themselves. They have been carefully prepared, and are
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INTRODUCTION.
SUBJECT.
PAGE
L ARTICULATION
11
II. INFLECTION
18
III. ACCENT AND EMPHASIS
33
IV. INSTRUCTIONS FOR READING VERSE
39
V. THE VOICE
40
VI. GESTURE
55
SELECTIONS FOR READING,
TITLE-
AUTHOR- PAGE.
1 . Anecdote of the Duke of Newcastle
Blackwood's Magazine,
63
2. The Needle
Samuel Woodworth.
67
3. Dawn
Edward Everelt.
68
4. Description of a Storm
Benjamin Disraeli.
70
5. After the Thunderstorm
James Thomson.
72
6. House Cleaning
Francis Hopkinson.
73
7. Schemes of Life often Illusory
Samuel Johnson.
78
8. The Brave Old Oak
Henry Fothergill Chorley.
81
9. The Artist Surprised
82
10. Pictures of Memory
Alice Gary.
88
IL The Morning Oratorio
Wilson Flagg.
90
12. Short Selections in Poetry:
I. The Cloud
John Wilson,
94
II. My Mind
William Byrd.
94
IIL A Good Name
William Shakespeare.
95
V. Sunrise
James Thomson.
95
V. Old Age and Death
Edmund Waller.
95
VI. Milton
John Dryden.
96
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VI
CONTENTS.
TITLE.
13. Death of Little Nell
14. Vanity of Life
15. A Political Pause
16. My Experience in Elocution
17. Elegy in a Country Churchyard
1 8. Tact and Talent
19. Speech before the Virginia Convention
20. The American Flag
21. Ironical Eulogy on Debt
22. The Three Warnings
23. The Memory of Our Fathers
24. Short Selections in Prose:
I. Dryden and Pope
II. Las Casas Dissuading from Battle
III. Action and Repose
IV. Time and Change
V. The Poet
VI. Mountains
25- The Jolly Old Pedagogue
26. The Teacher and Sick Scholar.
27. The Snow Shower
28. Character of Napoleon Bonaparte
29. Napoleon at Rest
30. War
31 . Speech of Walpole in Reproof of Mr. Pi
32. Pitt's Reply to Sir Robert Walpole
33. Character of Mr. Pitt
34. The Soldier's Rest
35. Henry V. to his Troops
36. Speech of Paul on Mars' Hill
37. God is Everywhere
38. Lafayette and Robert Raikes
39. Fall of Cardinal Wolsey
40. The Philosopher
41. Marmion and Douglas
42. The Present
43- The Baptism
44. Sparrows
45. Observance of the Sabbath
46. God's Goodness to Such as Fear Him
47. Character of Columbus
48. "He Giveth His Beloved Sleep."
49- Description of a Siege
50. Marco Bozzaris
AUTHOR. PAGE.
Charles Dickens.
96
Johann Gottfried von Herder.
100
Charles James Fox.
102
John Neal.
104
Thomas Gray.
108
113
Patrick Henry.
115
Joseph Rodman Drake.
1 19
121
Hester Lynch Thrale.
124
Lyman Beecher.
128
Samuel Johnson.
130
R.B. Sheridan.
130
John Ruskin.
131
Sir Humphry Davy.
131
William Ellery Channing.
132
William Howitt.
132
George Arnold.
133
Charles Dickens.
135
William Cullen Bryant.
141
Charles Phillips.
143
John Pierpont.
146
Charles Sumner.
148
:t Sir R. Walpole.
151
William Pitt.
152
Henry Gratlan.
154
Sir Walter Scott.
156
William Shakespeare.
158
Bible.
160
Joseph Hutton.
161
Thomas S. Grimke'.
163
William Shakespeare,
167
John P. Kennedy.
171
Sir Walter Scott.
176
Adelaide Anne Procter-
178
John Wilson.
180
Adeline D. Train Whitney.
185
Gardiner Spring.
186
Bible.
189
Washington Irving.
192
Elizabeth B. Browning.
195
Sir Walter Scott
197
Fitz-Greene Halleck.
202
CONTENTS.
VII
TITLE.
51. Song of the Greek Bard
52. North American Indians
53. Lochiel's Warning
54. On Happiness of Temper
55. The Fortune Teller
56. Renzi's Address to the Romans
57. The Puritan Fathers of New England
58. Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
59. Necessity of Education
60. Riding on a Snowplow
6i. The Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius
62. The Quack
63. Rip Van Winkle
64. Bill and Joe
65. Sorrow for the Dead
66. The Eagle
67. Political Toleration
68. What Constitutes a Stale?
69. The Brave at Home
70. South Carolina
71. Massachusetts and South Carolina
72. The Church Scene from Evangeline
73. Song of the Shirt
74. Diamond cut Diamond.
75. Thanatopsis
76. Indian Jugglers
77. Antony over Caesar's Dead Body
78. The English Character
79. The Song of the Potter.
80. A Ho( Day in New York
81. Discontent. --An Allegory
82. Jupiter and Ten.
83. Scene from "The Poor Genlleman'
84. My Mother's Picture
85. Death of Samson
86. An Evening Adventure
87. The Barefoot Boy
88. The Glove and the Lions
89. The Folly of Intoxication
90. Starved Rock
91 . Prince Henry and Falslaff.
92. Studies,
93. Surrender of Granada.
94. Hamlet's Soliloquy.
AUTHOR. PAGE.
Lord George Gordon Byron. 205
Charles Sprague. 209
Thomas Campbell. 2 1 1
Oliver Goldsmith. 215
Henry Mackenzie. 218
Mary Russell Mitford. 221
F. W. P. Greenwood. 223
Felicia Dorothea Hemans. 226
Lyman Beecher. 228
Benjamin Franklin Taylor. 231
William Shakespeare. 284
John Tobin. 238
Washington Irving. 242
Oliver Wendell Holmes. 240
Washington Irving. 249
James Gates Percival. 251
Thomas Jefferson. 253
Sir William Jones. 255
Thomas Buchanan Read. 256
Robert Young Hayne. 257
Daniel Webster. 259
H, W. Longfellow. 262
Thomas Hood. 266
E'douard Rene' Lefebvre-Laboulaye. 269
William Cullen Bryant. 275
William Hazlitt. 278
William Shakespeare, 281
William Hickling Prescott. 286
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 290
William Dean Howells. 292
Joseph Addison, 295
James T. Fields. 301
George Colman. 303
William Cowper. 310
John Millon. 312
315
John Greenieaf Wittier. 317
James Henry Leigh Hunt. 321
William Shakespeare. 322
Francis Parkman. 325
William Shakespeare. 327
Sir Francis Bacon. 332
Sir Edward George Bulwer-Lytton. 334
William Shakespeare. 339
Vlll
CONTENTS.
TITLE.
95. Ginevra
96. Inventions and Discoveries
97. Enoch Arden at the Window
98. Lochinvar
99. Speech on the Trial of a Murderer
100. The Closing Year
lOL A New City in Colorado
102. Importance of the Union
103- The Influences of the Sun
104. Colloquial Powers of Franklin
105. The Dream of Clarence
106. Homeward Bound
107. Impeachment of Warren Hastings
108. Destruction of the Carnatic
109. The Raven
110. A View ofthe Colosseum
111. The Bridge
112. Objects and Limits of Science
113. The Downfall of Poland.
114. Labor
1 [5, The Last Days of Herculaneum
1 I 6. How Men Reason
1 17. Thunderstorm on the Alps
118. Origin of Property
119. Battle of Waterloo
120. "With Brains, Sir"
121 . The New England PasJor
122. Death of Absalom
123. Abraham Davenport
124- The Falls of the Yosemite
125. A Psalm of Life
126. Franklin's Entry into Philadelphia,
127. Lines to a Waterfowl
128. Goldsmith and Addison
129. Immortality of the Soul
130. Character of Washington
131. Eulogy on Washington
132. The Solitary Reaper
133. Value of the Present
134. Happiness
135. Marion
136. A Common Thought
137. A Definite Aim in Reading
138. Ode to Mt. Blanc
AUTHOR, PAGE.
Samuel Rogers. 340
John Caldwell Calhoun. 344
Alfred Tennyson. 347
Sir Walter Scott, 350
Daniel Webster. 352
George Denison Prentice. 355
Helen Hunt Jackson. 358
Daniel Webster. 362
John Tyndall. 364
William Wirt. 366
William Shakespeare. 368
Richard H. Dana. Jr. 371
T. B. Macaulay. 375
Edmund Burke. 379
Edgar Allan Poe. 382
Orvilie Dewey. 389
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 392
Robert Charles Winthrop. 394
Thomas Campbell. 396
Horace Greeley. 398
Edwin Atherstone. 401
Oliver Wendell Holmes. 405
Lord Byron. 408
Sir William Blackstone. 410
Lord Byron. 415
John Brown. 417
Timothy Dwight. 410
Bible. 420
John Greenleaf Whittier. 424
Thomas Starr King. 426
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 429
Benjamin Franklin. 431
William Cullen Bryant, 434
William Makepeace Thackeray. 435
Joseph Addison. 438
Jared Sparks. 440
Henry Lee. 444
William Wordsworth. 446
Ralph Waldo Emerson. 447
Alexander Pope. 451
William Gilmore Simms. 453
Henry Timrod. 456
Noah Porter. 457
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 462
ALPHABETICAL LIST OF AUTHORS.
NAME
1. ADDISON. JOSEPH
2. ARNOLD. GEORGE
3. ATHERSTONE. EDWIN
4. BACON, SIR FRANCIS
5. BEECHER. LYMAN
6. BIBLE, THE
PAGE.
295. 43E
133
401
332
128, 22E
160, 189, 420
7. BLACKSTONE, SIR WILLIAM 410
8. BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE 63
9. BROWN, JOHN 417
10. BROWNING, ELIZABETH B. 195
I 1. BRYANT 141,275, 434
12. BULWER-LYTTON 334
13. BURKE, EDMUND 379
14. BYRD, WILLIAM 94
15. BYRON 205, 408, 415
16. CALHOUN, JOHN C. 344
17. CAMPBELL, THOMAS 21 I, 396
IE. GARY, ALICE SS
19. CHANNING, WILLLJAMELLERY 132
20. CHORLEY, H. F. SI
2L COLRIDGE. 462
22. COLMAN, GEORGE 303
23. COWPER 310
24. DANA, RICHARD H. JR. 371
25. DAVY, SIR HUMPHRY 131
26. DEWEY, ORVILLE 3S9
27. DICKENS 96, 135
28. DISRAELI, BENJAMIN 70
29. DRAKE, JOSEPH RODMAN 119
30. DRYDEN 96
31. D WIGHT, TIMOTHY 419
32. EMERSON 447
33. EVERETT 6S
34. FIELDS. JAMES T. 301
35. FLAGG, WILSON 90
36. FOX, CHARLES JAMES 102
37. FRANKLIN, BENJAMIN 431
NAME,
PAGE
38.
GOLDSMITH
215
39.
GRATTAN. HENRY
154
40.
GRAY, THOMAS
lOS
41.
GREELEY, HORACE
39S
42.
GREENWOOD, F. W. P.
223
43.
GRIMKE. THOMAS S.
163
44.
HALLECK. FITZ-GREEN
202
45.
HAYNE, ROBERT YOUNG
257
46.
HAZLITT, WILLIAM
27S
47.
HEMANS, FALICIA D.
226
48.
HENRY, PATRICK
] 15
19.
HOLMES
246, 405
50.
HOOD, THOMAS
266
51.
HOPKINSON, FRANCIS
73
52.
HOWELLS. W. D.
2 92
53.
HOWITT, WILLIAM
132
54.
HUNT, LEIGH
321
55.
HUTTON, JOSEPH
161
56.
IRVING 192
, 212, 249
57. JACKSON, HELEN HUNT 35S
58. JEFFERSON, THOMAS 253
59. JOHNSON, SAMUEL 78, 130
60. JONES, SIR WILLIAM 255
61. KENNEDY, JOHN P. 171
62. KING, THOMAS STARR 426
63. LEE, HENRY 444
64. LEFEBVRE-LABOULAYE 269
65. LONGFELLOW 262, 290, 392, 429
66. MACAULAY 375
67. MACKENZIE. HENRY 21 S
68. MILTON 312
69. MITFORD, MARY RUSSELL 221
70. NEAL, JOHN 104
71. PARKMAN. FRANCIS 325
72. PERCIVAL, J. G 251
73. PHILLIPS. CHARLES 143
74. PIERPONT, JOHN 146
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ALPHABETICAL LIST OF AUTHORS.
NAMR PAGE.
75. PITT 152
76. POE. EDGAR ALLAN 382
77. POPE 451
78. PORTER, NOAH 457
79. PRENTICE, GEO. D. 355
80. PRESCOTT 286
81. PROCTER, ADELAIDE ANNE 178
82. REACT. B. 256
83. ROGERS, SAMUEL 340
84. RUSKIN, JOHN 131
85. SCOTT 156,176,197.350
86. SHAKESPEARE. 95, 158. 167
234.281,322, 327, 339.368
87. SHERMAN, R. B. 130
88. SIMMS. WILLEAMGILMORE 453
89. SPARKS, JARED 440
90. SPRAGUE, CHARLES 209
91. SPRING, GARDINER 186
92. SUMNER 148
NAME PAGE.
93. TAYLOR. B.F. 231
94. TENNYSON 347
95. THACKERAY 435
96. THOMSON, JAMES 72,95
97. THRALE. HESTER LYNCH 124
98. TIMROD. HENRY 456
99.TOBIN, JOHN 238
100. TYNDALL 364
101. VON HERDER. J. G. 100
102. WALLER, EDMUND 95
103. WALPOLE 151
104. WEBSTER 259. 352, 362
105. WHITNEY, ADELINE D.T. 185
106. WHJTTIER 317,424
107. WILSON, JOHN 94. 180
108. WINTHROP, R.C. 394
109. WIRT, WILLIAM 366
110. WOODWORTH, SAMUEL 67
111. WORDSWORTH 440
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
GINEVRA
Drawn by H. F. Farney. Engraved by Timothy Cole.
DUKE OF NEWCASTLE
Drawn by H. F. Farney. Engraved by F.J u en ghng
Frontspiece
65
GRAY'S ELEGY
Drawn by Thomas Moran. Engraved by Henry Bogert.
112
MARMION
Drawn by C. S. Reinhart. Engraved by J. G. Smilhwick.
THE QUACK
Drawn by Howard Pyfe. Engraved by J. P. Davis.
Ill
240
DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND
Drawn by Alfred Kappes. Engraved by Timothy Cole.
272
THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS
Drawn by H. F. Farney. Engraved by Smithwick and French.
321
HERCULANEUM
Drawn by Charles D. Sauerwein. Engraved by Francis S. King.
401
INTRODUCTION.
The subject of Elocution, so far as it is deemed applicable to a work of
this kind, will be considered under the following heads, viz:
1. ARTICULATION.
2. INFLECTION.
3. ACCENT AND EMPHASIS,
4. READING VERSE.
5. THE VOICE.
6. GESTURE,
I. ARTICULATION.
Articulation is the utterance of the elementary sounds of a language,
and of their combinations-
As words consist of one or more elementary sounds, the first object of
the student should he to acquire the power of uttering those sounds with
distinctness, smoothness, tiw6 force. This result can be secured only by
careful practice, which must be persevered in until the learner has
acquired a perfect control of his organs of speech.
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12 ECLECTIC SERIES.
ELEMENTARY SOUNDS,
An Elementary Sound is a simple, distinct sound made by the organs
of speech.
The Elementary Sounds of the English language are divided into
Vocals, Subvocals^ and Aspirates.
VOCALS,
Vocals are sounds which consist of pure tone only. They are the most
prominent elements of all words, and il is proper that they should first
receive attention. A vocal may be represented by one letter, as in the word
hat^ or by two or more letters, as in heat^ beauty. A diphthong is a union
of two vocals, commencing with one and ending with the other. It is
usually represented by two letters, as in the words oil, boy, out, now.
Each of these can he uttered with great force, so as to give a distinct
expression of its sound, although the voice be suddenly suspended, the
moment the sound is produced. This is done by putting the lips, teeth,
tongue, and palate in their proper position, and then expelling each sound
from the throat in the same manner that the syllable "ah!" is uttered in
endeavoring to deter a child from something il is about to do; thus, a'--a'--
a'-.
Let the pupil he required to utter every one of the elements in the Table
with all possible suddenness and percussive force, until he is able to do it
with ease and accuracy. This must not he considered as accomplished
until he can give each sound with entire clearness, and with all the
suddenness of the crack of a rifle. Care must be taken that the vocal alone
be heard; there must be no consonantal sound, and no vocal sound other
than the one intended.
At first, the elementary sounds may be repealed by the class in concert;
then separately.
SIXTH READER.
13
TABLE OF VOCALS,
Long Sounds.
Sostnil
,7^ iji
Souiitf
as ifi
d
hjii^^
t
en
a
hare
i
pine
a
pass
o
no
a
far
oo
cool
n
fnTI
11
uibe
e
ev^^
11
bum
Short Sounds.
Smmd
as in
S I'll till
as in
a
m;n
o
hoi
e
mti
i>i
ho< >k
i
il
11
lis
oi, oy, as in oil, boy.
Diphthongs.
i^H^f
itoKtJdff,
^. s^
in liste.
J
e. flF^ in Sit.
a.
bare.
1, " pLiie.
^
' p^aa,
5, " no,
^
mr.
^, '" Cool.
». '
fall-
u» " Luba
^s '
L^ve.
tl^ " burn.
^cr0 iS^ti^kfi,
il, fk\}-
in mfi-t,
d, 0^ in hfit.
^f
■^ mSt^
<5&| " i:ni&k.
1,
' It,
% '' Qa,
ou, ow, as 111 out, now.
REMARK L--In this table, Ihe short sounds are nearly or quite the
same, in quantity^ as the long sounds. The difference consists chiefly in
quality. Let the pupil determine this fact by experiment.
REMARK IL--The vocals are often represented by olher letters or
combinations of letters than those used in the table: for instance, a is
represented by ai as in hail, by ea as in steak, etc.
REMARK in. --As a general rule, the long vocals and the diphthongs
should be articulated with full, clear utterance; but the short vocals have a
sharp, distinct, and almost explosive utterance. Weakness of speech
follows a failure to observe the first point, while drawling results from
carelessness with respect to the second.
SUBVOCALS AND ASPIRATES
Subvocals are those sounds in which the vocalized breath is more or
less obstructed.
Aspirates consist of breath only, modified by the voca! organs.
Words ending with subvocal sounds may be selected for practice on
the subvocals; words beginning or ending with aspirate sounds may be
used for practice on aspirates. Pronounce these words forcibly and
distinctly,
14
ECLECTIC SERIES.
several times in succession; then drop the other sounds, and repeat the
subvocals and aspirates alone. Lei the class repeat the words and
elements, at first, in concert: then separately.
TABLE OF SUBVOCALS AND ASPIRATES.
Subvocals,
as in
Aspirafes.
as in
b
babe
P
rap
d
bad
t
at
g
nag
k
book
J
judge
ch
rich
V
move
f
life
th
wilh
th
smith
z
buzz
s
hiss
z
azure (azh-)
sh
rii s h
w
wine
wh
what
StXlJV^HJf^lK.
A^iJiriM,
b, B& in Mbe.
p, Eta m rdbp.
d. " bfid.
ti " ate
& " ^^S-
fc^ '^ bd^ic,
h " J^^Se-
ch, " rich.
V, '' iiLtgve.
f, " life.
a, '^ wStb.
tb, " ainUli.
Zj " h^z
fl, " hlaa.
a, " azufe (Skah-).
ah, '"^ rush.
w, ■" win*.
wh, " what,
REM ARK. --These eighteen sounds make nine pairs of cognates. In
articulating the aspirates, the vocal organs are put in the position required
in the articulation of the corresponding subvocals; but the breath is
expelled with some force, without the utterance of any vocal sound. The
pupil should first verify this by experiment, and then practice on these
cognates.
The following subvocals and aspirate have no cognates:
SUBVOCAL
as in
SUBVOCAL
1
mill
"?
sing
m
rim
r
rule
n
run
V
yet
Brmr^kCALB.
], as m mill.
eg, ^ in BTng.
m, " rfm.
T, " rsl^.
n,. *' rhn
yr " yfi^
ASPIRATE,
h, as in hat.
SUBSTITUTES.
Substitutes are characters used to represent sounds ordinarily
represented by other characters.
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TABLE OF SUBSTITUTES,
Sub
for
as m
Sub
for
as m
a
wliat
V
i
hymn
e
a
there
c
s
cite
e
a
freight
c
k
cap
i
e
police
ch
sli
machine
i
e
sir
ch
k
chord
u
son
u
i
cage
00
to
n
ng
rink
00
would
s
z
rose
a
corn
s
sli
sugar
u
worm
X
SZ
examine
u
00
pull
gh
f
laugh
u
00
rude
Ph
f
sylph
y
i
mv
qu
k
pique
qu
kw
quick
a for 6, as in wh^t-
y for i, as
in hymn.
o •' a,
■■ tbSi'e.
? '
' s.
9lte.
B " a,
'* freight,
e '
' k,
' efep.
1 " 5,
" pQlY^e,
?li'
' Bh,
' maphlna
J " e,
" air.
eh-
' k,
' eliurd.
6 '■ a,
" eon,
g '
' J.
' S&gB.
Q " oG,
" tQ.
a '
' "g.
' ririlc.
o " rS),
wyuUl.
i '
' a,
roge,
6 '■ &,
" eoM.
a '
' sh
' sugar.
o " t,
" wopm.
n. '
' gK.
examine.
M " ot.,
" pi,ai.
gh='
■ 1',
liiu^.
U " (Jo.
" rijde.
pii'
* f;
' njlph.
* " h
" my.
qu'
' k
' pique.
qu foT kw, S& in quick,
FAULTS TO BE REMEDIED.
The most common faults of articulation are dropping an unaccented
vowel, sounding incorrectly an unaccented vowel, suppressing final
consonants, omitting or mispronouncing syllables, and blending words.
L Dropping an unaccented vocal.
EXAMPLES.
CORRECT
INCORRECT
CORRECT
INCORRECT
Gran'a-rv
gran'ry
a-ban'don
a-ban-d'n
im-mor'tal
im-mor-t'l
reg'u-lar
reg'lar
in-clem'ent
in-clem'nt
par-tic'u-lar
par-lic'lar
des'li-nv
des-t'ny
cal-cu-la'tian
cal-cl'a-sh'n
un-cer'lain
un-cer-t'n
oc-ca'sion
oc-ca-sh'n
em'i-nent
em'nenl
efi-gy
ef':ay
ag'o-ny
ag'ny
man 'i -fold
man Told
rev'er-ent
rev 'rent
cul'li-vate
cultVale
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2. Sounding incorrectly an unaccented vowe!
EXAMPLES,
CORRECT
INCORRECT
CORRECT
INCORRECT
Lam-en-la'-lioii
Tam-rm-ta-tion
terrible
ter lYfb-ble
eternal
e-ter-n^n
felony
fel-fr-nv
ob'sli-iiate
ob-stNii it
fel' low- ship
feller-ship
e-vent'
ifv-ent
calculate
cal-kf r-la*e
effort
wf-fort
reii'u-lar
ree-sv-lNr
EXERCISES.
The vocals most likely to be dropped or incorrectly sounded are
italicized.
He attended d/vine serv/ce regularly.
This is my particular request.
She is universally esteemed.
George is sens/ble of his fault.
This calculation is incorrect.
What a terrible calamity.
His eye through vast i'mmens/ty can pierce,
Observe these nice dependencies.
He is a formidable adversary.
He is generous to his friends.
A tempest desolated the land.
He preferred death to serv/tude,
God is the author of all things visible and invisible.
3. Suppressing the final subvocals or aspirates.
EXAMPLE
John an' James are frien's o' my father,
Gi' me some bread.
The want o' men is occasioned by the want o' money.
We seldom fine' men o' principle to ac' thus.
Beas' an' creepin' things were foun' there.
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EXERCISES.
He learn^(/ to write.
The mas/5 of the ship were cas^ down-
He entered the Wsts at the head of his Xroops,
He is the merries/ fellow in existence.
I regard not the world's opinion.
He has three assistan?^.
The depr/;5 of the sea.
She trusr^ too much to servanf5.
His attempts were fruitless.
He chanc ed to see a bee hovering over a flower.
4. Omitting or mispronouncing whole syllables.
EXAMPLES.
Correct
is improperly pronounced
Lit'er-ar-ry
lit-rer-ry
co-tem'po-ra-ry
co-lem-po-ry
het-er-o-^e'ne-ous
hel-ro-^e-nous
in-quis-i-to'ri-al
in-quis-i-lo-ral
mis'er-a-ble
mis-rer-ble
ac-com'pa-ni-ment
ac-comp-ner-ment
EXERCISE
He devoted his attention chiefly to literary pursuits.
He is a mis^/Y7ble creature.
His faults were owing to the degen^r^icy of the limes.
The manuscript was undeciph^/^vble.
His spirit was unconqu^/able-
Great industry was necessary for the performance of the task.
5. Blending the end of one word with the beginning of the next.
EXAMPLES
I court thy gif sno more.
The grove ywere God sfir 5temples.
6.-2.
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My hear hvas a mirror, that show' f/every treasure.
It reflecte f/each beautiful blosso mof pleasure.
Han d'me the slate.
This worl t/is all a fleeting show,
For man' 5illusion given.
EXERCISES.
The magistrates ought to arrest the rogues speedily.
The whirlwinds sweep the plain.
Link^f/ to thy side, through every chanct? I go.
But had he seen a/v actor m our days enacting Shakespeare.
Whaf awful sounds assail my ears?
We caugftf a glimpse^ of her.
Old age has on their lemplt^s shed her silver frost.
Our eagle shall rise mid the whirlwinf/s of war,
And dart through the dun clourf of battle his eye.
Then honor shall weav^ of the laure! a crown.
That beauty shall binf^ on the brow of the brave.
IL INFLECTION.
Inflection is a bending or sliding of the voice either upward or
downward.
The upward or rising inflection is an upward slide of the voice, and is
marked by the acute accent, thus. ('}; as,
Did you calT? Is he sick^?
The downward or falling inflection is a downward slide of the voice,
and is marked by the grave accent, thus, ('); as,
Where is London'? Where have you been'?
TIjc downward L>r fftlliiig iLfiection i» n. do^unward sEdc
of the voioa, siiul is marked hy the ^mve accx^nt, thuBj (^};
as.
Where Ls London^? Where havfl jon been''?
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Sonielinies both the rising and falling inflections are given to the same
sound. Such sounds are designated by the circumflex^ thus, (v) or thus,
{^). The former is called the rising circumflex; the latter, thQ falling
circumflex; as,
But nobody can bear the death of Clodius.
When several successive syllables are uttered without either the
upward or downward slide, they are said to be uttered in a monotone,
which is marked thus, {--); as.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll
EXAMPLES.
Does he read correctly' or incorrectly'?
In reading this sentence, the voice should slide somewhat as
represented in the following diagram:
Does he read cor-rectly or incorrect-ly?
If you said vinegar, I said sugar,
To be read thus:
If you said vinegar, I said sugar,
If you said yes, 1 said no.
To be read thus:
If you said yes, I said no.
What! did he say no?
To be read thus:
What! did he say no?
Bojuetim^ both Lh« rising fLUd ikllLdiCr inflet^Lictiig are givi^n
to the Bttiue Eourd. Snch a4>u]i(U arc d^i^natcd b^ the
WT'Omftfej tts.U9, [—) or thus, (.\). The former ia f]iill(?d
the ri&in^ drdtwft/to; the Latter^ the/aUif^ f^yamjkx; &s,
But nobody can bdur th« d.-eE.tb. of Cl&dlus,
Wlien flgvi^-rftl s.uc0O3flivQ fiylla.blsi are iittereii ivitiiout
eUher the upWfLld Ot dowiiwarf slide, thev are isaid to be
utt+ired in a fmfnotAnie, wiii^h ia nitiTked thus^ (-^) ^ flfl,
HoU on, tboa d&jjp nnJ dwk blus Ocean— polll
1>Q^ }iG fead. correctly' or incoireotiV^
In r^iidin^ t^i^, aBfiLSbei^ Lba voi^e ahould nlida soiui^tvli&t
A& rejireeent^ii in the- ibll-uiviug dis^k'sjn ;
Dc^fl kg F^dd. COT-
"^^ -ly?
To h^ r^iiid thus;
Iwud^
ir ^ou still d ""^-^r-^
If you 3aJd yi^a,. I Baid n-&.
To be reiid th^ia:
ir you aajd ^'''-,*X T aaid ^
What' I ilid bt- fcuiy tio'?
To bfl read thus;
did. lie B^^^
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He did\ he said no'.
To be read thus;
He did; he said no.
Did he do it voluntarily', or involuntarily'?
To be read thus:
Did he do it voluntarily, or involuntarily?
He did it voluntarily', not involuntarily'.
To be read thus:
He did il voluntarily, not involuntarily.
EXERCISES.
Do they act prudently', or imprudently'?
Are they at home\ or abroad'?
Did you say Europe', or Asia'?
Is he rich', or poor'?
He said pain', not pain'.
Are you engaged', or at leisure'?
Shall I say plain', or pain'?
He went home' not abroad'.
Does he say able', or table'?
He said hazy' not lazy'?
Must I say flat', or flat'?
You should say flat' not flat'.
My father', must I stay'?
Oh! but he paused upon the brink.
It shall go hard with me, but I shall use the weapon.
Heard ye those loud contending waves,
Thai shook Cecropia's pillar'd slate'?
Saw ye the mighty from their graves
Look up', and tremble at your fale'?
He did^; he eaiii no\
Be ^- he sftid^
Did he dn it vohintarilv', or involojit-arily^ ?
Till be read thus:
IMd lie ^^ it -"^ at ^^P
lit?, did ii> vi;luiitaiilf\ ilt>t mvotudtaf^aa?'
To h>3 TH^sad tliUB:
He did it
' not
SJCSfECISES.
Do tlifty fi^t T>rudHitIy'", or impiudently^V
Are ttej" at lioms', or abroad^/
Dirl jou eay EtJi^ipe'', of Asro^^
Ie h^ rich-', or pOor^7
He a^M paiji^j not pein'
Ace you engaged'', or at li&isiue^?
Sha^U I pay plaiu', or pLuil^?
lie ivtiiiC Lonie^ not abix^ad''-
I>oea he aaj able'", or tu.ble"^ ?
He -said thaay^, not laay^?
Jliist r sny fiat', or flat^?
Ycu should ££j fi»t^, not ^oAf^
My rn.t!ier', mList I sta^y'?
Oil ^ but he psuifeed upon tliG brinkn
It stko-U. :gci bfi.»^d wdth Tnie> but l gbt^U i^& the waa-poo,
ll&ird ye thoBft louJ contf^nding wEtveB.
Tliat ftl»00fc CfOfOpift'fi pillai^'d Stsit^''?
Saw ye thci mightjr from thr^ip jai-fivfa
Looic up", and tremble at yfliir fjhteT
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First' Fear', his hand, its skill to try'.
Amid the chords bewildered laid';
And back recoiled', he knew not why'
E'en at the sound himself had made'.
Where be your gibes' now? your gambols'? your songs'? your flashes
of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar'?
Thus sailh the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name
is Holy; "1 dwell in the high and holy place."
FALLING INFLECTION.
RULE L— Sentences, and parts of sentences which make complete
sense in themselves, require ihQ falling inflection.
EXAMPLES.
L By virtue we secure happiness'.
2. For thou hast said in thine heart, T will ascend into heaven': 1 will
exalt my throne above the stars of God': I will sit, also, upon the mount
of the congregation, in the sides of the north'.
3. The wind and the rain are over'; calm is the noon of the day\: the
clouds are divided in heaven'; over the green hills flies the inconstant sun';
red through the stormy vale comes down the stream'.
4. This proposition was, however, rejected,' and not merely rejected,
but rejected with insult'.
Exception. --Emphasis sometimes reverses this rule, and requires the
rising inflection^ apparently for the purpose of calling attention to the idea
of an unusual manner of expressing it.
EXAMPLES.
L 1 should not like to ride in that car'.
2. Look out! A man was drowned there yesterday'.
3. Presumptuous man! the gods' lake care of Cato',
Firsf retir\ liia LiLiid, ita aklU to try'.
Amid F.hes ch^ivde Lewilder&tl laid^;
And biu:k ri^ci>il&J\ L>t> ku^w not wtj^
-tl'^tlL At- ILe B4>uQil hiiiisQlf hod maijb-.
^^her-^ I}* you.r glbfis^ nryw 7 your ii^flmbol^'''? vowr GOb^^?
your fli:t!^h<^ or mc^rrlM^^Ul, Lliit wer-3 wonl. to act the bitli^ on
ThuB wut3i the Tiigfi mod lofty Oni.* \h^\. JnUaljiteth eter-
nlt7, who9& lOi&ine is Holy; "I dwell in the LJgL £53 Jioly
Rule I, — SeiitBiir;e«, anfl \\^r{% of eenteocuie wKict Tnake
complete seih&e in Ih^inselveSj require tiie/itiJtVw^ wr/firfmi,
L Ey virtue we aecure hnppin^sV
2. For thf>u hast H=aid in tLJn-e hoa.Ft, I i-eill ^^r^iid into
heav-en'^: I will ex(i5t jwj tbron-e atove tJjG staLJ-a ol" Oud'" :
I ^ilH Eit, also, upon the Tnaunt of tba eongrf^^^tioTi, m tli^Q
sidce of the rtortlA
Z. Tba wind and ths tfl-in itrti oi-ei-"^- milin ia ths nnnn
of the Ja.y'^: Ihe clouds are divided Itl beaveii^ over tlsH
^i^^^n hlllH flies tfca lUi^oiisbaJit sun"^, veA throufili tlje stcri:iiy
vaitt cruiri^ -Jc^wa tba at^■ll^iiU3^
4i rhia propOSitiori ivacH touayGr. rejeott-ei,^ and not merely
r^jecl-ed, but r^ectpd witb in&uU"",
.En-Rptfuw. — SLmphBsl^ BGJTiBLIinDEi revpi^es tlila mla, and reqiilra^ tbe
id«R cf biu UDQsaLLL :TLEiuDer of expresaLiig 11.
L T Ehfluld n^t likfb to ride in thftt cRr\
2. Look out] A man wikis drcvrci^d thieve yesterci£.y^
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RULE II. --The language of emphasis generally requires thG falling
inflection,
EXAMPLES,
1. Charge', Chester, charge'; on', Stanley, on'.
2, Were I an American, as I am an Englishman, while a single' foreign
troop' remained' in my country, I would never' lay down my arms'--never',
never', never.'
3- Does anyone suppose that the payment of twenty shillings, would
have ruined Mr. Hampden's fortune? No'. Bui the payment of half twenty
shillings, on the principle' it was demanded, would have made him a
slave'-
4. I
insist' upon this point": I urge' you to it: I press' it, demand' it.
5- All that I have', all that I am', and all that I hope' in this life, I am
now ready', here, to stake' upon it-
RULE III. --Interrogative sentences and members of sentences, which
can notbc answered by yes or/zo, generally require the falling inflection.
EXAMPLE,
1. How many books did he purchase'?
2. Why reason ye these things in your hearts'?
3. What see' you, that you frown so heavily to-day'?
4. Ah! what is that flame which now bursts on his eye'?
5. Whence this pleasing hope', this fond desire'.
This longing after immortality'?
Exception, --When questions usually requiring the falling inflection are
emphatic or repeated, ihey take the rising inflection.
EXAMPLES.
L Where did you say he had gone'?
2. To whom did you say the blame was to be imputed'?
3. What is' he? A knave- What' is he? A knave, I say.
EriLE II. — The language i>f empLaais geueraJly requires
the fa^fbf) injl^ctifyri.
L ChHj'gfl\ CUsBter, charge^; aii\ StaDlcy, oii\
2- "Were T an Amencrm. ai^ 1 aJ^L a^u Bn^lishman. wtile
a. Binale^ foreign troop' remtuned^ in my coiiJiifcry, 1 irould
never"^ lay HioPFii my ajma^— never^ never\ nev^r.^
3. Itoea any one &iip]50?iO that ths payment of twenEy ahii-
Hn^, ivfiitii ImvQ ruined Mf. najnp^Jpn't+ fortune? Ni>\ But
ttie payinii^iit at Lalf^ twenty ahiHLn^?, tni iho pHnciple^ it
wiK fiemcnilf?^, iTOiild hftff mftde him n. slaved
4. 1 insist^ upoij tiiia poiflt^? J urge'^ you to it; 1 prflna^
it, dn^inaiid"^ it
5. Ail thit [ !bav'&\ all that 1 (lto\ oi»J nil tlmt ! hop^^
In this lif^ 1 aun uqiv i^fidy^ hori3^ to Rtake^ ufH>ii it.
RuL£ m. — Intcnrogativc sentences ilnd memlwt^ of sen-
tflHWS. whinh fvtn not hn. ^ua^ver^ by y&i or tWj geuar^Uy
TeL[iiire the faili^ i?tJle^titnL
1. Tlow m.ii"ny bi>o^a Jid hs purc^ianp^?
2. W|iy renBon ya the^e things in your h-earta^?
3. Wliat eee^ yoa tlint you frown ^o Inctivily to^lsiy'^?
4. Ah I what is that dajoe which now bur^te on hia eye"^?
5. Whence thja pleaaiu^ hope"^, tliis fond deaire\
Thifl longing afet^ immortalicy*?
.^ircpAcrT.^'WlULL q.i^[:{ftloruH uaiuilly requfarlng tliQ AiUluf Inflection
1, WhflTH did yoii May Le liEid poa^'^
2. To whom did you ^^y thin h}e.m^ waa i^ be hupm^od'^?
cE. What ia^ ha? A ttiiaT&. What-' la he? A knave, [ «ty-
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RULE IV. --The rising inflection is generally used where the sense is
dependent or incomplete.
REMARK. --This inflection is generally very slight, requiring an acute
and educated ear to discern it, and it is difficult to leach pupils to
distinguish it, though they constantly use it. Care should be taken not to
exaggerate it.
EXAMPLES.
L Nature being exhausted', he quietly resigned himself to his fate-
2. A chieftain to the Highlands bound',
Cries', "Boatman, do not tarry!"
3. As he spoke without fear of consequences', so his actions were
marked with the most unbending resolution,
4- Speaking in the open air', at the top of the voice', is an admirable
exercise.
5. If then, his Providence' out of our eviK seek to bring forth good', our
labor must be to prevent that end.
6. He', born for the universe', narrowed his mind.
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind-
REMARK.— The names of persons or things addressed, when not used
emphatically, are included in this rule.
7. Brother', give me thy hand; and. gentle Warwick!,
Let me embrace thee in my weary arms.
8. O Lancaster', I fear thy overthrow.
9. Ye crags' and peaks', Tm with you once again.
Exception \.— Relative emphasis often reverses this and the first rule,
because emphasis is here expressed in part by changing the usual
inflections.
EXAMPLES.
L If you care not for your property', you surely value your life'.
2. If you will not labor for your own' advancement, you should regard
that of your children'.
Rui^ IV. — The Tmng is^cctmi is ^'Dcmlly w^i whore
the aeuBG is dc^wndcnt or ineoxnplcLep
Rbmakk.— ThiF In^Ktion iei generally Tgry flllflViti rfequiritie^ ua ticiitq
atsfl ei^Tii^iaJ^fl ear to dasrem l*^ firrt 1t, 1^ lUfflcLilt ro teacn ptipLla l*> liL*^
tiiLiciilslL lu inS-ngL xhf-y conau^itJy uh« it.. Can sbouia b6 T^kfin noi ta
ESAMPLEa.
K Nftture being fxhft^iated', he quietly rn^aigncd liimsdlf
to his lati^.
2 A cbicftjiEn t& tlift Higlilandfl bound^,
Cma^, " Oofitina)], do not tarry I"
3. Ah lift Hp-i>kfl without fca.r of conasqiienoeB^, so hia ACitiDiis
were T^TfLrkf^ci with th* most iirbf^nding re^^liition,
+, SjieakinjT in the optn air'', a.t the top of the voioe^ i?
an a.dTnirji.bla aKCFcise,
-5, If then, his Trovid-enGe'', out of our evil, seek tc bring
foi'th ^00^''^ our Jatwr mhiKt be to prevent that n^ind,
5u Hii', boi'Ti foL thp ujiiverfle', nurrowtd hJQ jnizad,
Ad^ to part^ gAve i]p what wajH rueoiit for Tn3.rikind.
Remark,— TliHi ti^mi^ ot pcrwrj^ or ItLinirs cdnJrc^jic^, atIj-i^jj wjI uau^d
7. Brother', give niu blij Imtid; and, gonth^ WATwick"',
Lttt me «i[ibraj:e thee in my wnarj' nriiia.
8. Lflncau^ter', [ ftfar thy overthrow.
9. Yt? <^rags"' and peftks', Vin with yju onoo again,
J&Hjrffcm L—Jidativfi cmph/E^ii <jJ\vu rt^voracia. tJiU naiJ tli^ flnrt rLiJ-a,
■url'OLij^Lorkh.
1. If yo-u care not for your pToperiv\ you BuK'ly Tfi.klO
2. If you wd] not labor for your OMm^ tidv tbliC^tneiltj you
should regard Lbat of your ■:^hLldr(;ii'.
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3, It is your place to obey', not lo command'.
4. Though by that course he should not destroy his reputation', he will
lose all self-respect'.
Exception 2, --The names of persons addressed in a formal speech, or
when used emphatically, have Xht falling inflection,
EXAMPLES.
1. Romans, countrymen, and lovers', hear me for my cause, etc.
2. Gentlemen of the jury', 1 solicit your allenlion, etc.
3. O Hubert', Hubeit', save me from these men.
RULE V. --Negative sentences and parts of sentences, usually require
the rising inflection.
EXAMPLES.
1. It is not by starts of application that eminence can be attained".
2. It was not an eclipse that caused the darkness at the crucifixion of
our Lord'; for the sun and moon were not relatively in a position' lo
produce an eclipse'.
3- They are not fighting': do not disturb' them: this man is not expiring
with agony': thai man is not dead': they are only pausing'.
4. My Lord, we could not have had such designs'.
5. You are not left alone to ciimb the steep ascent': God is with you,
who never suffers the spirit that rests on him to faii.
Exception t. --Emphasis may reverse this rule.
EXAMPLE.
We repeat it, we do not' desire to produce discord; we do not wish to
kindle the flames of a civil war.
3, It is yoTir pljwe ic od[^\ not to ci>mmani^'.
4 ThougTi by tLat couri^d ha should not destroy hia rjip-
■HfPtetrnS he »vUl lose all aelf-re^peot'.
1. RcjiTiana, eountrjaien, and lovere^, ht^r ^p f"?r mj flemae,
etc,
3. OamtLemoTi of th-e Jut7\ T Foliriit yoi^r att^mtinn. atr.
3. HuljiE-rLV llitl>iirl.\ afl,vo TAG from thftAe men.
Ti.r.L£ Y. — KegntivB stnt^iiC^a and purta of MnteMCflBj
ii^gi:Liiy require the riiflng infi^ctkn.
1. Ti IS nal W fitfLita of appl ioAti.O!:i that ernmenca ean
tc attain tnl'.
2. li ^aa not an cUipa^ that oe-used tbe dnrkne^B s.t tli-e
PTiidfision of our Lord'; l'*>r tLe sun annJ moon vpere not
feUjkdv^ky iei h po^idoii'' to prodlut ^ elu ixlipH?'.
1^. T^ev »iTe not fighting': do nn-t dlEturV ihemi this man
]f- not sxpiiing witLi a^siny^: X-hat mftn b nyt d-eiid""; they
a.re onlr T^min^'.
4. yiy Ivord. wu ociild ncit Imvo bad Euph desi^ri?^.
&. Toil ftrR ni3t lt?i'h dloEiD ED cl[nib th& steop rtaf^i^nt^: God
ia with yom, whti never Biiffora tte apirit ttut re^to on. hXifl
to Oil
J^jft^rijbn 1. — EmphfL^slE rQEiy rBvana IJJS mle.
^■■p Trpfi-At it, Ffe do Ti-p^ denirc to products di^co-rd^ ire do
noC"^ WTftfcJ to kindle tins fiam-aB of a. civil war.
Exception 2. --General propositions and commands usually have the
falling inflection.
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EXAMPLES.
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God is not the author of sin'. Thou shalt not kill.
RULE VL--Interrogalive sentences, and members of sentences which
can be answered by yes or no generally require the rising inflection.
EXAMPLES,
L Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and
reconciliation'?
2, Does the gentleman suppose it is in his power', to exhibit in Carolina
a name so bright' as to produce envy' in my bosom?
3, If it be admitted, that strict integrity is not the shortest way to
success, is it not the surest', the happiest', the best'?
4, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens.
To wash this crimson hand as white as snow'?
Exception. --Emphasis may reverse this rule.
EXAMPLES.
1, Can' you be so blind to your interest? Will' you rush headlong to
destruction?
2, 1 ask again, is' there no hope of reconciliation? Must' we abandon all
our fond anticipations?
3. Will you deny' it? Will you deny' it?
4, Am I Dromio'? Am I your man'? Am I myself '?
RULE VIL--lnterrogative exclamations, and words repeated as a kind
of echo to the thought, require the rising inflection.
EXAMPLES.
L Where grows', where grows it not'?
2. What'! Might Rome have been taken'? Rome taken when I was
consul'?
God LH uoL Iha- aiithor of filu^, Thou Elialt JsoL kill.
Ri;le VL — InteTrf^tJve sant^iini:^, and mftmVievfl nf F^an-
tf:ii^^ wliLoh ffiiii he Emswered hy yea ot ji*, giiriKniJlj- re-
1, A^te riaflta flffi-d nriiTiies D-ecea&ii.!ey^ io a. woi^t of li>v-o fljid
Tra&OTieniAtioo' !f
2, Dnen Lli? g^initlf^man euppa&a Jt iff m hb pa^er^, U> Gshihh
hOROm V
5, It it be jdmaLled, that strict integrity h j\o^ the ssh-ortegt
wfl,y to Bucc-eBs, i^ it not tte surest', th-e liappieet', the best'?
4. Is tiierfl cot raic -eaougii in ftiie sire^i b^^v^da,
To waflh thia OTimBon h&iic] Jia white as snoiv'?
1. (hfi'' you bo fio bfind tf> yonr interest!? Wj'ii'' you Tush
lisadlgn^ bo -(^cgtruction?
2 I ft^lf figfiJii, ^^^ thi^rr- no hopei of recoTicElia-tioii ? j^Mff£^
w« abandon a11 our fond auticipiiitiona?
5. Will yOn cl&ny' itl WiD y»u ^aiy ttf
4 Am K I>rumio'7 Am ] yaar miwi-'? Ara T m^sefp^
Rule VII. — fiitarrogRtiYe esclaniatxons, and words re-
postttH^ QF ^ kind of er.ho to tlie tlioug'bt, require the
1, Wliere prcwa', vrh^^rs f^roivs it nof?
3, ^^hat'^ Mifilit I?ynie F»fL^O been taSfSn^? Bomg tafeeTL
wten 1 was conHuI'?
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3. Banished from Rome'! Tried and convicted traitor'!
4. Prince Henry. What's the matter'?
Falstajf. What's the matter'? Here be four of us
have taken a thousand pounds this morning.
Prince H. Where is' it. Jack, where is' it?
FaL Where is' it? Taken from us, it is.
5. Ha'! laughesl thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn?
6. And this man is called a statesman. A statesman'? Why, he never
invented a decent humbug.
7. I can not say, sir, which of these motives influence the advocates of
the bill before us; a bill', in which such cruelies are proposed as are
yet unknown among the most savage nations.
RISING AND FALLING INFLECTIONS-
RULE VIII. --Words and members of a sentence expressing antithesis
or contrast, require opposite inflections.
EXAMPLES.
1. By honor' and dishonor'; by evil' report and good' report; as
deceivers' and yet true'.
2. What they know by reading', I know by experience'.
3. 1 could honor thy courage', but 1 detest thy crimes'.
4. it is easier to forgive the weak', who have injured us', than the
powerful' whom we' have injured.
5. Homer was the greater genius', Virgii the better artist'-
6. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied'; that of Pope is
cautious and uniform'. Dryden obeys the emotions of his own mind';
Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition.' Dryden is
sometimes vehement and rapid'; Pope is always smooth, uniform,
and gentle'. Dryden's page is a natural field, rising into inequalities,
varied by exuberant vegetation'; Pope's is a velvet lawn, shaven by
the scythe and leveled by the roller'.
R. Banished from Ronle"'! Tried »ad ConTiot^ tiaitor'T
1. Frirtce Hi^^ir^, Whjtt's tkf» mfLfter^T
J^Uf^fa^ WJia^t^fl t^\^ raa^tteH? fJere be four of ua lia^a
F^biiK II, Where is^ il, Jack, wHen-R ia^ it?
Fitl Where W it? Tak^n from u^, Jt is.
5, Fla^l Iftugbest tKou, Loc;}]icl, my vL^ion to Ecom?
6, And ihih in&n jh cblII^ h st^i^sin&i'i. A ^tiJitesil)a:EL'' 'T
WLy. he tnivw" invented Oi denent Ltiinbug.
7, I can not aay, sir, wbich of theaa mctJvag iixSn^nx^ tlis
aircx'-a±G& of tlie biU before u.^; ^ t^K m whiftb. euc^U cruel-
ties are prapOfied M &re yc=t uiiknovfii aj^c^ng th^ most savage
UAtiOJlE.
EigtNO AXD FALLmG^ IKFLEOTTONS.
JltTLE VJIL — Words and m^mbei^ of a, aenttsnce cxpreae-
wg tintiSte^ or afntra^, jequire oj^^ite i?j^tfcimJM.
1. Ej hofior' smd dishoncr^ by evil' repOHb jujd goofi^ re-
port; as dticeivera' and yet truflV
2. What bbey know by reading' ] knuw hy EJtporienc&\
3, I OOuld tBOno^' thy COUTAg^^'J bvit I detect ihy fn:im^\
4, It h ea.^i^i to ffrg^V^ tlie weiLk\ who Lave iiyured iifl^
tlmn tbi^ poworlul' whom we^ have jrjuted,
5, HornGr was thQ j^atpp ganiun', ViFgil the l>&tt*r fLTtistV
6. TIn5 Rtyle of l^^rydon la i:!apT"iciO"us and T-'airied'; tha.t of
Pop-s ia cautious and uni^rarm^. Drydsa obeya tli6 emotions
of hia □'^vn aniiid': Pojie- cnrjilTalna his i^iinil to htE own rules
of cD-inpoaition/ Dryden ia FiOinctiii^e? V4^L?iiii?:=nL and CL>pid^;
Pope \^ aWflyn smooth, uniform, and gentloV J^ri-df^n'^ pa.^:^
is fi imtupj^l fielf^, rinins ^^"O jnEHjlJiillCit^, varied by ^xubera.nt
vegetgxtJon' i Popr'^ i& A H^lvct UviM^ &hChVvn by ttiti wytlie and
Jflveled i>y the rolie-r^-
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7, If Ihe flights of Dryden are higher'. Pope continues longer on the
wing'. If the blaze of Dryden's fire is brighter', the heat of Pope's is
more regular and constant'. Dryden often surpasses' expectation, and
Pope never falls below' it.
REMARK 1. --Words and members connected by or used disjuncUvely ,
generally express contrast or antithesis, and always receive opposite
inflection,
EXAMPLES,
1. Shall we advance', or retreat'?
2. Do you seek wealth', or power'?
3. Is the great chain upheld by God', or thee'?
4. Shall we return to our allegiance while we may do so with safety
and honor', or shall we wait until the ax of the executioner is at our
throats'?
5. Shall we crown' the author of these public calamities with garlands',
or shall we wrest' from him his ill-deserved authority' ?
REMARK 2. --When the antithesis is between affirmation and
negation, the latter usually has the rising inflection^ according to Rule V.
EXAMPLES.
L You were paid to fight' against Philip, not to raiT at him-
2, I said rationally', not irrationally'.
3- I did not say rationally', but irrationally'.
4. I said an elder' soldier, not a better'.
5. Let us retract while we can', not when we must'.
REMARK 3.— The more emphatic member generally receives the
falling inflection.
EXAMPLES,
1. A countenance more in sorrow', than anger'.
2. A countenance less in anger', than sorrow'.
3. You should show your courage by deeds', rather than by words.
4. If we can not remove' pain, we may alleviate' it.
7. If tJie ili|Q!hts of Dryden arcB hjgtjer'. Popfe fli>ntilUu-?&
longer on thij vring\ IT thts blase of Dryden'a fire ia liri^ikter',
th<i heat of Pdps'a i^ m{>re r^jrnlar and eonatant*. Dryi^on
^i\j^u siii'pa^fft' t:^pectAli-an, asid Popp Jiev-sr fallfl below^^ it.
Rb:mae.k l— Wnrdp an:! m^^mbdrc eoanectol by « ufied da^f}aii)iit^^^
g^neiPLlljr cx;preiui -Qi^niriuc of fmt.lT;liaB]»^ aiud »tfi?i^ Fuceivti oppaaiie in~
1. Shall we a-ilvanctr^ or retreat^?
3. l^D jfu i^f^k Wraith' or power^V
3. Ifl the great chain upheld by Gcd', OT thee^?
4. Rhkll we reiEurn 1* our rLll^gi^incs n'ii]l<: ive may do bo
with ^iif<^ty ;iT^d honor'', or abikll wti wait uutil tki; i\vi i>f the
exetJutiont^f i^ at our tiiroati^ 7
5. ShuU vtft ciy^wn-" the author of thtiW putlic tSilRinkiBB
wJUi li&rUiadfi"', or ah&ll we wroeb'^ fr&m him hib iil-desBrved
fiuthority^?
Rhharr ^— WVi«n tL4 antltlLeaJ^i Ib between. a1TirituJ,tJoiL luid ne^^
1. You were pairt to fight' a^Rinst Philip, not to rail' at bim.
2. I Sttki ra,tji?naily\ jic^t ilTRtionall^p^"'.
3. I did not *ay rfl,tioDfllly', but iirat-iona-llyS
4 I Mid An elder' Foldler. not a b4^tter',
5. Let ua rnatra^jij w^iil© we ca.n\ not wlaen we muet',
EXAMPLE.
1. A coiintenance morft in HCi-rFCw\ than an^er*.
2. A rounDenaace le^ in an^er^, thiin 3orrow\
3. You atiould show yotir courage hj deeda\ niith-DT "bhaiH \y
4. If we aa.n not fftmo^e^' ](>iUJ^ we TO^y ft.U.ftviflite;' it.
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OF SERIES.
A series is a number of particulars immediately following one another
in the same grammatical construction.
A commencing series is one which commences a sentence or clause,
EXAMPLE,
Faith, hope, love, jo\\ are the fruits of the spirit.
A concluding series is one which concludes a sentence or a clause.
EXAMPLE,
The fruits of the spirit are faith, hope, love, and joy.
RULE IX.— All the members of a commencing series, when not
emphatic, usually require the rising inflection.
EXAMPLES.
L War', famine', pestilence', storm', and fire' besiege mankind.
2. The knowledge', the power', the wisdom', the goodness' of God,
must all be unbounded.
3. To advise the ignorant', to relieve the needy', and to comfort the
afflicted' are the duties that fall in our way almost every day of our lives.
4. No slate chicanery', no narrow system of vicious polities', no idle
contest for ministerial victories', sank him to the vulgar level of the great.
5. For solidity of reasoning', force of sagacity', and wisdom of
conclusion', no nation or body of men can compare with the Congress at
Philadelphia.
6. The wise and the foolish', the virtuous and the evil', the learned and
the ignorant', the temperate and the profligate', must often be blended
together.
1. War', finniae"", pM-ttlsifice', etoi^Tn'^, and. fir^ tesieg-ft nian-
1L The knowledge', th© pow&i/, tLc wisdtiwi'^^ ih^ ^ocdtn^E'
of fin^d, muni all ^e uoboLiniled.
5. To advi&e the ignomnt^, to relieve the i]fled7^ and to
mrrfbrt the afflioted^ ifur^ tt« dutiefl ttjit fall In <jur v^ny
ftlmoat ev-ery day of our liivtrt,
4. Ko atalift ^:fcLicant^ry■'J Jao narroTF gy&tafii of Ticioua politioa',
nn idle contest for ministerial vict^nea'", mwiTe Tiim to th&
Tulg-ar Ifev-el n-f tiie ^reat.
b. For aolidUy of rfta^oniia^, force of ^^i^ity', and wiadom
□f conolusioji'', Dt> Tiution or boiSy of men caji wantpatG with
thf OougreBs at PliU&iiolphia-
6. Ihc ivisf^ ftjid the iballeh^ the virtiioua and the evil-', the
learn-pd a.ini tihe Ignorant' tL-ti Leoip-criLb^ an-cl the profligab?',
must often be blended U>£&tbor.
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7. Absalom's beauty'. Jonathan's iove', David's valor'. Solomon's
wisdom', the patience of Job, the prudence of Augustus', and the
eloquence of Cicero' are found in perfection in the Creator.
REMARK. --Some elocutionists prefer to give the falling inflection to
the last member of a commencing series.
Exception. --In a commencing series, forming a climax, the lasti&Tm
usually requires the falling inflection.
EXAMPLES.
I. Days', months', years', and ages', shall circle away.
And still the vast waters above thee shall roll.
2. Properly', character', reputation', everything', was sacrificed.
3- Toils', sufferings', wounds', and death' was the price
of our libeity-
RULE X,--A11 the members of a concluding series, when not at all
emphatic, usually require the falling inflection.
EXAMPLES,
L It is our duty to pity', to support', lo defend', and to relieve' the
oppressed.
2. At the sacred call of country, they sacrifice property', ease', health",
applause' and even life'.
3. I protest against this measure as cruel', oppressive', tyrannous', and
vindictive'.
4. God was manifest in the flesh', justified in the Spirit', seen of angels',
preached unto the Gentiles', believed on in the world', received up into
glory'.
5. Charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up', doth not behave itself
unseemly', seeketh not her own', is not easily provoked', thinkelh no evil';
bearelh' all things, believeth' all things, hopelh' all things, endurelh' all
things.
REMARK. --Some authors give the following ruie for the reading of a
concluding series: "All the particulars of a concluding series, except the
last but one, require the falling inflection."
Exception I. --When the particulars enumerated in a concluding series
are not at all emphatic, all except the last require the rising inflection.
T j^bsa-lntn'E^ bofLnty', Joniithri.fi's lov^^ IJa.PiHl'B valor', Solo-
mon's niadoin^ the patience ot' Job^p the |>rilden^^ of Augustus-',
jiiid th-e eloqui^Tict^ of Clc:tiri>'' :ai^: {bJiicL in prfectiou in Lh«
hKJdJLBiS. — Bdcra BlOci]titinl£t« ptmlor l<r give the firMng itififfcUo^ lo
Jii£arjXtop. — Lik ft oomn^onclng ssri'^^ t^nulQf d. oljnuix^ iha ^awt tc(iu
URimJlj lacjoire^ the /nflwrff fT^rtK^fcin.
1. DflTa'. montfeff^, yftaw'n aii'* a^^\ ahall circle awajr.
Ami Ptill tby vix&t wfLtflm above thee fihaJl rcU,
2. Frop^rty^, character', repLitation' i^vefythJiJj£\ wj^ia fsacri-
fioed.
3. ToLla'i KufTtiriii^, wounde', :iiid dcatli* was the prir^ of
qur libi?j^ty.
RiriE X. — All tlie raemlseK of a coTirJndinjir series, when
not at all emphatic, usually requiie the,(MNflj i^jiffi^tim.
1. Tt IB rnir cLuty to l>kj\ to fluppDrt\ to defftTH^H and to
reliev-e'' the ■oppress'O'ii.
2. At the &an?riE(l Cull o[" country, thfy jiaLrifita property^
eoae"^! hi^nlth^ appl^ius^^, and even l\^^\
3. I pro-test tiyn-ins-t thiB m.L^i]ts.ure as arueV, oppr«aaive\ tjr-
fLiriFiOQS^ mid virdi::tiv&\
4. God wa=. TTiauil-t^L in the fl{^3la\ j^jstificLl in tbo 5ipiT^it\
seen of ang;pli\ jir^niohed nnto th-e &ffiitilea\ Ibii'lLGved on id
th^ world^ r-ncpived up iuto glorj\
5. Chrtnty vaianteth iiot ibHeir', ia aot puffed. up\ doth not
behave itself iiiJ3ee?Tiilj\ a^tikoth not h^r o>vi^\ in mti ujt^lly
provofccd\ thinketh no evil"^; baareth^ all tbLnge, h^Uev^tli^ all
thiEgs, hepeth^ a-ll tliingN cndureth^ all thmirfi,
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EXAMPLES
He was esteemed for his kindness', his intelligence', his self-denial',
and his active benevolence'.
Exception 2. --When all the terms of a concluding series are strongly
emphatic, they all receive the falling inflection.
EXAMPLES.
1. They saw not one man', not one woman', not one child', not one
four-footed beast'.
2. His hopes', his happiness', his life', hung upon the words that fell
from those lips,
3. They fought", they bled', they died', for freedom.
PARENTHESIS-
RULE XL— A parenthesis should be read more rapidly and in a lower
key than the rest of the sentence, and should terminate with the same
inflection that next precedes it. If. however, it is complicated, or
emphatic, or disconnected from the main subject, the inflections must be
governed by the same rules as in the other cases.
REMARK. --A smooth and expressive reading of a parenthesis is
difficult of acquisition, and can be secured only by careful and persistent
training.
EXAMPLES,
1. God is my witness' (whom 1 serve with my spirit, in the gospel of his
Son'), that, without ceasing, I make mention of you always in my prayers;
making request' {if, by any means, now at length. 1 might have a
prosperous journey by the will of God'), to come unto you.
He ^ae eat&ein^d. for Vk- kifldJiaas', ias Intel] igfinoe', biFs
Mlf-leriia]"", and hia active be-nePoleT]ce\
.Rm^jiity^ a— W6ii?n aJl Urn Ivrms^ ct a. 0{>n^lallrLp Esri^ ej^ S^rouiclv
B[ii|ili6tiC, taty Ail receive thii^ffifr; -i^iJIfWiitrTL
L They mw not <m^ iiiiiij\ n&t oae *TOMan\ not one child\
)iOt a^G fouF-feotod b&ast\
3. His bop^*^. h^E h&j|>piDMa\ hla Ufe\ h\itig upon the words
tbat f+i'U frDin tbo[je lipa--
'6. Tliey lbugbt\ thsy WKd.\ they died^, for Ireedaio-
PAREISTTHEBIS.
Bttle XI.^A far^^h^i^ Ghould be read mere ripidly
and ill a. loTver key iJjgjel the rest of the fieatene^, abtl
^oiild t6rn]ina.te vfith the mmc inilectioD that dexI ptt-
ced+« it. If, howt^v^Fp it 13 coinpli edited, or cmpljutic^ njr
dlutonnected flf^m the main subj^t^ the inflef^tinna must
\fe gov^rnt^d by tbe isame rul^ jia in the other cd.^^
Bemae'k^-A smooth and axpr>eE?lve leadtn; r>r ft i:ifl*T"tT;ie^3 la rflfn-
1 God b TTiy ypitni^&s' (wbom. T g^rve with tay apmt, in ih^
£oy,p-el of Lia SonOi that, ffh-lhoiit ceas-in^, I ms-ke mention gf
you alwaTB in my ■pra-yera; making reque&t' {if, by any iiir^an:?^
Tirnw flit length, 1 might tav^ a ^Fija^iei^Oiu*. joumcy by the wiU
of Ood"'),. lo oamc iiJito yon.
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2. When he had entered the room three paces, he stood still; and laying
his left hand upon his breast' (a slender, white staff with which he
journeyed being in his right'), he introduced himself with a little story of
his convent.
3- If you, AEschines, in particular, were persuaded' (and it was no
particular affection for me, that prompted you to give up the hopes, the
appliances, the honors, which attended the course I then advised; but the
superior force of truth, and your utter inability to point any course more
eligible') if this was the case, I say, is it not highly cruel and unjust to
arraign ihese measures now, when you could not then propose a better?
4. As the hour of conflict drew near' (and this was a conflict to be
dreaded even by him'), he began to waver, and to abate much of his
boasting.
CIRCUMFLEX.
RULE XII. --The circttrnflex is used to express irony, sarcasm,
hypothesis, or contrast.
NOTE.— For the reason Ihat the circumflex always suggests a double or
doubtful meaning, it is appropriate for the purposes expressed in the rule.
It is, also, frequently used in sportive language; jokes and puns are
commonly given with this inflection.
EXAMPLES,
L Man never is, but always to be, blest.
2. They follow an adventurer whom they fear; we serve a monarch
whom we love. They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge
our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error. Yes, ihey will give
enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of
passion, avarice, and pride. They offer us their protection: yes, such
protection as vultures give to lambs, covering and devouring them.
?. Wtien }]i^ kad Bnter4^d. thij roota tL^ce pitces, Ke Btood
atili; n-nd laying hm hU. hand upor kls hr^ngt' (a- ^Bender,
whita staff with which 3ie jouiiifiyscl ijein^ in tis righf), h-e
intrOdijC^cd hiin?i4iif ivlth & llUla Btory of hia coi]veiLL
3, 11 yOu, -^^Cliift'es, iu pa.rtical±ir, were ji&iMiFiLded-' (and-it
was no particTilftT aflactiom for nae, X-lu^t prompted ygu to gjve
uj> llie hoptji, tltc t^ppUiLEicti^, the lionors, which wUt-nded the
coiirft? I thpn advispd; but the ^'Up-urior force of truth, and
your uUer inability to poiTkt any coui^a^ more eh^iblif^) if thia
wnt. iha t^se, I &ay, in it not highly [?ruGl and unjust to
ffl.ir4ijj2n tbtst lueaaures. now, wJien yoii could not then pro.
posfe A beCt-er?
4. A^ thfj hoar of tontiitt Jrew neB-r' (and thh vfsa a c-on.
flict to loe decided even hy hka^), he b*^an Lo waver, a-nd t*
ab^t6 mu^ of hig IsoAbtin^
CraCUM?T.EX-
RtTLE XIT. — Tho eirv^mfcjc is used to eitpreas inmif,
or finiiWiil rpesLTJlFiuJt l9 ii.pmi>prla^^e t^r ttK ULirfowii eapRjaft-^i lu the
Bj^ oviu.uii>[i]y inven with this Infl-actloa.
ESAMPLEa
I- Ma-m never la. but aLw&y.3. to bei, bleats
^ They follow b.1i adrentuxer whom th&y ffear; iv^ seFve- a
monarch whom wft Ifivi?- Tbey bc^st, tbey cora-e but to Jm-
piov-e our ^toite, eii3s.rge our thoughts, f|.nd fj'H?a h& ft'O'tH the
roke of error. Yes, thSy mjH ^^ive f^nli^ht?Red freedom to
our minds, who avo thi^miq^lveii the alaveB o-f p^aiort. avarice,
&iid prid-fi, They oAIpt i]s their proteotion: y&e, fLTieh 3>totei^tioii
a* piilturra give to Mciba, cOvcrinj? and devourimg thesm.
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MONOTONE.
RULE X!!!.--The use of the monotone is confined chiefly to grave and
solemn subjects. When carefully and properly en[»ployed, it gives great
dignity to delivery.
EXAMPLES.
L The unbeliever! one who can gaze upon the sun, and moon, and
stars, and upon the unfading and imperishable sky, spread out so
magnificently above him, and say, "All this is the work of chance!"
2. God walketh upon the ocean. Brilliantly
The glassy waters mirror back his smiles;
The surging billows, and the gamboling storms
Come crouching to his feet.
3. I hail thee, as in gorgeous robes,
Blooming thou leav'st the chambers of the east,
Crowned with a gemmed liara thick embossed
With studs of living light.
4. High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous east, with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.
Satan exalted sat.
5. His broad expanded wings
Lay calm and motionless upon the air.
As if he floated there without their aid,
By the sole act of his unlorded will.
6. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
L Tlia unbe]iftverl one whw can gai^e upon ttifl bqtIs and
ftky, apraad out eo mft^niliei^iifcilj' above lijin, utid HU.>\ "Ml
tliia \& the work ol" SE^cel"
3, Otsd v^dketh upon tho Q*^v\^n. T^rilliflntlr
The glasi'ij' wfiteTS niirrfir tack hia Ennlae;
The surging biliows, find tho gamboling f-torios
Gome c:TOuchiLL^ to h\s fee^t.
lilacTniinj^ thou. L&*v'(^t ike -ohATribeTR nf tk*^ w-jiit,
TTroTrn^^d iritb n ^priUMflrl tiara thick einboeaeil
Witb flCiu-d.H of living li^lit.
4. Klgh on ft throne of rc?yal Ht*i&, >hvblc]& fiu
Outshone tliA tv-eaUh of Ocmus ond of fnd,
Or wht'te the gorgeous ea^t, with rmbi^st hand,
^howera iiro. h\^v ktiiga barhaiip peiarls and golog
Batau 4Bxalte^[J eaI.
5. Hifl hreiad expanded ^inp
Lay cu.lm aijud rfiottoolesB upon th^ air,
Afl ]f he Hoafced ttiere- witJiout tlioir nii,
Ry tho wilii iw;t nil" hia uulordod wJH-
6. Ill dim 'Mlipso. tliwjwrrfiU!^ twrilif^lit Phrade
On b^lf the iLfl,tiond, aud Yiltii itJiLt of cLfrngo
Perplexes monarch&H
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IIL ACCENT AND EMPHASIS,
ACCENT.
That syllable in a word which is uttered more forcibly than the others,
is said lo be accented, and is marked thus, ('); as the italicized syllables in
the following words:
morn'\ng. /?05'si-b!e.
r>''ranl. re-cw/«'benl.
^ro-CHre\ ex-or'bi-lant,
^Q-bate\ com-pre-/;e«'sive.
Common usage alone determines upon what syllable the accent should
be placed, and to the lexicographer it belongs, to ascertain and record its
decision on this point.
In some few cases, we can trace the reasons for common usage in this
respect. In words which are used as different parts of speech, or which
have different meanings, the distinction is sometimes denoted by
changing the accent.
EXAMPLES,
sub'ject sub-ject'
pres'ent pre-sent'
ab'sent ab-sent'
cement ce-menl'
con'jure con-jure'
There is another case, in which we discover the reason for changing the
accent, and that is, when it is required by emphasis, as in the following:
EXAMPLES,
L His abil'ity or /^'ability to perform the act materially varies the case,
2, This corrup'tion must put on //^'corruption,
6.-3.
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SECONDARY ACCENT.
In words of more than two syllables, there is often a second accent
given, but more slight than the principal one, and this is called the
secondary accent; as, em"\gra'Uon, rep"^xtee\ where the principal accent
is marked ('), and the secondary, ("); so, also, this accent is obvious, in
nav"\ga'\\Qi\, com"\^x^hen'^\QW, plaii"s[bil'ny, etc. The whole subject,
however, properly belongs to dictionaries and speUing books.
EMPHASIS.
Emphasis consists in uttering a word or phrase in such a manner as to
give it force and energy, and to draw the attention of the hearer
particularly to the idea expressed.
This is most frequently accomplished by an increased stress of voice
laid upon the word or phrase. Sometimes, though more rarely, the same
object is effected by an unusual lowering of the voice, even to a whisper,
and not unfrequenlly by a pause before the emphatic word.
The inflections are often made subsidiary to this object. To give
emphasis to a word, the inflection is changed or increased in force or
extent. When the rising inflection is ordinarily used, the word, when
emphatic, frequently takes the falling inflection; and sometimes, also, the
falling inflection is changed into the rising inflection, for the same
purpose.
Emphatic words are often denoted by being written in italics^ in small
CAPITALS, or in CAPITALS.
Much care is necessary to train the pupil to give clear and expressive
emphasis, and at the same time to avoid an unpleasant "jerky" movement
of the voice.
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ABSOLUTE EMPHASIS,
Where the emphasis is independent of any contrast or comparison with
other words or ideas, it is called absolute emphasis,
EXAMPLES.
L We praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
2. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Occtin--roll\
3. Arm, warriors, arm\
4. You know that you are Brutus, that speak this,
Or, by the gods^ this speech were else your last.
5. Hamlet Saw, who'}
Horatio. The king, your father.
Hamlet. The king^ my father?
6. Srrike--U[] the last armed foe expires;
Strike— for your altars and your fires;
Strike— for the green graves of your sites;
God, and your native land\
RELATIVE EMPHASIS,
Where there is antithesis, either expressed or implied, the emphasis is
called relative.
EXAMPLES,
1. We can do nothing against 1\\q truth, bui for the truth.
2. But I am describing your condition, rather than my own.
3. I fear not death, and shall I then fear thee?
4. Hunting men^ and not beasts^ shall be his game.
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5. He is the propitiation for our sins; and not for ours only, but for the
sins of the whole world,
6. It may moderate and restrain^ but it was not designed to banish
gladness from the heart of man.
In the following examples, there are two sets of antitheses in the same
sentence.
7. To err is human^to forgive^ divine.
8. John ^tis punished , William^ rewarded.
9. Without wQrc fightings^ within wqtq fears,
10. Business swgqIqus pleasure^ as labor sweetens rest,
1 1 - Justice appropriates rewards to merit, and punishments to crime.
12. On the one side, all was alacrity and courage; on the other, all was
timidity and indecision,
13. The wise man is happy when he gains his own approbation; the
fool^ when he gains the applause of others.
14. His care was to polish the country by art^ as he had protected it by
arms.
In the following examples, the relative emphasis is applied to three sets
of antithetic words,
15. The difference between a madman and a fool is, that thQ former
reasons yw^/fy from false data; and the latter, erroneously from just data.
16. He raised a mortalto the skies^
She drew an angel down.
Sometimes the antithesis is implied, as in the following instances.
17. The spirit of the white man's heaven,
Forbids not thee to weep,
18. I shall enter on no encomiums upon Massachusetts.
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EMPHASIS AND ACCENT.
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When words, which are the same in pari of their fonnation. are
contrasted, the emphasis is expressed by accenting the syllables in which
they differ. See Accent, page 33.
EXAMPLES.
1. What is the difference between prob^biiiiy and /jo^^ibility?
2. Learn to //;zlearn what you have learned amiss.
3. John attends n^gularly. William, //regularly.
4. There is a great difference between giv ing and forg'wing.
5. The conduct of Antoninus was characterized by justice
and humanity: that of Nero, by /^justice and /h humanity.
6. The conduct of the former is deserving of fl/?probation, while that of
the latter merits the severest /'^/jrobation.
EMPHASIS AND INFLECTION.
Emphasis sometimes changes the inflection from the rising to the
falling, or from the falling to the rising. For instances of the former
change, see Rule 11, and Exception I to Rule IV. In the first three
following examples, the inflection is changed from the rising to the
falling inflection; in the last three, it is changed from the falling to the
rising, by the influence of emphasis.
EXAMPLES.
1. If we have no regard for religion in yoiith\ we ought to have respect
for it in age.
2. If we have no regard for our OM'n ' character, we ought to regard the
character of others.
1. Tf we have no rijj^fii I'op religion m ifcmth^, T^'e ought to
TiEiYfi^ rftf^pi^ct for it in a^;e.
2. If we ha-^'e no I'tgan^i for cur owa'' Ghar^f^ter, ws ought co
regard the cL&ructcr of otkfjrs.
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3, If content can not remove' the disquietudes of life, it will, at least,
alleviate thtm.
4, The sweetest melody and the most perfect harmony fall powerless
upon the ear of one who is deaf \
5, It is useless to expatiate upon the beauties of nature to one who is
blind\
6. And they that have believing masters, lei them not despise them,
because they ^rQbrefhi'en', but rather let them do them service.
3. [f cioiitfiTit can not rfuno^s'^ tlie dLsquietLjdBS of life, it willn
at kaatj ^.U^riai^ theiH,
4. The sw^et^^t mftlodj aud thf^ most" perfect ikarmony fall
powt^rle^a upon the "Bar of on« who is ikaf^~
5. It is usr^l^^ to ei^jifttiflte upon th^ bi^^aii^ifia 0* nature to
OT19 who Ifs hUnd''.
6. And they that Lave "b&lieviiig mastfirs, let iheni not
cie^pisft tbem^ Isecause tliey are heihre^-' ; but rather let thera
do theiifi service,
EMPHATIC PHRASE.
When it is desired to give to a phrase great force of expression, each
word, and even the parts of a compound word, are independently
emphasized.
EXAMPLES.
1. Cassius, Must I endure all this?
Brums. All this!--Ay,--wo;'f. Fret, till your proiid--hearr--break.
2. What! weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look ye here.
Here is himself, marred, as you see. by traitors.
3. There was a time, my fellow-citizens, when the Lacedaemonians
were sovereign masters, both by sea and by land; while this state had not
one ship--no, NOT-ONE-WALL.
4. Shall I, the conqueror of Spain and Gaul; and not only of the Alpine
nations, but of the Alps themselves; shall I compare myself with this
HALF-YEAR-CAPTAIN?
5. You call me misbeliever--cutthroat--dog.
Hath a dog--mo/iey? Is it possible —
A r;n"can lend three--thoiisand--ducats?
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EMPHATIC PAUSE.
A short pause is often made before or after, and sometimes belli before
and after, an emphatic word or phrase, --thus very much increasing the
emphatic expression of the thought-
EXAMPLES.
1. May one be pardoned, and retain— i\\Q offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offense's gilded hand may shove hy--]ustice\
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: but 't is not so— above:
There--is no shuffling: there— ih^ action lies
In its true nature.
2. He woke to hear his sentries shriek,
"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
He woke--to die--midst flame and smoke."
3. This--is no flattery: These— circ counselors
Th^t feelingly persuade me what I am.
4. And this— our life, exempt from public haunt.
Finds tongues— in tree, books--\n the running brooks.
Sermons— in stones^ ?in<l--good in everything.
5. Heaven gave this Lyre, and thus decreed,
Be thou a bruised--buX not a broken--rGc6.
IV, INSTRUCTIONS FOR READING VERSE.
INFLECTIONS,
In reading verse, the inflections should be nearly the same as in reading
prose; the chief difference is, that in poetry, the monotone and rising
inflection are more frequently used than in prose.
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The greatest difficulty in reading this species of composition, consists in
giving it that measured flow which distinguishes it from prose, without
falling into a chanting pronunciation.
If, at any time, the reader is in doubt as to the proper inflection, let him
reduce the passage to earnest conversation, and pronounce it in the most
familiar and prosaic manner, and thus he will generally use the proper
inflection.
EXERCISES IN INFLECTION.
1. Meanwhile the south wind rose, and with black wings
Wide hovering', all the clouds together drove
From under heaven': the hills to their supply'.
Vapor and exhalation dusk and moist
Sent up amain': and now. the thickened sky
Like a dark ceiling stood': down rushed the rain
Impetuous', and continued till the earth
No more was seen': the floating vessel swam
Uplifted', and, secure with beake'd prow'.
Rode tilting o'er the waves'.
2. My friend', adown life's valley', hand in hand',
With grateful change of grave and merry speech
Or song', our hearts unlocking each to each',
We'll journey onward to the silent land';
And when stern death shall loose that loving band,
Taking in his cold hand, a hand of ours'.
The one shall strew the other's grave with flowers',
Nor shall his heart a moment be unmanned'.
My friend and brother'! if thou goest first'.
Wilt thou no more revisit me below'?
Yea, when my heart seems happy causelessly'.
And swells', not dreaming why', my soul shall know
That thou', unseen', art bending over me'.
3. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth',
A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown';
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth'.
And Melancholv marked him for her own'.
Meanwhile "the south nrmd roae, ami Tvitli black wings
"VV[dfl hov^ririg''i all tb^ cloude together tlrove
From und^r hp^voTi^- the KUIr tn thuir Kujaply-'^
"V^por a,nil exhalation dusk and molat
S&iit up frtnam^ and now, tbe tliiokp-a^d slry
Like A di^rk (i&iling ntcsod^L down ruBk*(J the raia
Impiituou^'', and cOntiDUEd till tbe ctirth
No mor-e vraa aeen^: tke fioa^ting vessel biveuti
TJplii'te.d'i and, i^-Linre. with "beaktil prow'j
Hadg tiltiu^ c"er the wei.ve5\
M7 friend', cidoTi'n lifo's vp^lUy', hand in hfllld^,
With pratt^fnl filiftn^p. of g^rave and m&i-i-y apeech
Or eoTig^, our hearts unJQckm^ each ±0 each',
Well jouiutiy oDwtiE'd to the Bilent land'^;
And when stern death shall loi:>se thiit los-irig band.
Taking in hia cold Jua-tid, a hand uf ^urs'.
The one eliall strew tkp othi^i^e grRve with flowt^TB^,
Nor shall bi& hefii't a memfint be ijnnifl,Tine.d\
My friend and brother' I if thoQ goest tirst'.
Wilt thou no mere repieit ia& b«l^>w''?
Yeii, whan my henrt !5CC-m^ hEipp^r Oflliseles&ly^,
And swells'', not dreaming why^, my soul &ha-ll know
That thou'', uiiseeii^ tnt bending over tTiG\
FTerft reafe hia bead Tjpon the lap of PurtV,
A youth, to fortua* and to fame unknown^^
Fair Science irowned not on his humble birth'.
And Melancholy marked hiok tbr her own\
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4. Large was his bounty", and his soul sincere',
Heaven did a recompense as largely send';
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear',
He gained from heaven' ('t was all he wished') a friend'.
5. No further seek his merits to disclose'.
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode';
(There they alike' in trembling hope repose',)
The bosom of his Father, and his God'.
ACCENT AND EMPHASIS.
In reading verse, every syllable must have the same accent, and every
word the same emphasis as in prose; and whenever the melody or music
of the verse would lead to an incorrect ^ccquX or emphasis, this must be
disregarded.
If a poet has made his verse deficient in melody, this must not be
remedied by the reader, at the expense of sense or the established rules of
accent and quantity. Take the following:
EXAMPLE.
O'er shields, and helms, and helme'd heads he rode.
Of thrones, and mighty Seraphim prostrate
According to the metrical accent, the last word must be pronounced
"\iros-trate\" But according to the authorized pronunciation it is
"pros'XraiQ. Which shall yield, the poet or established usage? Certainly not
the latter.
Some writers advise a compromise of the matter, and that the word
should he pronounced without accenting either syllable. Sometimes this
may be done, but where it is not practiced, the prosaic reading should be
preserved.
In the following examples, the words and syllables which are
improperly accented or emphasized in the poetry, are
, Lai'g^ waE biE bounty", find his sf^ui alM.Mre\
U-aaveu did n i^cQcipi^BJS'B s^ largely f^t^ud^
Ha ^ve to miaery (all be had) & t*ar\
He ^Ined frotQ Leaven' {'t- ivas all hf; wish^dO a Jriend^.
. No further Eeek hie racrit& to di^laa^''^
Or draw tie frailties fxt>i]i ttiiair direaxl abode';
(There th^j alike' in trembling hope repose'^
TL& botoaa Oi' Idij FalLui, and hia God\
AOCEHT AHD EAtPflAEia
Tn reading Terse^ every Byllnhle muet ta'^e the Hinio
acceiiij and <SVery ^^Ord tht sum^ cmpiitlfiis iia in ^jn^se;
aiicl whenever tTie taehflij or nume of the vcree W43iild
lead to an mayrr&t orient or emplmsiBj thia niui^t he
If a puet has made hia yqh^ 'deficient ia melody, ihie
mnst not be remedied by the re;ider, a-t th<i exp&iitw tnf
eeiiee or tbo ^raihlM^ rules of aoociit and qciomHty^
Take the following:
Oi^T abieldg, And iQlma, eind helmed he^@ bs ro^e,
Of thvonftd, and mighty l^eraphim proBtnace.
AcwirHin^ to the insirifiijl acaent, tte last word Ttiust he
pcniionnotej " prOs-^ncCi'," BuC accorrling tin tlie authorized
pruniinciatiim it iw " jff-n!*'trate/ Wbiub eball yield, ihe
poet or eHt^^ili^^betl uH?i|:e? Certainly not the ]£,tter.
Borne writQ!^ advigft c. eoniproTtiTse of th-e uiAtter,. and
that the wcjrd shH.-uLd be pixiucjimccd with^^ut ficceuting
either ayUa^blc. BninctiiU'izs this ninj be dodt^g but whetG^ it
IS m>t prRcHc^ed, the pnt^ic r^HJiri^ ahouli] l>e prtraervcd.
In the fbUowillg e^rarLiplcs, ttie words and syUabha ivhitih
are im'pFDjKTi^j accented ot SflJ-pAft^w^ in tke priatry, are
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marked in italics. According to the principle stated above, the reader
should avoid giving them that pronunciation which the correct rending of
the poetry would require, but should read them as prose, except where he
can throw off all accent and thus compromise the conflict between the
poetic reading and the correct reading. That is, he must read the poetry
wrongs in order to read the language right
EXAMPLES,
1. Ask of thy mother earth why oaks are made
Taller and stronger than the weeds they shade.
2. Their praise is still, "the style is cxcGUent"
The sense they humbly take upon content.
3. False Qloqitence^ like the prismatic glass.
Its fairy colors spreads on every place.
4. To do aught good, newer will be our task.
But ever to do ill is our sole delight.
5. Of all the causes which combine to blind
Man's erring judgment, and mislead the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
6. Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies.
And catch the manners living as they rise.
7. To whom then, first incensed, Adam replied,
"Is this thy love, is this the recompense
Of mine to thee, ungrateful Eve?"
8. We may, with more successful hope, resolve
To wage, by force or guile, successful war.
Irreconcilable to our grand foe.
Who now triumphs, and in excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heaven.
9. Which, when Beelzebub perceived (than whom,
Satan except, none higher sat), with grave
Aspect^ he rose, and in his rising seemed
A pillar of state.
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10, Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath,
That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow.
Nightly 1 visit: nor sometimes forget.
Those other two equaled with me in fate.
NOTE.— Although it would be necessary, in these examples, to violate
the laws of accent or emphasis, to give perfect rhythm, yet a careful and
well-trained reader will be able to observe these laws and still give the
rhythm in such a manner that the defect will scarcely be noticed.
POETIC PAUSES.
In order to make the measure of poetry perceptible to the ear, there
should generally be a slight pause at the end of each line, even where the
sense does not require it.
There is, also, in almost every line of poetry, a pause at or near its
middle, which is called the caesura.
This should, however, never be so placed as to injure the sense of the
passage. It is indeed reckoned a great beauty, where it naturally coincides
with the pause required by the sense. The caesura, though generally
placed near the middle, may be placed at other intervals.
There are sometimes, also, two additional pauses in each line, called
demi-caesuras.
The caesura is marked (II), and the demi-caesura thus, (I), in the
examples given.
There should be a marked accent upon the long syllable next preceding
the caesura, and a slighter one upon that next before each of the demi-
caesuras. When made loo prominent, these pauses lead to a singsong
style, which should be carefully avoided.
In the following examples, the caesura is marked in each line; the
demi-caesura is not marked in every case.
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EXAMPLES,
1. Nature I lo all things II fixed I the limits fit,
And wisely I curbed \i proud man's I pretending wit.
2. Then from his closing eyes II thy form shall part,
And the last pang II shall tear thee from his heart-
3. Warms in the sun, II refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, II and blossoms in the Irees.
4. There is a land II of every land the pride.
Beloved by Heaven II o'er all the world beside,
Where brighter suns II dispense serener light.
And milder moons II imparadise the night;
Oh, thou shalt find, II howe'er thy footsteps roam.
That land--thy country, II and that spot--thy home-
s' In slumbers I of midnight II the sailor I boy lay;
His hammock I swung loose II at the sport I of the wind;
But, watch-worn I and weary, II his cares I flew away.
And visions I of happiness II danced I o'er his mind.
6. She said, I and struck; II deep entered I in her side
The piercing steel, II with reeking purple dyed:
Clogged I in the wound II the cruel I weapon stands.
The spouting blood II came streaming o'er her hands.
Her sad attendants II saw the deadly stroke.
And with loud cries II the sounding palace shook.
SIMILE.
Simile is the likening of anything lo another object of a different class;
it is a poetical or imaginative comparison.
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A simile, in poetry, should usually he read in a lower key and more
rapidly than other parts of the passage— somewhat as a parenthesis is read.
EXAMPLES,
1. Part curb their fiery steeds, or shun the goal
With rapid wheels, or fronted brigades form.
As when, to warn proud cities, war appears,
Waged in the troubled sky, and armies rush
To battle in the clouds.
Others with vast Typhoean rage more fell,
Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air
In whirlwind. Hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
As when Alcides felt the envenomed robe, and tore.
Through pain, up by the roots, Thessialian pines,
And Lichas from the top ofOeta threw
Into the Euboic sea.
2. Each at the head.
Leveled his deadly aim; their fatal hands
No second stroke intend; and such a frown
Each cast at th' other, as when two black clouds.
With heaven's artillery fraught, came rolling on
Over the Caspian, there stand front to front,
Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow
To join the dark encounter, in mid-air:
So frowned the mighty combatants.
3. Then pleased and thankful from the porch they go
And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe:
His cup was vanished; for, in secret guise.
The younger guest purloined the glittering prize.
As one who spies a serpent in his way.
Glistening and basking in the summer ray,
Disordered, stops to shun the danger near.
Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear,—
So seemed the sire, when, far upon the road.
The shining spoil his wily partner showed.
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V. THE VOICE.
PITCH AND COMPASS.
The natural pitch of the voice is its keynote, or governing note. It is
that on which the voice usually dwells, and to which it most frequently
returns when wearied. It is also the pitch used in conversation, and the
one which a reader or speaker naturally adopts--when he reads or speaks—
most easily and agreeably.
The compass of the voice is its range above and below this pitch. To
avoid monotony in reading or speaking, the voice should rise above or fall
below this keynote, but always with reference to the sense or character of
that which is read or spoken. The proper natural pitch is that above and
below which there is most room for variation.
To strengthen the voice and increase its compass, select a short
sentence, repeal it several times in succession in as low a key as the voice
can sound naturally; then rise one note higher, and practice on that key,
then another, and so on, until the highest pilch of the voice has been
reached. Next, reverse the process, until the lowest pitch has been
reached.
EXAMPLES IN PITCH
High Pitch.
NOTE. --Be careful to distinguish pitch from power in the following
exercise. Speaking in the open air, at the very top of the voice, is an
exercise admirably adapted to strengthen the voice and give it compass,
and should be frequently practiced.
1. Charge'! Chester'^ charge'! On'! Stanley, on'!
2. A horse'! a horse'! my kingdom' for a horse'!
3. Jump far out', boy' into the wave'!
Jump', or I fire'!
1. ChargeM Chest;er\ cbargeM OnM Stanley, onM
2. A horae^ I a horse^ ! my kingdom^ for a horse^ I
3. Jump far out\ boy\ into the waveM
Jump\ or 1 lireM
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4. Run'! run'! run for your lives!
5. Fire"! fire'! fire'! Ring the bell"!
6. Gentlemen may cry peace'! peace'! but there is no peace!
7. Rouse' ye Romans! rouse' ye slaves'!
Have ye brave sons'? Look in the next fierce brawl
To see them die'. Have ye fair daughters"? Look
To see them live, torn from your arms", distained',
Dishonored', and if ye dare call for justice'.
Be answered by the lash'!
Medium Pitch.
NOTE. --This is the pitch in which we converse. To strengthen it, we
should read or speak in it as loud as possible, without rising to a higher
key. To do this requires long-continued practice.
L Under a spreading chestnut tree,
The village smithy stands';
The smith, a mighty man is he.
With large and sinewy hands';
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands-
2. There is something in the thunders voice that makes me tremble like
a child. 1 have tried to conquer' this unmanly weakness". T have called
pride' to my aid': 1 have sought for moral courage in the lessons of
philosophy', but it avails me nothing'. At the first moaning of the distant
cloud, my heart shrinks and dies wilhin me.
3. He taught the scholars the Rule of Three',
Reading, and writing, and history', too';
He took the little ones on his knee'.
For a kind old heart in his breast had he'.
And the wants of the littlest child he knew'.
"Learn while you're young"," he often said',
"There is much to enjoy down here below';
Life for the living", and rest for the dead',"
Said the jolly old pedagogue' long ago'.
4. Kuil''' S*un"^t run for your lives!
5. Tii-iiM fiPe-M fir^M Rmg the WllM
6. -CrentleiHei* roa-y cry psace'l peace^! but th&re is no pfficol
Ha-ve ye brs,T© Bons'? Look in th« next fi«roa brawl
To fi^^ th&m A'lfi'-. Have ye {!air tijiLJ:jL^hl>^rs'? L^jok
To iSf* tliem live, torn froni your Jiriiifctt\ distairiftd'^i
J^jfthOTif^rpciV and if ye d^v^ call foi' justice^,
Be finaivftrp.d by ihe k^h^!
NotG.— This in iih.5 pltAli iia wiiicii 'we couv-erse, T-o «T6T]gt:1i&ia It, -we
1. TJihd,>er a t^pr^adiu^ chestiauL trs^
Th& village Attiith^v fltanda^j
Tla.-& fimit^i, ft mighty m&n ia h©,
With bvrge ftisd sinewy handa^j
Atid the miAsoles of his bmwnj- arm?
Are Ealj-OQ^ a* Iron Iwndpi,
"2. There j& somethin.^ in the thimder'a voice thai mfikes
me tremble llfee ft child. I have tiled tn conquer^ thi^ un-
uiatiiy wt?!ikliefi^\ I have called pride^ to m;^^ aid\ I have
sought for iH-Oral C<itii"a^^ in the leB&Dna of philoef>p[iv\ but
it -ayailB ti1l5 n&thiugV -At the iir^t moaniDg -of the distant
oloud, my iieait &hriiaEr5 and dit^ ivitbio me.
3. He taught the echola»'& the- Rule of ThT&Q^^
fEeaidin^^ and ivriting, and hiatcry^ tfw\
He tooli ttae little onea on hia kn^E^,,
F&r H kind old heru^t in his trreast had he^
And tJift wants of the littlest child he knewV
"'Lqejti nrhilo you re ytiCTn^\" he ofttim J^dd"',
"■"Therft ia Tniick to 5T\jo-y down hs^re balflw^;
life for tbfr living'', ani rest ftir the dead\'''
Said the j*lly pld pe^agogue^ loEg Efcgo\
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Low Pitch.
1. O, proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire.
Authorized by her grandam-
2. Thou slave! thou wretch! thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou fortune's champion, thou dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! Thou art perjured too,
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and sweat.
Upon my party! thou cold-blooded slave!
3. God! thou art mighty! At thy footstool bound.
Lie, gazing to thee. Chance, and Life, and Death;
Nor in the angel circle flaming round.
Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath,
Is one that can withstand thy wrath's hot breath.
Woe, in thy frown: in thy smile, victory:
Hear my last prayer! I ask no mortal wreath;
Let but these eyes my rescued country see,
Then take my spirit, all Omnipotent, to thee.
4. O Thou eternal One! whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide.
Unchanged through time's all-devastating blight!
Thou only God, there is no god beside!
Being above all things, mighty One,
Whom none can comprehend and none explore;
Who filTst existence with thyself alone, --
Embracing all, supporting, ruling o'er,--
Being whom we call God, and know no more!
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QUANTITY AND QUALITY.
Quantity, in reading and speaking, means the length of time occupied
in uttering a syllable or a word. Sounds and syllables vary greatly in
quantity. Some are long, some short, and others intermediate between
those which are long or short. Some sounds, also, may be prolonged or
shortened in utterance to any desired extent. Quantity may be classified as
Long, Medium, or Short.
DIRECTIONS FOR PRACTICE ON LONG QUANTITY. -Select
some word of one syllable ending with a long vocal or a subvocal sound;
pronounce it many limes in succession, increasing the quantity at each
repetition, until you can dwell upon it any desired length of time, without
drawling, and in a natural tone.
REMARK. --Practice in accordance with this direction will enable the
pupil to secure that fullness and roundness of voice which is exemplified
in the hailing of a ship, "ship aho--y;" in the reply of the sailor, when, in
the roar of the storm, he answers his captain, "ay--e. ay--e;" and in the
command of the officer to his troops, when, amid the thunder of artillery,
he gives the order, "ma--rch," or "ha— It."
This fullness or roundness of tone is secured, by dwelling on the vocal
soitnd^ and indefinitely protracting it. The mouth should be opened wide,
the tongue kept down, and the aperture left as round and as free for the
voice as possible.
It is this artificial rotundity which, in connection with a distinct
articulation, enables one who speaks in the open air, or in a very large
apartment, to send his voice to the most distant point. It is a certain degree
of this quality, which distinguishes declamatory or public speaking or
reading from private conversation, and no one can accomplish much, as a
public speaker, without cultivating it. It must be carefully distinguished
from the "high tone," which is an elevation of pitchy and from "loudness."
or "strength" of voice.
It will be observed that clearness and distinctness of utterance are
secured by a proper use of the subvocals and aspirales--lhese sounds
giving to words their shape^ as it were; but a clear, full, and well-
modulated utterance of the vocals gives to words \\\^\r fidlness.
LONG QUANTITY,
L Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
2. Woe, woe, to the inhabitants of Jerusalem!
6.-4.
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3. O righteous Heaven! ere Freedom found a grave.
Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save?
Where was thine arm, O Vengeance! where thy rod.
That smote the foes of Zion and of God?
4. O sailor boy! sailor boy! never again
Shall home, love, or kindred thy wishes repay;
Unblessed and unhonored, down deep in the main,
Full many a fathom, thy frame shall decay.
5- O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who
hast set thy glory above the heavens! When I consider thy heavens, the
work of thy fingers; the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
what is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou
visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and
hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have
dominion over the work of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his
feet. O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!
MEDIUM QUANTITY.
1. Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose;
The spectacles set them, unhappily, wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows.
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
2. Bird of the broad and sweeping wing!
Thy home is high in heaven.
Where the wide storms their banners fling.
And the tempest clouds are driven.
3. At midnight, in his guarded tent.
The Turk lay dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent.
Should tremble at his power.
4. On New Year's night, an old man stood at his window, and looked,
with a glance of fearful despair, up the immovable, unfading heaven, and
down upon the still, pure, white earth, on which no one was now so
joyless and sleepless as he.
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SHORT QUANTITY,
1. Quick! or he faints! stand with the cordial near!
2. Back to thy punishment, false fugitive!
3. Fret till your proud heart breaks! Must I observe you? Must I crouch
beneath your testy humor?
4. Up drawbridge, grooms! what, warder, ho!
Let the portcullis fall!
5. Quick, man the lifeboat! see yon bark,
That drives before the blast!
There's a rock ahead, the fog is dark,
And the storm comes thick and fast,
6. I am at liberty, like every other man, to use my own language; and
though, perhaps, I may have some ambition to please this gentleman, I
shall not by myself under any restraint, nor very solicitously copy his
diction, or his mien, however matured by age or modeled by experience.
MOVEMENT.
Movement is the rapidity with which the voice moves in reading and
speaking. It varies with the nature of the thought or sentiment to be
expressed, and should be increased or diminished as good taste may
determine. With pupils generally, the tendency is to read too fast. The
result is, reading or speaking in too high a key and an unnatural style of
delivery--both of which faults are difficult to be corrected when once
formed. The kinds of movement are Slow, Moderate , and Quick.
DIRECTIONS. --Read a selection as slowly us possible, without
drawling. Read it again and again, increasing the rate of movement
at each reading, until it can be
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read no faster without the utterance becoming indistinct. Reverse this
process, reading more and more slowly at each repetition, until the
slowest movement is obtained.
SLOW MOVEMENT.
1. Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly, since I heard them last.
2. A tremulous sigh from the gentle night wind
Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping.
While stars up above, with their glittering eyes,
Keep guard; for the army is sleeping-
3. O Lord'! have mercy upon us, miserable offenders'!
4. So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan that moves
To ihe pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death.
Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
MODERATE MOVEMENT.
1. The good', the brave', the beautiful.
How dreamless' is their sleep.
Where rolls the dirge-like music'
Of the over-tossing deep'!
Or where the surging night winds
Pale Winter's robes have spread
Above Ihe narrow palaces.
In the cities of the dead'!
2. Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime.
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on Ihe sands of time.
L The good^i the hmv^, the b«iiutLrul\
How drrrfL]XLl<iPa^ ip their pl^ep,
WiJcre rolls t]ie dirg;e-nke mnEic'
Of 4]bQ evfir-tr:^sidg dftf^pM
Or ivlinirs the surging nij^Vit wimJa
Pale Wmt^3 robea hftve spread
Atcive the narrow pal^es,
In the ciCicfl of the deadM
2. lives of ^pttt moil (dl remind uh
"Wa can makft our \Wm Bublim^
And, il^pauting, leave behind uk
Footfjrintfl on the naiads :>f tima
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3. Cast your eyes over this extensive country. Observe the salubrity of
your climale, the variety and fertility of your soil; and see that soil
intersected in every quarter by bold, navigable streams, flowing to the
east and to the west, as if the finger of heaven were marking out the
course of your settlements, inviting you to enterprise, and pointing the
way to wealth.
QUICK MOVEMENT.
1. Awake'! arise'! or be forever fallen.
2. Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame.
Over the mountain side or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name.
3. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace--
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths light.
Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique right,
Rebuckled the check strap, chained slacker the bit.
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whil.
4. Oh my dear uncle, you don't know the effect of a fine spring
morning upon a fellow just arrived from Russia. The day looked bright,
trees budding, birds singing, the park so gay, that 1 took a leap out of your
balcony, made your deer fly before me like the wind, and chased them all
around the park to get an appetite for breakfast, while you were snoring in
bed, uncle.
1. AwakeM ariseV or be forever fallen.
Quality.— We notice a difference between the soft, insinuating tones of
persuasion; the full, strong voice of command and decision; the harsh,
irregular, and sometimes grating explosion of the sounds of passion; the
plaintive notes of sorrow and pity; and the equable and unimpassioned
flow of words in argumentative style. This difference consists in a
variation in the quality of the voice by which it is adapted to the character
of the thought or sentiment read or spoken. In our attempts to imitate
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nature, however, il is important that all affectation be avoided, for perfect
monotony is preferable to this fault. The tones of the voice should be
made to correspond with the nature of the subject, without apparent
effort.
EXAMPLES.
Passion and Grief
"Come back! come back!" he cried, in grief,
"Across this stormy water;
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter! O, my daughter!"
Plaintive
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age.
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have.
Calm
A very great portion of this globe is covered
with water, which is called sea, and is very
distinct from rivers and lakes.
Fierce Anger
Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire.
And shook his very frame for ire;
And-"This to me!" he said,-
"An 't were not for thy hoary beard.
Such hand as Marmion's had not spared
To cleave the Douglas' head!
Loud and Explosive
"Even in thy pitch of pride.
Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near,
I tell thee, thou 'rt defied!
And if thou said'st I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or near.
Lord Angus, thou hast lied!"
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VL GESTURE,
Gesture is that part of the speaker's manner which pertains to his
attitude, to the use and carriage of his person, and the movement of his
limbs in delivery.
Every person, in beginning to speak, feels the natural embarrassment
resulting from his new position. The novelty of the situation destroys his
self-possession, and, with the loss of that, he becomes awkward, his arms
and hands hang clumsily, and now, for the first lime, seem to him worse
than superfluous members. This embarrassment will be overcome
gradually, as the speaker becomes familiar with his position; and it is
sometimes overcome at once, by a powerful exercise of the attention upon
the matter of the speech. When that fills and possesses the mind, the
orator is likely to take the attitude which is becoming, and, at least, easy
and natural, if not graceful.
1st- The first general direction that should be given to the speaker is,
that he should stand erect and firm, and in that posture which gives an
expanded chest and full play to the organs of respiration and utterance.
2d. Let the attitude be such that it can be shifted easily and gracefully ,
The student will find, by trial, that no attitude is so favorable to this end
as that in which the weight of the body is thrown upon one leg, leaving
the other free to be advanced or thrown back, as fatigue or the proper
action of delivery may require.
The student who has any regard to grace or elegance, will of course
avoid all the gross faults which are so common among public speakers,
such as resting one fool upon a stool or bench, or throwing the body
forward upon the support of the rostrum.
3d. Next to attitude, come the movements of the person and limbs. In
these, two objects are to be observed, and, if possible, combined, viz-,
propriety and grace. There is
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expression in the extended arm, the clinched hand, the open palm, and the
smiting of the breast. Bui lei no gesture be made that is not in harmony
with the thought or sentiment uttered; for it is this harmony which
constitutes propriety. As far as possible, let there be a correspondence
between the style of action and the train of thought. Where the thought
flows on calmly, let there be grace and ease in gesture and action. Where
the style is sharp and abrupt, there is propriety in quick, short, and abrupt
gesticulation. Especially avoid that ungraceful sawing of the air with the
arms, into which all ill-regulated fervor betrays many young speakers.
What is called graceful manner, can only be attained by those who
have some natural advantages of person. So far as it is in the reach of
study or practice, it seems to depend chiefly upon the general cultivation
of manners, implying freedom from all embarrassments, and entire self-
possession. The secret of acquiring a graceful style of gesture, we
apprehend, lies in the habitual practice, not only when speaking but at all
times, of free and graceful movements of the limbs.
There is no limb nor feature which the accomplished speaker will not
employ with effect, in the course of a various and animated delivery. The
arms, however, are the chief reliance of the orator in gesture; and it will
not be amiss to give a hint or two in reference to their proper use.
First— ll is not an uncommon fault to use one arm exclusively, and to
give that a uniform movement. Such movement may, sometimes, have
become habitual from one's profession or employment; but in learners,
also, there is often a predisposition to this fault.
Second--lt is not unusual to see a speaker use only the lower half of his
arm. This always gives a stiff and constrained manner to delivery. Let the
whole arm move, and let the movement be free and flowing.
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Third— As a general rule, let the hand be open, with the fingers slightly
curved. It then seems libera!, communicative, and candid; and, in some
degree, gives that expression to the style of delivery. Of course there are
passages which require the clinched hand, the pointed finger, etc, etc.;
but these are used to give a particular expression.
Fourth--ln the movements of the arm, study variety and the grace of
curved lines.
When a gesture is made with one arm only, the eye should be cast in
the direction of that arm; not at it, but over it.
All speakers employ, more or less, the motions of the head. In
reference to that member, we make but one observation. Avoid the
continuous shaking and bobbing of the head, which is so conspicuous in
the action of many ambitious public speakers.
The beauty and force of all gesture consist in its timely, judicious, and
natural employment, when it can serve to illustrate the meaning or give
emphasis to the force of an important passage. The usual fault of young
speakers is too much action. To emphasize all parts alike, is equivalent to
no emphasis; and by employing forcible gestures on unimportant
passages, we diminish our power to render other parts impressive.
ELOCUTION AND READING.
The business of training youth in elocution, must be commenced in
childhood. The first school is the nursery. There, at least, may be formed
a distinct articulation, which is the first requisite for good speaking. How
rarely is it found in perfection among our orators.
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"Words," says one, referring to articulation, should "be delivered out
from the lips, as beautiful coins, newly issued from the mini; deeply and
accurately impressed, perfectly finished; neatly struck by the proper
organs, distinct, in due succession, and of due weight." How rarely do we
hear a speaker whose tongue, teeth, and lips, do their office so perfectly
as to answer to this beautiful description! And the common faults in
articulation, it should be remembered, lake their rise from the very
nursery,
Grace in eloquence, in the pulpit, at the bar, can not be separated from
grace in the ordinary manners, in private life, in the social circle, in the
family. It can not well be superinduced upon all the other acquisitions of
youth, any more than that nameless, but invaluable, quality called good
breeding. Begin, therefore, the work of forming the orator with the child;
not merely by teaching him to declaim, but what is of more consequence,
by observing and correcting his daily manners, motions, and attitudes.
You can say, when he comes into your apartment, or presents you with
something, a book or letter, in an awkward and blundering manner,
"Return, and enter this room again," or, "Present me that book in a
different manner," or, "Put yourself in a different attitude." You can
explain to him the difference between thrusting or pushing out his hand
and arm, in straight lines and at acute angles, and moving them in flowing
circular lines, and easy graceful action. He will readily understand you.
Nothing is more true than that the motions of children are originally
graceful; it is by suffering ihem to be perverted, that we lay the
foundation of invincible awkwardness in later life.
In schools for children, it ought to be a leading object to leach the art
of reading. It ought to occupy threefold more Time than it does. The
teachers of these schools should labor to improve Themselves. They
should feel that to them, for a time, are committed the future orators of
the land.
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It is better ihat a girl should return from school a first-rate reader, than
a first-rate performer on the pianoforte. The accomplishment, in its
perfection, would give more pleasure. The voice of song is not sweeter
than the voice of eloquence; and there may be eloquent readers, as well
as eloquent speakers. We speak of perfection in this art: and it is
something, we must say in defense of our preference, which we have
never yet seen. Let the same pains be devoted to reading, as are required
to form an accomplished performer on an instrument: let us have, as the
ancients had, the formers of the voice, the music masters of the reading
voice; let us see years devoted to this accomplishment, and then we
should be prepared to stand the comparison.
Reading is indeed, a most intellectual accomplishment. So is music,
too, in its perfection. We do by no means undervalue this noble and most
delightful art, to which Socrates applied himself even in his old age. But
one recommendation of the art of reading is. that it requires a constant
exercise of mind. It involves, in its perfection, the whole art of criticism
on language. A man may possess a fine genius without being a perfect
reader; but he can not be a perfect reader without genius.
ON MODULATION.
FROM LLOYD.
T is not enough the voice' be sound and clear',
'T is modulation' th^t must charm the ear.
When desperate heroes grieve with tedious moan.
And whine their sorrows in a seesaw tone.
The same soft sounds of unimpassioned woes.
Can only make the yawning hearers doze.
'Tia no-t enough t-he 'umi'i^ be sound and cleai'^,
'T is mi^duiatioTi^ that aiust charm tLe ear_
Whj^n deBperatfl heroes grieve with tedious moan,
And whioe th^ir sorrows in u set^fl-w tonfip
Tbe sam-ft soft Eoainde of unimpaa^Soned wo^s,
Can nnly makc^ the yawning hei^retE^ doze-
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The voice all modes of passion can express
Thai marks the proper word with proper stress:
Bui none emphatic can that speaker call,
Who lays an equal emphasis on all-
Some o'er the tongue the labored measure roll,
Slow and deliberate as the parting toll;
Point every stop, mark every pause so strong,
Their words like stage processions stalk along.
All affectation but creates disgust;
And e'en in speaking, we may seem too just.
In vain for them' ihQ pleasing measure flows.
Whose recilation runs it all lo prose:
Repeating what the poet sets not down.
The verb disjointing from its favorite noun,
While pause, and break, and repetition join
To make it discord in each tuneful line'.
Some' placid natures fill the allotted scene
With lifeless drawls, insipid and serene:
While others' thunder every couplet o'er,
And almost crack your ears with rant and roar;
More nature oft, and finer strokes are shown
In the low whisper than tempestuous tone;
And Hamlet's hollow voice and fixed amaze.
More powerful terror to the mind conveys
Than he, who, swollen with impetuous rage.
Bullies the bulky phantom of the stage.
He who, in earnest studies o'er his part.
Will find true nature cling about his heart.
The modes of grief are not included all
In the white handkerchief and mournful drawl:
A single look' more marks the internal woe,
Than all the windings of the lengthened Oh'l
The voi-os all iDod&s of paaaioiL can express
Tbat markfi the: jjri^per i^vOfd with ptoper strBSB:
But none ornphatiG <nLn tluTit ap^^aker celII,
Who lays An tr/yu^ ^laphasJA on aU.
0^m-H o-Vr th(^ tongue the laborerl mensure roll,.
Slow and 6dilo?iate ae the paiting t^li:
Point every i^top, mark every pause so strong^
Tbeir vford^s like stajt;e proye&aiom atalk asJiong.
All alfecti^tion but creating dL^gu&t;
And e'«n in spsufcin^, we maj spcm too Just.
In vain ftir ihcm" tLe pleEL^iii^ meattJie floivs^
Wiiose reicitfttion rans it all to prose;
liftpftatiiig what the po^t sets not down.
'J ]i-R ycrb disjuiutiiiL^r trom its fiivi^rite iiOuli,
Wliilf^ psLiise, and hre^k, ^nS repeiitinn join
To mak& a dibcoid in each tuneful lid-e^
S<fme> plEwid naturpfi fl^l tbe aJlottod Fsoena
With lifeless drflwls-j insipid and serenft"
Whilp otltevs^ tliimdi:!" every trouplet 0*^6]",
And flJTDf^st rrn^k jouv oftre. wjth fftnt aiadl TC^V]
More nature oft, and finer strokt^a h,t^ ahown
In the low whigpei^ than temptat^uous ton-;
And l'Jrfcinlip.fc's hoUow veice and liXf^tl aniaza,
More powerfiil tsrr&r to the mind crjtiv^y^
Than he, who, BWf>ll6Q with impetnoua t-a^f*,
EulHes the balky phantom of the stage.
He who, in earnest studies o'er his part,
Will find tnip Tin,ture ding nbout hi^ heart.
The njode:^ of ^iof are not irL-cludE^ all
In the Tr'hito bandkerciiief and mournfu] dmwl:
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I. ANECDOTE OF THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.
A laughable story was circulated during the administration of the old
Duke of Newcastle, and retailed to the public in various forms. This
nobleman, with many good points, was remarkable for being profuse of
his promises on all occasions, and valued himself particularly on being
able to anticipate the words or the wants of the various persons who
attended his levees, before they uttered a word. This sometimes led him
into ridiculous embarrassment; and it was this proneness to lavish
promises, which gave occasion for the following anecdote:
At the election of a certain borough in Cornwall, where the opposite
interests were almost equally poised, a single vote was of the highest
importance. This object the Duke, by well applied argument and personal
application, at length attained; and the gentleman he recommended,
gained the election. In the warmth of gratitude, his grace poured forth
acknowledgments and promises without ceasing, on the fortunate
possessor of the casting vote; called
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him his best and dearest friend; protested, that he should consider himself
as forever indebted to him; and that he would serve him by night or by day.
The Cornish voter, who was an honest fellow, and would not have
thought himself entitled to any reward, but for such a torrent of
acknowledgments, thanked the Duke for his kindness, and told him the
supervisor of excise was old and infirm, and, if he would have the goodness
to recommend his son-in-law to the commissioners, in case of the old man's
death, he should think himself and his family bound to render his grace
every assistance in their power, on any future occasion.
"My dear friend, why do you ask for such a trifling employment?"
exclaimed his grace; "your relative shall have it the moment the place is
vacant, if you will but call my attention to it."
"But how shall I get admitted to you, my lord? For in London, i
understand, it is a very difficuh business to gel a sight of you great folks,
though you are so kind and complaisant to us in the country."
"The instant the man dies," replied the Duke, "set out posthaste for
London; drive directly to my house, and, be it by night or by day, thunder
at the door; I will leave word with my porter to show you upstairs directly;
and the employment shall be disposed of according to your wishes."
The parties separated; the Duke drove to a friend's house in the
neighborhood, without a wish or desire to see his new acquaintance till that
day seven years; but the memory of the Cornish elector, not being
burdened with such a variety of objects, was more retentive. The supervisor
died a few months after, and the Duke's humble friend, relying on the word
of a peer, was conveyed to London posthaste, and ascended with alacrity
the steps of that nobleman's palace-
The reader should be informed, that just at this time,
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no less a person than the King of Spain was expected hourly to depart this
life, an event in which the minister of Great Britain was particularly
concerned; and the Duke of Newcastle, on the very night that the
proprietor of the decisive vote arrived at his door, had sal up anxiously
expecting dispatches from Madrid. Wearied by official business and
agitated spirits, he retired to rest, having previously given particular
instructions to his porter not to go to bed, as he expected every minute a
messenger with advices of the greatest importance, and desired that he
might be shown upstairs, the moment of his arrival.
His grace was sound asleep; and the porter, settled for the night in his
armchair, had already commenced a sonorous nap, when the vigorous arm
of the Cornish voter roused him from his slumbers. To his first question,
"Is the Duke at home?" the porter replied, "Yes, and in bed; but has left
particular orders that, come when you will, you are to go up to him
directly."
"Bless him, for a worthy and honest gentleman," cried our applicant for
the vacant post, smiling and nodding with approbation at the prime
minister's kindness, "how punctual his grace is; I knew he would not
deceive me; let me hear no more of lords and dukes not keeping their
words; I verily believe they are as honest, and mean as well as any other
folks," Having ascended the stairs as he was speaking, he was ushered
into the Duke's bedchamber.
"Is he dead?" exclaimed his grace, rubbing his eyes, and scarcely
awakened from dreaming of the King of Spain, "Is he dead?"
"Yes, my lord," replied the eager expectant, delighted to find the
election promise, with all its circumstances, so fresh in the nobleman's
memory.
"When did he die?"
"The day before yesterday, exactly at half past one o'clock, after being
confined three weeks to his bed, and
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taking a power of doctor's stuff, and I hope your grace will be as good as
your word, and let my soii-in-law succeed him."
The Duke, by this lime perfectly awake, was sta^ered at the
impossibility of receiving intelligence from Madrid in so short a space of
time; and perplexed at the absurdity of a king's messenger applying for
his son-in-law to succeed the King of Spain: "Is the man drunk, or mad?
Where are your dispatches?" exclaimed his grace, hastily drawing back
his curtain; where, instead of a royal courier, he recognized at the bedside,
the fat, good-humored countenance of his friend from Cornwall, making
low bows, with hat in hand, and "hoping my lord would not forget the
gracious promise he was so good as to make, in favor of his son-in-law, at
the last election."
Vexed at so untimely a disturbance, and disappointed of news from
Spain, the Duke frowned for a moment; but chagrin soon gave way to
mirth, at so singular and ridiculous a combination of circumstances, and,
yielding to the impulse, he sunk upon the bed in a violent fit of laughter,
which was communicated in a moment to the attendants.
The relaler of this little narrative, concludes, with observing,
"Although the Duke of Newcastle could not place the relative of his old
acquaintance on the throne of His Catholic Majesty, he advanced him to a
post not less honorable --he made him an exciseman."
--Blackwood's Magazine.
Notes.— Duke of Newcastle .--Thomas Holies Pelham {b. 1693, d.
1768), one of the chief ministers of state in the reign of George IL of
England.
Cornwall. --A county forming the extreme southwestern part of
England-
King of Spain. --Ferdinand VI. was then the king of Spain. He died in
1759.
His Catholic Majesty, a title applied to the kings of Spain; first given
to Alfonso I. by Pope Gregory IIL in 739.
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ILTHE NEEDLE.
The gay belles of fashion may boast of excelling
In wallz or cotillon, at whist or quadrille;
And seek admiration by vauntingly telling
Of drawing, and painting, and musical skill:
But give me the fair one, in country or city,
Whose home and its duties are dear to her heart,
Who cheerfully warbles some rustical ditty,
While plying the needle with exquisite art:
The bright little needle, the swift-flying needle,
The needle directed by beauty and art.
If Love have a potent, a magical token,
A talisman, ever resistless and true,
A charm that is never evaded or broken,
A witchery certain the heart to subdue,
T is this; and his armory never has furnished
So keen and unerring, or polished a dart;
Let beauty direct it, so polished and burnished.
And oh! it is certain of touching the heart:
The bright little needle, the swift-flying needle.
The needle directed by beauty and art.
Be wise, then, ye maidens, nor seek admiration.
By dressing for conquest, and flirting with all;
You never, whatever be your fortune or station.
Appear half so lovely at rout or at ball.
As gayly convened at the work-covered table.
Each cheerfully active, playing her part.
Beguiling the task with a song or a fable.
And plying the needle with exquisite art:
The bright little needle, the swift-flying needle.
The needle directed by beauty and art.
-Samuel Woodworth.
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IIL DAWN,
Edward Everett, 1794-1865. He was born at Dorchester, Mass., now a
part of Boston, and graduated from Harvard College with the highest honors
of his class, at the age of seventeen. While yet in college, he had quite a
reputation as a brilliant writer. Before he was twenty years of age, he was
settled as pastor over the Brattle Street Church, in Boston, and at once
became famous as an eloquent preacher. In 1814, he was elected Professor of
Greek Literature in his Alma Mater\ and, in order to prepare himself for the
duties of his office, he entered on an extended course of travel in Europe. He
edited the "North American Review," in addition to the laboi^ of his
professorship, after he returned to America.
In 1825, Mr. Everett was elected to Congress, and held his seat in the
House for ten years. He was Governor of his native state from 1835 to 1839.
In 1841, he was appointed Minister to England. On his return, in 1846, he
was chosen President of Harvard University, and held the office for three
years. In 1852, he was appointed Secretary of State. February 22, 1856, he
delivered, in Boston, his celebrated lecture on Washington. This lecture was
afterwards delivered in most of the principal cities and towns in the United
Stales. The proceeds were devoted to the purchase of Mt. Vernon, In 1 860,
he was a candidate for the Vice Presidency of the United Slates, He is
celebrated as an elegant and forcible writer, and a chaste orator.
This extract, a wonderful piece of word painting, is a portion of an address
on the "Uses of Astronomy," delivered at the inauguration of the Dudley
Observatory, at Albany, N, Y, Note the careful use of words, and the strong
figures in the third and fourth paragraphs.
I had occasion, a few weeks since, to take the early train from
Providence to Boston; and for this purpose rose at two o'clock in the
morning. Everything around was wrapped in darkness and hushed in
silence, broken only by what seemed at that hour the unearthly clank and
rush of the train. It was a mild, serene, midsummer's night, --the sky was
without a cloud, the winds were whist. The moon, then in the last quarter,
had just risen, and the stars shone with a spectral luster but little affected
by her presence.
Jupiter, two hours high, was the herald of the day; the Pleiades, just
above the horizon, shed their sweet influence in the east; Lyra sparkled
near the zenith; Andromeda veiled her newly-discovered glories from the
naked eye in the south; the steady Pointers, far beneath the pole.
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looked meekly up from the depths of the north lo their sovereign.
Such was the glorious spectacle as 1 entered the train. As we
proceeded, the timid approach of twilight became more perceptible; the
intense blue of the sky began to soften; the smaller stars, like little
children, went first to rest; the sister beams of the Pleiades soon melted
together; but the bright constellations of the west and north remained
unchanged. Steadily the wondrous transfiguration went on. Hands of
angels, hidden from mortal eyes, shifted the scenery of the heavens; the
glories of night dissolved into the glories of the dawn.
The blue sky now turned more softly gray; the great watch stars shut
up their holy eyes; the east began to kindle. Faint streaks of purple soon
blushed along the sky; the whole celestial concave was filled with the
inflowing tides of the morning light, which came pouring down from
above in one great ocean of radiance; till at length, as we reached the Blue
Hills, a flash of purple fire blazed out from above the horizon, and turned
the dewy teardrops of flower and leaf into rubies and diamonds. In a few
seconds, the everlasting gates of the morning were thrown wide open, and
the lord of day, arrayed in glories too severe for the gaze of man, began
his state.
I do not wonder at the superstition of the ancient Magians, who, in the
morning of the world, went up to the hilltops of Central Asia, and,
ignorant of the true God, adored the most glorious work of his hand. But I
am filled with amazement, when I am told, that, in this enlightened age
and in the heart of the Christian world, there are persons who can witness
this daily manifestation of the power and wisdom of the Creator, and yet
say in their hearts, "There is no God."
Notes.— Jupiler, the largest planet of the solar system, and, next to
Venus, the brightest. Pleiades {pro. ple'ya-dez), a group of seven small
stars in the constellation of Taurus.
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Lyra, Androra'eda, two brilliant conslellalions in the northern part of the
heavens. Pointers, two stars of the group called the Dipper, in the Great
Bear- These stars and the Polar Star are nearly in the same straight line.
Blue Hills, hills about seven hundred feet high, southwest of Boston,
Massachusetts-
Magians, Persian worshipers of fire and the sun, as representatives of
the Supreme Being.
IV. DESCRIPTION OF A STORM,
Benjamin Disraeli. 1805-1881, was of Jewish descent. His ancestors
were driven out of Spain by the Inquisition, and went to Venice. In 1748,
his grandfather came to England. His father was Isaac Disraeli, well
known as a literary man. Benjamin was born in London, and received his
early education under his father. He afterwards studied for a lawyer, but
soon gave up his profession for literature. His first novel, "Vivian Grey,"
appeared when the author was twenty-one years of age; it received much
attention. After several defeats he succeeded in an election to Parliament,
and took his seat in that body, in the first year of Victoria's reign. On his
first attempt to speak in Parliament, the House refused to hear him. It is
said that, as he sat down, he remarked that the lime would come when
they would hear him. In 1849, he became the leader of the Conservative
parly in the House. During the administration of W. E. Gladstone, Mr.
Disraeli was leader of the opposition. In 1868, he became prime minister,
holding the office for a short time. In 1874, he was again appointed to the
same office, where he remained until 1880. His wife was made
Viscountess of Beaconsfield in 1868. After her death, the title of Earl of
Beaconsfield was conferred on Disraeli. He ranked among the most
eminent, statesmen of the age, but always devoted a portion of his time to
literature. "Lothair," a novel, was published in 1870.
* * "' They looked round on every side, and hope gave way before the
scene of desolation. Immense branches were shivered from the largest
trees; small ones were eitirely stripped of their leaves; the long grass was
bowed to the earth; the waters were whirled in eddies out of the little
rivulets, birds, leaving their nests to seek shelter in the crevices of the
rocks, unable to stem the driving air, flapped their wings and fell upon the
earth; the frightened animals of the plain, almost suffocated by the
impetuosity
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of the wind, sought safety and found destruction; some of the largest trees
were lorn up by the roots; the sluices of the mountains were filled, and
innumerable torrents rushed down the before empty gullies. The heavens
now open, and the lightning and thunder contend with the horrors of the
wind.
In a moment, all was again hushed. Dead silence succeeded the bellow
of the thunder, the roar of the wind, the rush of the waters, the moaning of
the beasts, the screaming of the birds. Nothing was heard save the plash
of the agitated lake, as it beat up against the black rocks which girt it in.
Again, greater darkness enveloped the trembling earth. Anon, the
heavens were rent with lightning, which nothing could have quenched but
the descending deluge. Cataracts poured down from the lowering
firmament. For an instant, the horses dashed madly forward; beast and
rider blinded and stifled by the gushing rain, and gasping for breath-
Shelter was nowhere. The quivering beasts reared, and snorted, and sank
upon their knees, dismounting their riders.
He had scarcely spoken, when there burst forth a terrific noise, they
knew not what; a rush, they could not understand; a vibration which
shook them on their horses. Every terror sank before the roar of the
cataract. It seemed that the mighty mountain, unable to support its weight
of waters, shook to the foundation. A lake had burst upon its summit, and
the cataract became a falling ocean. The source of the great deep appeared
to be discharging itself over the range of mountains; the great gray peak
tottered on its foundalion!--It shook!— it fell! and buried in its ruins the
castle, the village, and the bridge!
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V. AFTER THE THUNDERSTORM.
James Thomson, 1700-1748, the son of a clergyman, was born in
Scotland. He studied at the University of Edinburgh, and intended to
follow the profession of his father, but never entered upon the duties of
the sacred office. In 1724 he went to London, where he spent most of his
subsequent life. He had shown some poetical talent when it boy; and, in
1826, he published "Winter," a part of a longer poem, entitled "The
Seasons," the best known of all his works. He also wrote several plays for
the stage; none of them, however, achieved any great success. In the last
year of his life, he published his "Castle of Indolence," the most famous
of his works excepting "The Seasons." Thomson was heavy and dull in
his personal appearance, and was indolent in his habits. The moral tone of
his writings is always good. This extract is from "The Seasons."
As from the face of heaven the shattered clouds
Tumultuous rove, the interminable sky
Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands
A purer azure.
Through the lightened air
A higher luster and a clearer calm.
Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign
Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy.
Set off abundant by the yellow ray.
Invests the fields; and nature smiles revived.
'T is beauty all, and grateful song around.
Joined to the low of kine, and numerous bleat
Of flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale:
And shall the hymn be marred by thankless man.
Most favored; who, with voice articulate.
Should lead the chorus of this lower world?
Shall man, so soon forgetful of the Hand
That hushed the thunder, and serenes the sky.
Extinguished fed that spark the tempest waked,
That sense of powers exceeding far his own.
Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears?
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VL HOUSE CLEANING.
Francis Hopkinson, 1737-1791. He was the son of an Englishman;
born in Philadelphia, and was educated at the college of thai city, now the
University of Pennsylvania. He represented New Jersey in the Congress
of 1776, and was one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence.
He was one of the most sensible and elegant writers of his time, and
distinguished himself both in prose and verse. His lighter writings abound
in humor and keen satire; his more solid writings are marked by clearness
and good sense. His pen did much to forward the cause of American
independence. His "Essay on Whitewashing," from which the following
extract is taken, was mistaken for the composition of Dr. Franklin, and
published among his writings, II was originally in the form of "A Letter
from a Gentleman in America to his Friend in Europe, on Whitewashing/'
There is no season of the year in which the lady may not, if she
pleases, claim her privilege; but the latter end of May is generally fixed
upon for the purpose- The attentive husband may judge, by certain
prognostics, when the storm is at hand. If the lady grows uncommonly
fretful, finds fault with the servants, is discontented with the children, and
complains much of the nastiness of everything about her, these are
symptoms which ought not to be neglected, yet they sometimes go off
without any further effect-
But if, when the husband rises in the morning, he should observe in the
yard a wheelbarrow with a quantity of lime in it, or should see certain
buckets filled with a solution of lime in water, there is no time for
hesitation. He immediately locks up the apartment or closet where his
papers and private properly are kept, and, putting the key into his pocket,
betakes himself to flight. A husband, however beloved, becomes a perfect
nuisance during this season of female rage. His authority is superseded,
his commission suspended, and the very scullion who cleans the brasses
in the kitchen becomes of more importance than he. He has nothing for it
but to abdicate for a time, and run from an evil which he can neither
prevent nor mollify.
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The husband gone, the ceremony begins. The walls are stripped of their
furniture--paintings, prints, and looking-glasses lie huddled in heaps
about the floors; the curtains are lorn from their testers, the beds crammed
into windows, chairs and tables, bedsteads and cradles, crowd the yard,
and the garden fence bends beneath the weight of carpets, bJankets, cloth
cloaks, old coats, under petticoats, and ragged breeches. Here may be
seen the lumber of the kitchen, forming a dark and confused mass for the
foreground of the picture; gridirons and frying pans, rusty shovels and
broken tongs, joint stools, and the fractured remains of rush-bottomed
chairs. There a closet has disgorged its bowels--riveted plates and dishes,
halves of china bowls, cracked tumblers, broken wineglasses, phials of
forgotten physic, papers of unknown powders, seeds and dried herbs, tops
of teapots, and stoppers of departed decanters- -from the rag hole in the
garret, to the rat hole in the cellar, no place escapes unrummaged. It
would seem as if the day of general doom had come, and the utensils of
the house were dragged forth to judgment.
In this tempest, the words of King Lear unavoidably present
themselves, and might, with little alteration, be made strictly applicable.
"Let the great gods.
Thai keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads.
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch.
That hast within thee undivulged crimes
Unwhipp'd of justice.
Close pent-up guilts.
Rive your concealing continents, and cry
These dreadful summoners grace."
This ceremony completed, and the house thoroughly evacuated, the
next operation is to smear the walls and ceilings with brushes dipped into
a solution of lime, called whitewash; to pour buckets of water over every
floor; and scratch all the partitions and wainscots with hard brushes,
charged with soft soap and stonecutters' sand.
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The windows by no means escape the genera! deluge. A servant
scrambles out upon the penthouse, at the risk of her neck, and, with a mug
in her hand and a bucket within reach, dashes innumerable gallons of
water against the glass panes, to the great annoyance of passengers in the
street.
I have been told that an action at law was once brought against one of
these water nymphs, by a person who had a new suit of clothes spoiled by
this operation: but after long argument, it was determined that no
damages could be awarded; inasmuch as the defendant was in the exercise
of a legal right, and not answerable for the consequences. And so the poor
gentleman was doubly non-suited; for he lost both his suit of clothes and
his suit at law.
These smearings and scratchings, these washings and dashings, being
duly performed, the next ceremonial is to cleanse and replace the
distracted furniture. You may have seen a house raising, or a ship launch-
-recollect, if you can, the hurry, bustle, confusion, and noise of such a
scene, and you will have some idea of this cleansing match. The
misfortune is, that the sole object is to make things clean. It matters not
how many useful, ornamental, or valuable articles suffer mutilation or
death under the operation. A mahogany chair and a carved frame undergo
the same discipline; they are to be made clean at all events; but their
preservation is not worthy of attention.
For instance: a fine large engraving is laid flat upon the floor; a number
of smaller prints are piled upon it, until the superincumbent weight cracks
the lower glass--but this is of no importance. A valuable picture is placed
leaning against the sharp corner of a table; others are made to lean against
that, till the pressure of the whole forces the corner of the table through
the canvas of the first. The frame and glass of a fine print are to be
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cleaned; the spirit and oil used on this occasion are suffered to leak:
through and deface the engraving--no matter. If the glass is clean and the
frame shines, it is sufficient--the rest is not worthy of consideration. An
able arithmetician hath made a calculation, founded on long experience,
and proved that the losses and destruction incident to two white washings
are equal to one removal, and three removals equal to one fire.
This cleansing frolic over, matters begin to resume their pristine
appearance: the storm abates, and all would be well again; but it is
impossible that so great a convulsion in so small a community should
pass over without producing some consequences. For two or three weeks
after the operation, the family are usually afflicted with sore eyes, sore
throats, or severe colds, occasioned by exhalations from wet floors and
damp walls.
I know a gentleman here who is fond of accounting for everything in a
philosophical way. He considers this, what I call a custom, as a real
periodical disease peculiar to the climate. His train of reasoning is
whimsical and ingenious, but 1 am not at leisure to give you the detail.
The result was, that he found the distemper to be incurable; but after
much study, he thought he had discovered a method to divert the evil he
could not subdue. For this purpose, he caused a small building, about
twelve feel square, to be erected in his garden, and furnished with some
ordinary chairs and tables, and a few prints of the cheapest sort. His hope
was, that when the whitewashing frenzy seized the females of his family,
they might repair to this apartment, and scrub, and scour, and smear to
their hearts' content; and so spend the violence of the disease in this
outpost, whilst he enjoyed himself in quiet at headquarters. But the
experiment did not answer his expectation. It was impossible it should,
since a principal part of the gratification consists in the lady's having an
uncontrolled right to torment her husband at least once
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in every year; to turn him out of doors, and take the reins of government
into her own hands-
There is a much better contrivance than this of the philosopher's; which
is, to cover the walls of the house with paper. This is generally done. And
though it does not abolish, it at least shortens the period of female
dominion. This paper is decorated with various fancies; and made so
ornamental that the women have admitted the fashion without perceiving
the design.
There is also another alleviation to the husband's distress. He generally
has the sole use of a small room or closet for his books and papers, the
key of which he is allowed to keep. This is considered as a privileged
place, even in the whitewashing season, and stands like the land of
Goshen amidst the plagues of Egypt, But then he must be extremely
cautious, and ever upon his guard; for, should he inadvertently go abroad
and leave the key in his door, the housemaid, who is always on the watch
for such an opportunity, immediately enters in triumph with buckets,
brooms, and brushes--lakes possession of the premises, and forthwith puts
an his books and papers "to rights," to his utter confusion, and sometimes
serious detriment.
Notes.— Lear,— The reference is to Shakespeare's tragedy. Act III,
Scene 2.
Goshen.— The portion of Egypt settled by Jacob and his family. In the
Bible, Exodus viii, 22, Goshen was exempted from the plague of the flies.
The teacher should ascertain that the pupils note the satire and humor
of this selection.
This letter was written about a hundred years ago. What word in the
first paragraph that would probably not be used by an elegant writer of the
present day? Note the words that indicate changes in domestic customs;
such as testers, joint stools, wainscots, house raising.
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VIL SCHEMES OF LIFE OFTEN ILLUSORY,
Samuel Johnson, 1700-1784. This truly remarkable man was the son
of a bookseller and stationer; he was born in Lichfield, Staffordshire,
England. He entered Pembroke College, Oxford, in 1728; but, at the end
of three years, his poverty compelled him lo leave without taking his
degree. In 1736, he married Mrs, Porter, a widow of little culture, much
older than himself, but possessed of some properly. The marriage seems
to have been a happy one, nevertheless; and, on the death of his wife, in
1752, Johnson mourned for her, most sincerely. Soon after his marriage,
he opened a private school, but, obtained only three pupils, one of whom
was David Garrick, afterward the celebrated actor. In 1737, he removed
to London, where he lived for most of the remainder of his life. Here he
entered upon literary work, in which he continued, and from which he
derived his chief support, although at limes it was but a meager one. His
"Vanity of Human Wishes" was sold for ten guineas. His great
Dictionary, the first one of the English language worthy of mention,
brought him 1575 Pounds, and occupied his time for seven years. Most of
the money he received for the work went to pay his six amanuenses. The
other most famous of his numerous literary works are "The Rambler,"
"Rasselas," "The Lives of the English Poets," and his edition of
Shakespeare. In person, Johnson was heavy and awkward; he was the
victim of scrofula in his youth, and of dropsy in his old age. In manner, he
was boorish and overbearing; but his great powers and his wisdom caused
his company to be sought by many eminent men of his time.
Omar, the son of Hassan, had passed seventy-five years in honor and
prosperity. The favor of three successive caliphs had filled his house with
gold and silver; and whenever he appeared, the benedictions of the people
proclaimed his passage.
Terrestrial happiness is of short continuance. The brightness of the
flame is wasting its fuel; the fragrant flower is passing away in its own
odors. The vigor of Omar began to fail; the curls of beauty fell from his
head; strength departed from his hands, and agility from his feet. He gave
back to the caliph the keys of trust, and the seals of secrecy; and sought
no other pleasure for the remainder of life than the converse of the wise
and the gratitude of the good.
The powers of his mind were yet unimpaired. His charrfcer was filled
by visitants, eager to catch the dictates of
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experience, and officious lo pay the tribute of admiration. Caleb, the son
of the viceroy of Egypt, entered every day early, and retired late. He was
beautiful and eloquent; Omar admired his wit, and loved his docility.
'Tell me," said Caleb, "thou to whose voice nations have listened, and
whose wisdom is known to the extremities of Asia, tell me, how I may
resemble Omar the prudent? The arts by which thou hast gained power
and preserved it, are to thee no longer necessary or useful; impart to me
the secret of thy conduct, and teach me the plan upon which thy wisdom
has built thy fortune."
''Young man," said Omar, "it is of little use to form plans of life. When
I took my first survey of the world, in my twentieth year, having
considered the various conditions of mankind, in the hour of solitude I
said thus to myself, leaning against a cedar which spread its branches over
my head: 'Seventy years are allowed to man; I have yet fifty remaining.
" 'Ten years I will allot to the attainment of knowledge, and ten I will
pass in foreign countries; I shall be learned, and therefore I shall be
honored; every city will shout at my arrival, and every student will solicit
my friendship. Twenty years thus passed will store my mind with images
which I shall be busy through the rest of my life in combining and
comparing- I shall revel in inexhaustible accumulations of intellectual
riches; T shall find new pleasures for every moment, and shall never more
be weary of myself.
" 'I will not, however, deviate too far from the beaten track of life; but
will try what can be found in female delicacy. I will marry a wife as
beautiful as the houries, and wise as Zobeide; and with her I will live
twenty years within the suburbs of Bagdad, in every pleasure that wealth
can purchase, and fancy can invent.
" T will then retire to a rural dwelling, pass my days in obscurity and
contemplation; and lie silently down
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on the bed of death. Through my life it shall be my settled resolution, that
I will never depend on the smile of princes; thai I will never stand
exposed to the artifices of courts; I will never pant for public honors, nor
disturb my quiet with the affairs of slate.' Such was my scheme of life,
which I impressed indelibly upon my memory.
"The first part of my ensuing time was to be spent in search of
knowledge, and I know not how 1 was diverted from my design, I had no
visible impediments without, nor any ungovernable passion within. 1
regarded knowledge as the highest honor, and the most engaging
pleasure; yet day stole upon day, and month glided after month, till I
found that seven years of the first ten had vanished, and left nothing
behind them.
"I now postponed my purpose of traveling; for why should 1 go abroad,
while so much remained to be learned at home? I immured myself for
four years, and studied the laws of the empire. The fame of my skill
reached the judges: I was found able to speak upon doubtful questions,
and I was commanded to stand at the footstool of the caliph. I was heard
with attention; I was consulted with confidence, and the love of praise
fastened on my heart.
"I still wished to see distant countries; listened with rapture to the
relations of travelers, and resolved some lime to ask my dismission, that I
might feast my soul with novelty; but my presence was always necessary,
and the stream of business hurried me along. Sometimes, I was afraid lest
I should be charged with ingratitude; but I still proposed to travel, and
therefore would not confine myself by marriage.
"In my fiftieth year, I began to suspect that the time of my traveling
was past; and thought it best to lay hold on the felicity yet in my power,
and indulge myself in domestic pleasures. But, at fifty, no man easily
finds a woman beautiful as the houries, and wise as Zobeide. I inquired
and rejected, consulted and deliberated, till the
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sixty-second year made me ashamed of wishing to marry, I had now
nothing left but retirement; and for retirement I never found a time, till
disease forced me from public employment,
"Such was my scheme, and such has been its consequence. With an
insatiable thirst for knowledge, I trifled away the years of improvement;
with a restless desire of seeing different countries, I have always resided
in the same city; with the highest expectation of connubial felicity, I have
lived unmarried; and with an unalterable resolution of contemplative
retirement, I am going to die within the walls of Bagdad,"
Notes.— Bag dad'— A large city of Asiatic Turkey, on the river Tigris.
In the ninth century, it was the greatest center of Moslem power and
learning.
Zobeide (Zo-bad').--A lady of Bagdad, whose story is given in the
"Three Calendars" of the "Arabian Nights."
In this selection the form of an allegory is used to express a general
truth.
VIII. THE BRAVE OLD OAK.
Henry Fothergill Chorley, 1808-1872. He is known chiefly as a
musical critic and author; for thirty-eight years he was connected with the
"London Athenaeum." His books are mostly novels.
A song to the oak, the brave old oak.
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;
Here's health and renown to his broad green crown.
And his fifty arms so strong.
There's fear in his frown, when the sun goes down.
And the fire in the west fades out;
And he showeth his might on a wild midnight,
When the storms through his branches shout.
6.-6.
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In the days of old, when the spring with cold
Had brightened his branches gray,
Through the grass at his feet, crept maidens sweet,
To gather the dews of May.
And on that day, to the rebec gay
They frolicked with lovesome swains;
They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid,
But the tree-it still remains.
He saw rare times when the Christmas chimes
Were a merry sound to hear.
When the Squire's wide hall and the cottage small
Were filled with good English cheer.
Now gold hath the sway we all obey,
And a ruthless king is he;
But he never shall send our ancient friend
To be tossed on the stormy sea.
Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who stands in his pride alone;
And still flourish he, a hale green tree.
When a hundred years are gone.
IX, THE ARTIST SURPRISED.
It may not be known to all the admirers of the genius of Albert Durer,
that that famous engraver was endowed with a "better half," so peevish in
temper, that she was the torment not only of his own life, but also of his
pupils and domestics. Some of the former were cunning enough to
purchase peace for themselves by conciliating the common tyrant, but
woe to those unwilling or unable to offer aught in propitiation. Even the
wiser ones were spared only by having their offenses visited upon a
scapegoat.
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This unfortunate individual was Samuel Duhobret, a disciple whom
Durer had admitted into his school out of charity- He was employed in
painting signs and the coarser tapestry then used in Germany. He was
about forty years of age, little, ugly, and humpbacked; he was the butt of
every ill joke among his fellow disciples, and was picked out as an object
of especial dislike by Madame Durer. Bui he bore all with patience, and
ale, without complaint, the scanty crusts given him every day for dinner,
while his companions often fared sumptuously.
Poor Samuel had not a spice of envy or malice in his heart. He would,
at any time, have toiled half the night to assist or serve those who were
wont oftenest to laugh at him, or abuse him loudest for his stupidity. True,
he had not the qualities of social humor or wit, but he was an example of
indefatigable industry. He came to his studies every morning at daybreak,
and remained at work until sunset. Then he retired into his lonely
chamber, and wrought for his own amusement.
Duhobret labored three years in this way, giving himself no time for
exercise or recreation. He said nothing to a single human being of the
paintings he had produced in the solitude of his cell, by the light of his
lamp. But his bodily energies wasted and declined under incessant toil.
There was none sufficiently interested in the poor artist, to mark the
feverish hue of his wrinkled cheek, or the increasing attenuation of his
misshapen frame.
None observed that the uninviting pittance set aside for his midday
repast, remained for several days untouched. Samuel made his appearance
regularly as ever, and bore with the same meekness the gibes of his
fellow-pupils, or the taunts of Madame Durer, and worked with the same
untiring assiduity, though his hands would sometimes treird^le, and his
eyes become suffused, a weakness probably owing to the excessive use he
had made of them.
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One morning Duhobrel was missing at the scene of his daily labors.
His absence created much remark, and many were the jokes passed upon
the occasion. One surmised this, and another that, as the cause of the
phenomenon; and it was finally agreed that the poor fellow must have
worked himself into an absolute skeleton, and taken his final stand in the
glass frame of some apothecary, or been blown away by a puff of wind,
while his door haf^ened to stand open. No on thought of going to his
lodgings to look after him or his remains.
Meanwhile, the object of their mirth was tossing on a bed of sickness.
Disease, which had been slowly sapping the foundations of his strength,
burned in every vein; his eyes rolled and flashed in delirium; his lips,
usually so silent, muttered wild and incoherent words. In his days of
health, poor Duhobrel had his dreams, as all artists, rich or poor, will
sometimes have. He had thought that the fruit of many years' labor,
disposed of to advantage, might procure him enough to live, in an
economical way, for the rest of his life. He never anticipated fame or
fortune; the height of his ambition or hope was, to possess a tenement
large enough to shelter him from the inclemencies of the weather, with
means enough to purchase one comfortable meal per day.
Now, alas! however, even that one hope had deserted him. He thought
himself dying, and thought it hard to die without one to look kindly upon
him, without the words of comfort that might soothe his passage to
another world. He fancied his bed surrounded by fiendish faces, grinning
at his sufferings, and taunting his inability to summon power to disperse
them. At length the apparition faded away, and the patient sunk into an
exhausted slumber.
He awoke unrefreshed; it was the fifth day he had lain there neglected.
His mouth was parched; he turned over, and feebly stretched out his hand
toward the earthen
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pitcher, from which, since the first day of his illness he had quenched his
thirst. Alas! it was empty! Samuel lay for a few moments thinking what
he should do. He knew he must die of want if he remained there alone;
but to whom could he apply for aid?
An idea seemed, al last, lo strike him. He arose slowly, and with
difficulty, from the bed, went to the other side of the room, and took up
the picture he had painted last. He resolved lo carry it lo the shop of a
salesman, and hoped lo obtain for it sufficient to furnish him with the
necessaries of life for a week longer. Despair lent him strength to walk,
and to carry his burden. On his way, he passed a house, about which there
was a crowd. He drew nigh, asked what was going on, and received for an
answer, that there was to be a sale of many specimens of art, collected by
an amateur in the course of thirty years. It has often happened that
collections made with infinite pains by the proprietor, have been sold
without mercy or discrimination after his death.
Something whispered to the weary Duhobret, that here would be the
market for his picture. It was a long way yet to the house of the picture
dealer, and he made up his mind at once. He worked his way through the
crowd, dragged himself up the steps, and, after many inquiries, found the
auctioneer. That personage was a busy man, with a handful of papers; he
was inclined to notice somewhat roughly the interruption of the lean,
sallow hunchback, imploring as were his gesture and language.
"What do you call your picture?" at length, said he, carefully looking at
it.
"It is a view of the Abbey of Newburg, with its village and the
surrounding landscape," replied the eager and trembling artist.
The auctioneer again scanned it contemptuously, and asked what it was
worth. "Oh, that is what you please; whatever it will bring," answered
Duhobret.
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"Hem! il is loo odd to please, I should think; I can promise you no
more than three ihalers."
Poor Samuel sighed deeply. He had spent on that piece the nights of
many months. But he was starving now; and the pitiful sum offered would
give bread for a few days. He nodded his head to the auctioneer, and
retiring took his seat in a corner.
The sale began. After some paintings and engravings had been
disposed of, Samuel's was exhibited. "Who bids at three thalers? Who
bids?" was the cry. Duhobret listened eagerly, but none answered. "Will it
find a purchaser?" said he despondingly, to himself. Still there was a dead
silence. He dared not look up; for it seemed to him that all the people
were laughing at the folly of the artist, who could be insane enough to
offer so worthless a piece at a public sale.
"What will become of me?" was his mental inquiry. "That work is
certainly my best;" and he ventured to steal another glance- "Does it not
seem that the wind actually stirs those boughs and moves those leaves!
How transparent is the water! What life breathes in the animals that
quench their thirst at that spring! How that steeple shines! How beautiful
are those clustering trees!" This was the last expiring throb of an artist's
vanity. The ominous silence continued, and Samuel, sick at heart, buried
his face in his hands.
"Twenty-one thalers!" murmured a faint voice, just as the auctioneer
was about to knock down the picture. The stupefied painter gave a start of
joy. He raised his head and looked to see from whose lips those blessed
words had come. It was the picture dealer, to whom he had first thought
of applying.
"Fifty thalers," cried a sonorous voice. This time a tall man in black
was the speaker. There was a silence of hushed expectation. "One
hundred thalers," at length thundered the picture dealer.
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"Three hundred!" "Five hundred!" "One thousand!"
Another profound silence, and the crowd pressed around the two
opponents, who stood opposite each other with eager and angry looks.
"Two thousand thalers!" cried the picture dealer, and glanced around
him triumphantly, when he saw his adversary hesitate. "Ten thousand!"
vociferated the tall man, his face crimson with rage, and his hands
clinched convulsively- The dealer grew paler; his frame shook with
agitation; he made two or three efforts, and at last cried out "Twenty
thousand!"
His tall opponent was not to be vanquished. He bid forty thousand- The
dealer stopped; the other laughed a low laugh of insolent triumph, and a
murmur of admiration was heard in the crowd. It was too much for the
dealer; he felt his peace was at stake. "Fifty thousand!" exclaimed he in
desperation. It was the tall man's turn to hesitate. Again the whole crowd
were breathless. At length, tossing his arms in defiance, he shouted "One
hundred thousand!" The crestfallen picture dealer withdrew; the tall man
victoriously bore away the prize.
How was it, meanwhile, with Duhobrel, while this exciting scene was
going on? He was hardly master of his senses. He rubbed his eyes
repeatedly, and murmured to himself, "After such a dream, my misery
will seem more cruel!" When the contest ceased, he rose up bewildered,
and went about asking first one, then another, the price of the picture just
sold- It seemed that his apprehension could not at once be enlarged to so
vast a conception.
The possessor was proceeding homeward, when a decrepit, lame, and
humpbacked invalid, tottering along by the aid of a stick, presented
himself before him. He threw him a piece of money, and waved his hand
as dispensing with his thanks. "May it please your honor," said the
supposed beggar, "I am the painter of that picture!" and again he rubbed
his eyes.
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The tail mall was Count Dunkelsback, one of the richest noblemen in
Germany. He stopped, took out his pocketbook, took out a leaf, and wrote
on it a few lines, "Take it, friend," said he; "it is a check for your money.
Adieu."
Duhobret finally persuaded himself that il was not a dream. He became
the master of a castle, sold it, and resolved to live luxuriously for the rest
of his life, and to cultivate painting as a pastime. But, alas, for the vanity
of human expectation! He had borne privation and toil; prosperity was too
much for him, as was proved soon after, when an indigestion carried him
off. His picture remained long in the cabinet of Count Dunkelsback, and
afterward passed into the possession of the King of Bavaria.
Notes.-Aibert Durer(b. 1471, d. 1528) lived at Nureni3urg,
Germany. He was eminent as a painter, and as an engraver on copper and
wood. He was one of the first artists who studied anatomy and
perspective- His influence on art is clearly felt even at the present day.
Newburg, or Neuburg, is on the Danube, fifty miles south of
Nuremburg. Bergen Abbey was north of the village.
X. PICTURES OF MEMORY,
Alice Cary, 1820-1871, was born near Cincinnati. One of her
ancestors was among the "Pilgrim Fathers," and the first instructor of
Latin at Plymouth, Mass. Miss Cary commenced her literary career at her
western home, and, in 1849, published a volume of poems, the joint work
of her younger sister, Phoebe, and herself. In 1850, she moved to New
York. Two of her sisters joined her there, and they supported themselves
by their literary labor. Their home became a noted resort for their literary
and artistic friends. Miss Cary was the author of eleven volumes, besides
many articles contributed to periodicals. Her poetry is marked with great
sweetness and pathos. Some of her prose works are much admired,
especially her "Clovernook Children."
Among the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
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Is one of a dim old forest,
That seemeth best of all;
Not for its gnarled oaks olden,
Dark with the mistletoe;
Not for the violets golden,
Thai sprinkle the vale below;
Not for the milk-white lilies,
That lean from the fragrant hedge.
Coquetting all day with the sunbeams.
And stealing their golden edge;
Not for the vines on the upland,
Where the bright red berries rest,
Nor the pinks, nor the pale, sweet cowslip.
It seemeth to me the best.
I once had a little brother.
With eyes that were dark and deep;
In the lap of that dim old forest.
He lieth in peace asleep:
Light as the down of the thistle.
Free as the winds that blow.
We roved there the beautiful summers.
The summers of long ago;
But his feet on the hills grew weary.
And, one of the autumn eves,
I made for my little brother,
A bed of the yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
My neck in a meek embrace,
As the light of immortal beauty
Silently covered his face;
And when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree tops bright.
He fell, in his saintlike beauty.
Asleep by the gates of light.
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Therefore, of all the pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
The one of the dim old forest
Seemeth the best of all.
XI. THE MORNING ORATORIO,
Wilson Flaggy 1806-1884, was born in Beverly, Mass. He pursued his
academical course in Andover, at Phillips Academy, and entered Harvard
College, but did not graduate. His chief Works are: "Studies in the Field
and Forest," "The Woods and Byways of New England," and "The Birds
and Seasons of New England."
Nature, for the delight of waking eyes, has arrayed the morning
heavens in the loveliest hues of beauty. Fearing to dazzle by an excess of
delight, she first announces day by a faint and glimmering twilight, then
sheds a purple tint over the brows of the rising morn, and infuses a
transparent ruddiness throughout the atmosphere. As daylight widens,
successive groups of mottled and rosy-bosomed clouds assemble on the
gilded sphere, and, crowned with wreaths of fickle rainbows, spread a
mirrored flush over hill, grove, and lake, and every village spire is
burnished with their splendor.
At length, through crimsoned vapors, we behold the sun's broad disk,
rising with a countenance so serene that every eye may view him ere he
arrays himself in his meridian brightness. Not many people who live in
towns are aware of the pleasure attending a ramble near the woods and
orchards at daybreak in the early part of summer. The drowsiness we feel
on rising from our beds is gradually dispelled by the clear and healthful
breezes of early day, and we soon experience an unusual amount of vigor
and elasticity.
During the night, the stillness of all things is the circumstance that
most powerfully attracts our notice, rendering us peculiarly sensitive to
every accidental sound that
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meets the ear. In the morning, at this time of year, on the contrary, we are
overpowered by the vocal and multitudinous chorus of the feathered tribe.
If you would hear the commencement of this grand anthem of nature, you
must rise at the very first appearance of dawn, before the twilight has
formed a complete semicircle above the eastern porch of heaven.
The first note that proceeds from the little warbling host, is the shrill
chirp of the hairbird, --occasionally vocal at an hours on a warm summer
night. This strain, which is a continued trilling sound, is repeated with
diminishing intervals, until it becomes almost incessant. But ere the
hairbird has uttered many notes, a single robin begins to warble from a
neighboring orchard, soon followed by others, increasing in numbers
until, by the time the eastern sky is flushed with crimson, every male,
robin in the country round is singing with fervor.
It would be difficult to note the exact order in which the different birds
successively begin their parts in this performance; but the bluebird, whose
song is only a short, mellow warble, is heard nearly at the same time with
the robin, and the song sparrow joins them soon after with his brief but
finely modulated strain. The different species follow rapidly, one after
another, in the chorus, until the whole welkin rings with their matin hymn
of gladness-
I have often wondered that the almost simultaneous utterance of so
many different notes should produce no discords, and that they should
result in such complete harmony. In this multitudinous confusion of
voices, no two notes are confounded, and none has sufficient duration to
grate harshly with a dissimilar sound. Though each performer sings only a
few strains and then makes a pause, the whole multitude succeed one
another with such rapidity that we hear an uninterrupted flow of music
until the broad light of day invites them to other employments.
When there is just light enough to distinguish the birds,
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we may observe, here and there, a single swallow perched on the roof of a
barn or shed, repeating two twittering notes incessantly, with a quick turn
and a hop at every note he utters. It would seem to be the design of the
bird to attract the attention of his male, and this motion seems to be made
to assist her in discovering his position. As soon as the light has tempted
him to fly abroad, this twittering strain is uttered more like a continued
song, as he flits rapidly through the air.
But at this later moment the purple martins have commenced their
more melodious chattering, so loud as to attract for a while the most of
our attention. There is not a sound in nature so cheering and animating as
the song of the purple martin, and none so well calculated to drive away
melancholy. Though not one of the earliest voices to be heard, the chorus
is perceptibly more loud and effective when this bird has united with the
choir.
When the flush of the morning has brightened into vermilion, and the
place from which the sun is soon to emerge has attained a dazzling
brilliancy, the robins are already less tuneful. They are now becoming
busy in collecting food for their morning repast, and one by one they
leave the trees, and may be seen hopping upon the tilled ground, in quest
of the worms and insects that, have crept out during the night from their
subterranean retreats.
But as the robins grow silent, the bobolinks begin their vocal revelries;
and to a fanciful mind it might seem that the robins had gradually
resigned their part in the performance to the bobolinks, not one of which
is heard until some of the former have concluded their songs. The little
hairbird still continues his almost incessant chirping, the first to begin and
the last to quit the performance. Though the voice of this bird is not very
sweetly modulated, it blends harmoniously with the notes of other birds,
and greatly increases the charming effect of the combination.
It would be tedious to name all the birds that take part
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in this chorus; but we must not omit the pewee, with his melancholy ditty,
occasionally heard like a short minor strain in an oratorio; nor the oriole,
who is really one of the chief performers, and who, as his bright plumage
flashes upon the sight, warbles forth a few notes so clear and mellow as to
be beard above every other sound. Adding a pleasing variety to all this
harmony, the lisping notes of the meadowlark, uttered in a shrill tone, and
with a peculiar pensive modulation, are plainly audible, with short rests
between each repetition.
There is a little brown sparrow, resembling the hairbird, save a general
tint of russet in his plumage, that may be heard distinctly among the
warbling host. He is rarely seen in cultivated grounds, but frequents the
wild pastures, and is the bird that warbles so sweetly at midsummer, when
the whortleberries are ripe, and the fields are beautifully spangled with
red lilies.
There is no confusion in the notes of his song, which consists of one
syllable rapidly repeated, but increasing in rapidity and rising to a higher
key towards the conclusion. He sometimes prolongs his strain, when his
notes are observed to rise and fall in succession. These plaintive and
expressive notes are very loud and constantly uttered, during the hour that
precedes the rising of the sun. A dozen warblers of this species, singing in
concert, and distributed in different parts of the field, form, perhaps, the
most delightful part of the woodland oratorio to which we have listened.
At sunrise hardly a robin can be beard in the whole neighborhood, and
the character of the performance has completely changed during the last
half hour. The first part was more melodious and tranquilizing, the last is
more brilliant and animating. The grass finches, the vireos, the wrens, and
the linnets have joined their voices to the chorus, and the bobolinks are
loudest in their song. But the notes of the birds in general are not so
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before sunrise. One by one they discontinue their lays, until at high noon
the bobolink and the warbling flycatcher are almost the only vocalists to
be heard in the fields.
XIL SHORT SELECTIONS IN POETRY,
1. THE CLOUD.
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;
Long had I watched the glory moving on.
O'er the still radiance of the lake below:
Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow.
E'en in its very motion there was rest,
While every breath of eve that chanced to blow.
Wafted the traveler to the beauteous west-
Emblem, methought, of the departed soul,
To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given,
And by the breath of mercy made to roll
Right onward to the golden gate of heaven,
While to the eye of faith it peaceful lies,
And tells to man his glorious destinies.
-John Wilson,
ILMY MIND,
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find.
As far exceeds all earthly bliss
That God or nature hath assigned;
Though much I want that most would have.
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
NOTE.— This is the first stanza of a poem by William Byrd (b, 1543, d.
1623), an English composer of music.
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IIL A GOOD NAME.
Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate Jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
Shakespeare. --Othello, Act III, Scene IIL
IV. SUNRISE,
But yonder comes the powerful king of day.
Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud.
The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow
Illumed with liquid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad, Lo! now apparent all.
Aslant the dew-bright earth and colored air
He looks in boundless majesty abroad.
And sheds the shining day that, burnished, plays
On rocks, and hills, and lowers, and wandering streams.
High gleaming from afar.
Thomson.
\, OLD AGE AND DEATH.
Edmund Waller, 1605-1687, an English poet, was a cousin of John
Hampden, and related lo Oliver Cromwell. He was educated at Eton and
Cambridge. Waller was for many years a member of Parliament. He took
part in the civil war, and was delected in a treasonable plot. Several years
of his life were spent in exile in France. After the Restoration he came
into favor at court. His poetry is celebrated for smoothness and sweetness,
but is disfigured by affected conceits.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er;
So calm are we when passions are no more.
For then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, too certain lo be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness which age descries.
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The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made:
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
As they draw near to their eternal home.
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view.
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
VL MILTON,
John Dryden, 1631-1703, was a noted English writer, who was made
poet laureate by James IL On the expulsion of James, and the accession of
William and Mary, Dryden lost his offices and pension, and was
compelled to earn his bread by literary work. It was during these last
years of his life that his best work was done. His "Ode for St. Cecilia's
Day" is one of his most, celebrated poems. His prose writings are
specimens of good, strong English.
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed.
The next in majesty, in both the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third she joined the other two.
Note. --The two poets referred to, other than Milton, are Homer and
Dante.
XIIL DEATH OF LITTLE NELL,
Charles Dickens. 1812-1870, one of the greatest novelists of modern,
times, was born in Portsmouth, but spent nearly all his life in London- His
father was a conscientious man, but lacked capacity for getting a
livelihood. In consequence, the boy's youth was much darkened by
poverty. It has been supposed that he pictured his father in the character
of "Micawber," He began his active life as a lawyer's apprentice; but soon
left this employment to become a reporter. This occupation he followed
from 1831 to 1836. His first book was entitled "Sketches of London
Society, by Boz," This was followed, in 1837, by the "Pickwick Papers,"
a work which suddenly brought much fame to the author. His other works
followed with great rapidity, and his last was unfinished at the time of his
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death. He was buried in Westminster Abbey. Mr. Dickens visited
America in 1842, and again in 1867, During his last visit, he read his
works in public, in the principal cities of the United States.
The resources of Dickens's genius seemed exhaustless. He copied no
author, imitated none, but relied entirely on his own powers. He excelled
especially in humor and pathos. He gathered materials for his works by
the most careful and faithful observation. And he painted his characters
with a fidelity so true to their different individualities that, although they
sometimes have a quaint grotesqueness bordering on caricature, they
stand before the memory as living realities. He was particularly successful
in the delineation of the joys and griefs of childhood. "Little Nell" and
little "Paul Dombey" are known, and have been loved and wept over, in
almost every household where the English language is read. His writings
present very vividly the wants and sufferings of the poor, and have a
tendency to prompt to kindness and benevolence. His works have not
escaped criticism. It has been said that "his good characters act from
impulse, not from principle," and that he shows "a tricksy spirit of
fantastic exaggeration." It has also been said that his novels sometimes
lack skillful plot, and that he seems to speak approvingly of conviviality
and dissipation. "The Old Curiosity Shop," from which the following
extract is taken, was published in 1840.
She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of
pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of
God, and wailing for the breath of life; not one who had lived, and
suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter
berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot she had been used to favor.
"When I die, put near me something that has loved the light, and had the
sky above it always." These were her words.
She was dead. Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell was dead. Her little
bird, a poor, slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crushed, was
stirring nimbly in its cage, and the strong heart of its child mistress was
mute and motionless forever! Where were the traces of her early cares,
her sufferings, and fatigues? All gone. Sorrow was dead, indeed, in her;
but peace and perfect happiness were born, imaged in her tranquil beauty
and profound repose.
And still her former self lay there, unaltered in this change. Yes! the
old fireside had smiled upon that same
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sweet face; it had passed, like a dream, through haunts of misery and care;
at the door of the poor schoolmaster on the summer evening, before the
furnace fire upon the cold wet night, at the still bedside of the dying boy,
there had been the same mild and lovely look. So shall we know the
angels, in their majesty, after death.
The old man held one languid arm in his, and had the small hand tight
folded to his breast for warmth. It was the hand she had stretched out to
him with her last smile; the hand that had led him on through all their
wanderings. Ever and anon he pressed it to his lips; then hugged it to his
breast again, murmuring that it was warmer now, and, as he said it, he
looked in agony to those who stood around, as if imploring them to help
her.
She was dead, and past all help, or need of help. The ancient rooms she
had seemed to fill with life, even while her own was waning fast, the
garden she had tended, the eyes she had gladdened, the noiseless haunts
of many a thoughtful hour, the paths she had trodden, as it were, but
yesterday, could know her no more.
"It is not," said the schoolmaster, as he bent down to kiss her on the
cheek, and gave his tears free vent, "it is not in this world that heaven's
justice ends. Think what earth is, compared with the world to which her
young spirit has winged its early flight, and say, if one deliberate wish,
expressed in solemn tones above this bed, could call her back to life,
which of us would utter it?"
She had been dead two days. They were all about her at the time,
knowing that the end was drawing on. She died soon after daybreak. They
had read and talked to her in the earlier portion of the night; but, as the
hours crept on, she sank to sleep. They could tell by what she faintly
uttered in her dreams, that they were of her journeyings with the old man;
they were of no painful scenes, but of people who had helped them, and
used them
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kindly; for she often said "God bless you!" with great fervor.
Waking, she never wandered in her mind but once, and that was at
beautiful music, which, she said, was in the air. God knows. It may have
been. Opening her eyes, at last, from a very quiet sleep, she begged that
they would kiss her once again. That done, she turned to the old man,
with a lovely smile upon her face, such, they said, as ihey had never seen,
and could never forget, and clung, with both her arms, about his neck. She
had never murmured or complained; but, with a quiet mind, and manner
quite unaltered, save that she every day became more earnest and more
grateful to ihem, faded like the light upon the summer's evening.
The child who had been her little friend, came there, almost as soon as
it was day, with an offering of dried flowers, which he begged them to lay
upon her breast. He told them of his dream again, and that it was of her
being restored to them, just as she used to be. He begged hard to see her:
saying, that he would be very quiet, and that they need not fear his being
alarmed, for he had sat alone by his young brother all day long, when he
was dead, and had felt glad to be so near him. They let him have his wish;
and, indeed, he kept his word, and was, in his childish way, a lesson to
them all.
Up to that lime, the old man had not spoken once, except to her, or
stirred from the bedside. But, when he saw her little favorite, he was
moved as they had not seen him yet, and made as though he would have
him come nearer. Then, pointing to the bed, he burst into tears for the first
time, and they who stood by, knowing that the sight of this child had done
him good, left them alone together.
Soothing him with his artless talk of her, the child persuaded him to
take some rest, to walk abroad, to do almost as he desired him. And, when
the day came, on
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which they must remove her, in her earthly shape, from earthly eyes
forever, he led him away, that he might not know when she was taken
from him. They were to gather fresh leaves and berries for her bed.
And now the bell, the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and
listened to with solemn pleasure, almost as a living voice, rung its
remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and
vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, --on crutches, in
the pride of health and strength, in the full blush of promise, in the mere
dawn of life, gathered round her. Old men were there, whose eyes were
dim and senses failing, grandmothers, who might have died ten years ago,
and still been old, the deaf, the blind, the lame, the pabied, the living
dead, in many shapes and forms, to see the closing of that early grave.
Along the crowded path they bore her now, pure as the newly fallen
snow that covered it, whose day on earth had been as fleeting. Under that
porch, where she had sat when heaven, in its mercy, brought her to that
peaceful spot, she passed again, and the old church received her in its
quiet shade.
XIV. VANITY OF LIFE.
Johann Gottfried von Herder, 1744-1803, an eminent German poet,
preacher, and philosopher, was born in Mohrungen, and died in Weinar.
His published works comprise sixty volumes. This selection is from his
"Hebrew Poetry."
Man, born of woman.
Is of a few days.
And full of trouble;
He Cometh forth as a flower, and is cut down;
He fleeth also as a shadow.
And continueth not.
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Upon such dost thou open thine eye.
And bring me unto judgment with ihee?
Among the impure is there none pure?
Not one.
Are his days so determined?
Hast thou numbered his months.
And set fast his bounds for him
Which he can never pass?
Turn then from him that he may rest,
And enjoy, as an hireling, his day.
The tree hath hope, if it be cut down,
It becometh green again,
And new shoots are put forth.
If even the root is old in the earth,
And its stock die in the ground.
From vapor of water it will bud.
And bring forth boughs as a young plant.
But man dieth, and his power is gone;
He is taken away, and where is he?
Till the waters waste from the sea,
Till the river faileth and is dry land,
Man lieth low, and riseth not again.
Till the heavens are old, he shall not awake.
Nor be aroused from his sleep.
Oh, that thou wouldesl conceal me
In the realm of departed souls!
Hide me in secret, till thy wrath be past;
Appoint me then a new term.
And remember me again.
But alas! if a man die
Shall he live again?
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So long, then, as my toil endureth,
Will 1 wail till a change come lo me.
Thou wilt call me, and 1 shall answer;
Thou wilt pily the work of thy hands.
Though now thou numberest my steps.
Thou shalt then not watch for my sin.
My transgression will be sealed in a bag,
Thou wilt bind up and remove my iniquity.
Yet alas! the mountain falleth and is swallowed up,
The rock is removed out of its place.
The waters hollow out the stones.
The floods overflow the dust of the earth.
And thus, thou destroyest the hope of man.
Thou contendest with hiin, till he faileth,
Thou changest his countenance, and sendeth him away.
Though his sons become great and happy,
Yet he knoweth it not;
If they come to shame and dishonor.
He perceiveth it not.
Note.— Compare with the translation of the same as given in the
ordinary version of the Bible, Job xiv.
XV. A POLITICAL PAUSE.
Charles James Fox, 1749-1806, a famous English orator and
statesman, was the son of Hon. Henry Fox, afterward Lord Holland; he
was also a lineal descendant of Charles II. of England and of Henry IV, of
France, He received his education at Westminster, Eton, and Oxford, but
left the University without graduating. He was first elected lo Parliament
before he was twenty years old. During the American Revolution, he
favored the colonies; later, he was a friend and fellow-partisan both with
Burke and Wilberforce. Burke said of him, "He is the most brilliant and
successful debater the world ever saw." In his later years, Mr. Fox was as
remarkable for carelessness in dress and
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personal appearance, as he had been for the opposite in his youth. He
possessed many pleasing traits of character, but his morals were not
commendable; he was a gambler and a spendthrift. Yet he exercised a
powerful influence on the politics of his times. This extract is from a
speech delivered during a truce in the long war between England and
France.
"But we must pause," says the honorable gentleman. What! must the
bowels of Great Britain be torn out, her best blood spilt, her treasures
wasted, that you may make an experiment? Put yourselves--Oh! that you
would put yourselves on the field of battle, and learn to judge of the sort
of horrors you excite. In former wars, a man might at least have some
feeling, some interest, that served to balance in his mind the impressions
which a scene of carnage and death must inflict.
But if a man were present now at the field of slaughter, and were to
inquire for what they were fighting— "Fighting!", would be the answer;
"they are not fighting; they are pausing." "Why is that man expiring? Why
is that other writhing with agony? What means this implacable fury?" The
answer must be, "You are quite wrong, sir, you deceive yourself,--they
are not fighting, --do not disturb them, --they are merely pausing! This man
is not expiring with agony, --that man is not dead, --he is only pausing!
Bless you, sir, they are not angry with one another; they have now no
cause of quarrel; but their country thinks that there should be a pause. All
that you see is nothing like fighting, --there is no harm, nor cruelty, nor
bloodshed in it; it is nothing more than a political pause. It is merely to try
an experiment--to see whether Bonaparte will not behave himself better
than heretofore; and, in the meantime, we have agreed to a pause, in pure
friendship!"
And is this the way that you are to show yourselves the advocates of
order? You take up a system calculated to uncivilize the world, to destroy
order, to trample on religion, to stifle in the heart not merely the
generosity of
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noble sentiment, but the affections of social nature; and in the prosecution
of this system, you spread terror and devastation all around you.
Note. --In this lesson, tbe influence of a negative in determining the
rising inflection, is noticeable. See Rule V, p. 24.
XVL MY EXPERIENCE IN ELOCUTION.
John Neal. 1793-1876, a brilliant but eccentric American writer, was
born in Portland, Maine. He went into business, when quite young, in
company with John Pierpont, the well-known poet. They soon failed, and
Mr. Neal then turned his attention to the study of law. He practiced his
profession somewhat, but devoted most of his lime to literature. For a
time he resided in England, where he wrote for "Blackwood's Magazine"
and other periodicals. His writings were produced with great rapidity, and
with a purposed disregard of what is known as "classical English."
In the academy I attended, elocution was taught in a way I shall never
forgel--never! We had a yearly exhibition, and the favorites of the
preceptor were allowed to speak a piece; and a pretty time they had of it.
Somehow I was never a favorite with any of my teachers after the first
two or three days; and, as I went barefooted, I dare say it was thought
unseemly, or perhaps cruel, to expose me upon the platform. And then, as
I had no particular aptitude for public speaking, and no relish for what
was called oratory, it was never my luck to be called up.
Among my schoolmates, however, was one--a very amiable, shy boy--
to whom was assigned, at the first exhibition I attended, that passage in
Pope's Homer beginning with,
"Aurora, now, fair daughter of the dawn!"
This the poor boy gave with so much emphasis and discretion, that, to me,
it sounded like "O roarer!" and I was wicked enough, out of sheer envy, I
dare say, to call him
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"O roarer!"--a nickname which clung lo him for a long while, though no
human being ever deserved it less; for in speech and action both, he was
quiet, reserved, and sensitive.
JVly next experience in elocution was still more disheartening, so that I
never had a chance of showing what 1 was capable of in that way till I set
up for myself. Master Moody, my next instructor, was thought to have
uncommon qualifications for teaching oratory. He was a large, handsome,
heavy man, over six feet high; and having understood that the first,
second, and third prerequisite in oratory was action, the boys he put in
training were encouraged to most vehement and obstreperous
manifestations. Let me give an example, and one that weighed heavily on
my conscience for many years after the poor man passed away.
Among his pupils were two boys, brothers, who were thought highly
gifted in elocution. The master, who was evidently of that opinion, had a
habit of parading them on all occasions before visitors and strangers;
though one bad lost his upper front teeth and lisped badly, and the other
had the voice of a penny trumpet. Week after week these boys went
through the quarrel of Brutus and Cassius, for the benefit of myself and
others, to see if their example would not provoke us to a generous
competition for all the honors.
How it operated on the other boys in after life T can not say; but the
effect on me was decidedly unwholesome--discouraging, indeed, --until I
was old enough to judge for myself, and to carry into operation a system
of my own.
On coming to the passage, --
"Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!"—
the elder of the boys gave it after the following fashion:
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"Be ready, godlhs, with all your thunderbolths,--dath him in piethelh!"--
bringing his right fisl down into his left palm with all his strength, and his
lifted foot upon the platform, which was built like a sounding-board, so
that the master himself, who had suggested the action and obliged the
poor boy to rehearse it over and over again, appeared to be utterly carried
away by the magnificent demonstration; while to me--so deficient was I
in rhetorical taste--il sounded like a crash of broken crockery,
intermingled with chicken peeps.
I never got over it; and to this day can not endure stamping, nor even
tapping of the foot, nor clapping the hands together, nor thumping the
table for illustration; having an idea that such noises are not oratory, and
that untranslatable sounds are not language.
My next essay was of a somewhat different kind. I look the field in
person, being in my nineteenth year, well proportioned, and already
beginning to have a sincere relish for poetry, if not for declamation. I had
always been a great reader; and in the course of my foraging depredations
I had met with "The Mariner's Dream" and "The Lake of the Dismal
Swamp," both of which I had committed to memory before I knew it.
And one day, happening to be alone with my sister, and newly rigged
out in a student's gown, such as the lads at Brunswick sported when they
came to show off among their old companions, 1 proposed to astonish her
by rehearsing these two poems in appropriate costume. Being very proud
of her brother, and very obliging, she consented at once, --upon condition
that our dear mother, who had never seen anything of the sort, should be
invited to make one of the audience.
On the whole, I rather think that I succeeded in astonishing both. I well
remember their looks of amazement--for they had never seen anything
better or worse in all their lives, and were no judges of acting--as I swept
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to and fro in thai magnificent robe, with outstretched arms and uplifted
eyes, when I came lo passages like the following, where an apostrophe
was called for:
"And near him the she wolf stirred the brake.
And the copper snake breathed in his ear.
Till he, starting, cried, from his dream awake,
'Oh, when shall I see the dusky lake.
And the white canoe of my dear'!'"
Or like this:
"On beds of green sea flowers thy limbs shall be laid;
Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow.
Of thy fair yellow locks, threads of amber be made,
And every part suit to thy mansion below;"--
throwing up my arms, and throwing them out in every possible direction
as the spirit moved me, or the sentiment prompted; for I always
encouraged my limbs and features lo think for themselves, and to act for
themselves, and never predetermined, never forethought, a gesture nor an
intonation in my life; and should as soon think of counterfeiting another's
look or step or voice, or of modulating my own by a pitch pipe {as the
ancient orators did, with whom oratory was acting elocution, a branch of
the dramatic art), as of adopting or imitating the gestures and tones of the
most celebrated rhetorician I ever saw.
The result was rather encouraging. My mother and sister were both
satisfied. At any rate, they said nothing to the contrary. Being only in my
nineteenth year, what might I not be able to accomplish after a little more
experience!
How little did I think, while rehearsing before my mother and sister,
that anything serious would ever come of it, or that I was laying the
foundations of character for life, or that I was beginning what I should not
be able lo finish within the next forty or fifty years following.
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Yet so it was, I had broken the ice without knowing it. These things were
but the foreshadowing of what happened long afterward.
Notes.— Brunswick, Maine, is the seat of Bowdoin College.
"The Mariner's Dream" is a poem by 'William Dimond.
"The Lake of the Dismal Swamp " is by Thomas Moore.
XVIL ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD.
Thomas Gray, 1716-1771, is often spoken of as "the author of the
Elegy/'— this simple yet highly finished and beautiful poem being by far
the best known of an his writings. It was finished in 1749, --seven years
from the time it was commenced. Probably no short poem in the language
ever deserved or received more praise. Gray was born in London; his
father possessed property, but was indolent and selfish; his mother was a
successful woman of business, and supported her son in college from her
own earnings. The poet was educated at Eton and Cambridge; at the latter
place, he resided for several years after his return from a continental tour,
begun in 1739. He was small and delicate in person, refined and precise in
dress and manners, and shy and retiring in disposition. He was an
accomplished scholar in many fields of learning, but left comparatively
little finished work in any department. He declined the honor of poet
laureate; but, in 1769, was a|pointed Professor of History at Cambridge,
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way.
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.
And all the air a solemn stillness holds.
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower.
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower.
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
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Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade.
Where heaves the turf in many a moldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed.
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn.
Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team afield !
How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil.
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power.
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike, the inevitable hour:
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise;
Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault.
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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Can storied urn, or animated bust.
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of Death?
Perhaps, in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page.
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
Chill Penury repressed their noble rage.
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene.
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast.
The little tyrant of his fields withstood.
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
The applause of listening senates to command.
The threats of pain and ruin to despise.
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
And read their history in a nation's eyes,
Their lot forbade: nor, circumscribed alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne.
And shut the gales of mercy on mankind.
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The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride.
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame-
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool, sequestered vale of life,
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Yet even these bones, from insult to protect,
Some frail memorial still, erected nigh.
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered Muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply;
And many a holy text around she strews.
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned.
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
On some fond breast the parting soul relies.
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries.
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead,
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate.
If chance, by lonely contemplation led.
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,--
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Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
"Ofl have we seen him al the peep of dawn
Brushing, with hasty step, the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn:
"There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
That wreathes its old, fantastic roots so high.
His listless length al noontide would he stretch.
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn.
Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove;
Now, drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn.
Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.
"One morn, 1 missed him on the customed hill.
Along the heath, and near his favorite tree:
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor al the wood was he:
"The next, with dirges due, in sad array
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne:-
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay
'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."
THE EPITAPH.
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Large was his bounty and his soul sincere.
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear;
He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend.
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No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike m trembling hope repose).
The bosom of his Father, and his God.
Notes,— John Hampden (b. 1594, d. 1643) was noted for his resolute
resistance to the forced loans and unjust taxes imposed by Charles 1. on
England. He took part in the contest between King and Parliament, and
was killed in a skirmish.
John Milton* See biographical notice, page 312.
Oliver Cromwell (b. 1599, d. 1658) was the leading character in the
Great Rebellion in England. He was Lord Protector the last five years of
his life, and in many respects the ablest ruler that England ever had.
XVIIL TACT AND TALENT.
Talent is something, but tact is everything. Talent is serious, sober,
grave, and respectable: tact is all that, and more too. It is not a sixth sense,
but it is the life of all the five. It is the open eye, the quick ear, the judging
taste, the keen smell, and the lively touch; it is the interpreter of all
riddles, the surmounter of all difficulties, the remover of all obstacles. It is
useful in all places, and at all times; it is useful in solitude, for it shows a
man into the world; it is useful in society, for it shows him his way
through the world.
Talent is power, tact is skill; talent is weight, tact is momentum; talent
knows what to do, tact knows how to do it; talent makes a man
respectable, tact will make him respected; talent is wealth, tact is ready
money. For all the practical purposes, tact carries it against talent ten to
one.
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Take them lo the theater, and put them against each other on the stage,
and talent shall produce you a tragedy that shall scarcely live long enough
to be condemned, while tact keeps the house in a roar, night after night,
with its successful farces. There is no want of dramatic talent, there is no
want of dramatic tact; but they are seldom together: so we have successful
pieces which are not respectable, and respectable pieces which are not
successful.
Take them to the bar, and let them shake their learned curls at each
other in legal rivalry; talent sees its way clearly, but tact is first at its
journey's end. Talent has many a compliment from the bench, but tact
touches fees. Talent makes the world wonder that it gels on no faster, tact
arouses astonishment that it gets on so fast. And the secret is, that it has
no weight to carry; it makes no false steps; it hits the right nail on the
head; it loses no lime; it takes all hints; and, by keeping its eye on the
weathercock, is ready to lake advantage of every wind that blows.
Take them into the church: talent has always something worth hearing,
tact is sure of abundance of hearers; talent may obtain a living, tact will
make one; talent gets a good name, tact a great one; talent convinces, tact
converts; talent is an honor to the profession, tact gains honor from the
profession.
Take them to court: talent feels its weight, tact finds its way; talent
commands, tact is obeyed; talent is honored with approbation, and tact is
blessed by preferment. Place them in the senate: talent has the ear of the
house, but tact wins its heart, and has its votes; talent is fit for
employment, but tact is fitted for it. It has a knack of slipping into place
with a sweet silence and glibness of movement, as a billiard ball
insinuates itself into the pocket.
It seems to know everything, without learning anything. It has served
an extemporary apprenticeship; it
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wants no drilling; it never ranks in the awkward squad; it has no left hand,
no deaf ear, no blind side. It puts on no look of wondrous wisdom, it has
no air of profundity, but plays with the details of place as dexterously as a
well-taught hand flourishes over the keys of the pianoforte. It has all the
air of commonplace, and all the force and power of genius.
XIX. SPEECH BEFORE THE VIRGINIA CONVENTION.
Patrick Henry, 1730-1799, was born in Hanover County, Virginia, He
received instruction in Latin and mathematics from his father, but seemed
to develop a greater fondness for hunting, fishing, and playing the fiddle
than for study. Twice he was set up in business, and twice failed before he
was twenty-four. He was then admitted to the bar after six weeks' study of
the law. He got no business at first in his profession, but lived with his
father-in-law. His wonderful powers of oratory first showed themselves in
a celebrated case which he argued in Hanover Courthouse, his own father
being the presiding magistrate. He began very awkwardly, but soon rose
to a surprising height of eloquence, won his case against great odds, and
was carried off in triumph by the delighted spectators. His fame was now
established; business flowed in, and he was soon elected to the Virginia
Legislature- He was a delegate to the Congress of 1774, and in 1775 made
the prophetic speech of which the following selection is a portion. It was
his own motion that the "colony be immediately put in a state of defense."
During the Revolution he was, for several years. Governor of Virginia. In
1788 he earnestly opposed the adoption of the Federal Constitution. When
he died, he left a large family and an ample fortune. In person, Mr. Henry
was tall and rather awkward, with a face stern and grave. When he spoke
on great occasions, his awkwardness forsook him, his face lighted up, and
his eyes flashed with a wonderful fire. In his life, he was good-humored,
honest, and temperate. His patriotism was of the noblest type; and few
men in those stormy times did better service for their country than he.
It is natural for 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
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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? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately
received? Trust it not: it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not
yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves, how this gracious
reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which
cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to
a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling
to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us
not deceive ourselves. These are the implements of war and subjugation, --
the last arguments to which kings resort,
I ask, gentlemen, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to
force us into submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible
motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy in this quarter of the world, to
call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, she has none.
They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over
to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have
been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try
argument? We have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we
anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the
subject up in every light in which it was capable; but it has been all in
vain.
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Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall
we find which have not been already exhausted? Lei us not, I beseech
you, deceive ourselves longer. We have done everything thai could be
done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we
have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves at
the foot of the throne, and implored its interposition to arrest the
tyrannical bands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been
slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult;
our supplications disregarded; and we have been spurned with contempt
from the foot of the throne.
In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and
reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be
free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for
which we have been so long contending; if we mean not basely to
abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and
which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious
object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeal it, we nnust
fight! An appeal to arms and the God of Hosts, is all that is left us.
They tell us thai we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an
adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will 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?
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.
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are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides,
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, 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 and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be
heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable; and; let it come! 1
repeat it, let it come!
It is in vain to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may 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.
Notes.— Observe, in this lesson, the all-controlling power of emphasis
in determining the falling inflection. The words "see," "hear," and "my,"
in the first paragraph, the word "that" in the second, and "spurned" and
"contempt" in the fourth paragraph, are examples of this. Let the reader
remember that a high degree of emphasis is sometimes expressed by a
whisper; also, that emphasis is often expressed by a pause.
It will be well to read in this connection some good history of the
opening scenes of the Revolution.
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XX: THE AMERICAN FLAG,
Joseph Rodman Drake. 1795-1820, was bom in New York City. His father
died when he was very young, and his early life was a struggle with poverty. He
studied medicine, and took his degree when he was about twenty years old. From
a child, he showed remarkable poetical powers, having made rhymes at the early
age of five. Most of his published writings were produced during a period of less
than two years. "The Culprit Fay" and the "American Flag" are best known. In
disposition, Mr. Drake was gentle and kindly; and, on the occasion of his death,
his intimate friend, Fitz-Greene Halleck, expressed his character in the well-
known couplet:
"None knew thee but to love thee.
Nor named thee but to praise/'
When Freedom, from her mountain height.
Unfurled her standard to the air.
She tore the azure robe of night.
And set the stars of glory there:
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies.
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light;
Then, from his mansion in the sun.
She called her eagle bearer down.
And gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land.
Majestic monarch of the cloud!
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form.
To hear the tempest trumpings loud,
And see the lightning lances driven.
When strive the warriors of the storm,
And rolls the thunder drum of heaven;--
Child of the sun! to thee 't is given
To guard the banner of the free.
To hover in the sulphur smoke.
To ward away the battle stroke.
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And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hope and triumph high!
When speaks the signal trumpet lone.
And the long line comes gleaming on.
Ere yet the lifeblood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet.
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy sky-born glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance.
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
And when the cannon mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud.
And gory sabers rise and fall,
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall,
Then shall thy meteor glances glow.
And cowering foes shall sink beneath
Each gallant arm, that strikes below
That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean's wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When death careering on the gale.
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back.
Before the broadside's reeling rack.
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee.
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home.
By angel hands to valor given,
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Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
XXI. IRONICAL EULOGY ON DEBT,
Debt is of the very highest antiquity- The first debt in the history of
man is the debt of nature, and the first instinct is to put off the payment of
it to the last moment. Many persons, it will be observed, following the
natural procedure, would die before they would pay their debts.
Society is composed of two classes, debtors and creditors. The creditor
class has been erroneously supposed the more enviable. Never was there a
greater misconception; and the hold it yet maintains upon opinion is a
remarkable example of the obstinacy of error, notwithstanding the
plainest lessons of experience. The debtor has the sympathies of mankind.
He is seldom spoken of but with expressions of tenderness and
compassion--"the poor debtorI"--and "the unfortunate debtor!" On the
other hand, "harsh" and "hard-hearted" are the epithets allotted to the
creditor. Who ever heard the "poor creditor," the "unfortunate creditor"
spoken of? No, the creditor never becomes the object of pity, unless he
passes into the debtor class. A creditor may be ruined by the poor debtor,
but it is not until he becomes unable to pay his own debts, that he begins
to be compassionated.
A debtor is a man of mark. Many eyes are fixed upon him; many have
interest in his well-being; his movements are of concern; he can not
disappear unheeded; his name
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is in many mouths; his name is upon many books; he is a man of note— of
promissory note; he fills the speculation of many minds; men conjecture
about him, wonder about him, --wonder and conjecture whether he will
pay. He is a man of consequence, for many are running after him. His
door is thronged with duns. He is inquired after every hour of the day.
Judges hear of him and know him. Every meal he swallows, every coat he
puts upon his back, every dollar he borrows, appears before the country in
some formal document. Compare his notoriety with the obscure lot of the
creditor, --of the man who has nothing but claims on the world; a landlord,
or fundholder, or some such disagreeable, hard character.
The man who pays his way is unknown in his neighborhood. You ask
the milkman at his door, and he can not tell his name. You ask the butcher
where Mr- Payall lives, and he tells you he knows no such name, for it is
not in his books. You shall ask the baker, and he will tell you there is no
such person in the neighborhood. People that have his money fast in their
pockets, have no thought of his person or appellation. His house only is
known. No. 31 is good pay. No. 31 is ready money. Not a scrap of paper
is ever made out for No. 31. It is an anonymous house; its owner pays his
way to obscurity. No one knows anything about him, or heeds his
movements. If a carriage be seen at his door, the neighborhood is not full
of concern lest he be going to run away. If a package be removed from his
house, a score of boys are not employed lo watch whether it be carried to
the pawnbroker. Mr. Payall fills no place in the public mind; no one has
any hopes or fears about him.
The creditor always figures in the fancy as a sour, single man, with
grizzled hair, a scowling countenance, and a peremptory air, who lives in
a dark apartment, with musty deeds about him, and an iron safe, as
impenetrable as his heart, grabbing together what he does not enjoy, and
what
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there is no one about him to enjoy. The debtor, on the other hand, is
always pictured with a wife and six fair-haired daughters, bound together
in affection and misery, full of sensibility, and suffering without a fault.
The creditor, it is never doubted, thrives without a merit. He has no wife
and children to pity. No one ever thinks it desirable that he should have
the means of living. He is a brute for insisting that he must receive, in
order to pay. It is not in the imagination of man to conceive that his
creditor has demands upon him which must be satisfied, and that he must
do to others as others must do to him. A creditor is a personification of
exaction. He is supposed to be always taking in, and never giving out.
People idly fancy that the possession of riches is desirable. What
blindness! Spend and regale. Save a shilling and you lay it by for a thief.
The prudent men are the men that live beyond their means. Happen what
may, they are safe. They have taken time by the forelock. They have
anticipated fortune. "The wealthy fool, with gold in store," has only
denied himself so much enjoyment, which another will seize at his
expense. Look at these people in a panic. See who are the fools then. You
know them by their long faces. You may say, as one of them goes by in
an agony of apprehension, "There is a stupid fellow who fancied himself
rich, because he had fifty thousand dollars in bank." The history of the
last ten years has taught the moral, "spend and regale." Whatever is laid
up beyond the present hour, is put in jeopardy. There is no certainly but in
instant enjoyment. Look at schoolboys sharing a plum cake. The knowing
ones eat, as for a race; but a stupid fellow saves his portion; just nibbles a
bit, and "keeps the rest for another time." Most provident blockhead! The
others, when they have gobbled up their shares, set upon him, plunder
him, and thrash him for crying out.
Before the terms "depreciation," "suspension," and "going
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into liquidation," were heard, there might have been some reason in the
practice of "laying up;" but now it denotes the darkest blindness. The
prudent men of the present time, are the men in debt. The tendency being
to sacrifice creditors to debtors, and the debtor party acquiring daily new
strength, everyone is in haste to get into the favored class. In any case, the
debtor is safe. He has put his enjoyments behind him; they are safe; no
turns of fortune can disturb them. The substance he has eaten up, is
irrecoverable. The future can not trouble his past. He has nothing to
apprehend. He has anticipated more than fortune would ever have granted
him. He has tricked fortune; and his creditors— bah! who feels for
creditors? What are creditors? Landlords; a pitiless and unpitiable tribe;
all griping extortioners! What would become of the world of debtors, if it
did not steal a march upon this rapacious class?
XXIL THE THREE WARNINGS,
Hester Lynch Thrale . 1 739-- 1 821, owes her celebrity almost wholly
to her long intimacy with Dr. Samuel Johnson. This continued for twenty
years, during which Johnson spent much time in her family. She was born
in Caernarvonshire, Wales; her first husband was a wealthy brewer, by
whom she had several children. In 1784, she married an Italian teacher of
music named Piozzi. Her writings are quite numerous; the best known of
her books is the "Anecdotes of Dr. Johnson;" but nothing she ever wrote
is so well known as the "Three Warnings."
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
'T was therefore said by ancient sages.
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages.
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages.
The greatest love of life appears.
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This great affection to believe,
Which all confess, but few perceive.
If old assertions can't prevail,
Be pleased to hear a modern tale.
When sports went round, and all were gay.
On neighbor Dodson's wedding day.
Death called aside the jocund groom
With him into another room;
And looking grave, "You must," says he,
"Quit your sweet bride, and come with me.'
"With you! and quit my Susan's side?
With you!" the hapless bridegroom cried:
"Young as I am, 't is monstrous hard!
Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared,"
What more he urged, I have not heard;
His reasons could not well be stronger:
So Death the poor delinquent spared,
And left to live a little longer.
Yet, calling up a serious look.
His hourglass trembled while he spoke:
"Neighbor," he said, "farewell! no more
Shall Death disturb your mirthful hour;
And further, to avoid all blame
Of cruelty upon my name.
To give you time for preparation.
And fit you for your future station.
Three several warnings you shall have
Before you're summoned to the grave;
Willing for once I'll quit my prey.
And grant a kind reprieve;
In hopes you'll have no more to say,
But, when 1 call again this way.
Well pleased the world will leave."
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To these conditions both consented.
And parted perfectly contented.
What next the hero of our tale befell,
How long he lived, how wisely, and how well,
It boots not that the Muse should tell;
He plowed, he sowed, he bought, he sold,
Nor once perceived his growing old,
Nor thought of Death as near;
His friends not false, his wife no shrew.
Many his gains, his children few.
He passed his hours in peace.
But, while he viewed his wealth increase,
While thus along life's dusty road,
The beaten track, content he trod.
Old Time, whose haste no mortal spares.
Uncalled, unheeded, unawares.
Brought on his eightieth year.
And now, one night, in musing mood.
As all alone he sale.
The unwelcome messenger of Fate
Once more before him stood.
Half-killed with wonder and surprise,
"So soon returned!" old Dodson cries.
"So soon & ye call it?" Death replies:
"Surely! my friend, you're but in jest;
Since I was here before,
'T is six and thirty years at least,
And you are now fourscore/'
"So much the worse!" the clown rejoined;
"To spare the aged would be kind:
Besides, you promised me three warnings.
Which I have looked for nights and mornings!"
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"1 know," cries Death, "that at the best,
I seldom am a welcome guest;
But do n't be captious, friend; at least,
I little thought that you'd be able
To stump about your farm and stable;
Your years have run to a great length.
Yet still you seem to have your strength/'
"Hold!" says the farmer, "not so fast!
I have been lame, these four years pasL"
"And no great wonder," Death replies,
"However, you still keep your eyes;
And surely, sir, to see one's friends.
For legs and arms would make amends/'
"Perhaps," says Dodson, "so it might.
But latterly I've lost my sight/'
"This is a shocking story, faith;
But there's some comfort still," says Death;
"Each strives your sadness to amuse;
I warrant you hear all the news/'
"There's none," cries he, "and if there were,
Tve grown so deaf, I could not hear/'
"Nay, then," the specter stern rejoined,
"These are unpardonable yearnings;
If you are lame, and deaf, and blind.
You've had your three sufficient warnings.
So, come along; no more we'll part/'
He said, and touched him with his dart:
And now old Dodson, turning pale,
Yields to his fate— so ends my tale.
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XXIIL THE MEMORY OF OUR FATHERS.
Lyman Beecher, 1775-1863, a famous congregational minister of
New England, was born in New Haven, graduated from Yale College in
1797, and studied theology with Dr. Timothy Dwight. His first settlement
was at East Hampton, L. h, at a salary of three hundred dollars per year.
He was pastor of the church in Litchfield, Ct., from 1810 till 1826, when
he removed to Boston, and look charge of the Hanover Street Church. In
the religious controversies of the time. Dr. Beecher was one of the most
prominent characters. From 1832 to 1842, he was President of Lane
Theological Seminary, in the suburbs of Cincinnati. He then returned to
Boston, where he spent most of the closing years of his long and active
life. His death occurred in Brooklyn, N. Y. As a theologian, preacher, and
advocate of education, temperance, and missions. Dr. Beecher occupied a
very prominent place for nearly half a century. He left a large family of
sons and two daughters, who are well known as among the most eminent
preachers and authors in America.
We are called upon to cherish with high veneration and grateful
recollections, the memory of our fathers. Both the ties of nature and the
dictates of policy demand this. And surely no nation had ever less
occasion to be ashamed of its ancestry, or more occasion for gratulalion in
that respect; for while most nations trace their origin to barbarians, the
foundations of our nation were laid by civilized men, by Christians. Many
of them were men of distinguished families, of powerful talents, of great
learning and of preeminent wisdom, of decision of character, and of most
inflexible integrity. And yet not unfrequently they have been treated as if
they had no virtues; while their sins and follies have been sedulously
immortalized in satirical anecdote.
The influence of such treatment of our fathers is too manifest. It creates
and lets loose upon their institutions, the vandal spirit of innovation and
overthrow; for after the memory of our father shall have been rendered
contemptible, who will appreciate and sustain their institutions? "The
memory of our fathers" should be the watchword of liberty throughout the
land; for, imperfect as they
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were, the world before had not seen their like, nor will it soon, we fear,
behold their like again. Such models of moral excellence, such apostles of
civil and religious liberty, such shades of the illustrious dead looking
down upon their descendants with approbation or reproof, according as
they follow or depart from the good way, constitute a censorship inferior
only to the eye of God; and to ridicule them is national suicide.
The doctrines of our fathers have been represented as gloomy,
superstitious, severe, irrational, and of a licentious tendency. But when
other systems shall have produced a piety as devoted, a morality as pure,
a patriotism as disinterested, and a state of society as happy, as have
prevailed where their doctrines have been most prevalent, it may be in
season to seek an answer to this objection.
The persecutions instituted by our fathers have been the occasion of
ceaseless obloquy upon their fair fame. And truly, it was a fault of no
ordinary magnitude, that sometimes they did persecute. But let him whose
ancestors were not ten times more guilty, cast the first stone, and the
ashes of our fathers will no more be disturbed. Theirs was the fault of the
age, and it will be easy to show that no class of men had, at that time,
approximated so nearly to just apprehensions of religious liberty; and that
it is to them that the world is now indebted for the more just and definite
views which now prevail.
The superstition and bigotry of our fathers are themes on which some
of their descendants, themselves far enough from superstition, if not from
bigotry, have delighted to dwell. But when we look abroad, and behold
the condition of the world, compared with the condition of New England,
we may justly exclaim, "Would to God that the ancestors of all the
nations had been not only almost, but altogether such bigots as our fathers
were/'
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XXIV, SHORT SELECTIONS IN PROSE.
I, DRYDEN AND POPE,
Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local
manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive
speculation, those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in
the knowledge of Dryden, more certainty in that of Pope. The style of
Dryden is capricious and varied, that of Pope cautious and uniform.
Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind; Pope constrains his mind to
his own rules of composition. Dryden's page is a natural field, rising into
inequalities, and diversified by the varied exuberance of abundant
vegetation; Pope's is the velvet lawn, shaven by the scythe, and leveled by
the roller. If the flights of Dryden are higher. Pope continues longer on
the wing. If, of Dryden's fire, the blaze is brighter, of Pope's the heal is
more regular and constant. Dryden often surpasses expectation, and Pope
never falls below it- Dryden is read with frequent astonishment, and Pope
with perpetual delight.
--Samuel Johnson,
Note.--A fine example of antithesis. See p. 26.
IL LAS CASAS DISSUADING FROM BATTLE,
Is then the dreadful measure of your cruelty not yet complete? Battle!
against whom? Against a king, in whose mild bosom your atrocious
injuries, even yet, have not excited hate; but who, insulted or victorious,
still sues for peace. Against a people, who never wronged the living being
their Creator formed; a people, who received you as cherished guests,
with eager hospitality and confiding kindness. Generously and freely did
they share with you their comforts, their treasures, and their homes; you
repaid them by fraud, oppression, and dishonor.
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Pizarro, hear me! Hear me, chieftains! And thou, All-powerful! whose
thunder can shiver into sand the adamantine rock, whose lightnings can
pierce the core of the riven and quaking earth, oh let thy power give effect
to thy servant's words, as thy Spirit gives courage to his will! Do not, I
implore you, chieftains, --do not, I implore, you, renew the foul barbarities
your insatiate avarice has inflicted on this wretched, unoffending race.
But hush, my sighs! fall not, ye drops of useless sorrow! heart-breaking
anguish, choke not my utterance.
--E. B. Sheridan.
Note. --Examples of series. See p. 28.
IIL ACTION AND REPOSE,
John Ruskin, 1819 ---, is a distinguished English art critic and author.
From 1 869 to 1 884, he was Professor of the Fine Arts at Oxford
University. His writings are very numerous, and are noted for their
eloquent and brilliant style-
About the river of human life there is a wintry wind, though a heavenly
sunshine; the iris colors its agitation, the frost fixes upon its repose. Let us
beware that our rest become not the rest of stones, which, so long as they
are tempest-tossed and ihunderstricken, maintain their ma^sly; but when
the stream is silent and the storm passed, suffer the grass to cover them,
and are plowed into the dust.
IV. TIME AND CHANGE.
Sir Humphry Davy, 1778-1829, was an eminent chemist of England.
He made many important chemical discoveries, and was the inventor of
the miner's safety lamp.
Time is almost a human word, and Change entirely a human idea; in
the system of nature, we should rather say progress than change. The sun
appears to sink in the ocean in darkness, but it rises in another
hemisphere; the
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ruins of a city fall, but ihey are often used to form more magnificent
structures: even when they are destroyed so as to produce only dust.
Nature asserts her empire over them; and the vegetable world rises in
constant youth, in a period of annual successions, by the labors of man--
providing food, vitality, and beauty--upon the wrecks of monuments
which were raised for the purposes of glory, but which are now applied to
objects of utility.
V.THE POET.
William Ellery Channing, 1780-1842, was a distinguished clergyman
and orator. He took a leading part in the public affairs of his day, and
wrote and lectured eloquently on several topics.
It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist. He only
extracts and concentrates, as it were, life's ethereal essence, arrests and
condenses its volatile fragrance, brings together its scattered beauties, and
prolongs its more refined but evanescent joys; and in this he does well,
for it is good to feel that life is not wholly usurped by cares for
subsistence and physical gratifications, but admits, in measures which
may be indefinitely enlarged, sentiments and delights worthy of a higher
being.
VL MOUNTAINS.
William Howitt, 1795-1879, was an English author. He published
many books, and was associated with his wife, Mary Howitt, in the
publication of many others.
There is a charm connected with mountains, so powerful that the
merest mention of them, the merest sketch of their magnificent features,
kindles the imagination, and carries the spirit at once into the bosom of
their enchanted regions. How the mind is filled with their vast solitude!
How the inward eye is fixed on their silent, their sublime, their
everlasting peaks! How our hearts
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bound to the music of their solitary cries, to the tinkle of their gushing
rills, to the sound of their cataracts! How inspiriting are the odors that
breathe from the upland turf, from the rock-hung flower, from the hoary
and solemn pine! How beautiful are those lights and shadows thrown
abroad, and that fine, transparent haze which is diffused over the valleys
and lower slopes, as over a vast, inimitable picture!
XXV, THE JOLLY OLD PEDAGOGUE.
George Arnold, 18 34-- 1865, was born in New York City. He never
attended school, but was educated at home, by his parents. His literary
career occupied a period of about twelve years. In this lime he wrote
stories, essays, criticisms in art and literature, poems, sketches, etc., for
several periodicals. Two volumes of his poems have been published since
his death.
'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
Tall, and slender, and sallow, and dry;
His form was bent, and his gait was slow.
And his long, thin hair was white as snow,
But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye:
And he sang every night as he went to bed,
"Let us be happy down here below;
The living should live, though the dead be dead,"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
He taught the scholars the Rule of Three,
Reading, and writing, and history too;
He look the little ones on his knee,
For a kind old heart in his breast had he,
And the wants of the littlest child he knew.
"Learn while you're young," he often said,
"There is much to enjoy down here below;
Life for the living, and rest for the dead!"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
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With the stupidest boys, he was kind and cool
Speaking only in gentlest tones;
The rod was scarcely known in his school--
Whipping to him was a barbarous rule,
And too hard work for his poor old bones;
Besides it was painful, he sometimes said:
"We should make life pleasant down here below-
The living need charity more than the dead,"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
He lived in the house by the hawthorn lane.
With roses and woodbine over the door;
His rooms were quiel, and neat, and plain.
But a spirit of comfort there held reign.
And made him forget he was old and poor,
"I need so little," he often said;
"And my friends and relatives here below
Won't litigate over me when I am dead,"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
But the pleasantest times he had of all.
Were the sociable hours he used to pass.
With his chair tipped back to a neighbor's wall.
Making an unceremonious call.
Over a pipe and a friendly glass:
This was the finest pleasure, he said.
Of the many he tasted here below:
"Who has no cronies had better be dead,"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
The jolly old pedagogue's wrinkled face
Melted all over in sunshiny smiles;
He stirred his glass with an old-school grace.
Chuckled, and sipped, and prattled apace.
Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles.
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"I'm a pretty old man," he gently said,
"I've lingered a long time here below;
But my heart is fresh, if my youth is fled !"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
He smoked his pipe in the balmy air
Every night, when the sun went down;
And the soft wind played in his silvery hair,
Leaving its lenderest kisses there,
On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown;
And feeling the kisses, he smiled, and said:
" T is it glorious world down here below;
Why wail for happiness till we are dead?"
Said this jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
He sat at his door one midsummer night,
After the sun had sunk in the west.
And the lingering beams of golden light
Made his kindly old face look warm and bright.
While the odorous night winds whispered, "Rest!'
Gently, gently, he bowed his head;
There were angels waiting for him, 1 know;
He was sure of his happiness, living or dead.
This jolly old pedagogue, long ago!
XXVL THE TEACHER AND SICK SCHOLAR,
Shortly after the schoolmaster had arranged the forms and taken his seat
behind his desk, a small white-headed boy with a sunburnt face appeared
at the door, and, stopping there to make a rustic bow, came in and took
his seat upon one of the forms. He then put an open book, astonishingly
dog's-eared, upon his knees, and, thrusting
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his hands into his pockets, began counting the marbles with which they
were filled; displaying, in the expression of his face, a remarkable capacity
of totally abstracting his mind from the spelling on which his eyes were
fixed.
Soon afterward, another white-headed little boy came straggling in, and
after him, a red-headed lad, and then one with a flaxen poll, until the
forms were occupied by a dozen boys, or thereabouts, with heads of every
color but gray, and ranging in their ages from four years old to fourteen
years or more; for the legs of the youngest were a long way from the floor,
when he sal upon the form; and the eldest was a heavy, good-tempered
fellow, about half a head taller than the schoolmaster.
At the top of the first form--the post of honor in the school--was the
vacant place of the little sick scholar; and, at the head of the row of pegs, on
which those who wore hats or caps were wont to hang them, one was
empty. No boy attempted to violate the sanctity of seat or peg, but many a
one looked from the empty spaces lo the schoolmaster, and whispered to his
idle neighbor, behind his hand.
Then began the hum of conning over lessons and getting them by heart,
the whispered jest and stealthy game, and all the noise and drawl of school;
and in the midst of the din, sat the poor schoolmaster, vainly attempting lo
fix his mind upon the duties of the day, and to forget his little sick friend.
But the tedium of his office reminded him more strongly of the willing
scholar, and his thoughts were rambling from his pupils— it was plain.
None knew this better than the idlest boys, who, growing bolder with
impunity, waxed louder and more daring; playing "odd or even" under the
master's eye; eating ajples openly and without rebuke ; pinching each other
in sport or malice, without the least reserve ; and cutting
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their initials in the very legs of his desk. The puzzled dunce, who stood
beside it to say his Jesson "off the book," looked no longer at the ceiling
for forgotten words, but drew closer to the master's elbow, and boldly cast
his eye upon the page; the wag of the little troop squinted and made
grimaces (at the smallest boy, of course), holding no book before his face,
and his approving companions knew no constraint in their delight. If the
master did chance to rouse himself, and seem alive to what was going on,
the noise subsided for a moment, and no eye met his but wore a studious
and deeply humble look; but the instant he relapsed again, it broke out
afresh, and ten times louder than before.
Oh! how some of those idle fellows longed to be outside, and how they
looked at the open door and window, as if they half meditated rushing
violently out, plunging into the woods, and being wild boys and savages
from that time forth. What rebellious thoughts of the cool river, and some
shady bathing place, beneath willow trees with branches dipping in the
water, kept tempting and urging that sturdy boy, who, with his shirt collar
unbuttoned, and flung back as far as it could go, sat fanning his flushed
face with a spelling book, wishing himself a whale, or a minnow, or a fly,
or anything but a boy at school, on that hot, broiling day.
Heat! ask that other boy, whose seat being nearest to the door, gave him
opportunities of gliding out into the garden, and driving his companions to
madness, by dipping his face into the bucket of the well, and then rolling
on the grass, --ask him if there was ever such a day as that, when even the
bees were diving deep down into the cups of the flowers, and stopping
there, as if they had made up their minds to retire from business, and be
manufacturers of honey no more. The day was made for laziness, and
lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky, till its
brightness forced the gazer to shut his eyes
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and go to sleep. And was this a lime to be poring over musty books in a
dark room, slighted by the very sun itself? Monstrous!
The lessons over, writing time began. This was a more quiet time; for
the master would come and look over the writer's shoulder, and mildly tell
him to observe how such a letter was turned up, in such a copy on the
wall, which had been written by their sick companion, and bid him take it
as a model. Then he would slop and tell them what the sick child had said
last night, and how he had longed to be among them once again; and such
was the poor schoolmaster's gentle and affectionate manner, that the boys
seemed quite remorseful that they had worried him so much, and were
absolutely quiet; eating no apples, cutting no names, and making no
grimaces for full two minutes afterward.
"I think, boys," said the schoolmaster, when the clock struck twelve,
"that I shall give you an extra half holiday this afternoon." At this
intelligence, the boys, led on and headed by the tall boy, raised a great
shout, in the midst of which the master was seen to speak, but could not
be heard. As he held up his hand, however, in token of his wish that they
should be silent, they were considerate enough to leave off, as soon as the
longest-winded among them were quite out of breath, "You must promise
me, first," said the schoolmaster, "that you'll not be noisy, or at least, if
you are, that you'll go away first, out of the village, I mean. I'm sure you
would n't disturb your old playmate and companion."
There was a general murmur {and perhaps a very sincere one, for they
were but boys) in the negative; and the tall boy, perhaps as sincerely as
any of them, called those about him to witness, that he had only shouted
in a whisper. "Then pray do n't forget, there's my dear scholars," said the
schoolmaster, "what I have asked you, and do it as a favor to me. Be as
happy as you can.
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and do n't be unmindful that you are blessed with health. Good-by, all."
"Thank 'ee, sir," and "Good-by, sir," were said a great many times in a
great variety of voices, and the boys went out very slowly and softly. But
there was the sun shining and there were birds singing, as the sun only
shines and the birds only sing on holidays and half holidays; there were
the trees waving to all free boys to climb, and nestle among their leafy
branches; the hay, entreating them to come and scatter it to the pure air;
the green corn, gently beckoning toward wood and stream; the smooth
ground, rendered smoother still by blending lights and shadows, inviting
to runs and leaps, and long walks, nobody knows whither. It was more
than boy could bear, and with a joyous whoop, the whole cluster took to
their heels, and spread themselves about, shouting and laughing as they
went. " 'T is natural, thank Heaven!" said the poor schoolmaster, looking
after them, "I am very glad they did n't mind me."
Toward night, the schoolmaster walked over to the cottage where his
little friend lay sick. Knocking gently at the cottage door, it was opened
without loss of time. He entered a room where a group of women were
gathered about one who was wringing her hands and crying bitterly. "O
dame!" said the schoolmaster, drawing near her chair, "is it so bad as
this?" Without replying, she pointed to another room, which the
schoolmaster immediately entered; and there lay his little friend, half-
dressed, stretched upon a bed.
He was a very young boy; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls
about his face, and his eyes were very bright; but their light was of
heaven, not of earth. The schoolmaster took a seat beside him, and,
stooping over the pillow whispered his name. The boy sprung up, stroked
his face with his hand, and threw his wasted arms around his neck, crying,
that he was his dear, kind
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friend. "I hope I always was. I meant to be, God knows," said the poor
schoolmaster. "You remember my garden, Henry?" whispered the old
man, anxious to rouse him, for dullness seemed gathering upon the child,
"and how pleasant it used to be in the evening lime? You must make haste
to visit it again, for I think the very flowers have missed you, and are less
gay than they used to be. You will come soon, very soon now, won't
you?"
The boy smiled faintly— so very, very faintly— and put his hand upon his
friend's gray head. He moved his lips too, but no voice came from them,--
no, not a sound. In the silence that ensued, the hum of distant voices,
borne upon the evening air, came floating through the open window.
"What's that?" said the sick child, opening his eyes. "The boys at play,
upon the green." He took a handkerchief from his pillow, and tried to
wave it above his head. But the feeble arm dropped powerless down.
"Shall I do it?" said the schoolmaster- "Please wave it at the window,"
was the faint reply. "Tie it to the lattice. Some of them may see it there.
Perhaps they'll think of me, and look this way."
He raised his head and glanced from the fluttering signal to his idle bat,
that lay, with slate, and book, and other boyish property, upon the table in
the room. And then he laid him softly down once more, and again clasped
his little arms around the old man's neck. The two old friends and
companions--for such they were, though they were man and child--held
each other in a long embrace, and then the little scholar turned his face to
the wall and fell asleep.
The poor schoolmaster sat in the same place, holding the small, cold
hand in his, and chafing it. It was but the hand of a dead child. He fell
that; and yet he chafed it still, and could not lay it down.
From "The Old Curiosity Shop, " by Dickens,
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XXVIL THE SNOW SHOWER.
William Cullen Bryant, 1794-1878, was the son of Peter Bryant, a
physician of Cumminglon, Massachusetts. Amid the beautiful scenery of
this remote country town, the poet was born; and here he passed his early
youth. At the age of sixteen, Bryant entered Williams College, but was
honorably dismissed at the end of two years. He then entered on the study
of law, and was admitted to the bar at the age of twenty-one. He practiced
his profession, with much success, for about nine years. In 1826, he
removed to New York, and became connected with the "Evening Post," a
connection which continued to the time of his death. For more than thirty
of the last years of his life, Mr. Bryant made his home near Roslyn, Long
Island, where he occupied an "old-lime mansion," which he bought, fitted
up, and surrounded in accordance with his excellent rural taste. A poem
of his, written at the age of ten years, was published in the "County
Gazelle," and two poems of considerable length were published in book
form, when the author was only fourteen. "Thanatopsis," perhaps the best
known of all his poems, was written when he was but nineteen. Bui,
notwithstanding his precocity, his powers continued lo a remarkable age.
His, excellent translations of the "Iliad" and the "Odyssey," together with
some of his best poems, were accomplished after the poet, had passed the
age of seventy. Mr. Bryant visited Europe several times; and, in 1849, he
continued his travels into Egypt and Syria. Abroad, he was received with
many marks of distinction; and he added much lo his extensive
knowledge by studying the literature of the countries he visited.
All his poems exhibit a peculiar love, and a careful study, of nature; and
his language, both in prose and poetry, is always chaste, elegant, and
correct. His mind was well-balanced; and his personal character was one
to be admired, loved, and imitated.
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
On the lake below thy gentle eyes;
The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray.
And dark and silent the water lies;
And out of that frozen mist the snow
In wavering flakes begins to flow;
Flake after flake
They sink in the dark and silent lake.
See how in a living swarm they come
From the chambers beyond that misty veil;
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Some hover in air awhile, and some
Rush prone from the sky like summer hail.
All, dropping swiftly, or settling slow,
Meet, and are still in the depths below;
Flake after flake
Dissolved in the dark and silent lake.
Here delicate snow stars, out of the cloud.
Come floating downward in airy play.
Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd
That whiten by night the Milky Way;
There broader and burlier masses fall;
The sullen water buries them all,--
Flake after flake, --
All drowned in the dark and silent lake.
And some, as on lender wings they glide
From their chilly birth cloud, dim and gray.
Are joined in their fall, and, side by side,
Come clinging along their unsteady way;
As friend with friend, or husband with wife.
Makes hand in hand the passage of life;
Each mated flake
Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake.
Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste
Stream down the snows, till the air is white.
As, myriads by myriads madly chased.
They fling themselves from their shadowy height.
The fair, frail creatures of middle sky.
What speed they make, with their grave so nigh;
Flake after flake
To lie in the dark and silent lake.
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I see in thy gentle eyes a tear;
They turn to me in sorrowful thought;
Thou thinkest of friends, the good and dear.
Who were for a time, and now are not;
Like these fair children of cloud and frost,
That glisten a moment an then are lost.
Flake after flake, --
All lost in the dark and silent lake.
Yet look again, for the clouds divide;
A gleam of blue on the water lies;
And far away, on the mountain side,
A sunbeam falls from the opening skies.
But the hurrying host that flew between
The cloud and the water no more is seen;
Flake after flake
At rest in the dark and silent lake.
XXVIII. CHARACTER OF NAPOLEON BONAPARTE,
Charles Phillips, 1787-1859, an eminent barrister and orator, was born
in Sligo, Ireland, and died in London. He gained much of his reputation as
an advocate in criminal cases. In his youth he published some verses; later
in life he became the author of several works, chiefly of biography.
He is fallen! We may now pause before that splendid prodigy, which
towered among us like some ancient ruin, whose power terrified the
glance its magnificence attracted. Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat
upon the throne a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own
originality. A mind, bold, independent, and decisive; a will, despotic in its
dictates; an energy that distanced expedition; and a conscience, pliable to
every touch of interest, marked the outlines of this extraordinary
character--the
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most extraordinary, perhaps, that in the annals of this world ever rose, or
reigned, or fell-
Flung into life in the midst of a revolution that quietened every energy
of a people who acknowledged no superior, he commenced his course, a
stranger by birth, and a scholar by charity. With no friend but his sword,
and no fortune but his talents, he rushed into the lists where rank, and
wealth, and genius had arrayed themselves, and competition fled from
him, as from the glance of destiny.
He knew no motive but interest; acknowledged no criterion but success;
he worshiped no God but ambition; and, with an eastern devotion, he
knelt at the shrine of his idolatry. Subsidiary to this, there was no creed
that he did not profess, there was no opinion that he did not promulgate:
in the hope of a dynasty, he upheld the crescent; for the sake of a divorce,
he bowed before the cross; the orphan of St. Louis, he became the
adopted child of the Republic; and, with a parricidal ingratitude, on the
ruins both of the throne and the tribune, he reared the throne of his
despotism. A professed Catholic, he imprisoned the Pope; a prete nded
patriot, he impoverished the country; and in the name of Brutus, he
grasped without remorse, and wore without shame, the diadem of the
Caesars.
The whole continent trembled at beholding the audacity of his designs,
and the miracle of their execution. Skepticism bowed to the prodigies of
his performance; romance assumed the air of history; nor was there aught
too incredible for belief, or loo fanciful for expectation, when the world
saw a subaltern of Corsica waving his imperial flag over her most ancient
capitals. All the visions of antiquity became commonplace in his
contemplation: kings were his people; nations were his outposts; and he
disposed of courts, and crowns, and camps, and churches, and cabinets, as
if they were the titular dignitaries of the chessboard !
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Amid al! these changes, he stood immutable as adamant, it mattered little
whether in the field, or in the drawing-room; with the mob, or the levee;
wearing the Jacobin bonnet, or the iron crown; banishing a Braganza, or
espousing a Hapsburg; dictating peace on a raft to the Czar of Russia, or
contemplating defeat at the gallows of Leipsic he was still the same
military despot.
In this wonderful combination, his affectations of literature must not be
omitted. The jailer of the press, he affected the patronage of letters; the
proscriber of books, he encouraged philosophy; the persecutor of authors,
and the murderer of printers, he yet pretended to the protection of
learning; the assassin of Palm, the silencer of De Stael, and the denouncer
of Kotzebue, he was the friend of David, the benefactor of De Lille, and
sent his academic prize to the philosopher of England,
Such a medley of contradictions, and, at the same time, such an
individual consistency, were never united in the same character. A
royalist, a republican, and an eirperor; a Mohammedan, a Catholic, and a
patron of the synagogue; a subaltern and a sovereign; a traitor and a
tyrant; a Christian and an infidel; he was, through all his vicissitudes, the
same stern, impatient, inflexible original; the same mysterious,
incomprehensible self; the man without a model, and without a shadow,
NOTES. --St, Louis {b. 1215, d, 1270), a wise and pious king of France,
known as Louis IX. Napoleon was appointed to the Military School at
Brienne, by Louis XVL Brutus, Lucius Junius, abolished the royal office
at Rome {509 B. C-), and ruled as consul for two years.
Jacobin Bonnet. --The Jacobins were a powerful political club during
the first French Revolution. A peculiar bonnet or hat was their badge.
Braganza, the name of the royal family of Portugal. Maria of Portugal,
and her father, Charles IV. of Spain, were both expelled by Napoleon.
Hapsburg, the name of the royal family of Austria. Napoleon's second
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wife was Maria Louisa, the daughter of the Emperor, Czar---The treaty of
Tilsit was agreed to between Bonaparte and the Czar Alexander on the
river Memel. Leipsic— Napoleon was defeated by the allied forces, in
October, 1813, at this city.
Palm, a German publisher, shot, in 1806, by order of Napoleon, for
publishing a pamphlet against him. De Stael (pro. De Stal), a celebrated
French authoress, banished from Paris, in 1802, by Napoleon. Kotzebue,
an eminent German dramatist. David, the leading historical painter of his
times in France. De Lille, an eminent French poet and professor.
XXIX. NAPOLEON AT REST.
John Pierpont, 1785-1866, was born in Litchfield, Connecticut, and
graduated from Yale College in 1804. The next four years he spent as a
private tutor in the family of Col. William Allston, of South Carolina. On
his return, he studied law in the law school of his native town. He entered
upon practice, but soon left the law for mercantile pursuits, in which he
was unsuccessful. Having studied theology at Cambridge, in 1819 he was
ordained pastor of the Hollis Street Unitarian Church, in Boston, where he
continued nearly twenty years. He afterwards preached four years for a
church in Troy, New York, and then removed to Medford, Massachusetts,
At the age of seventy-six, he became chaplain of a Massachusetts
regiment; but, on account of infirmity, war soon obliged to give up the
position. Mr. Pierpont published a series of school readers, which enjoyed
a well-deserved popularity for many years.
His poetry is smooth, musical, and vigorous. Most of his pieces were
written for special occasions.
His falchion flashed along the Nile;
His hosts he led through Alpine snows;
O'er Moscow's towers, that blazed the while.
His eagle flag unrolled,— and froze.
Here sleeps he now, alone! Not one
Of all the kings, whose crowns he gave,
Bends o'er his dust;--nor wife nor son
Has ever seen or sought his grave.
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Behind this seagirt rock! the star,
That led him on from crown to crown,
Has sunk; and nations from afar
Gazed as it faded and went down.
High is his couch;— the ocean flood,
Far, far below, by storms is curled;
As round him heaved, while high he stood,
A stormy and unstable world.
Alone he sleeps! The mountain cloud.
That night hangs round him, and the breath
Of morning scatters, is the shroud
That wraps the conqueror's clay in death.
Pause here! The far-off world, at last.
Breathes free; the hand that shook its thrones.
And to the earth its miters cast.
Lies powerless now beneath these stones.
Hark! comes there from the pyramids,
And from Siberian wastes of snow.
And Europe's hills, a voice that bids
The world he awed to mourn him? No:
The only, the perpetual dirge
That's heard there is the sea bird's cry,--
The mournful murmur of the surge, --
The cloud's deep voice, the wind's low sigh.
NOTE, --Seagirt rock, the island of St. Helena, is in the Atlantic Ocean,
nearly midway between Africa and South America. Napoleon was
confined on this island six years; until 1821, when he died and was buried
there. In 1841, his remains were removed to Paris.
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XXX. WAR.
Charles Sumner. 181 1-1874, was born in Boston. He studied at the
Latin school in his native city, graduated from Harvard University at the
age of nineteen, studied law at the same institution, and was admitted to
practice in 1834- He at once took a prominent position in his profession,
lectured to the law classes at Cambridge for several successive years,
wrote and edited several standard law books, and might have had a
professorship in the law school, had he desired it. In his famous address
on "The True Grandeur of Nations," delivered July 4, 1815, before the
municipal authorities of Boston, he look strong grounds against war
among nations. In 1851 he was elected to the United States Senate and
continued in that position till his death. As a jurist, as a statesman, as an
orator, and as a profound and scholarly writer, Mr. Sumner stands high in
the estimation of his countrymen. In physical appearance, Mr. Sumner
was grand and imposing; men often turned to gaze after him, as he passed
along the streets of his native city.
I need not dwell now on the waste and cruelty of war. These stare us
wildly in the face, like lurid meteor lights, as we travel the page of
history. We see the desolation and death that pursue its demoniac
footsteps. We look upon sacked towns, upon ravaged territories, upon
violated homes; we behold all the sweet charities of life changed to
wormwood and gall. Our soul is penetrated by the sharp moan of mothers,
sisters, and daughlers--of fathers, brothers, and sons, who, in the
bitterness of their bereavement, refuse to be comforted- Our eyes rest at
last upon one of these fair fields, where Nature, in her abundance, spreads
her cloth of gold, spacious and apt for the entertainment of mighty
mullitudes--or perhaps, from the curious subtlety of its position, like the
carpet in the Arabian tale, seeming to contract so as to be covered by a
few only, or to dilate so as to receive an innumerable host. Here, under a
bright sun, such as shone at Auslerlilz or Buena Vista— amidst the
peaceful harmonies of nature— on the Sabbath of peace— we behold bands
of brothers, children of a common Father, heirs to a common
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happiness, struggling together in the deadly fight, with the madness of
fallen spirits, seeking with murderous weapons the lives of brothers who
have never injured them or their kindred. The havoc rages. The ground is
soaked with their commingling blood. The air is rent by their
commingling cries. Horse and rider are stretched together on the earth.
More revolting than the mangled victims, than the gashed limbs, than the
lifeless trunks, than the spattering brains, are the lawless passions which
sweep, tempest-like, through the fiendish tumult.
Horror-struck, we ask, wherefore this hateful contest? The melancholy,
but truthful answer comes, that this is the established method of
determining justice between nations!
The scene changes. Far away on the distant pathway of the ocean two
ships approach each other, with white canvas broadly spread to receive
the flying gales. They are proudly built. All of human art has been
lavished in their graceful proportions, and in their well compacted sides,
while they look in their dimensions like floating happy islands on the sea.
A numerous crew, with costly appliances of comfort, hives in their secure
shelter. Surely these two travelers shall meet in joy and friendship; the
flag at the masthead shall give the signal of friendship; the happy sailors
shall cluster in the rigging, and even on the yardarms, to look each other
in the face, while the exhilarating voices of both crews shall mingle in
accents of gladness uncontrollable. It is not so. Not as brothers, not as
friends, not as wayfarers of the common ocean, do they come together;
but as enemies.
The gentle vessels now bristle fiercely with death-dealing instruments.
On their spacious decks, aloft on all their masts, flashes the deadly
musketry. From their sides spout cataracts of flame, amidst the pealing
thunders of a fatal artillery. They, who had escaped "the dreadful touch of
merchant-marring rocks"--who had sped on their long and solitary
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way unharmed by wind or wave--whom the hurricane had spared— in
whose favor storms and seas had intermitted their immitigable war--now
at last fall by the hand of each other. The same spectacle of horror greets
us from both ships. On their decks, reddened with blood, the murderers of
Si. Bartholomew and of the Sicilian Vespers, with the fires of Smithfield,
seem to break forth anew, and to concentrate their rage. Each has now be-
come a swimming Golgotha. At length, these vessels--such pageants of
the sea— once so stately— so proudly built--but now rudely shattered by
cannon balls— with shivered mast's and ragged sails— exist only as unman-
ageable wrecks, weltering on the uncertain waves, whose temporary lull
of peace is now their only safety. In amazement at this strange, unnatural
contest--away from country and home--where there is no country or home
to defend--we ask again, wherefore this dismal duel? Again the mel-
ancholy but truthful answer promptly comes, that this is the established
method of determining justice between nations.
NOTES, --Auslerlitz, a small town in Austria, seventy miles north from
Vienna. It is noted as the site of a battle, in December, 1805, between the
allied Austrian and Russian armies, and the French under Napoleon. The
latter were victorious- Buena Vista, a small hamlet in eastern Mexico,
where, in 1847, five thousand Americans, under Gen. Taylor, defeated
twenty thousand Mexicans, under Gen. Santa Anna.
Dreadful touch. --Quoted from Merchant of Venice, Act III, Scene II.
St. Bartholomew.— A terrible massacre took place in France, on St.
Bartholomew's day, August 24, 1572. It has been estimated that twenty
thousand persons perished,
Sicilian Vespers, a revolt and uprising against the French in Sicily,
March 30, 1282, at the hour of vespers.
Smithfield, a portion of London noted as a place for execution during
the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.
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XXXL SPEECH OF WALPOLE IN REPROOF OF MR. PITT.
Sir Robert Walpole, 1676-1745, was educated at Eton and Cambridge-
He entered Parliament in 1700, and soon became a good debater and
skillful tactician. He was prime minister of Great Britain from 172 1 to
1742, in the reigns of George I. and George II. He was an able statesman;
but has been accused of employing corruption or bribery on a large scale,
to control Parliament and accomplish his purposes.
I was unwilling to interrupt the course of this debate, while it was
carried on with calmness and decency, by men who do not suffer the
ardor of opposition to cloud their reason, or transport them to such
expressions as the dignity of this assembly does not admit.
I have hitherto deferred answering the gentleman, who declaimed
against the bill with such fluency and rhetoric, and such vehemence of
gesture; who charged the advocates for the expedients now proposed,
with having no regard to any interests but their own, and with making
laws only to consume paper, and threatened them with the defection of
their adherents, and the loss of their influence, upon this new discovery of
their folly and ignorance. Nor, do 1 now answer him for any other purpose
than to remind him how little the clamor of rage and petulancy of
invective contribute to the end for which this assembly is called together;
how little the discovery of truth is promoted, and the security of the
nation established, by pompous diction and theatrical emotion.
Formidable sounds and furious declamation, confident assertions and
lofty periods, may affect the young and inexperienced; and perhaps the
gentleman may have contracted his habits of oratory by conversing more
with those of his own age than with such as have more opportunities of
acquiring knowledge, and more successful methods of communicating
their sentiments. If the heat of temper would permit him to attend to those
whose age and long acquaintance with business give them an indisputable
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right to deference and superiority, he would learn in time to reason, rather
than declaim; and lo prefer justness of argument and an accurate
knowledge of facts, lo sounding epithets and splendid superlatives, which
may disturb the imagination for a moment, but leave no lasting
impression upon the mind. He would learn, thai to accuse and prove are
very different; and that reproaches, unsupported by evidence, affect only
the character of him that utters them.
Excursions of fancy and flights of oratory are indeed pardonable in
young men, but in no other; and it would surely contribute more, even to
the purpose for which some gentlemen appear to speak (that of
depreciating the conduct of the administration), to prove the
inconveniences and injustice of this bill, than barely to assert them, with
whatever magnificence of language, or appearance of zeal, honesty, or
compassion.
XXXIL PITT'S REPLY TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.
William Pilt, 1708-- 1778, one of the ablest statesmen and orators of his
time, was born in Cornwall, and educated at Eton and Oxford, He entered
Parliament in 1735, and became a formidable opponent of the ministry of
Sir Robert Walpole. He gained great reputation by his wise and vigorous
management of military affairs in the last years of the reign of George 11.
He opposed the "Stamp Act" with great earnestness, as well as the course
of the ministry in the early years of the American Revolution. In 1778, he
rose from a sick bed to make his celebrated speech, in the House of
Lords, in opposition to a motion to acknowledge the independence of
America. At its close, he fell in an apoplectic fit, and was borne home to
die in a few weeks afterward- He was buried in Westminster Abbey. Mr.
Pitt possessed a fine personal presence and a powerful voice; he was very
popular with the people, and is often called the "Great Commoner." He
was created "Earl of Chatham" in 1766.
The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honorable
gentleman has, with such spirit and decency,
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charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content
myself with hoping that I may be one of those whose follies cease with
their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of
experience- Whether youth can be imputed to a man as a reproach, I will
not assume the province of determining; but surely age may become
justly contemptible, if the opportunities which it brings have passed away
without improvement, and vice appears to prevail when the passions have
subsided. The wretch, who, after having seen the consequences of a
thousand errors, continues still to blunder, and whose age has only added
obstinacy to stupidity, is surely the object either of abhorrence or
contempt, and deserves not that his gray hairs should secure him from
insult. Much more is he to be abhorred, who, as he has advanced in age,
has receded from virtue, and become more wicked--wilh less temptation;
who prostitutes himself for money which he can not enjoy, and spends the
remains of his life in the ruin of his country.
But youth is not my only crime; I am accused of acting a theatrical part,
A theatrical part may either imply some peculiarity of gesture, or a
dissimulation of my real sentiments, and an adoption of the opinions and
language of another man. In the first sense, the charge is too trifling to be
confuted, and deserves only to be mentioned that it may be despised. I am
at liberty, like every other man, to use my own language; and though,
perhaps, I may have some ambition to please this gentleman, I shall not
lay myself under any restraint, nor very solicitously copy his diction or
his mien, however matured by age, or modeled by experience.
But, if any man shall, by charging me with theatrical behavior, imply
that 1 utter any sentiments but my own, 1 shall treat him as a calumniator
and a villain; nor shall any protection shelter him from the treatment he
deserves, 1 shall, on such an occasion, without scruple, trample upon
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all those forms with which wealth and dignity intrench themselves, nor
shall anything but age restrain my resentment; age, --which always brings
one privilege, that of being insolent and supercilious, without
punishment!
But, with regard to those whom 1 have offended, I am of opinion that, if
1 had acted a borrowed part, I should have avoided their censure: the heal
that offended them was the ardor of conviction, and that zeal for the
service of my country which neither hope nor fear shall influence me to
suppress. I will not sit unconcerned while my liberty is invaded, nor look
in silence upon public robbery. I will exert my endeavors, at whatever
hazard, to repel the aggressor, and drag the thief to justice, whoever may
protect him in his villainies, and whoever may partake of his plunder.
XXXIIL CHARACTER OF MR, PITT,
Henry G rattan, 1750-1820, an Irish orator and statesman, was born at
Dublin, and graduated from Trinity College, in his native city. By his
admiration of Mr. Pitt, the first Earl of Chatham, he was led to turn his
attention to oratory. In personal appearance, he was unprepossessing; but
his private character was without a blemish.
The secretary stood alone- Modern degeneracy had not reached him.
Original and unaccommodating, the features of his character had the
hardihood of antiquity. His august mind overawed majesty itself. No state
chicanery, no narrow system of vicious politics, no idle contest for
ministerial victories, sank him to the vulgar level of the great; but
overbearing, persuasive, and impracticable, his object was England, his
ambition was fame.
Without dividing, he destroyed party; without corrupting, he made a
venal age unanimous. France sunk beneath him. With one hand he smote
the house of Bourbon, and wielded in the other the democracy of
England. The
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sight of his mind was infinite; and his schemes were to effect, not
England, not the present age only, but Europe and posterity. Wonderful
were the means by which those schemes were accomplished; always
seasonable, always adequate, the suggestion of an understanding
animated by ardor and enlightened by prophecy.
The ordinary feelings which make life amiable and indolent, were
unknown to him. No domestic difficulties, no domestic weakness,
reached him; but, aloof from the sordid occurrences of life, and unsullied
by its intercourse, he came occasionally into our system, to counsel and
decide. A character so exalted, so strenuous, so various, so authoritative,
astonished a corrupt age, and the treasury trembled at the name of Pitt,
through all classes of venality. Corruption imagined, indeed, that she had
found defects in this statesman, and talked much of the inconsistency of
his glory, and much of the ruin of his victories; but the history of his
country, and the calamities of the enemy, answered and refuted her.
Nor were his political his only talents. His eloquence was an era in the
senate; peculiar and spontaneous; familiarly expressing gigantic
sentiments and instructive wisdom; not like the torrent of Demosthenes,
or the splendid conflagration of Tully; it resembled sometimes the
thunder, and sometimes the music of the spheres. He did not conduct the
understanding through the painful subtilty of argumentation, nor was he
ever on the rack of exertion; but rather lightened upon the subject, and
reached the point by the flashings of the mind, which, like those of the
eye, were felt, but could not be followed.
Upon the whole, there was in this man something that could create,
subvert, or reform; an understanding, a spirit, and an eloquence, to
summon mankind to society, or to break the bonds of slavery asunder,
and to rule the wildness of free minds with unbounded authority;
something that could establish or overwhelm empires, and strike
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a blow in the world that should resound through the universe.
NOTES. -Demoslhenes (b. 385, d. 322, B. C.) was the son of a culler
at Athens, Greece. By diligent study and unremitting toil, he became the
greatest orator that ever lived.
Tully, Marcus Tullius Cicero {b. 106, d. 43, B, CJ, was the most
remarkable of Roman orators. He held the highest office of the Republic.
XXXIV, THE SOLDIER'S REST.
Sir Walter Scott, 1771-1832, the great Scotch poet and novelist, was
born in Edinburgh. Being a feeble child, he was sent to reside on his
grandfather's estate in the south of Scotland. Here he spent several years,
and gained much knowledge of the traditions of border warfare, as well as
of the tales and ballads pertaining to it. He was also a great reader of
romances in his youth. In 1779 be returned to Edinburgh, and became a
pupil in the high school. Four years later, he entered the university; but in
neither school nor college, was he distinguished for scholarship. In 1797
he was admitted to the practice of law, --a profession which he soon
forsook for literature. His first poems appeared in 1 802. The "Lay of the
Last Minstrel'^ was published in 1805, "Marmion" in 1808, and "The
Lady of the Lake" in 1810. Several poems of less power followed. In
1814 "Waverley," his first novel, made its appearance, but the author was
unknown for some time. Numerous other novels followed with great
rapidity, the author reaping a rich harvest both in fame and money. In
181 1 he purchased an estate near the Tweed, to which he gave the name
of Abbotsford. In enlarging his estate and building a costly house, he
spent vast sums of money. This, together with the failure of his publishers
in 1826, involved him very heavily in debt. But he set to work with
almost superhuman effort to pay his debts by the labors of his pen. In
about four years, he had paid more than $300,000; but the effort was too
much for his strength, and hastened his death.
In person, Scott was tall, and apparently robust, except a slight
lameness with which he was affected from childhood. He was kindly in
disposition, hospitable in manner, fond of outdoor pursuits and of
animals, especially dogs. He wrote with astonishing rapidity, and always
in the early morning. At his death, he left two sons and two daughters. A
magnificent monument to his memory has been erected in the city of his
birth. The following selection is from "The Lady of the Lake."
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Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Dream of battlefields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isle's enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
Fairy strains of music fall,
Every sense in slumber dewing.
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er.
Dream of battlefields no more;
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking.
Morn of toil, nor night of waking-
No rude sound shall reach thine ear.
Armor's clang, or war steed champing.
Trump nor pibroch summon here
Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.
Yet the lark's shrill fife may come.
At the daybreak from the fallow.
And the bittern sound his drum.
Booming from the sedgy shallow.
Ruder sounds shall none be near.
Guards nor warders challenge here.
Here's no war steed's neigh and champing,
Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;
While our slumb'rous spells assail ye.
Dream not, with the rising sun.
Bugles here shall sound reveille.
Sleep! the deer is in his den;
Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;
Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen.
How thy gallant steed lay dying.
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Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done.
Think not of the rising sun,
For at dawning lo assail ye,
Here no bugle sounds reveille.
NOTES. --Pibroch (pro. pe'brok). This is a wild, irregular species of
music, peculiar to the Highlands of Scotland. It is performed on a
bagpipe, and adapted to excite or assuage passion, and particularly to
rouse a martial spirit among troops going to battle-
Reveille (pro. re-vaTyJi) is an awakening call at daybreak. In the army it
is usually sounded on the drum.
XXXV, HENRY V, TO HIS TROOPS,
William Shakespeare . 1564-1616, was born at Stratford-upon-Avon.
By many {perhaps most) critics, Shakespeare is regarded as the greatest
poet the world has ever produced; one calls him, "The most illustrious of
the sons of men," And yet it is a curious fact that less is really known of
his life and personal characteristics than is known of almost any other
famous name in history. Over one hundred years ago, a writer said, "All
that is known with any degree of certainly concerning Shakespeare is--
thal he was born at Stratford-upon-Avon--married and had children there-
-wenl to London, where he commenced acting, and wrote poems and
plays--returned lo Stratford, made his will, died, and was buried." All the
research of the last one hundred years has added but very little to this
meager record. He was married, very young, to Anne Hathaway, a woman
eight years his senior; was joint proprietor of Blackfriar's Theater in 1589,
and seems lo have accumulated property, and retired three or four years
before his death. He was buried in Stratford Church, where a monument
has been erected to his memory; he also has a monument, in "Poet's
Corner" of Westminster Abbey. His family soon became extinct. From all
we can learn, he seems to have been highly respected and esteemed by his
cotemporaries.
His works consist chiefly of plays and sonnets. His writings show an
astonishing knowledge of human nature, expressed in language wonderful
for its point and beauty. His style is chaste and pure, judged by the
standard of his times, although expressions may sometimes be found that
would not be considered proper in a modern writer- It has been argued by
some that Shakespeare did not write the works imputed to him; but this
theory seems to have little lo support it. This extract is from King Henry
V-, Act III, Scene I.
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let il pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'er hang and jully his confounded base.
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide.
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To its full height! On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn till even, fought.
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument;
Be copy now to men of grosser blood.
And teach them how to war.
And you, good yeomen.
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base.
That hath not noble luster in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips.
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge.
Cry— "God for Harry, England, and St, George!"
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NOTES. -Henry V, (1388-1422) was king of England for nine years.
During this reign almost continuous war raged in France, to the throne of
which Henry laid claim. The battle of Agincourt took place in his reign.
Fet is the old form of fetched,
Alexanders .--Alexander the Great (356-323 B. G) was king of
Macedonia, and the celebrated conqueror of Persia, India, and the greater
part of the world as then known.
XXXVI, SPEECH OF PAUL ON MARS HILL.
Then Paul stood in the midst of Mars Hill, and said. Ye men of Athens!
I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. For as I passed by,
and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, To THE
UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I
unto you. God that made the world and all things therein (seeing that he is
Lord of heaven and earth) dwelleth not in temples made with hands;
neither is worshiped with men's hands, as though he needed anything,
seeing he giveth to all life, and breath, and all things; and hath made of
one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and
hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their
habitation; that they should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after
him, and find him, though he be not far from everyone of us: for in him
we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets
have said. For we are also his offspring. Forasmuch then as we are the
offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Godhead is like unto
gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man's device. And the limes of
this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men everywhere
to repent: because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the
worid in righteousness by that Man whom
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he hath ordained; whereof he halh given assurance unto all men, in that he
hath raised him from the dead. And when they heard of the resurrection of
the dead, some mocked: and others said. We will hear thee again of this
mailer. So Paul departed from among them. Howbeit certain men clave
unto him, and believed; among the which was Dionysius the Areopagite,
and a woman named Damaris, and others with them,
-Bible.
NOTES. -At the lime this oration was delivered (50 A. D,), Athens still
held the place she had occupied for centuries, as the center of the
enlightened and refined world.
Mars Hill, or the Areopagus, was an eminence in the city made famous
as the place where the court, also called Areopagus, held its sittings,
Dionysius, surnamed Areopageita, from being a member of this court,
was an eminent Greek scholar, who, after his conversion to Christianity
by St. Paul, was installed, by the latter, as the first bishop of Athens, He
afterwards suffered martvrdom.
XXXVIL GOD IS EVERYWHERE,
Oh! show me where is He,
The high and holy One,
To whom thou bend'st the knee.
And prayest, "Thy will be done!"
I hear thy song of praise,
And lo! no form is near:
Thine eyes 1 see thee raise.
But where doth God appear?
Oh! teach me who is God, and where his glories shine.
That I may kneel and pray, and call thy Father mine.
6.-1 1.
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"Gaze on that arch above:
The glittering vault admire.
Who taught those orbs to move?
Who lit their ceaseless fire?
Who guides the moon to run
In silence through the skies?
Who bids that dawning sun
In strength and beauty rise?
There view immensity! behold! my God is there:
The sun, the moon, the stars, his majesty declare.
"See where the mountains rise:
Where thundering torrents foam;
Where, veiled in towering skies.
The eagle makes his home:
Where savage nature dwells.
My God is present, too:
Through all her wildest dells
His footsteps I pursue:
He reared those giant cliffs, supplies that dashing stream,
Provides the daily food which stills the wild bird's scream.
"Look on that world of waves.
Where finny nations glide;
Within whose deep, dark caves
The ocean monsters hide:
His power is sovereign there.
To raise, to quell the storm;
The depths his bounty share.
Where sport the scaly swarm:
Tempests and calms obey the same almighty voice,
Which rules the earth and skies, and bids far worlds rejoice."
—Joseph Hittton,
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XXXVIIL LAFAYETTE AND ROBERT RAIKES,
Thomas S, Grimke', 1786-1834, an eminent lawyer and scholar, was
born in Charleston, South Carolina, graduated at Yale in 1807, and died
of cholera near Columbus, Ohio. He descended from a Huguenot family
that was exiled from France by the revocation of the edict of Nantes. He
gained considerable reputation as a politician, but is best known as an
advocate of peace, Sunday Schools, and the Bible. He was a man of deep
feeling, earnest purpose, and pure life. Some of his views were very
radical and very peculiar. He proposed sweeping reforms in English
orthography[l], and disapproved of the classics and of pure mathematics
in any scheme of general education. The following is an extract from an
address delivered at a Sunday-school celebration.
[Transcriber's Footnote 1: Orthography: Spelling using established
usage.]
It is but a few years since we beheld the most singular and memorable
pageant in the annals of lime. It was a pageant more sublime and affecting
than the progress of Elizabeth through England after the defeat of the
Armada; than the return of Francis L from a Spanish prison to his own
beautiful France; than the daring and rapid march of the conqueror at
Austerlilz from Frejus to Paris. It was a pageant, indeed, rivaled only in
the elements of the grand and the pathetic, by the journey of our own
Washington through the different states. Need I say that I allude to the
visit of Lafayette to America?
But Lafayette returned to the land of the dead, rather than of the living.
How many who had fought with him in the war of 76, had died in arms,
and lay buried in the grave of the soldier or the sailor! How many who
had survived the perils of battle, on the land and the ocean, had expired
on the deathbed of peace, in the arms of mother, sister, daughter, wife!
Those, who survived to celebrate with him the jubilee of 1825, were
stricken in years, and hoary-headed; many of them infirm in health; many
the victims of poverty, or misfortune, or affliction. And, how venerable
that patriotic company; how sublime their gathering through all the land;
how joyful their wetome, how affecting their farewell to that beloved
stranger!
But the pageant has fled, and the very materials that
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gave il such depths of interest are rapidly perishing: and a humble,
perhaps a nameless grave, shall hold the last soldier of the Revolution.
And shall they ever meet again? Shall the patriots and soldiers of '76, the
"Immortal Band," as history styles them, meet again in the amaranthine
bowers of spotless purity, of perfect bliss, of eternal glory? Shall theirs be
the Christian's heaven, the kingdom of the Redeemer? The heathen points
to his fabulous Elysium as the paradise of the soldier and the sage. But the
Christian bows down with tears and sighs, for he knows that not many of
the patriots, and statesmen, and warriors of Christian lands are the
disciples of Jesus.
But we turn from Lafayette, the favorite of the old and the new world,
to the peaceful benevolence, the unambitious achievements of Robert
Raikes. Let us imagine him to have been still alive, and to have visited
our land, to celebrate this day with us. No national ships would have been
offered to bear him, a nation's guest, in the pride of the star-spangled
banner, from the bright shores of the rising, to the brighter shores of the
setting sun. No cannon would have hailed him in the stern language of the
battlefield, the fortunate champion of Freedom, in Europe and America.
No martial music would have wetomed him in notes of rapture, as they
rolled along the Atlantic, and echoed through the valley of the
Mississippi. No military procession would have heralded his way through
crowded streets, thickset with the banner and the plume, the glittering
saber and the polished bayonet. No cities would have called forth beauty
and fashion, wealth and rank, to honor him in the ballroom and theater.
No states would have escorted him from boundary to boundary, nor have
sent their chief magistrate to do him homage. No national liberality would
have allotted to him a nobleman's domain and princely treasure. No
national gratitude would have hailed him in the capilol itself, the nation's
guest, because the nation's benefactor; and have consecrated
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a battle ship, in memory of his wounds and his gallantry.
Not such would have been the reception of Robert Raikes, in the land of
the Pilgrims and of Penn, of the Catholic, the Cavalier, and the Huguenot.
And who does not rejoice that il would be impossible thus to welcome
this primitive Christian, the founder of Sunday schools? His heralds
would be the preachers of the Gospel, and the eminent in piety,
benevolence, and zeal. His procession would number in its ranks the
messengers of the Cross and the disciples of the Savior, Sunday-school
teachers and white-robed scholars. The temples of the Most High would
be the scenes of his triumph. Homage and gratitude to him, would be
anthems of praise and thanksgiving to God.
Parents would honor him as more than a brother; children would
reverence him as more than a father. The faltering words of age, the firm
and sober voice of manhood, the silvery notes of youth, would bless him
as a Christian patron. The wise and the good would acknowledge him
everywhere as a national benefactor, as a patriot even to a land of
strangers. He would have come a messenger of peace to a land of peace.
No images of camps, and sieges, and battles; no agonies of the dying and
the wounded; no shouts of victory, or processions of triumph, would
mingle with the recollections of the multitude who welcomed him. They
would mourn over no common dangers, trials, and calamities; for the road
of duty has been to them the path of pleasantness, the way of peace. Their
memory of the past would be rich in gratitude to God, and love to man;
their enjoyment of the present would be a prelude to heavenly bliss; their
prospects of the future, bright and glorious as faith and hope. * * *
Such was the reception of Lafayette, the warrior; such would be that of
Robert Raikes, the Howard of the Christian church. And which is the
nobler benefactor.
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patriot, and philanthropist? Mankind may admire and extol Lafayette
more than the founder of the Sunday schools; but religion, philanthropy,
and enlightened common sense must ever esteem Robert Raikes the
superior of Lafayette. His are the virtues, the services, the sacrifices of a
more enduring and exalted order of being. His counsels and triumphs
belong less to time than to eternity.
The fame of Lafayette is of this world; the glory of Robert Raikes is of
the Redeemer's everlasting kingdom, Lafayette lived chiefly for his own
age, and chiefly for his and our country; but Robert Raikes has lived for
all ages and all countries. Perhaps the historian and biographer may never
interweave his name in the tapestry of national or individual renown. But
the records of every single church honor him as a patron; the records of
the universal Church, on earth as in heaven, bless him as a benefactor.
The time may come when the name of Lafayette will be forgotten; or
when the star of his fame, no longer glittering in the zenith, shall be seen,
pale and glimmering, on the verge of the horizon. But the name of Robert
Raikes shall never be forgotten; and the lambent flame of his glory is that
eternal fire which rushed down from heaven to devour the sacrifice of
Elijah, Let mortals then admire and imitate Lafayette more than Robert
Raikes. But the just made perfect, and the ministering spirits around the
throne of God, have welcomed him as a fellow-servant of the same Lord;
as a fellow-laborer in the same glorious cause of man's redemption; as a
coheir of the same precious promises and eternal rewards.
NOTES. -Armada, the great fleet sent out in 1588, by Philip 11, of
Spain, for the conquest of England, was defeated in the Channel by the
English and Dutch fleets. After the victory. Queen Elizabeth made a
triumphal journey through the kingdom.
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Francis I. (b- 1494, d, 1547), King of France, was taken prisoner at the
battle of Pavia, and confined at Madrid, Spain, nearly a year.
Austerlitz.--See Note on p. 150,
Lafayette (b. 1757, d. 1834), a French marquis, who served as major
general in the Revolutionary War in America, which terminated in 1783.
Lafayette revisited this country in 1824, and was received throughout the
land with the greatest enthusiasm.
Robert Raikes (b, 1735, d. 181 1), an English printer and
philanthropist, noted as the founder of Sunday schools-
Howard, John (b. 1726, d, 1790), a celebrated English philanthropist,
who spent much of his life in the endeavor to reform the condition of
prisons in Europe.
XXXIX, FALL OF CARDINAL WOLSEY.
Wolsey\ Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms.
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good, easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root.
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured.
Like little, wanton boys that swim on bladders.
This many summers in a sea of glory.
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, 1 hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to.
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That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed.
Why, how now, Cromwell!
Crom, I have no power to speak, sir.
Wol. What, amazed
At my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder,
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
I am faH'n indeed,
Crom. How does your grace?
Wol Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I fed within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me,
I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders.
These ruin'd pilJars, out of pity, taken
A load would sink a navy!--loo much honor:
Oh, 't is a burthen, Cromwell, 'lis a burthen.
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven!
Crom, I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.
Wol. I hope I have: I am able now, methinks.
Out of a fortitude of soul I feel.
To endure more miseries, and greater far.
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
What news abroad?
Crom. The heaviest, and the worst.
Is your displeasure with the king.
Woi God bless him!
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Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen
Lord chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden:
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favor, and do justice
For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones.
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em!
What more?
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed!
Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married.
This day was viewed in open as his queen.
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.
Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O
Cromwell,
The king has gone beyond me: all my glories
In that one woman I have lost forever:
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors.
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go! get thee from me! Cromwell;
I am a poor, fall'n man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master: seek the king;
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
What and how true thou art: he will advance thee;
Some little memory of me will stir him—
I know his noble nature--not to let
Thy hopeful service perish, too: good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.
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Crom. O my lord,
Must I, then, leave you? Must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
The king shall have my service; but my prayers
Forever and forever shall be yours.
Wol. Cromwell, T did not think lo shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me.
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be.
And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of, say, 1 taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor.
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, 1 charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then.
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace.
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's.
Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st, a blessed martyr! Serve the king;
And, --prithee, lead me in:
There, take an inventory of all I have.
To the last penny; 't is the king's: my robe.
And my integrity to Heaven, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
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Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king. He would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Crom. Good sir, have patience.
Woi So I have. Farewell
The hopes of court! my hopes in Heaven do dwell.
Shakespeare. --Henry VHI, Act Hi, Scene ii.
NOTES. -Wolsey, Cardinal Thomas (b. 1471, d. 1530), was for several
years the favored minister or Henry VIII. of England. He acquired great
wealth and power. In 1522, he was one of the candidates for the Papal
Throne, In 1529, he was disgraced at the English court and arrested.
Cromwell, Thomas (b. 1490, d. 1540), was Wolsey's servant. After
Wolsey's death, he became secretary to Henry VIII., and towards the
close of his life was made Earl of Essex.
XL. THE PHILOSOPHER.
John P, Kennedy, 1796-1870. This gentleman, eminent in American
politics and literature, was born in Baltimore, graduated at the College of
Baltimore, and died in the same city. He served several years in the
Legislature of his native state, and three terms in the United States House
of Representatives. He was Secretary of the Navy during a part of
President Fillmore's administration, and was active in sending out the
famous Japan expedition, and Dr. Kane's expedition in search of Sir John
Franklin. Mr, Kennedy wrote several novels, as well as political and other
papers. His writings are marked by ease and freshness, The following
extract is from "Swallow Barn," a series of sketches of early Virginia.
From the house at Swallow Barn there is to be seen, at no great
distance, a clump of trees, and in the midst of these a humble building is
discernible, that seems to court the shade in which it is modestly
embowered. It is an old structure built of logs. Its figure is a cube, with a
roof rising from all sides to a point, and surmounted by
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a wooden weathercock, which somewhat resembles a fish and somewhat
a fowl.
This little edifice is a rustic shrine devoted to Cadmus, and is under the
dominion of parson Chub. He is a plump, rosy old gentleman, rather short
and thickset, with the blood vessels meandering over his face like rivulets,
--a pair of prominent blue eyes, and a head of silky hair not unlike the
covering of a white spaniel. He may be said to be a man of jolly
dimensions, with an evident taste for good living, sometimes sloven in his
attire, for his coat--which is not of the newesl--is decorated with sundry
spots that are scattered over it in constellations. Besides this, he wears an
immense cravat, which, as it is wreathed around his short neck, forms a
bowl beneath his chin, and--as Ned says--gives the parson's head the
appearance of that of John the Baptist upon a charger, as it is sometimes
represented in the children's picture books. His beard is grizzled with
silver stubble, which the parson reaps about twice a week--if the weather
be fair.
Mr. Chub is a philosopher after the order of Socrates. He was an
emigrant from the Emerald Isle, where he suffered much tribulation in the
disturbances, as they are mildly called, of his much-enduring country. But
the old gentleman has weathered the storm without losing a Jot of that
broad, healthy benevolence with which Nature has enveloped his heart,
and whose ensign she has hoisted in his face. The early part of his life had
been easy and prosperous, until the rebellion of 1798 stimulated his
republicanism into a fever, and drove the full-blooded hero headlong into
a quarrel, and put him, in spile of his peaceful profession, to standing by
his pike in behalf of his principles. By this unhappy boiling over of the
caldron of his valor, he fell under the ban of the ministers, and tested his
share of government mercy. His house was burnt over his head, his horses
and hounds (for, by all accounts, he was a perfect Actaeon) were
"confiscate to the stale," and
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he was forced lo fly. This brought him to America in no very
compromising mood with royalty.
Here his fortunes appear lo have been various, and he was tossed to and
fro by the battledoor of fate, until he found a snug harbor at Swallow
Barn; where, some years ago, he sat down in that quiet repose which a
worried and badgered patriot is best fitted to enjoy.
He is a good scholar, and, having confined his readings entirely to the
learning of the ancients, his republicanism is somewhat after the Grecian
mold. He has never read any politics of later date than the lime of the
Emperor Constantine, not even a newspaper,--so that he may be said to
have been contemporary with AEschines rather than Lord Castlereagh--
until that eventful epoch of his life when his blazing rooftree awakened
him from his anachronistical dream. This notable interruption, however,
gave him but a feeble insight into the moderns, and he soon relapsed to
Thucydides and Livy, with some such glimmerings of the American
Revolution upon his remembrance as most readers have of the exploits of
the first Brutus,
The old gentleman had a learned passion for folios. He had been a long
time urging Meriwether to make some additions to his collections of
literature, and descanted upon the value of some of the ancient authors as
foundations, both moral and physical, to the library. Frank gave way to
the argument, partly to gratify the parson, and partly from the proposition
itself having a smack that touched his fancy. The matter was therefore
committed entirely to Mr. Chub, who forthwith set out on a voyage of
exploration to the north. I believe he got as far as Boston. He certainly
contrived to execute his commission with a curious felicity. Some famous
Elzevirs were picked up, and many other antiques that nobody but Mr.
Chub would ever think of opening.
The cargo arrived at Swallow Burn in the dead of winter. During the
interval between the parson's return
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from his expedition and the coming of the books, the reverend little
schoolmaster was in a remarkably unquiet state of body, which almost
prevented him from sleeping: and it is said that the sight of the long-
expected treasures had the happiest effect upon him. There was ample
accommodation for this new acquisition of ancient wisdom provided
before its arrival, and Mr. Chub now spent a whole week in arranging the
volumes on iheir proper shelves, having, as report affirms, altered the
arrangement at least seven times during that period. Everybody wondered
what the old gentleman was at, all this time; but it was discovered
afterwards, that he was endeavoring to effect a distribution of the works
according to a minute division of human science, which entirely failed,
owing to the unlucky accident of several of his departments being without
any volumes.
After this matter was settled, he regularly spent his evenings in the
library. Frank Meriwether was hardly behind the parson in this fancy, and
took, for a short time, to abstruse reading. They both consequently
deserted the little family circle every evening after tea, and might have
continued to do so all the winter but for a discovery made by Hazard.
Ned had seldom joined the two votaries of science in their philosophical
retirement, and it was whispered in the family that the parson was giving
Frank a quiet course of lectures in the ancient philosophy, for Meriwether
was known to talk a great deal, about that time, of the old and new
Academicians. But it happened upon one dreary winter night, during a
tremendous snowstorm, which was banging the shutters and doors of the
house so as to keep up a continual uproar, that Ned, having waited in the
parlor for the philosophers until midnight, set out to invade their retreat--
not doubting that he should find them deep in study. When he entered the
library, both candles were burning in their sockets, with long, untrimmed
wicks;
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the fire was reduced to its last embers, and, in an armchair on one side of
the table, the parson was discovered in a sound sleep over Jeremy Taylor's
"Ductor Dubitanlium," whilst Frank, in another chair on the opposite side,
was snoring over a folio edition of Montaigne. And upon the table stood a
small stone pitcher, containing a residuum of whisky punch, now grown
cold- Frank started up in great consternation upon hearing Ned's footstep
beside him, and, from that time, almost entirely deserted the library. Mr.
Chub, however, was not so easily drawn away from the career of his
humor, and still shows his hankering after his leather-coated friends-
NOTES. --Cadmus is said to have taught the Greeks the use of the
alphabet-
Socrates {b. 469, d. 399 B. C), a noted Athenian philosopher.
Rebellion.--ln 1798, the Irish organized and rose against the English
rule. The rebellion was suppressed-
Actaeon [Ak-le'on], a fabled Greek hunter, who was changed into a
stag.
Constantine, the Great (b. 272, d, 337), the first Christian emperor of
Rome. He was an able general and wise legislator. In 328, he removed his
capital to Byzantium, which he named Constantinople.
AEschines [es'ke-nez] (b, 389, d, 314 B, C), an Athenian orator, the
rival of Demosthenes.
Castlereagh, Lord {b. 1769, d. 1822), a British statesman. He was in
power, and prominent in the suppression of the Rebellion.
Brutus, see p, 145.
Elzevirs [elze-virs], the name of a family of Dutch printers noted for
the beauty of their workmanship- They lived from 1540 to 1680,
Academicians .-The OW Academy was founded by Plato, at Athens,
about 380 B. C. The A^^vv, by Carneades, about two hundred years later,
Jeremy Taylor {b. 1613, d- 1667), an English bishop and writer. His
Ductor Dubitantium, or "Rule of Conscience," was one of his chief
works-
Montaigne, Michel (b. 1533, d. 1592), was a celebrated French writer
of peculiar characteristics. He owes his reputation entirely to his "Essais."
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XLI. MARMiON AND DOUGLAS.
Not far advanced was morning day,
When Marmion did his troop array
To Surrey's camp lo ride;
He had safe conduct for his band.
Beneath the royal seal and hand.
And Douglas gave a guide.
The train from out the castle drew,
But Marmion stopped to bid adieu:
"Though something I might plain," he said,
"Of cold respect to stranger guest,
Sent hither by your king's behest.
While in Tantallon's lowers I staid.
Part we in friendship from your land.
And, noble Earl, receive my hand."
Bui Douglas round him drew his cloak.
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke:
"My manors, halls, and bowers shall still
Be open, at my sovereign's will.
To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone.
From turret to foundation stone;
The hand of Douglas is his own;
And never shall, in friendly grasp.
The hand of such as Marmion clasp."
Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire.
And shook his very frame for ire;
And--"This to me!" he said,-
"An 't were not for thy hoary beard.
Such hand as Marmion's had not spared
To cleave the Douglas' head!
And, first, I tell thee, haughty peer.
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He who does England's message here,
Although the meanest in her state,
May well, proud Angus, be thy mate:
And, Douglas, more, 1 tell thee here.
Even in thy pitch of pride.
Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near,
I tell thee, thou'rt defied!
And if thou said'st I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or near,
Lord Angus, thou hast lied!"
On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage
O'ercame the ashen hue of age.
Fierce he broke forth, --"And dar'st thou then
To beard the lion in his den.
The Douglas in his hall?
And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go?
No, by Saint Bride of Bolhwell, no!
Up drawbridge, grooms,— what, warder, ho!
Let the portcullis falL"
Lord Marraion turned, --well was his need,—
And dashed the rowels in his steed.
Like arrow through the archway sprung;
The ponderous gate behind him rung:
To pass there was such scanty room.
The bars, descending, razed his plume.
The steed along the drawbridge flies.
Just as it trembled on the rise;
Nor lighter does the swallow skim
Along the smooth lake's level brim:
And when Lord Marmion reached his band
He halts, and turns with clenched hand, [1]
And shout of loud defiance pours.
And shook his gauntlet at the towers,
6.-12.
[Transcriber's Note 1: clenched, pronounced "clench-ed"J
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"Horse! horse!" the Douglas cried, "and chase!"
But soon he reined his fury's pace:
"A royal messenger he came.
Though most unworthy of the name.
Saint Mary mend my fiery mood!
Old age ne'er cools the Douglas' blood;
I thought to slay him where he stood.
'Tis pity of him, loo/' he cried;
"Bold he can speak, and fairly ride;
I warrant him a warrior tried."
With this his mandate he recalls,
And slowly seeks his castle halls.
-Walter Scott
NOTES:--ln the poem from which this extract is taken, Marmion is
represented as an embassador sent by Henry VIII. , king of England, lo
James IV., king of Scotland, with whom he was at war. Having finished
his mission to James, Marmion was intrusted to the protection and
hospitality of Douglas, one of the Scottish nobles. Douglas entertained
him, treated him with the respect due to his office and to the honor of his
sovereign, yet he despised his private character. Marmion perceived this,
and took umbrage at it, though he attempted to repress his resentment,
and desired lo part in peace. Under these circumstances the scene, as
described in this sketch, takes place.
Tantallon is the name of the Douglas castle at Bothwell, Scolland.
XLIL THE PRESENT,
Adelaide Anne Procter, 1825-1864, was the daughter of Bryan Waller
Procter, known in literature as "Barry Cornwall." She is the author of
several volumes of poetry, and was a contributor to "Good Words," "All
the Year Round," and other London periodicals. Her works have been
republished in America.
Do not crouch to-day, and worship
The dead Past, whose life is fled
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Hush your voice in tender reverence;
Crowned he lies, but cold and dead:
For the Present reigns, our monarch,
With an added weight of hours;
Honor her, for she is mighty!
Honor her, for she is ours!
See the shadows of his heroes
Girt around her cloudy throne;
Every day the ranks are strengthened
By great hearts to him unknown;
Noble things the great Past promised,
Holy dreams, both strange and new;
But the Present shall fulfill them;
What he promised, she shall do.
She inherits all his treasures.
She is heir to all his fame.
And the light that lightens round her
Is the luster of his name;
She is wise with all his wisdom.
Living on his grave she stands,
On her brow she bears his laurels.
And his harvest in her hands.
Coward, can she reign and conquer
If we thus her glory dim?
Let us fight for her as nobly
As our fathers fought for him.
God, who crowns the dying ages.
Bids her rule, and us obey.
Bids us cast our lives before her.
Bids us serve the great To-day.
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XLIILTHE BAPTISM.
John Wilson, 1785-1854, a distinguished Scottish author, was born at
Paisley. When fifteen years of age, he entered the University of Glasgow;
but, three years later, he became a member of Magdalen College, Oxford.
Here he attained eminence both as a student, and as a proficient in
gymnastic games and exercises. Soon after graduating, he purchased an
estate near Lake Windermere, and became a companion of Wordsworth
and Soulhey; but he soon left his estate to reside in Edinburgh- In 1817,
when "Blackwood's Magazine" was established in opposition to ihe
"Edinburgh Review," he became chief contributor to that famous
periodical. In its pages, he won his chief fame as a writer. In 1820, he
succeeded Dr. Thomas Brown as Professor of Moral Philosophy in the
University of Edinburgh; this position he held for thirty years. His "Lights
and Shadows of Scottish Life" was published in 1822. This is a collection
of pathetic and beautiful tales of domestic life in Scotland. His
contributions to Blackwood appeared over the pseudonym of
"Christopher North," or more familiarly, "Kit North." Professor Wilson
was a man of great physical power and of striking appearance. In
character, he was vehement and impulsive; but his writings show that he
possessed feelings of deep tenderness.
The rite of baptism had not been performed for several months in the
kirk of Lanark, It was now the hottest time of persecution; and the
inhabitants of that parish found other places in which to worship God, and
celebrate the ordinances of religion. It was now the Sabbath day, and a
small congregation of about a hundred souls had met for divine service, in
a place more magnificent than any temple that human hands had ever
built to Deity. The congregation had not assembled to the toll of the bell,
but each heart knew the hour and observed it; for there are a hundred
sundials among the hills, woods, moors, and fields; and the shepherd and
the peasant see the hours passing by them in sunshine and shadow.
The church in which they were assembled, was hewn by God's hand out
of the eternal rock. A river rolled its way through a mighty chasm of
cliffs, several hundred feet high, of which the one side presented
enormous masses, and the other corresponding recesses, as if the great
stone girdle had been rent by a convulsion. The channel was
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overspread with prodigious fragments of rocks or large loose stones, some
of them smooth and bare, others containing soil and verdure in their rents
and fissures, and here and there crowned with shrubs and trees. The eye
could at once command a long-stretching vista, seemingly closed and shut
up at both extremities by the coalescing cliffs. This majestic reach of river
contained pools, streams, and waterfalls innumerable; and when the water
was low--which was now the case, in the common drought--it was easy to
walk up this scene with the calm, blue sky overhead, an utter and sublime
solitude.
On looking up, the soul was bowed down by the feeling of that
prodigious height of unscalable, and often overhanging, cliff. Between the
channel and the summit of the far extended precipices, were perpetually
flying rooks and wood pigeons, and now and then a hawk, filling the
profound abyss with their wild cawing, deep murmur, or shrilly shriek.
Sometimes a heron would stand erect and still, on some little stone island,
or rise up like a white cloud along the black walls of the chasm, and
disappear. Winged creatures alone could inhabit this region. The fox and
wild cat chose more accessible haunts. Yet, here came the persecuted
Christians and worshiped God, whose hand hung over their head those
magnificent pillars and arches, scooped out those galleries from the solid
rock, and laid al their feel the calm water, in its transparent beauty, in
which they could see themselves silling, in reflected groups, with their
Bibles in their hands.
Here, upon a semicircular ledge of rocks, over a narrow chasm, of
which the tiny stream played in a murmuring waterfall, and divided the
congregation into two equal parts, sat about a hundred persons, all
devoutly listening to their minister, who stood before them on what might
he called a small, natural pulpit of living stone. Up to it there led a short
flight of steps, and over it waved the canopy of a tall, graceful birch tree.
The pulpit stood in
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the middle of the channel, directly facing the congregation, and separated
from them by the clear, deep, sparkling pool, into which the scarce-heard
water poured over the blackened rock. The water, as it left the pool,
separated into two streams, and flowed on each side of that altar, thus
placing it in an island, whose large, mossy stones were richly embowered
under the golden blossoms and green tresses of the broom.
At the close of divine service, a row of maidens, all clothed in purest
while, came gliding off from the congregation, and, crossing the
murmuring stream on stepping stones, arranged themselves at the foot of
the pulpit with those who were about to be baptized. Their devout fathers,
just as though they had been in their own kirk, had been sitting there
during worship, and now stood up before the minister. The baptismal
water, taken from that pellucid pool, was lying, consecrated, in an
appropriate receptacle, formed by the upright stones that composed one
side of the pulpit, and the holy rite proceeded.
Some of the younger ones in that semicircle kept gazing down into the
pool, in which the whole scene was reflected; and now and then, in spite
of the grave looks and admonishing whispers of their elders, letting fall a
pebble into the water, that they might judge of its depth, from the length
of time that elapsed before the clear air bells lay sparkling on the agitated
surface. The rite was over, and the religious service of the day closed by a
psalm. The mighty rocks hemmed in the holy sound, and sent it in a more
compact volume, clear, sweet, and strong, up to heaven. When the psalm
ceased, an echo, like a spirit's voice, was heard dying away, high up
among the magnificent architecture of the cliffs; and once more might be
noticed in the silence, the reviving voice of the waterfall.
Just then, a large stone fell from the top of the cliff into the pool, a loud
voice was heard, and a plaid was hung over on the point of a shepherd's
staff. Their wakeful
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sentinel had descried danger, and this was his warning. Forthwith, the
congregation rose. There were paths, dangerous to unpracticed feet, along
the ledges of the rocks, leading up to several caves and places of
concealment. The more active and young assisted the elder, more
especially the old pastor, and the women with the infants; and many
minutes had not elapsed, till not a living creature was visible in the
channel of the stream, but all of them were hidden, or nearly so, in the
clefts and caverns.
The shepherd who had given the alarm, had lain down again instantly in
his plaid on the greensward, upon the summit of these precipices. A parly
of soldiers was immediately upon him, and demanded what signals he had
been making, and to whom; when one of them, looking over the edge of
the cliff, exclaimed, "See, see! Humphrey, We have caught the whole
tabernacle of the Lord in a net at last. There they are, praising God among
the stones of the river Mouse, These are the Cartland Craigs. A noble
cathedral!" "Fling the lying sentinel over the cliffs. Here is a canting
Covenanter for you, deceiving honest soldiers on the very Sabbath day.
Over with him, over with him; out of the gallery into the pit." But the
shepherd had vanished like a shadow, and, mixing with the tall, green
broom and bushes, was making his unseen way toward a wood. "Satan
has saved his servant; but come, my lads, follow me. I know the way
down into the bed of the stream, and the steps up to Wallace's Cave. They
are called, 'kittle nine slanes;' The hunt's up. We'll all be in at the death.
Halloo! my boys, halloo!"
The soldiers dashed down a less precipitous part of the wooded banks, a
little below the "craigs," and hurried up the channel. But when they
reached the altar where the old, gray-haired minister had been seen
standing, and the rocks that had been covered with people, all was silent
and solitary; not a creature to be seen. "Here is a Bible, dropped by some
of them," cried a soldier, and, with his
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fool, he spun it away into the pooL "A bonnet, a bonnet," cried another;
"now for the pretty, sanctified face, that rolled its demure eyes below it,"
But after a few jests and oaths, the soldiers stood still, eying with a kind
of mysterious dread the black and silent walls of the rocks that hemmed
them in, and hearing only the small voice of the stream that sent a
profounder stillness through the heart of that majestic solitude. "What if
these cowardly Covenanters should tumble down upon our heads pieces
of rock, from their hiding places! Advance, or retreat?"
There was no reply; for a slight fear was upon every man. Musket or
bayonet could be of little use to men obliged to clamber up rocks, along
slender paths, leading they know not where. And they were aware that
armed men nowadays worshiped God; men of iron hearts, who feared not
the glitter of the soldier's arms, neither barrel nor bayonet; men of long
stride, firm step, and broad breast, who, on the open field, would have
overthrown the marshaled line, and gone first and foremost, if a city had
to be taken by storm.
As the soldiers were standing together irresolute, a noise came upon
their ears like distant thunder, but even more appalling; and a slight
current of air, as if propelled by it, passed whispering along the
sweetbriers, and the broom, and the tresses of the birch trees. It came
deepening, and rolling, and roaring on; and the very Cartland Craigs
shook to their foundation, as if in an earthquake. "The Lord have mercy
upon us! What is this?" And down fell many of the miserable wretches on
their knees, and some on their faces, upon the sharp-pointed rocks. Now,
it was like the sound of many myriads of chariots rolling on their iron
axles down the strong channel of the torrent. The old, gray-haired
minister issued from the mouth of Wallace's Cave, and said, in a loud
voice, "The Lord God terrible reigneth!"
A waterspout had burst up among the moorlands, and
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the river, in its power, was al hand. There it came, tumbling along into
that long reach of cliffs, and, in a momenl, filled it with one mass of
waves. Huge, agitated clouds of foam rode on the surface of a blood-red
torrent. An army must have been swept off by that flood. The soldiers
perished in a moment; but high up in the cliffs, above the sweep of
destruction, were the Covenanters, men, women, and children, uttering
prayers to God, unheard by themselves, in the raging thunder.
NOTES. --Lanark is a small town in the valley of the Clyde, in
Scotland. It is thirty miles southwest from Edinburgh.
Mouse River flows lo the Clyde from the hills north of Larmrk.
Covenanter--Under Charles L, the Scotch were so oppressed that they
organized in resistance. The covenant was a famous paper, largely signed,
in which they agreed to continue in the profession of their faith, and resist
all errors.
Wallace's Cave .--William Wallace (b. 1270, d. 1305) was the foremost
Scot of his times. He was declared, in the absence of the king, guardian of
the kingdom. More than once was he outlawed and obliged to seek safety
by concealment in the woods and caves.
XLIV. SPARROWS.
Adeline D. Train Whitney, 1824—, was born in Boston, and was
educated in the school of Dr. George B. Emerson. Her father was Enoch
Train, a well-known merchant of that city. At the age of nineteen, she
became the wife of Mr. Seth D. Whitney. Her literary career began about
1856, since which time she has written several novels and poems; a
number of them first appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly." Her writings are
marked by grace and sprightliness.
Little birds sit on the telegraph wires.
And chitter, and flitter, and fold their wings;
Maybe they think that, for them and their sires.
Stretched always, on purpose, those wonderful strings:
And, perhaps, the Thought that the world inspires.
Did plan for the birds, among other things.
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Little birds sit on the slender lines,
And the news of the world runs under their feet,--
How value rises, and how declines.
How kings with their armies in battle meet,--
And, all the while, 'mid the soundless signs.
They chirp their small gossipings, foolish sweet.
Little things light on the lines of our lives,—
Hopes, and joys, and acts of to-day, --
And we think that for these the Lord contrives.
Nor catch what the hidden lightnings say.
Yet, from end to end. His meaning arrives,
And His word runs underneath, all the way.
Is life only wires and lightning, then.
Apart from that which about it clings?
Are the thoughts, and the works, and the prayers of men
Only sparrows that light on God's telegraph strings.
Holding a moment, and gone again?
Nay; He planned for the birds, with the larger things.
XLV. OBSERVANCE OF THE SABBATH,
Gardiner Spring, 1785-1873, was the son of Samuel Spring, D,D., who was
pastor of a Congregational church in Newburyport, Massachusetts, for more than
forty years. The son entered Yale College, and was valedictorian of his class in
1805. He studied law for a time; then went to Bermuda, where he taught nearly
two years. On his return he completed his law studies, and practiced his
profession for more than a year. In 1810, having studied theology at Andover, he
was ordained as pastor of the "Brick Church" in New York City. Here he
remained till his death. He was elected president of Dartmouth College, and also
of Hamilton, but declined both positions. His works, embracing about twenty
octavo volumes, have passed through several editions; some have been translated
into foreign languages, and reprinted in Europe. As a preacher. Dr. Spring was
eloquent and energetic.
The Sabbath lies at the foundation of all true morality. Morality flows
from principle. Lei the principles
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of moral obligation become relaxed, and the practice of morality will not
long survive the overthrow. No man can preserve his own morals, no
parent can preserve the morals of his children, without the impressions of
religious obligation.
If you can induce a community to doubt the genuineness and
authenticity of the Scriptures; to question the reality and obligations of
religion; to hesitate, undeciding, whether there be any such thing as virtue
or vice; whether there be an eternal state of retribution beyond the grave;
or whether there exists any such being as God, you have broken down the
barriers of moral virtue, and hoisted the flood gates of immorality and
crime. I need not say that when a people have once done this, they can no
longer exist as a tranquil and happy people. Every bond that holds society
together would be ruptured; fraud and treachery would take the place of
confidence between man and man; the tribunals of justice would be
scenes of bribery and injustice; avarice, perjury, ambition, and revenge
would walk through the land, and render it more like the dwelling of
savage beasts than the tranquil abode of civilized and Christianized men.
If there is an institution which opposes itself to this progress of human
degeneracy, and throws a shield before the interests of moral virtue in our
thoughtless and wayward world, it is the Sabbath. In the fearful struggle
between virtue and vice, notwithstanding the powerful auxiliaries which
wickedness finds in the bosoms of men, and in the seductions and
influence of popular example, wherever the Sabbath has been suffered to
live, the trembling interests of moral virtue have always been revered and
sustained. One of the principal occupations of this day is to illustrate and
enforce the great principles of sound morality. Where this sacred trust is
preserved inviolate, you behold a nation convened one day in seven for
the purpose of acquainting themselves with the best moral principles and
precepts;
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and it can not be otherwise than that the authority of moral virtue, under
such auspices, should be acknowledged and felt-
We may not, at once, perceive the effects which this weekly observance
produces. Like most moral causes, it operates slowly; but it operates
surely, and gradually weakens the power and breaks the yoke of
profligacy and sin. No villain regards the Sabbath. No vicious family
regards the Sabbath. No immoral community regards the Sabbath. The
holy rest of this ever-memorable day is a barrier which is always broken
down before men become giants in sin. Blackstone, in his Commentaries
on the Laws of England, remarks that "a corruption of morals usually
follows a profanation of the Sabbath/' It is an observation of Lord Chief
Justice Hale, that "of all the persons who were convicted of capital
crimes, while he was on the bench, he found a few only who would not
confess that they began their career of wickedness by a neglect of the
duties of the Sabbath and vicious conduct on that day,"
The prisons in our own land could probably tell us that they have
scarcely a solitary tenant who had not broken over the restraints of the
Sabbath before he was abandoned to crime. You may enact laws for the
suppression of immorality, but the secret and silent power of the Sabbath
constitutes a stronger shield to the vital interest of the community than
any code of penal statutes that ever was enacted. The Sabbath is the
keystone of the arch which sustains the temple of virtue, which, however
defaced, will survive many a rude shock so long as the foundation
remains firm.
The observance of the Sabbath is also most influential in securing
national prosperity. The God of Heaven has said, "Them that honor me I
will honor," You will not often find a notorious Sabbath breaker a
permanently prosperous man; and a Sabbath-breaking community is
never a happy or prosperous community. There is a multitude of
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unobserved influences which the Sabbath exerts upon the temporal
welfare of men. It promotes the spirit of good order and harmony; it
elevates the poor from want; it transforms squalid wretchedness; it
imparls self-respect and elevation of character; it promotes softness and
civility of manners; it brings together the rich and the poor upon one
common level in the house of prayer; it purifies and strengthens the social
affections, and makes the family circle the center of allurement and the
source of instruction, comfort, and happiness. Like its own divine
religion, "it has the promise of the life that now is and that which is to
come," for men can not put themselves beyond the reach of hope and
heaven so long as they treasure up this one command, "Remember the
Sabbath day, to keep it holy."
NOTES, -Sir William Blackstone (b. 1723, d. 1780) was the son of a
London silk mercer. He is celebrated as the author of the "Commentaries
on the Laws of England," now universally used by law students both in
England and America, He once retired from the law through failure to
secure a practice, but afterwards attained the highest honors in his
profession. See biographical notice on page 410.
Sir Matthew Hale (b. 1609, d. 1676), was Lord Chief Justice of
England from 1671 to 1676.
XLVL GOD'S GOODNESS TO SUCH AS FEAR HIM.
Fret not thyself because of evil doers.
Neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity;
For they shall soon be cut down like the grass.
And wither as the green herb-
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
So shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shall be fed.
Delight thyself also in the Lord,
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And he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Commit thy way unto the Lord;
Trust also in him, and he shall bring it to pass.
And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light.
And thy judgment as the noonday.
Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him.
Fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.
Because of the man who bringelh wicked devices to pass.
Cease from anger, and forsake wrath:
Fret not thyself in any wise to do evil,
For evil doers shall be cut off:
But those that wail upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be;
Yea, thou shall diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.
But the meek shall inherit the earth.
And shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
A little that a righteous man hath
Is better than the riches of many wicked;
For the arms of the wicked shall be broken.
But the Lord upholdelh the righteous.
The Lord knoweth the days of the upright.
And their inheritance shall be forever;
They shall not be ashamed in the evil lime.
And in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
But the wicked shall perish.
And the enemies of the Lord shall be as the fat of lambs;
They shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.
The wicked borroweth, and payelh not again;
But the righteous sheweth mercy and giveth.
For such as be blessed of him shall inherit the earth.
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The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord,
And he delightelh in his way;
Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down;
For the Lord upholdeth him with his hand.
I have been young, and now am old,
Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken,
Nor his seed begging bread.
He is ever merciful, and lendelh.
And his seed is blessed.
Depart from evil, and do good.
And dwell for evermore;
For the Lord loveth judgment,
And forsakelh not his saints;
They are preserved forever:
But the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.
The righteous shall inherit the land.
And dwell therein forever.
The mouth of the righteous speakelh wisdom,
And his tongue lalketh of judgment;
The law of his God is in his heart;
None of his steps shall slide.
The wicked walcheth the righteous,
And seeketh to slay him.
The Lord will not leave him in his hand.
Nor condemn him when he is judged.
Wait on the Lord, and keep his way.
And he shall exalt thee to inherit the land;
When the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it.
I have seen the wicked in great power,
And spreading himself like a green bay tree;
Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not;
Yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
—From the Thirty-seventh Psalm.
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XLVII. CHARACTER OF COLUMBUS,
Washington Irving, 1783-1859. Among those whose works have enriched
American literature, and have given it a place in the estimation of foreigners, no
name stands higher than that of Washington Irving, He was born in the city of
New York; his father was a native of Scotland, and his mother was English. He
had an ordinary school education, and at the age of sixteen began the study of
law. Two of his older brothers were interested in literary pursuits; and in his
youth he studied the old English authors. He was also passionately fond of books
of travel. At the age of nineteen, he began his literary career by writing for a
paper published by his brother. In 1804 be made a voyage to the south of Europe,
On his return he completed his studies in law, but never practiced his profession.
"Salmagundi," his first book (partly written by others), was published in 1807.
This was followed, two years later, by "Knickerbocker's History of New York,"
Soon after, he entered into mercantile pureuits in company with two brothers. At
the close at the war with England he sailed again for Europe, and remained
abroad seventeen years. During his absence he formed the acquaintance of the
most eminent literary men of his time, and wrote several of his works; among
them were: "The Sketch Book," "Bracebridge Hall," "Tales of a Traveler," "Life
and Voyages of Columbus," and the "Conquest of Granada." On his return he
made a journey west of the Mississippi, and gathered materials for several other
books. From 1842 to 1846 he was Minister to Spain. On his return to America he
established his residence at "Sunnyside," near Tarrylown, on the Hudson, where
he passed the last years of his life. A young lady to whom he was attached having
died in early life, Mr. Irving never married.
His works are marked by humor, just sentiment, and elegance and correctness
of expression. They were popular both at home and abroad from the first, and
their sale brought him a handsome fortune. The "Life of Washington," his last
work, was completed in the same year in which he died.
[Transcriber's Note: See "The Life of Columbus" by Sir Arthur Helps.]
Columbus was a man of great and inventive genius. The operations of
his mind were energetic, but irregular; bursting forth, at times, with that
irresistible force which characterizes intellect of such an order. His
ambition was lofty and noble, inspiring him with high thoughts and an
anxiety to distinguish himself by great achievements. He aimed at dignity
and wealth in the same elevated spirit with which he sought renown; they
were to rise from the territories he should discover, and be commensurate
in importance.
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His conduct was characterized by the grandeur of his views and the
magnanimity of his spirit. Instead of ravaging the newly-found countries,
like many of his cotemporary discoverers, who were intent only on
immediate gain, he regarded them with the eyes of a legislator; he sought
to colonize and cultivate them, to civilize the natives, to build cities,
introduce the useful arts, subject everything to the control of law, order,
and religion, and thus to found regular and prosperous empires. That he
failed in this was the fault of the dissolute rabble which it was his
misfortune to command, with whom all law was tyranny and all order
oppression.
He was naturally irascible and impetuous, and keenly sensible to injury
and injustice; yet the quickness of his temper was counteracted by the
generosity and benevolence of his heart. The magnanimity of his nature
shone forth through all the troubles of his stormy career- Though
continually outraged in his dignity, braved in his authority, foiled in his
plans, and endangered in his person by the seditions of turbulent and
worthless men, and that, loo, at times when suffering under anguish of
body and anxiety of mind enough to exasperate the most patient, yet he
restrained his valiant and indignant spirit, and brought himself to forbear,
and reason, and even to supplicate. Nor can the reader of the story of his
eventful life fail to notice how free he was from all feeling of revenge,
how ready to forgive and forget on the least sign of repentance and
atonement. He has been exalted for his skill in controlling others, but far
greater praise is due to him for the firmness he displayed in governing
himself.
His piety was genuine and fer\'ent- Religion mingled with the whole
course of his thoughts and actions, and shone forth in his most private and
unstudied writings. Whenever he made any great discovery he devoutly
returned thanks to God. The voice of prayer and the melody of praise rose
from his ships on discovering the new
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world, and his first action on landing was to prostrate himself upon the
earth and offer up thanksgiving. All his great enterprises were undertaken
in the name of the Holy Trinity, and he partook of the holy sacrament
previous to embarkation. He observed the festivals of the church in the
wildest situations. The Sabbath was to him a day of sacred rest, on which
he would never sail from a port unless in case of extreme necessity. The
religion thus deeply seated in his soul diffused a sober dignity and a
benign composure over his whole deportment; his very language was pure
and guarded, and free from all gross or irreverent expressions.
A peculiar trait in his rich and varied character remains to be noticed;
namely, that ardent and enthusiastic imagination which threw a
magnificence over his whole course of thought. A poetical temperament
is discernible throughout all his writings and in all his actions. We see it
in all his descriptions of the beauties of the wild land he was discovering,
in the enthusiasm with which he extolled the blandness of the
temperature, the purity of the atmosphere, the fragrance of the air, "full of
dew and sweetness," the verdure of the forests, the grandeur of the
mountains, and the crystal purity of the running streams. It spread a
glorious and golden world around him, and tinged everything with its
own gorgeous colors.
With all the visionary fervor of his imagination, its fondest dreams fell
short of the reality. He died in ignorance of the real grandeur of his
discovery. Until his last breath, he entertained the idea that he had merely
opened a new way to the old resorts of opulent commerce, and had
discovered some of the wild regions of the East. What visions of glory
would have broken upon his mind could he have known that he had
indeed discovered a new continent equal to the old world in magnitude,
and separated by two vast oceans from all the earth hitherto known by
civilized man! How would his magnanimous spirit have been consoled
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amid the afflictions of age and the cares of penury, the neglect of a fickle
public and the injustice of an ungrateful king, could he have anticipated
the splendid enpires which would arise in the beautiful world he had dis-
covered, and the nations, and tongues, and languages which were to fill its
land with his renown, and to revere and bless his name to the latest
posterity!
NOTE.-Chrislopher Columbus (b. 1436, d, 1506) was the son of a
wool comber of Genoa. At the age of fifteen he became a sailor, and in
his voyages visited England, Iceland, the Guinea coast, and the Greek
Isles. He was an earnest student of navigation, of cosmography, and of
books of travel; thus he thoroughly prepared himself for the great
undertaking which led to the discovery of America. He struggled against
every discouragement for almost ten years before he could persuade a
sovereign to authorize and equip his expedition.
XLVIIL "HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP."
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1809-1861, was born in London, married
the poet Robert Browning in 1846, and afterwards resided in Italy most of
the time till her death, which occurred at Florence. She was thoroughly
educated in severe and masculine studies, and began to write at a very
eary age. Her "Essay on Mind," a metaphysical and reflective poem, was
written at the age of sixteen. She wrote very rapidly, and her friend. Miss
Mitford, tells us that "Lady Geraldine's Courtship," containing ninety-
three stanzas, was composed in twelve hours! She published several other
long poems, "Aurora Leigh" being one of the most highly finished. Mrs.
Browning is regarded as one of the most able female poets of modern
times; but her writings are often obscure, and some have doubted whether
she always clearly conceived what she meant to express. She had a warm
sympathy with all forms of suffering and distress. "He Giveth his Beloved
Sleep" is one of the most beautiful of her minor poems. The thought is an
amplification of verse 2d of Psalm cxxvii.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar.
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is,
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For gift or grace, surpassing this,--
"He giveth his beloved, sleep!"
What would we give to our beloved?
The hero's heart to be unmoved.
The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep,
The patriot's voice, to leach and rouse,
The monarch's crown, to light the brows?"--
He giveth his beloved, sleep,"
What do we give to our beloved?
A little faith all undisproved,
A little dusl to overweep,
And bitter memories to make
The whole earth blasted for our sake,"--
He giveth his beloved, sleep,"
"Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say,
But have no tune to charm away
Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep.
Bui never doleful dream again
Shall break his happy slumber when
"He giveth his beloved, sleep,"
O earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delve'd gold, the wallers heap!
O slrife, O curse, thai o'er il fall!
God slrikes a silence through you all,
And "giveth his beloved, sleep."
His dews drop mutely on the hill;
His cloud above it saileth still,
Though on its slope men sow and reap.
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More softly than the dew is shed,
Or cloud is floated overhead,
"He giveth his beloved, sleep,"
Ay, men may wonder while they scan
A living, thinking, feeing man.
Confirmed in such a rest to keep;
But angels say--and through the word
I think their happy smile is heard--
"He giveth his beloved, sleep/'
For me my heart, that erst did go
Most like a tired child at a show.
That sees through tears the mummers leap,
Would now its wearied vision close.
Would childlike on his love repose
Who "giveth his beloved, sleep."
And friends, dear friends, --when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me.
And round my bier ye come to weep.
Let one most loving of you all
Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall;
'He giveth his beloved, sleep.' "
XLIX, DESCRIPTION OF A SIEGE.
"The skirls of the wood seem lined with archers, alhough only a few
are advanced from its dark shadow." "Under what banner?" asked
Ivanhoe, "Under no ensign which I can observe," answered Rebecca. "A
singular novelty," muttered the knight, "to advance to storm such a castle
without pennon or banner displayed. Seest ihou
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who they be that act as leaders?" "A knight clad in sable armor is the most
conspicuous," said the Jewess: "he alone is armed from head to heel, and
seems lo assume the direction of all around him."
"Seem there no other leaders?" exclaimed the anxious inquirer. "None
of mark and distinction that I can behold from this station," said Rebecca,
"but doubtless the other side of the castle is also assailed- They seem,
even now, preparing to advance. God of Zion protect us! What a dreadful
sight! Those who advance first bear huge shields and defenses made of
plank: the others follow, bending their bows as they come on. They raise
their bows! God of Moses, forgive the creatures thou hast made!"
Her description was here suddenly interrupted by the signal for assault,
which was given by the blast of a shrill bugle, and at once answered by a
flourish of the Norman trumpets from the battlements, which, mingled
with the deep and hollow clang of the kettledrums, retorted in notes of
defiance the challenge of the enemy. The shouts of both parties
augmented the fearful din, the assailants crying, "Saint George, for merry
England!" and the Normans answering them with loud cries of "Onward,
De Bracy! Front de Boeuf, to the rescue!"
"And I must lie here like a bedridden monk," exclaimed Ivanhoe,
"while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand
of others! Look from the window once again, kind maiden, and tell me if
they yet advance to the storm." With patient courage, strengthened by the
interval which she had employed in mental devotion, Rebecca again took
post at the lattice, sheltering herself, however, so as not to be exposed to
the arrows of the archers. "What dost thou see, Rebecca?" again
demanded the wounded knight. "Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying
so thick as lo dazzle mine eyes, and to hide the bowmen who shoot them."
"That can not endure," said Ivanhoe,
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"If they press not right on, to carry the castle by force of arms, the archery
may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the knight
in dark armor, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself; for as the
leader is, so will his followers be."
"I see him not," said Rebecca, "Foul craven!" exclaimed Ivanhoe; "does
he blench from the helm when the wind blows highest?" "He blenches
not! he blenches not!" said Rebecca; "I see him now: he leads a body of
men close under the outer barrier of the barbacan. They pull down the
piles and palisades; they hew down the barriers with axes. His high black
plume floats abroad over the throng like a raven over the field of the slain.
They have made a breach in the barriers, they rush in, they are thrust
back! Front de Boeuf heads the defenders, I see his gigantic form above
the press. They throng again to the breach, and the pass is disputed, hand
to hand, and man to man. God of Jacob! it is the meeting of two fierce
tides, the conflict of two oceans moved by adverse winds;" and she turned
her head from the window as if unable longer to endure a sight so terrible.
Speedily recovering her self-control, Rebecca again looked forth, and
almost immediately exclaimed, "Holy prophets of the law! Front de Boeuf
and the Black Knight fight hand to hand on the breach, amid the roar of
their followers, who watch the progress of the strife. Heaven strike with
the cause of the oppressed and of the captive!" She then uttered a loud
shriek, and exclaimed, "He is down! he is down!" "Who is down!" cried
Ivanhoe; "for our dear Lady's sake, tell me which has fallen!" "The Black
Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly; then instantly again shouted with
joyful eagerness--"But no! but no! the name of the Lord of Hosts be
blessed! he is on foot again, and fights as if there were twenty men's
strength in his single arm— his sword is broken--he snatches an ax from a
yeoman--he presses Front de Boeuf, blow on blow— the
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giant stoops and totters like an oak under the steel of the woodman--he
falls-he falls!" "Front de Boeuf?" exclaimed Ivanhoe. "Front de Boeuf,"
answered the Jewess; "his men rush to the rescue, headed by the haughty
Templar, --their united force compels the champion to pause— they drag
Front de Boeuf within the walls."
"The assailants have won the barriers, have they not?" said Ivanhoe.
'They have--they have--and they press the besieged hard upon the outer
wall; some plant ladders, some swarm like bees, and endeavor to ascend
upon the shoulders of each other; down go stones, beams, and trunks of
trees upon their heads, and as fast as they bear the wounded to the rear,
fresh men supply their places in the assault. Great God! hast thou given
men thine own image that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands
of their brethren!" "Think not of that," replied Ivanhoe; "this is no time
for such thoughts. Who yield? Who push their way?"
"The ladders are thrown down," replied Rebecca, shuddering; "the
soldiers lie groveling under them like crushed reptiles; the besieged have
the better." "Saint George strike for us!" said the knight; "do the false
yeomen give way?" "No," exclaimed Rebecca, "they bear themselves
right yeomanly; the Black Knight approaches the postern with his huge
ax; the thundering blows which he deals, you may hear them above all the
din and shouts of the battle; stones and beams are hailed down on the
brave champion; he regards them no more than if they were thistle down
and feathers."
"Saint John of Acre!" said Ivanhoe, raising himself joyfully on his
couch, "melhoughl there was but one man in England that might do such
a deed." "The postern gale shakes," continued Rebecca; "it crashes--it is
splintered by his powerful blows--lhey rush in--the outwork is won! O
God! they hurry the defenders from the battlements--they throw them into
the moat! O men, if ye be
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indeed men, spare them that can resist no longer!" "The bridge— the bridge
which communicates with the caslJe--have they won that pass?"
exclaimed Ivanhoe. "No," replied Rebecca; "the Templar has destroyed
the plank on which they crossed— few of the defenders escaped with him
into the castle— the shrieks and cries which you hear, tell the fate of the
others. Alas! I see that it is still more difficult to look upon victory than
upon battle."
"What do they now, maiden?" said Ivanhoe; "look forth yet again--this
is no time to faint at bloodshed." "It is over, for a time," said Rebecca;
"our friends strengthen themselves within the outwork which they have
mastered." "Our friends," said Ivanhoe, "will surely not abandon an
enterprise so gloriously begun, and so happily attained; Oh no! I will put
my faith in the good knight whose ax has rent heart of oak and bars of
iron. Singular," he again muttered to himself, "if there can be two who are
capable of such achievements. It is, --it must be Richard Coeur de Lion,"
"Seest thou nothing else. Rebecca, by which the Black Knight may be
distinguished?" "Nothing," said the Jewess, "all about him is as black as
the wing of the night raven. Nothing can I spy that can mark him further;
but having once seen him put forth his strength in battle, methinks I could
know him again among a thousand warriors. He rushes to the fray as if he
were summoned to a banquet. There is more than mere strength; it seems
as if the whole soul and spirit of the champion were given to every blow
which he deals upon his enemies. God forgive him the sin of bloodshed!
it is fearful, yet magnificent, to behold how the arm and heart of one man
can triumph over hundreds."
-Walter Scott,
NOTES, --Ivanhoe, a wounded knight, and Rebecca, a Jewess, had been
imprisoned in the castle of Reginald Front de
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Boeuf. The friends of the prisoners undertake their rescue. At the request
of Ivanhoe, who is unable to leave his couch, Rebecca takes her stand
near a window overlooking the aiproach to the castle, and details to the
knight the incidents of the contest as they take place. Front de Boeuf and
his garrison were Normans; the besiegers, Saxons.
The castles of this time (twelfth century) usually consisted of a keep, or
castle proper, surrounded at some distance by two walls, one within the
other. Each wall was encircled on its outer side by a moat, or ditch, which
was filled with water, and was crossed by means of a drawbridge. Before
the main entrance of the outer wall was an outwork called the barbacan,
which was a high wall surmounted by battlements and turrets, built to
defend the gate and drawbridge. Here, also, were placed barriers of
palisades, etc., to impede the advance of an attacking force. The postern
gate was small, and was usually some distance from the ground; it was
used for the egress of messengers during a siege;
L.MARCO BOZZARIS,
Fitz-Greene Halleck, I790--I867, was born in Guilford, Connecticut-
At the age of eighteen he entered a banking house in New York, where he
remained a long time. For many years he was bookkeeper and assistant in
business for John Jacob Astor. Nearly all his poems were written before
he was forty years old, several of them in connection with his friend
Joseph Rodman Drake. His "Young America," however, was written but a
few years before his death. Mr. Halleck's poetry is carefully finished and
musical; much of it is sportive, and some satirical. No one of his poems is
belter known than "Marco Bozzaris."
At midnight, in his guarded tent.
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent.
Should tremble at his power.
In dreams, through camp and court he bore
The trophies of a conqueror;
In dreams, his song of triumph heard;
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Then wore his monarch's signet ring;
Then pressed that monarch's throne--a king:
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing.
As Eden's garden bird.
At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,
True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.
There had the Persian's thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood.
On old Plataea's day:
And now there breathed that haunted air,
The sons of sires who conquered there.
With arms to strike, and sou! to dare.
As quick, as far as they.
An hour passed on--the Turk awoke;
That bright dream was his last:
He woke--lo hear his sentries shriek,
"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!"
He woke--to die mid flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber stroke,
And death shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band:
"Strike--till the last armed foe expires;
Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires;
God--and your native land!"
They fought--like brave men, long and well;
They piled that ground with Moslem slain;
They conquered— but Bozzaris fell.
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Bleeding at every vein.
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rang iheir proud hurrah,
And the red field was won:
Then saw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a night's repose,
Like flowers at set of sun.
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother, when she feels
For the first lime her firstborn's breath;
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke.
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake's shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm
With banquet song, and dance, and wine:
And thou art terrible--the tear.
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier.
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be,
Bozzaris! with the storied brave
Greece nurtured in her glory's lime.
Rest thee— there is no prouder grave
Even in her own proud clime.
We tell thy doom without a sigh,
For thou art Freedom's, now, and Fame's.
One of the few, the immortal names.
That were not born to die.
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NOTES. -Marco Bozzaris (b. about 1790, d, 1823) was a famous
Greek patriot. His family were Suliotes, a people inhabiting the Suli
Mountains, and bitter enemies of the Turks. Bozzaris was engaged in war
against the latter nearly all his life, and finally fell in a night attack upon
their camp near Carpenisi. This poem, a fitting tribute to his memory, has
been translated into modern Greek.
Plataea was the scene of a great victory of the Greeks over the Persians
in the year 479 B. C
Moslem--The followers of Mohammed are called Moslems,
LI. SONG OF THE GREEK BARD.
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron, 1788-1824. This gifted poet was
the son of a profligate father and of a fickle and passionate mother. He
was afflicted with lameness from his birth; and, although he succeeded to
his great-uncle's title at ten years of age, he inherited financial
embarrassment with it. These may be some of the reasons for the morbid
and wayward character of the youthful genius. It is certain that he was not
lacking in affection, nor in generosity. In his college days, at Carrbridge,
he was willful and careless of his studies. "Hours of Idleness," his first
book, appeared in 1807. It was severely treated by the "Edinburgh
Review," which called forth his "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,"
in 1809. Soon after, he went abroad for two years; and, on his return,
published the first two cantos of "Childe Harold's Pligrimage," a work
that made him suddenly famous. He married in 1815, but separated from
his wife after one year. Soured and bitter, he now left England, purposing
never to return. He spent most of the next seven years in Italy, where
most of his poems were written. The last year of his life was spent in
Greece, aiding in her struggle for liberty against the Turks. He died at
Missolonghi. As a man, Byron was impetuous, morbid and passionate. He
was undoubtedly dissipated and immoral, but perhaps to a less degree
than has sometimes been asserted. As a poet, he possessed noble powers,
and he has written much that will last; in general, however, his poetry is
not wholesome, and his fame is less than it once was.
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Where grew the arts of war and peace, --
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet.
But all, except their sun, is set.
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The Scian and the Teian muse.
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Have found the fame your shores refuse;
Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west
Than your sires' "Islands of the Blest/'
The mountains look on Marathon,
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free;
For, standing on the Persian's grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.
A king sat on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
And ships, by thousands, lay below.
And men in nations,— all were his!
He counted them at break of day,--
And when the sun set, where were they?
And where are they? And where art thou,
My country? On thy voiceless shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now,—
The heroic bosom beats no more!
And must thy lyre, so long divine.
Degenerate into hands like mine?
Must we but weep o'er days more blest?
Must we but blush? Our fathers bled.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred, grant but three.
To make a new Thermopylae!
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What! silent still and silent all?
Ah! no;--the voices of the dead
Sound like a distant torrent's fall.
And answer, "Let one living head,
But one, arise, --we come, we come!"
'Tis but the living who are dumb!
In vain— in vainl--strike other chords;
Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Scio's vine!
Hark! rising to the ignoble call,
How answers each bold Bacchanal!
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet;
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave;
Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Fill high the howl with Samian wine!
We will not think of themes like these!
It made Anacreon's song divine:
He served, but served Polycrates,
A tyrant; but our masters then
Were still, at least. Our countrymen.
The tyrant of the Chersonese
Was freedom's best and bravest friend;
That tyrant was Miltiades!
Oh that the present hour would lend
Another despot of the kind!
Such chains as his were sure to bind.
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Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Our virgins dance beneath the shade;
I see their glorious, black eyes shine;
But gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear-drop laves.
To think such breasts must suckle slaves-
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swanlike, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine,—
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
NOTES. --Sappho was a Greek poetess living on the island of Lesbos,
about 600 B, C. Delos is one of the Grecian Archipelago, and is of
volcanic origin. The ancient Greeks believed thai it rose from the sea at a
stroke from Neptune's trident, and was moored fast to the bottom by
Jupiter, It was the supposed birthplace of Phoebus, or Apollo. The island
of Chios, or Scios, is one of the places which claim to be the birthplace of
Homer. Teios, or Teos, a city in Ionia, is the birthplace of the Greek poet
Anacreon. The Islands of the Blest, mentioned in ancient poetry, were
imaginary islands in the west, where, it was believed, the favorites of the
gods were conveyed without dying.
At Marathon. (490 B. C), on the east coast, of Greece, 1 1,000 Greeks,
under the generalship of Miltiades, routed 1 10,000 Persians. The island
of Salamis lies very near the Greek coast: in the narrow channel between,
the Greek fleet almost destroyed (480 B.C.) that of Xerxes, the Persian
king, who witnessed the contest from a throne on the mountain side.
Thermopylae is a narrow mountain pass in Greece, where Leonidas, with
300 Spartans and about 1, 100 other Greeks, held the entire Persian army
in check until every Spartan, except one, was slain, Samos is one of the
Grecian Archipelago, noted for its cultivation of the vine and olive.
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A Bacchanal was a discipJe of Bacchus, the god of wine. Pyrrhus was
a Greek, and one of the greatest generals of the world. The phalanx was
an almost invincible arrangement of troops, massed in close array, with
their shields overlapping one another, and their spears projecting; this
form of military tactics was peculiar to the Greeks.
Polycrates seized the island of Samos, and made himself tyrant: he was
entrapped and crucified in 522 B. C. Chereonese is the ancient name for a
peninsula. Sunium is the name of a promontory southeast of Athens,
LIL NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS,
Charles Sprague, 1791-1875, was born in Boston, and received his
education in the public schools of that city. For sixteen years he was
engaged in mercantile pursuits, as clerk and partner. In 1820 he became
teller in a bank; and, from 1825, he filled the office of cashier of the
Globe Bank for about forty years. In 1829 be gave his most famous poem,
"Curiosity," before the Phi Beta Kappa society, in Cambridge. An active
man of business all his days, he has written but little either in prose or
poetry, but that little is excellent in quality, graceful, and pleasing.
The address from which this extract is taken, was delivered before the
citizens of Boston, July 4th, 1825.
Not many generations ago, where you now sit, encircled with all that
exalts and embellishes civilized life, the rank thistle nodded in the wind
and the wild fox dug his hole unscared. Here lived and loved another race
of beings. Beneath the same sun that rolls over your head, the Indian
hunter pursued the panting deer; gazing on the same moon that smiles for
you, the Indian lover wooed his dusky mate. Here the wigwam blaze
beamed on the tender and helpless, and the council fire glared on the wise
and daring- Now they dipped their noble limbs in your sedgy lakes, and
now they paddled the light canoe along your rocky shores. Here they
warred; the echoing whoop, the bloody grapple, the defying death song,
all were here; and when the tiger strife was over, here curled the smoke of
peace.
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Here, loo, they worshiped; and from many a dark bosom went up a
fervent prayer to the Great Spirit, He had not written his laws for them on
tables of stone, but he had traced them on the tables of their hearts. The
poor child of nature knew not the God of Revelation, but the God of the
universe he acknowledged in everything around. He beheld him in the
star that sank in beauty behind his lonely dwelling; in the sacred orb that
flamed on him from his midday throne; in the flower that snapped in the
morning breeze; in the lofty pine thai defied a thousand whirlwinds; in the
timid warbler that never left its native grove; in the fearless eagle, whose
unlired pinion was wet in clouds; in the worm that crawled at his feet; and
in his own matchless form, glowing with a spark of that light, lo whose
mysterious source he bent in humble though blind adoration.
And all this has passed away. Across the ocean came a pilgrim bark,
bearing the seeds of life and death. The former were sown for you; the
latter sprang up in the path of the simple native. Two hundred years have
changed the character of a great continent, and blotted forever from its
face a whole, peculiar people. Art has usurped the bowers of nature, and
the anointed children of education have been too powerful for the tribes
of the ignorant. Here and there a stricken few remain; but how unlike
their bold, untamable progenitors. The Indian of falcon glance and lion
bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the hero of the pathetic tale is
gone, and his degraded offspring crawls upon the soil where he walked in
majesty, to remind us how miserable is man when the foot of the
conqueror is on his neck.
As a race they have withered from the land. Their arrows are broken,
their springs are dried up, their cabins are in the dust. Their council fire
has long since gone out on the shore, and their war cry is fast fading to the
untrodden west. Slowly and sadly they climb the distant
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mountains, and read their doom in the setting sun. They are shrinking
before the mighty tide which is pressing them away; they must soon hear
the roar of the last wave which will settle over them forever. Ages hence,
the inquisitive white man, as he stands by some growing city, will ponder
on the structure of their disturbed remains, and wonder to what manner of
persons they belonged- They will live only in the songs and chronicles of
their exterminators. Let these be faithful to their rude virtues as men, and
pay due tribute to their unhappy fate as a people.
LIIL LOCHIEL'S WARNING.
Thomas Campbell, 1777-1844, was a descendant of the famous clan of
Campbells, in Kirnan, Scotland, and was born at Glasgow. At the age of
thirteen he entered the university in that city, from which he graduated
with distinction, especially as a Greek scholar; his translations of Greek
tragedy were considered without parallel in the history of the university.
During the first year after graduation, he wrote several poems of minor
importance. He then removed to Edinburgh and adopted literature as his
profession; here his "Pleasures of Hope" was published in 1799, and
achieved immediate success. He traveled extensively on the continent,
and during his absence wrote "Lochiel's Warning," "Hohenlinden," and
other minor poems. In 1809 he published "Gertrude of Wyoming;" from
1820 to 1830 he edited the "New Monthly Magazine." In 1826 he was
chosen lord rector of the University of Glasgow, to which office he was
twice reelected. He was active in founding the University of London.
During the last years of his life he produced but little of note. He died at
Boulogne, in France, During most of his life he was in straitened
pecuniary circumstances, and ill-health and family afflictions cast a
melancholy over his later years. His poems were written with much care,
and are uniformly smooth and musical.
Seer, Lochiel! Lochiel! beware of the day
When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!
For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight.
And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight.
They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown;
Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down!
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Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain.
And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war,
What steed to the desert flies frantic and far?
'T is thine, O GlenuHin! whose bride shall await
Like a love-lighted watch fire all night at the gate.
A steed comes at morning, --no rider is there.
But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Weep, Albin! to death and captivity led!
Oh, weep! but thy tears can not number the dead:
For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave,--
CuUoden! that reeks with the blood of the brave.
Loch. Go preach to the coward, thou death-telling seerl
Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear.
Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight.
This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright.
Seer, Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn?
Proud bird of the mountain thy plume shall be torn!
Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth
From his home in the dark-roiling clouds of the north?
Lo! the death shot of foemen oulspeeding, he rode
Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;
But down let him stoop from his havoc on high!
Ah! home let him speed, for the spoiler is nigh.
Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast
Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast?
T is the fire shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven
From his eyrie that beacons the darkness of heaven,
O crested Lochiel! the peerless in might.
Whose banners arise on the battlements' height.
Heaven's fire is around thee, lo blast and to burn;
Return to thy dwelling! all lonely return!
For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood.
And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
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Loch. False wizard, avaunt! I have marshaled my clan,
Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one!
They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,
And like reapers descend lo the harvest of death.
Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock!
Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!
But woe lo his kindred, and woe lo his cause.
When Albin her claymore indignantly draws;
When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd,
Clanronald the dauntless, and Moray the proud,
All plaided and plumed in their tartan array--
Seei\ --Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day!
For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal.
But man can not cover what God would reveal:
T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before-
I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring
With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king.
Lo! anointed by heaven with the vials of wrath.
Behold where he flies on his desolate path!
Now, in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight:
Rise, rise! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
Tis finished- Their thunders are hushed on the moors;
Culloden is lost, and my country deplores.
Bul where is the ironbound prisoner? Where?
For the red eye of battle is shut in despair.
Say, mounts he the ocean wave, banished, forlorn,
Like a limb from his country, cast bleeding and torn?
Ah no! for a darker departure is near;
The war drum is muffled, and black is the bier;
His death bell is toiling; O mercy, dispel
Yon sight that it freezes my spirit to tell!
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Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs,
And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims.
Accursed be the fagots thai blaze at his feet,
Where his heart shall be thrown ere it ceases to beat,
With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale--
Loch. Down, soolhless insulter! I trust not the tale:
For never shall Albin a destiny meet
So black with dishonor, so foul with retreat.
Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore,
Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore,
Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains.
While the kindling of life in his bosom remains.
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe!
And leaving in battle no blot on his name.
Look proudly to heaven from the deathbed of fame.
NOTES. --Lochiel was a brave and influential Highland chieftain. He
espoused the cause of Charles Stuart, called the Pretender, who claimed
the British throne. In the preceding piece, he is supposed to be marching
with the warriors of his clan to join Charles's army. On his way he is met
by a Seer, who having, according to the popular superstition, the gift of
second-sight, or prophecy, forewarns him of the disastrous event of the
enterprise, and exhorts him to return home and avoid the destruction
which certainly awaits him, and which afterward fell upon him at the
battle of Culloden, in 1746. In this battle the Highlanders were
commanded by Charles in person, and the English by the Duke of
Cumberland. The Highlanders wore completely routed, and the
Pretender's rebellion brought to a close. He himself shortly afterward
made a narrow escape by water from the west of Scotland; hence the
reference to the fugitive king.
Albin is the poetic name of Scotland, more particularly the Highlands .
The ironbound prisoner refers to Lochiel.
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LIV, ON HAPPINESS OF TEMPER.
Oliver Goldsmith. 1728-1774. This eccentric son of genius was an
Irishman; his father was a poor curate. Goldsmith received his education
at several preparatory schools, at Trinity College, Dublin, at Edinburgh,
and at Leyden. He was indolent and unruly as a student, often in disgrace
with his teachers; but his generosity, recklessness, and love of athletic
sports made him a favorite with his fellow-students. He spent some time
in wandering over the continent, often in poverty and want. In 1756 he
returned to England, and soon took up his abode in London. Here he
made the acquaintance and friendship of several notable men, among
whom were Johnson and Sir Joshua Reynolds. "The Traveler" was
published in 1764, and was soon followed by the "Vicar of Wakefield/'
He wrote in nearly all departments of literature, and always with purity,
grace, and fluency. His fame as a poet is secured by the "Traveler" and
the "Deserted Village;" as a dramatist, by "She Stoops to Conquer;" as a
satirist, by the "Citizen of the World;" and as a novelist by the "Vicar of
Wakefield." In his later years his writings were the source of a large
income, but his gambling, careless generosity, and reckless extravagance
always kept him in financial difficulty, and he died heavily in debt. His
monument is in Westminster Abbey.
Writers of every age have endeavored to show that pleasure is in us, and
not in the objects offered for our amusement- If the soul be happily
disposed, everything becomes capable of affording entertainment, and
distress will almost want a name. Every occurrence passes in review, like
the figures of a procession; some may be awkward, others ill-dressed, but
none but a fool is on that account enraged with the master of ceremonies.
I remember to have once seen a slave, in a fortification in Flanders, who
appeared no way touched with his situation. He was maimed, deformed,
and chained; obliged to toil from the appearance of day till nightfall, and
condemned to this for life; yet, with all these circumstances of apparent
wretchedness, he sang, would have danced, but that he wanted a leg, and
appeared the merriest, happiest man of all the garrison. What a practical
philosopher was here! A happy constitution supplied philosophy, and
though seemingly destitute of wisdom he was really wise. No reading or
study had contributed to disenchant the
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fairyland around him. Everything furnished him with an opportunity of
mirth; and though some thought him, from his insensibility, a fool, he was
such an idiot as philosophers should wish to imitate.
They who, like that slave, can place themselves all that side of the
world in which everything appears in a pleasant light, will find something
in every occurrence to excite their good humor. The most calamitous
events, either to themselves or others, can bring no new affliction; the
world is to them a theater, in which only comedies are acted. All the
bustle of heroism, or the aspirations of ambition, seem only to heighten
the absurdity of the scene, and make the humor more poignant. They feel,
in short, as little anguish at their own distress, or the complaints of others,
as the undertaker, though dressed in black, feels sorrow at a funeral.
Of all the men 1 ever read of, the famous Cardinal de Retz possessed
this happiness in the highest degree. When fortune wore her angriest look,
and he fell into the power of Cardinal Mazarin, his most deadly enemy,
(being confined a close prisoner in the castle of Valenciennes,) he never
attempted to support his distress by wisdom or philosophy, for he
pretended to neither. He only laughed at himself and his persecutor, and
seemed infinitely pleased at his new situation. In this mansion of distress,
though denied all amusements, and even the conveniences of life, and
entirely cut off from all intercourse with his friends, he still retained his
good humor, laughed at the little spite of his enemies, and carried the jest
so far as to write the life of his jailer.
All that the wisdom of the proud can leach, is to be stubborn or sullen
under misfortunes. The Cardinal's example will leach us to be good-
humored in circumstances of the highest affliction. It matters not whether
our good humor be construed by others into insensibility or idiotism,--it is
happiness to ourselves; and none but a fool
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could measure his satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
The happiest fellow I ever knew, was of the number of those good-
natured creatures thai are said to do no harm to anybody but themselves.
Whenever he fell into any misery, he called it "seeing life," If his head
was broken by a chairman, or his pocket picked by a sharper, he
comforted himself by imitating the Hibernian dialect of the one, or the
more fashionable cant of the other. Nothing came amiss to him. His
inattention to money matters had concerned his father to such a degree
that all intercession of friends was fruitless. The old gentleman was on his
deathbed. The whole family {and Dick among the number) gathered
around him.
"I leave my second son, Andrew," said the expiring miser, "my whole
estate, and desire him to be frugal." Andrew, in a sorrowful lone (as is
usual on such occasions), prayed heaven to prolong his life and health to
enjoy it himself- "I recommend Simon, my third son, to the care of his
elder brother, and leave him, besides, four thousand pounds." "Ah,
father!" cried Simon (in great affliction, to be sure), "may heaven give
you life and health to enjoy it yourself!" At last, turning to poor Dick: "As
for you, you have always been a sad dog; you'll never come to good;
you'll never be rich; I leave you a shilling to buy a halter," "Ah, father!"
cries Dick, without any emotion, "may heaven give you life and health to
enjoy it yourself!"
NOTES. -Cardinal de Relz, Jean Francois Paul de Gondi (b. 1614, d.
1679), was leader of the revolt against Jules Mazarin (b, 1602, d- 1661),
the prime minister of France during the minority of Louis XIV. This led
to a war which lasted four or five years. After peace had been concluded,
and Louis XIV. established on the throne, Mazarin was reinstated in
power, and Cardinal de Retz was imprisoned.
Flanders, formerly part of the Netherlands, is now included in
Belgium, Hoiiand and France.
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LV. THE FORTUNE TELLER,
Henry Mackenzie, 1745-1831, was born in Edinburgh, educated at the
university there, and died in the same city. He was an attorney by
profession, and was the associate of many famous literary men residing at
that time in Edinburgh. His fame as a writer rests chiefly on two novels,
"The Man of Feeling" and "The Man of the World;" both were published
before the author was forty years old.
Harley sat down on a large stone by the wayside, to take a pebble from
his shoe, when he saw, at some distance, a beggar approaching him. He
had on a loose sort of coal, mended with different-colored rags, among
which the blue and russet were predominant. He had a short, knotty stick
in his hand, and on the top of it was stuck a ram's horn; he wore no shoes,
and his stockings had entirely lost that part of them which would have
covered his feet and ankles; in his face, however, was the plump
appearance of good humor; he walked a good, round pace, and a crook-
legged dog trotted at his heels.
"Our delicacies," said Harley to himself, "are fantastic; they are not in
nature! That beggar walks over the sharpest of these stones barefooted,
whilst I have lost the most delightful dream in the world from the smallest
of them happening to get into my shoe." The beggar had by this time
come up, and, pulling off a piece of a hat, asked charity of Harley. The
dog began to beg, too. It was impossible to resist both; and, in truth, the
want of shoes and stockings had made both unnecessary, for Harley had
destined sixpence for him before.
The beggar, on receiving it, poured forth blessings without number;
and, with a sort of smile on his countenance, said to Harley that if he
wanted to have his fortune told--Harley turned his eye briskly upon the
beggar; it was an unpromising look for the subject of a prediction, and
silenced the prophet immediately. "I would much rather learn" said
Harley, "what it is in your power to
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tell me. Your trade must be an entertaining one; sil down on this stone,
and let me know something of your profession; I have often thought of
turning fortune teller for a week or two, myself."
"Master," replied the beggar, "I like your frankness much, for I had the
humor of plain dealing in me from a child; but there is no doing with it in
this world, --we must do as we can; and lying is, as you call it, my
profession. Bui 1 was in some sort forced to the trade, for I once dealt in
telling the truth. 1 was a laborer, sir, and gained as much as to make me
live- i never laid by, indeed, for I was reckoned a piece of a wag, and your
wags, I take it, are seldom rich, Mr. Harley." "So," said Harley, "you
seem to know me." "Ay, there are few folks in the country that I do n't
know something of. How should I tell fortunes else?" "True, --but go on
with your story; you were a laborer, you say, and a wag; your industry, I
suppose, you left with your old trade; but your humor you preserved to be
of use to you in your new."
"What signifies sadness, sir? A man grows lean on 't. But I was
brought to my idleness by degrees; sickness first disabled me, and it went
against my stomach to work, ever after. But, in truth, I was for a long time
so weak that I spit blood whenever I attempted to work. I had no relation
living, and I never kept a friend above a week when I was able to joke-
Thus I was forced to beg my bread, and a sorry trade I have found it, Mr.
Harley. I told all my misfortunes truly, but they were seldom believed;
and the few who gave me a half-penny as they passed, did it with a shake
of the head, and an injunction not to trouble them with a long story. In
short, 1 found that people do n't care to give alms without some security
for their money, --such as a wooden leg, or a withered arm, for example.
So I changed my plan, and instead of telling my own misfortunes, began
to prophesy happiness to others.
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"This I found by much the better way. Folks will always listen when the
tale is their own, and of many who say they do not believe in fortune
telling, I have known few on whom it had not a very sensible effect- I
pick up the names of their acquaintance; amours and little squabbles are
easily gleaned from among servants and neighbors; and, indeed, people
themselves are the best intelligencers in the world for our purpose. They
dare not puzzle us for their own sakes, for everyone is anxious to hear
what he wishes to believe; and ihey who repeat it, to laugh at it when they
have done, are generally more serious than their hearers are apt to
imagine. With a tolerably good memory, and some share of cunning, I
succeed reasonably well as a fortune teller. With this, and showing the
tricks of that dog, I make shift to pick up a livelihood.
"My trade is none of the most honest, yet people are not much cheated
after all, who give a few half-pence for a prospect of happiness, which 1
have heard some persons say, is all a man can arrive at in this world. But I
must bid you good day, sir; for I have three miles to walk before noon, to
inform some boarding-school young ladies whether their husbands are to
be peers of the realm or captains in the army; a question which I promised
to answer them by that time."
Harley had drawn a shilling from his pocket; but Virtue bade him to
consider on whom he was going to bestow it. Virtue held back his arm;
but a milder form, a younger sister of Virtue's, not so severe as Virtue, nor
so serious as Pity, smiled upon him; his fingers lost their compression;
nor did Virtue appear to catch the money as it fell. It had no sooner
reached the ground than the watchful cur (a trick he had been taught)
snapped it up; and, contrary to the most approved method of stewardship,
delivered it immediately into the hands of his master.
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LVL RIENZrS ADDRESS TO THE ROMANS.
Mary Russell Mitford, 1786-1855. She was the daughter of a
physician, and was born in Hampshire, England. At twenty years of age,
she published three volumes of poems; and soon after entered upon
literature as a lifelong occupation. She wrote tales, sketches, poems, and
dramas. "Our Village" is the best known of her prose works; the book
describes the daily life of a rural people, is simple but finished in style,
and is marked by mingled humor and pathos. Her most noted drama is
"Rienzi." Miss Mitford passed the last forty years of her life in a little
cottage in Berkshire, among a simple, country people, to whom she was
greatly endeared by her kindness and social virtues.
I come not here to talk. You know too well
The story of our thraldom. We are slaves!
The bright sun rises to his course, and lights
A race of slaves! He sets, and his last beams
Fall on a slave; not such as, swept along
By the full tide of power, the conqueror led
To crimson glory and undying fame;
But base, ignoble slaves; slaves to a horde
Of petty tyrants, feudal despots, lords.
Rich in some dozen paltry villages;
Strong in some hundred spearmen; only great
In that strange spell, --a name.
Each hour, dark fraud.
Or open rapine, or protected murder.
Cries out against them. But this very day.
An honest man, my neighbor,--there he stands,--
Was struck--struck like a dog, by one who wore
The badge of Ursini; because, forsooth,
He tossed not high his ready cap in air.
Nor lifted up his voice in servile shouts.
At sight of that great ruffian! Be we men.
And suffer such dishonor? men, and wash not
The stain away in blood? Such shames are common,
I have known deeper wrongs; I that speak to ye.
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I had a brother once--a gracious boy.
Full of all gentleness, of calmest hope.
Of sweet and quiel joy,— there was the look
Of heaven upon his face, which limners give
To the beloved disciple.
How 1 loved
That gracious boy! Younger by fifteen years.
Brother at once, and son! He left my side,
A summer bloom on his fair cheek; a smile
Parting his innocent lips. In one short hour.
That pretty, harmless boy was slain! I saw
The corse, the mangled corse, and then I cried
For vengeance! Rouse, ye Romans! rouse, ye slaves!
Have ye brave sons? Look in the next fierce brawl
To see them die. Have ye fair daughters? Look
To see ihem live, lorn from your arms, dislained.
Dishonored; and if ye dare call for justice.
Be answered by the lash.
Yet this is Rome,
That sat on her seven hills, and from her throne
Of beauty ruled the world! and we are Romans.
Why, in that elder day, to be a Roman
Was greater than a king!
And once again, --
Hear me, ye walls that echoed lo the tread
Of either Brutus! Once again, 1 swear,
The eternal city shall be free.
NOTES. -Rienzi (b. about 1312, d. 1354) was the last of the Roman
tribunes. In 1347 he led a successful revolt against the nobles, who by
their contentions kept Rome in constant turmoil. He then assumed the title
of tribune, but, after indulging in a life of reckless extravagance and pomp
for a few
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months, he was compelled to abdicate, and fly for his life. In 1354 he was
reinstated in power, but his tyranny caused his assassination the same
year.
The Ursini wore one of the noble families of Rome.
This lesson is especially adapted for drill on inflection, enphasis, and
modulation.
LVIl. CHARACTER OF THE PURITAN FATHERS OF NEW
ENGLAND.
One of the most prominent features which distinguished our forefathers,
was their determined resistance to oppression. They seemed born and
brought up for the high and special purpose of showing to the world that
the civil and religious rights of man--the rights of self-government, of
conscience, and independent thought--are not merely things to be talked
of and woven into theories, but to be adopted with the whole strength and
ardor of the mind, and fell in the profoundest recesses of the heart, and
carried out into the general life, and made the foundation of practical
usefulness, and visible beauty, and true nobility.
Liberty, with them, was an object of too serious desire and stern resolve
to be personified, allegorized, and enshrined. They made no goddess of it,
as the ancients did; they had no time nor inclination for such trifling; they
felt that liberty was the simple birthright of every human creature; they
called it so; they claimed it as such; they reverenced and held it fast as the
unalienable gift of the Creator, which was not to be surrendered to power,
nor sold for wages.
It was theirs, as men; without it, they did not esteem themselves men;
more than any other privilege or possession, it was essential to their
happiness, for it was essential to their original nature; and therefore they
preferred it above wealth, and ease, and country; and, that they might
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enjoy and exercise il fully, they forsook houses, and lands, and kindred,
their homes, their native soil, and their fathers' graves-
They left all these; they left England, which, whatever it might have
been called, was not to them a land of freedom; they launched forth on the
pathless ocean, the wide, fathomless ocean, soiled not by the earth
beneath, and bounded, all round and above, only by heaven; and it
seemed to them like that belter and sublimer freedom, which their country
knew not, but of which they had the conception and image in their hearts;
and, after a toilsome and painful voyage, they came to a hard and wintry
coast, unfruitful and desolate, but unguarded and boundless; its calm
silence interrupted not the ascent of their prayers; it had no eyes to watch,
no ears to hearken, no tongues to report of them; here, again, there was an
answer to their soul's desire, and they were satisfied, and gave thanks;
they saw that they were free, and the desert smiled.
I am telling an old tale; but it is one which must be told when we speak
of those men. It is to be added, that they transmitted their principles to
their children, and that, peopled by such a race, our country was always
free. So long as its inhabitants were unmolested by the mother country in
the exercise of their important rights, they submitted to the form of
English government; but when those rights were invaded, they spurned
even the form away.
This act was the Revolution, which came of course and spontaneously,
and had nothing in it of the wonderful or unforeseen. The wonder would
have been if it had not occurred. It was, indeed, a happy and glorious
event, but by no means unnatural; and I intend no slight to the revered
actors in the Revolution when I assert that their fathers before them were
as free as lhey--every whit as free.
The principles of the Revolution were not the suddenly acquired
property of a few bosoms: they were abroad in
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the land in the ages before; they had always been taught, like the truths of
the Bible; they had descended from father to son, down from those
primitive days, when the Pilgrim, established in his simple dwelling, and
seated at his blazing fire, piled high from the forest which shaded his
door, repeated to his listening children the story of his wrongs and his
resistance, and bade them rejoice, though the wild winds and the wild
beasts were howling without, that they had nothing to fear from great
men's oppression.
Here are the beginnings of the Revolution. Every settler's hearth was a
school of independence; the scholars were apt, and the lessons sunk
deeply; and thus it came that our country was always free; it could not be
other than free.
As deeply seated as was the principle of liberty and resistance to
arbitrary power in the breasts of the Puritans, it was not more so than their
piety and sense of religious obligation. They were emphatically a people
whose God was the Lord. Their form of government was as strictly
theocratical, if direct communication be excepted, as was that of the Jews;
insomuch that it would be difficult to say where there was any civil
authority among them entirely distinct from ecclesiastical jurisdiction.
Whenever a few of them settled a town, they immediately gathered
themselves into a church; and their elders were magistrates, and their
code of laws was the Pentateuch. These were forms, it is true, but forms
which faithfully indicated principles and feelings; for no people could
have adopted such forms, who were not thoroughly imbued with the
spirit, and bent on the practice, of religion.
God was their King; and they regarded him as truly and literally so, as if
he had dwelt in a visible palace in the midst of their state. They were his
devoted, resolute, humble subjects; they undertook nothing which they
did not beg of him to prosper; they accomplished nothing without
rendering to him the praise; they suffered nothing
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without carrying their sorrows to his throne; they ate nothing which they
did not implore him to bless-
Their piely was not merely external; it was sincere; it had the proof of a
good tree in bearing good fruit; it produced and sustained a strict
morality. Their tenacious purity of manners and speech obtained for them,
in the mother country, their name of Puritans, which, though given in
derision, was as honorable an appellation as was ever bestowed by man
on man.
That there were hypocrites among them, is not to be doubted; but they
were rare. The men who voluntarily exiled themselves to an unknown
coast, and endured there every toil and hardship for conscience' sake, and
that they might serve God in their own manner, were not likely to set
conscience at defiance, and make the service of God a mockery; they
were not likely to be, neither were they, hypocrites. I do not know that it
would be arrogating too much for them to say, that, on the extended
surface of the globe, there was not a single community of men to be
compared with them, in the respects of deep religious impressions and an
exact performance of moral duty.
F. W. P, Greenwood.
NOTE. --The Pentateuch is the first five books of the Old Testament.
The word is derived from two Greek words, (pente), five, and (tenchos),
book.
LVIIL LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Felicia Dorothea Hemans, 1794-1835, was born in Liverpool, Her
father, whose name was Browne, was an Irish merchant. She spent her
childhood in Wales, began to write poetry at a very early age, and was
married when about eighteen to Captain Hemans, By this marriage, she
became the mother of five sons; but, owing to differences of taste and
disposition, her husband left her at the end of six years; and by mutual
agreement they never again lived together. Mrs. Hemans now made
literature a profession, and wrote much and well. In 1826 Prof. Andrews
Norton brought out an edition of her poems in America, where they
became popular, and have remained so.
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Mrs. Hemans's poetry is smooth and graceful, frequently tinged with a
shade of melancholy, but never despairing, cynical, or misanthropic. It
never deals with the highest themes, nor rises to sublimity, but its
influence is calculated to make the reader truer, nobler, and purer.
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast.
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark.
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes.
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums.
And the trumpet that sings of fame.
Not as the flying come.
In silence, and in fear;—
They shook the depths of the desert gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Amidst the storm they sang.
And the stars heard, and the sea;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free!
The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave's foam;
And the rocking pines of the forest roared,—
This was their welcome home.
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There were men with hoary hair
Amidst that pilgrim band:
Why had they come to wither there,
Away from their childhood's land?
There was woman's fearless eye.
Lit by her deep love's truth;
There was manhood's brow, serenely high,
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod:
They have left unstained what there they found,--
Freedom to worship God.
NOTE, -The Pilgrim Fathers landed at Plymouth, Mass, Dec. 1 1th
(Old Style), 1620, The rock on which they first stepped, is in Water Street
of the village, and is covered by a handsome granite canopy, surmounted
by a colossal statue of Faith.
LIX. NECESSITY OF EDUCATION,
We must educate! We must educate! or we must perish by our own
prosperity. If we do not, short will be our race from the cradle to the
grave. If, in our haste to be rich and mighty, we outrun our literary and
religious institutions, they will never overtake us; or only come up after
the battle of liberty is fought and lost, as spoils to
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grace the victory, and as resources of inexorable despotism for the
perpetuity of our bondage.
But what will become of the West if her prosperity rushes up to such a
majesty of power, while those great institutions linger which are
necessary to form the mind, and the conscience, and the heart of the vast
world? It must not be permitted. And yet what is done must be done
quickly; for population will not wait, and commerce will not cast anchor,
and manufactures will not shut off the steam, nor shut down the gate, and
agriculture, pushed by millions of freemen on their fertile soil, will not
withhold her corrupting abundance.
And let no man at the East quiet himself, and dream of liberty, whatever
may become of the West, Our alliance of blood, and political institutions,
and common interests, is such, that we can not stand aloof in the hour of
her calamity, should it ever come. Her destiny is our destiny; and the day
that her gallant ship goes down, our little boat sinks in the vortex!
The great experiment is now making, and from its extent and rapid
filling up, is making in the West, whether the perpetuity of our republican
institutions can be reconciled with universal suffrage. Without the
education of the head and heart of the nation, they can not be; and the
question to be decided is, can the nation, or the vast balance power of it,
be so imbued with intelligence and virtue as to bring out, in laws and their
administration, a perpetual self-preserving energy. We know that the
work is a vast one, and of great difficulty; and yet we believe it can be
done.
I am aware that our ablest patriots are looking out on the deep, vexed
with storms, with great forebodings and failings of heart, for fear of the
things that are coming upon us; and I perceive a spirit of impatience
rising, and distrust in respect to the perpetuity of our republic; and I am
sure that these fears are well founded, and am glad
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that they exist. It is the star of hope in our dark horizon. Fear is what we
need, as the ship needs wind on a rocking sea, after a storm, to prevent
foundering. But when our fear and our efforts shall correspond with our
danger, the danger is past.
For it is not the impossibility of self-preservation which threatens us;
nor is it the unwillingness of the nation to pay the price of the
preservation, as she has paid the price of the purchase of our liberties. It is
inattention and inconsideration, protracted till the crisis is past, and the
things which belong to our peace are hid from our eyes. And blessed be
God, that the tokens of a national waking up, the harbinger of God's
mercy, are multiplying upon us!
We did not, in the darkest hour, believe that God had brought our
fathers to this goodly land to lay the foundation of religious liberty, and
wrought such wonders in their preservation, and raised their descendants
to such heights of civil and religious liberty, only to reverse the analogy
of his providence, and abandon his work.
And though there now be clouds, and the sea roaring, and men's hearts
failing, we believe there is light behind the cloud, and that the imminence
of our danger is intended, under the guidance of Heaven, to call forth and
apply a holy, fraternal fellowship between the East and the West, which
shall secure our preservation, and make the prosperity of our nation
durable as time, and as abundant as the waves of the sea.
I would add, as a motive to immediate action, that if we do fail in our
great experiment of self-government, our destruction will be as signal as
the birthright abandoned, the mercies abused, and the provocation offered
to beneficent Heaven, The descent of desolation will correspond with the
past elevation.
No punishments of Heaven are so severe as those for mercies abused;
and no instrumentality employed in their
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infliction is so dreadful as the wrath of man. No spasms are like the
spasms of expiring liberty, and no wailing such as her convulsions extort.
It took Rome three hundred years to die; and our death, if we perish,
will be as much more terrific as our intelligence and free institutions have
given us more bone, sinew, and vitality. May God hide from me the day
when the dying agonies of my country shall begin! O thou beloved land,
bound together by the ties of brotherhood, and common interest, and
perils! live forever--one and undivided!
--Lyman Beecher.
LX. RIDING ON A SNOWPLOW,
Benjamin Franklin Taylor, 1822-1887, was born at Lowville, New
York, and graduated at Madison University, of which his father was
president. Here he remained as resident graduate for about five years. His
"Attractions of Language" was published in 1 845, For many years Mr.
Taylor was literary editor of the "Chicago Journal." He wrote
considerably for the magazines, and was the author of many well-known
fugitive pieces, both in prose and verse. He also published several books,
of which "January and June," "Pictures in Camp and Field," "The World
on Wheels," "Old-time Pictures and Sheaves of Rhyme," "Between the
Gates," and "Songs of Yesterday," are the best known. In his later years,
Mr- Taylor achieved some reputation as a lecturer. His writings are
marked by an exuberant fancy.
Did you ever ride on a snowplow? Not the pel and pony of a thing that
is attached to the front of an engine, sometimes, like a pilot; but a great
two-storied monster of strong timbers, that runs upon wheels of its own,
and that boys run after and stare at as they would after and at an elephant.
You are snow-bound at Buffalo. The Lake Shore Line is piled with drifts
like a surf. Two passenger trains have been half-buried for twelve hours
somewhere in snowy Chautauqua. The storm howls like a congregation of
Arctic bears. But the superintendent at Buffalo is determined to release
his castaways, and clear the road to
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Erie. He permits you lo be a passenger on the great snowplow; and there
it is, all ready to drive. Harnessed behind it, is a tandem team of three
engines. It does not occur to you that you are going lo ride on a steam
drill, and so you get aboard.
It is a spacious and timbered room, with one large bull's eye window, --
an overgrown lens. The thing is a sort of Cyclops. There are ropes, and
chains, and a windlass. There is a bell by which the engineer of the first
engine can signal the plowman, and a cord whereby the plowman can talk
back- There are two sweeps, or arms, worked by machinery, on the sides.
You ask their use, and the superintendent replies, "When, in a violent
shock, there is danger of the monster's upsetting, an arm is put out, on one
side or the other, to keep the thing from turning a complete somersault."
You gel one idea, and an inkling of another. So you take out your
Accident Policy for three thousand dollars, and examine it. It never
mentions battles, nor duels, nor snowplows. It names "public
conveyances." Is a snowplow a public conveyance? You are inclined to
think it is neither that nor any other kind that you should trust yourself to,
but it is too late for consideration.
You roll out of Buffalo in the teeth of the wind, and the world is turned
to snow. All goes merrily. The machine strikes little drifts, and they
scurry away in a cloud. The three engines breathe easily; but by and by
the earth seems broken into great billows of dazzling white. The sun
comes out of a cloud, and touches it up till it out-silvers Potosi. Houses lie
in the trough of the sea everywhere, and it requires little imagination to
think they are pitching and tossing before your eyes. A great breaker rises
right in the way. The monster, with you in it, works its way up and feels
of it. It is packed like a ledge of marble. Three whistles! The machine
backs away and keeps backing, as a gymnast runs astern lo get sea room
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and momenlum for a big jump; as a giant swings aloft a heavy sledge, that
it may come down with a heavy blow.
One whistle! You have come to a halt. Three pairs of whistles one after
the other! and then, putting on all steam, you make for the drift. The
superintendent locks the door, you do not quite understand why, and in a
second the battle begins. The machine rocks and creaks in all itsjoints.
There comes a tremendous shock. The cabin is as dark as midnight. The
clouds of flying snow put out the day. The labored breathing of the
locomotives behind you, the clouds of smoke and steam that wrap you up
as in a mantle, the noonday eclipse of the sun, the surging of the ship, the
rattling of chains, the creak of timbers as if the craft were aground and the
sea getting out of its bed to whelm you altogether, the doubt as to what
will come, --all combine to make a scene of strange excitement for a
landlubber.
You have made some impression on the breaker, and again the machine
backs for a fair start, and then another plunge, and shock, and twilight.
And so, from deep cut to deep cut, as if the season had packed all his
winter clothes upon the track, until the stalled trains are reached and
passed; and then, with alternate storm and calm, and halt and shock, till
the way is cleared to Erie.
It is Sunday afternoon, and Erie--"Mad Anthony Wayne's" old
headquarlers--has donned its Sunday clothes, and turned out by hundreds
to see the great plow come in, --its first voyage over the line. The
locomotives set up a crazy scream, and you draw slowly into the depot.
The door opened at last, you clamber down, and gaze up at the uneasy
house in which you have been living. It looks as if an avalanche had
tumbled down upon it, --white as an Alpine shoulder. Your first thought is
gratitude that you have made a landing alive. Your second, a resolution
that, if again you ride a hammer, it will not be when three engines have
hold of the handle!
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NOTES. --Chautauqua is the most western county in the state of New
York; it borders on Lake Erie.
The Cyclops are described in Grecian mythology as giants having only
one eye, which was circular, and placed in the middle of the forehead.
Cerro de Potosi is a mountain in Bolivia, South America, celebrated for
its mineral wealth. More than five thousand mines have been opened in it;
the product is chiefly silver,
"Mad Anthony Wayne " (b. 1745, d. 1796), so called from his bravery
and apparent recklessness, was a famous American officer during the
Revolution. In 1794 be conducted a successful campaign against the
Indians of the Northwest, making his headquarters at Erie, Pa.
LXL THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
BriL You wronged yourself to write in such a case,
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offense should bear his comment.
BriL Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
Cas. I an itching palm!
You know that you are Brutus that speak this.
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
BriL The name of Cassius honors this corruption.
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cas. Chastisement!
BriL Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
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What villain touched his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What! shall one of us.
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be graspe'd thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Cas. Brutus, bay not me;
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
BriL Go to; you are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
BriL I say you are not.
Cas, Urge me no more, I shall forget myself:
Have mind upon your health; tempt me no further.
BriL Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?
BriL Hear me, for I will speak.
Musi I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall 1 be frighted when a madman stares?
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?
BriL All this! Ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are.
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor? By the gods.
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
Gas. Is it come to this?
BriL You say you are a better soldier;
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Let it appear so; make your vaunting true.
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say "better"?
Bru, If you did, I care not.
Cas, When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
Bru, Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not?
BriL No.
Cas. What! durst not tempt him?
BriL For your life, you durst not,
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
BriL You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;--
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven! 1 had rather coin my heart.
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection.--! did send
To you for gold to pay my legions.
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous.
To lock such rascal counters from his friends.
Be ready, gods, with an your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!
Cas, I denied you not.
Brii, You did.
Cas. 1 did not: he was but a fool that brought
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My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
BriL I do not, till you practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
BriL I do not like your faults.
Cas, A friendly eye could never see such faults.
BriL A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come.
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed.
Set in a notebook, learned, and conned by rate,
To cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger.
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth:
1, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know.
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him belter
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
BriL Sheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the fiint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark.
And straight is cold again.
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him?
BriL When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered, too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
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BriL And my heart, too,
Cas. O Brutus!
BriL What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humor which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BriL Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
When you are over earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Shakespeare, --Julius Caesar, Act iv, Scene UL
NOTES. --Ides {pro, idz) was a term used in the Roman cafendar. It fell
on the fifteenth day of March, May, July, and October, and on the
thirteenth of other months. On the ides of March, 44 B. C, Julius Caesar
was murdered by Brutus, Cassius, and other conspirators. The populace
were aroused to indignation, and the conspirators were compelled to fly.
Indirection; i. e., dishonest means,
Antony and Octavius, who, with Lepidus, formed the triumvirate now
governing Rome, were at this time marching against the forces of Brutus
and Cassius-
Plutus, in ancient mythology, the god of wealth.
LXIL THE QUACK.
John Tobin, 1770-1804, a solicitor, was born at Salisbury, England,
and died on shipboard near Cork. He wrote several comedies, the most
popular being "The Honeymoon," from which this extract is taken; it was
published in 1805.
SCENE- r/7^//i/2. Enter \lO'S>T^SS followed by LAMPEDO,
a Quack Doctor.
Host. Nay, nay; another fortnight.
Lamp, It can't be.
The man's as well as I am: have some mercy!
He hath been here almost three weeks already.
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Host. Well, then, a week.
Lamp. We may detain him a week. (Enter BALTHAZAR, the patient,
from behind, in his nightgown, with a drawn sword.)
You talk now like a reasonable hostess.
That sometimes has a reckoning with her conscience.
Host. He still believes he has an inward bruise-
Lam/?, I would to heaven he had! or that he'd slipped
His shoulder blade, or broke a leg or two,
(Not that I bear his person any malice,)
Or luxed an arm, or even sprained his ankle!
Host. Ay, broken anything except his neck.
Lamp. However, for a week I'H manage him.
Though he had the constitution of a horse--
A farrier should prescribe for him.
Bahh. A farrier! (Aside. )
Lamp. To-morrow, we phlebotomize again;
Next day, my new-invented patent draught;
Then, I have some pills prepared;
On Thursday, we throw in the bark; on Friday--
Balth. [Coming forward.) Well, sir, on Friday--what, on Friday? Come,
Proceed.
Lamp. Discovered!
They (Host., Lamp.) fall on their knees.
Host. Mercy, noble sir!
Lamp. We crave your mercy!
Balth. On vour knees? 'tis well!
■J
Pray! for your time is short.
Host. Nay, do not kill us-
Balth. You have been tried, condemned, and only wait
For execution. Which shall T begin with?
Lamp. The lady, by all means, sir.
Balth. Come, prepare. (To the hostess.)
Host. Have pity by the weakness of my sex!
Balth. Tell me, thou quaking mountain of gross flesh,
Tell me, and in a breath, how many poisons--
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If you attempt \t--(To LAMPEDO, who is making ojf)
you have cooked up for me?
Host. None, as I hope for mercy!
Balth, Is not ihy wine a poison?
Host. No indeed, sir;
'T is not, I own, of the first quality;
But-
Balth, What?
Host. I always give short measure, sir.
And ease my conscience that way.
Balth. Ease your conscience!
I'll ease your conscience for you.
Host. Mercy, sir!
Balth. Rise, if thou canst, and hear me.
Host. Your commands, sir?
Balth. If, in five minutes, all things are prepared
Eor my departure, you may yet survive.
Host. It shall be done in less,
Balth. Away, thou lumpfish. (Exit hostess.)
Lamp. So! now comes my turn! 't is all over with me!
There's dagger, rope, and ratsbane in his looks!
Baith. And now, thou sketch and outline of a man!
Thou thing that hast no shadow in the sun!
Thou eel in a consumption, eldest born
Of Death and Famine! thou anatomy
Of a starved pilchard!
Lamp. I do confess my leanness. I am spare.
And, therefore, spare me.
Balth. Why wouldst thou have made me
A thoroughfare, for thy whole shop to pass through?
Lamp. Man, you know, must live.
Balth. Yes: he must die, too.
Lamp. For my patients' sake!
Balth. I'll send you to the major part of them--
The window, sir, is open;-come, prepare.
Lamp. Pray consider!
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I may hurt some one in the street.
Baltk Why, then,
I'll rattle thee to pieces in a dicebox,
Or grind thee in a coffee mill to powder,
For thou must sup with Pluto:--so, make ready!
Whilst I, with this good smallsword for a lancet.
Let thy starved spirit out (for blood thou hast none).
And nail thee to the wall, where thou shalt look
Like a dried beetle with a pin stuck through him.
Lamp, Consider my poor wife.
Balrh, Thy wife!
Lamp, My wife, sir.
Balth, Hast thou dared think of matrimony, too?
Thou shadow of a man, and base as lean!
Lamp, O spare me for her sake!
I have a wife, and three angelic babes.
Who, by those looks, are well nigh fatherless,
Balth, Well, well! your wife and children shall plead for you.
Come, come; the pills! where are the pills? Produce them.
Lamp, Here is the box.
Balth. Were it Pandora's, and each single pill
Had ten diseases in it, you should take them.
Lamp, What, all?
Balth. Ay, all; and quickly, too. Come, sir, begin--
(LAMPEDO takes one,} That's well!--Another.
Lamp, One's a dose.
Balth, Proceed, sir.
Lamp, What will become of me?
Let me go home, and set my shop to rights.
And, like immortal Caesar, die with decency.
Balth, Away! and thank thy lucky star I have not
Brayed thee in thine own mortar, or exposed thee
For a large specimen of the lizard genus.
Lamp, Would I were one!— for they can feed on air.
6.-16.
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Bahh, Home, sir! and be more honest.
Lump, If I am not,
I'll be more wise, at least.
NOTEs. --Pluto , in ancient mythology, the god of the lower world.
Pandora is described in the Greek legends as the first created woman.
She was sent by Jupiter to Epimetheus as a punishment, because the
latter's brother, Prometheus, had stolen fire from heaven. When she
arrived among men, she opened a box in which were all the evils of
mankind, and everything escaped except Hope.
LXIIL RIP VAN WINKLE.
The appearance of Rip, with his long, grizzled beard, his rusty fowling
piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and children at his heels,
soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians. They crowded
around him, eying him from head to foot with great curiosity. The orator
bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired on which side
he voted. Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little
fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear
"whether he was Federal or Democrat."
Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question; when a knowing,
self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way
through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he
passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo,
the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat, penetrating, as
it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, what brought
him to the election with a gun on his shoulder, and a mob at his heels, and
whether he meant to breed a riot in the village.
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"Alas! gentlemen," cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, "I am a poor, quiet
man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the king, God bless
him!" Here a general shout burst from the bystanders, --"A tory! a tory! a
spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!" It was with great difficulty
that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having a
tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what
he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly
assured him thai he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of
some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are
they? name them."
Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired, "Where's Nicholas
Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied,
in a thin, piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why he is dead and gone these
eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that
used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too." "Where's Brom
Dutcher?" "Oh, he went off to the army in the beginning of the war. Some
say he was killed at the storming of Stony Point; others say he was
drowned in a squall at the fool of Anthony's Nose, I don't know; he never
came back again."
"Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars,
too; was a great militia general, and is now in Congress." Rip's heart died
away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding
himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him, too, by
treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could
not understand— war. Congress, Stony Point. He had no courage to ask
after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know
Rip Van Winkle?"
"Oh, Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed two or three, "Oh, to be sure! That's
Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning
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against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself
as he went up the mountain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged-
The poor fellow was now completely confounded; he doubled his own
identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his
bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what
was his name.
"God knows!" exclaimed he, at his wit's end. "I'm not myself; I'm
somebody else; that's me yonder; no, that's somebody else got into my
shoes- I was myself last night; but I fell asleep on the mountain, and
they've changed my gun, and everything's changed, and I'm changed, and
I can't tell what's my name or who I am!"
The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink
significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was a
whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from
doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the self-important man in
the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment, a
fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-
bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his
looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip!" cried she, "hush, you little fool! the old
man won't hurt you,"
The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all
awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my
good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your father's name?"
"Ah, poor man! Rip Van Winkle was his name; but it's twenty years since
he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since;
his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was
carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girL"
Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering
voice: "Where's your mother?" "Oh,
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she, too, died but a short time since; she broke a blood vessel in a fit of
passion at a New England peddler/' There was a drop of comfort, al least,
in this intelligence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He
caught his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" cried he.
"Young Rip Van Winkle once, old Rip Van Winkle now! Does nobody
know poor Rip Van Winkle?"
All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the
crowd, put her hand to her brow, and, peering under it in his face for a
moment, exclaimed, "Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle! it is himself!
Welcome home again, old neighbor! Why, where have you been these
twenty long years?" Rip's story was soon told, for the whole twenty years
had been to him but as one night.
To make a long story short, the company broke up and returned to the
more important concerns of the election. Rip's daughter look him home to
live with her. She had a snug, well-furnished house, and a stout, cheery
farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that
used to climb upon his back. Rip now resumed his old walks and habits.
He soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for
the wear and tear of time, and preferred making friends among the rising
generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.
—Irving,
NOTES. --Rip Van Winkle, according to Trving's story in "The Sketch
Book," was a great drunkard, and was driven from his home in the
Catskill Mountains, one night, by his wife. Wandering among the
mountains, he fell in with the ghosts of Hendrick Hudson and his crew,
with whom he played a game of ninepins. Upon drinking the liquor which
they offered him, however, he immediately fell into a deep sleep which
lasted for twenty years. The above lesson recounts
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the events that befell him when he returned to his native village- In the
meantime the Revolution of 1776 had taken place.
The Federals and the Democrats formed the two leading political
parties of that time-
Stony Point is a promontory on the Hudson, at the ertrance of the
Highlands, forty-two miles from New York- It was a fortified post during
the Revolution, captured by the British, and again retaken by the
Americans under Wayne. Anthony's Nose is also a promontory on the
Hudson, about fifteen miles above Stony Point,
LXIV.BILL AND JOE.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1809-1894, was the son of Abiel Holmes,
D.D. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and graduated at
Harvard in 1829, having for classmates several men who have since
become distinguished. After graduating, he studied law for about one
year, and then turned his attention to medicine. He studied his profession
in Paris, and elsewhere in Europe, and took his degree at Cambridge in
1836. In 1838 he was appointed Professor of Anatomy and Physiology in
Dartmouth College. He remained here but a short time, and then returned
to Boston and entered on the practice of medicine. In 1847 he was
appointed professor at Harvard, filling a similar position to the one held at
Dartmouth. He discharged the duties of his professorship for more than
thirty years, with great success. Literature was never his profession; yet
few American authors attained higher success, both as a poet and as a
prose writer. His poems are lively and sparkling, abound in wit and
humor, but are not wanting in genuine pathos. Many of them were
composed for special occasions. His prose writings include works on
medicine, essays, and novels; several appeared first as contributions to the
"Atlantic Monthly." He gained reputation, also, as it popular lecturer. In
person, Dr. Holmes was small and active, with a face expressive of
thought and vivacity.
Come, dear old comrade, you and I
Will steal an hour from days gone by--
The shining days when life was new.
And all was bright as morning dew.
The lusty days of long ago.
When you were Bill and I was Joe.
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Your name may flaunt a titled trail
Proud as a cockerel's rainbow tail,
And mine as brief appendix wear
As Tam O'Shanter's luckless mare;
To-day, old friend, remember still
That I am Joe and you are Bill,
You've won the great world's envied prize,
And grand you look in people's eyes,
With HON. and LL. D.,
In big, brave letters fair to see,—
Your fist, old fellow! Off they go!--
How are you. Bill? How are you, Joe?
You've worn the judge's ermined robe;
You've taught your name to half the globe;
You've sung mankind a deathless strain;
You've made the dead past live again:
The world may call you what it will,
But you and I are Joe and Bill.
The chaffing young folks stare and say,
"See those old buffers, bent and gray;
They talk like fellows in their teens;
Mad, poor old boys! That's what it means"
And shake their heads; they little know
The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe--
How Bill forgets his hour of pride.
While Joe sits smiling at his side;
How Joe, in spite of time's disguise,
Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes,--
Those calm, stern eyes, that melt and fill.
As Joe looks fondly up to Bill-
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Ah! pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;
A few swift years, and who can show
Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe,
The weary idol takes his stand,
Holds out his bruised and aching hand,
While gaping thousands come and go--
How vain it seems, this empty show!--
Till all at once his pulses thrill:
T is poor old Joe's, "God bless you, Bill!"
And shall we breathe in happier spheres
The names that pleased our mortal ears;
In some sweet lull of heart and song
For earth born spirits none too long,
Just whispering of the world below
When this was Bill, and that was Joe?
No matter; while our home is here.
No sounding name is half so dear;
When fades at length our lingering day,
Who cares what pompous tombstones say?
Read on the hearts that love us still,
Hie jacet }qq. Hie jaceT B\[].
NOTE---Hic jacet (pro. hie ja'cet) is a Latin phrase, meaning here lies.
It is frequently used in epitaphs.
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LXV, SORROW FOR THE DEAD,
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be
divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal; every other affliction, to
forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open. This affliction
we cherish, and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would
willingly forget the infant that has perished like a blossom from her arms,
though every recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would
willingly forget a tender parent, though to remember be but to lament?
Who, even in the hour of agony, would forget the friend over whom he
mourns?
No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of
the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights: and when the
overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection;
when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins
of all that we most loved, is softened away into pensive meditation on all
that it was in the days of its loveliness, who would root out such a sorrow
from the heart? Though it may, sometimes, throw a passing cloud over
the bright hour of gayety, or spread a deeper sadness over the hour of
gloom; yet, who would exchange it even for the song of pleasure, or the
burst of revelry? No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song-
There is a remembrance of the dead, to which we turn even from the
charms of the living.
Oh, the grave! the grave! It buries every error, covers every defect,
extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but
fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave
even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should have
warred with the poor handful of earth that lies moldering before him? But
the grave of those we
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loved--what a place for meditation! There it is that we call up, in long
review, the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand
endearments lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse
of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn,
awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled
griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities! the last
testimonies of expiring love! the feeble, fluttering, thrilling, --oh! how
thrilling!--pressure of the hand! the last fond look of the glazing eye
turning upon us, even from the threshold of existence! the faint, faltering
accents, struggling in death to give one more assurance of affection!
Ay, go to the grave of buried love, and meditate! There settle the
account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited; every past
endearment unregarded, of that departed being, who can never--never--
never return to be soothed by thy contrition! If thou art a child, and hast
ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an
affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond
bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one
moment of thy kindness or thy truth; if thou art a friend, and hast ever
wronged, in thought, or word, or deed, the spirit that generously confided
in thee; if thou hast given one unmerited pang to that true heart, which
now lies cold and still beneath thy feet; then be sure that every unkind
look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging
back upon thy memory, and knocking dolefully at thy soul; then be sure
that thou wilt lie down sorrowing and repentant on the grave, and utter the
unheard groan, and pour the unavailing tear; more deep, more bitter,
because unheard and unavailing.
Then weave thy chaplet of flowers, and strew the beauties of nature
about the grave; console thy broken spirit, if thou canst, with these tender,
yet futile, tributes of regret:
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but take warning by the bitterness of this, thy contrite affliction over the
dead, and henceforth be more faithful and affectionate in the discharge of
thy duties to the living.
--Irving.
LXVI.THE EAGLE.
James Gates Percival, 1795-1856, was born at Berlin, Connecticut,
and graduated at Yale College in 1815, at the head of his class. He was
admitted to the practice of medicine in 1820, and went to Charleston,
South Carolina, In 1824 he was appointed Professor of Chemistry at West
Point, a position which he held but a few months. In 1854 he was
appointed Slate Geologist of Wisconsin, and died at Hazel Green, in that
state. Dr. Percival was eminent as a geographer, geologist, and linguist.
He began to write poetry at an early age, and his fame rests chiefly upon
his writings in this department. In his private life, Percival was always
shy, modest, and somewhat given to melancholy. Financially, his life was
one of struggle, and he was often greatly straitened for money.
Bird of the broad and sweeping wing!
Thy home is high in heaven.
Where the wide storms their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are driven.
Thy throne is on the mountain top;
Thy fields, the boundless air;
And hoary peaks, that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings are.
Thou art perched aloft on the beetling crag.
And the waves are while below.
And on, with a haste that can not lag.
They rush in an endless flow.
Again thou hast plumed thy wing for flight
To lands beyond the sea.
And away, like a spirit wreathed in light.
Thou hurriest, wild and free.
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Lord of the boundless realm of air!
In thy imperial name,
The hearts of the bold and ardent dare
The dangerous path of fame.
Beneath the shade of thy golden wings,
The Roman legions bore.
From the river of Egypt's cloudy springs.
Their pride, to the polar shore.
For thee they fought, for thee they fell.
And their oath on thee was laid;
To thee the clarions raised their swell.
And the dying warrior prayed.
Thou werl, through an age of death and fears,
The image of pride and power.
Till the gathered rage of a thousand years.
Burst forth in one awful hour.
And then, a deluge of wrath, it came.
And the nations shook with dread;
And it swept the earth, till its fields were flame,
And piled with the mingled dead.
Kings were rolled in the wasteful flood.
With the low and crouching slave;
And together lay, in a shroud of blood.
The coward and the brave,
NOTES. --Rom an legions. The Roman standard was the image of an
eagle. The soldiers swore by it, and the loss of it was considered a
disgrace.
One awful hour. Alluding to the destruction of Rome by the northern
barbarians.
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LXVII. POLITICAL TOLERATION.
Thomas Jefferson, 1743-1826, the third President of the United Stales, and
the author of the Declaration of Independence, was born in Albemarle
County, Virginia, He received most of his early education under private
tutors, and at the age of seventeen entered William and Mary College, where
he remained two years. At college, where he studied industriously, he formed
the acquaintance of several distinguished men, among them was George
Wythe, with whom he entered on the study of law. At the age of twenty-four
he was admitted to the bar, and soon rose to high standing in his profession.
In 1775 he entered the Colonial Congress, having previously served ably in
the legislature of his native state. Although one of the youngest men in
Congress, he soon took a foremost place in that body. He left Congress in the
fall of 1776, and, as a member of the legislature, and later as Governor of
Virginia, he was chiefly instrumental in effecting several important reforms
in the laws of that state, --the most notable were the abolition of the law of
primogeniture, and the passage of a law making all religious denominations
equal- From 1785 to 1789 he was Minister to France. On his return to
America he was made Secretary of Slate, in the first Cabinet, While in this
office, he became the leader of the Republican or Ant i -Federalist party, in
opposition to the Federalist party led by Alexander Hamilton. From 1801 to
1809 he was President. On leaving his high office, he retired to his estate at
"Monticello," where he passed the closing years of his life, and died on the
4lh of July, just fifty years after the passage of his famous Declaration. His
compatriot, and sometimes bitter political opponent, John Adams, died on the
same day.
Mr. Jefferson, who was never a ready public speaker, was a remarkably
clear and forcible writer; his works fill several large volumes. In personal
character, he was pure and simple, cheerful, and disposed to look on the
bright side. His knowledge of life rendered his conversation highly attractive.
The chief enterprise of his later years was the founding of the University of
Virginia, at Charlottesville,
During the contest of opinion through which we have passed, the
animation of discussions and of exertions has sometimes worn an aspect
which might impose on strangers, unused to think freely and to speak and
to write what they think; but this being now decided by the voice of the
nation, announced according to the rules of the constitution, all will, of
course, arrange themselves under the will of the law, and unite in
common efforts for the common good-
All, too, will bear in mind this sacred principle, that,
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though the will of the majority is, in all cases, to prevail, that will, to be
rightful, must be reasonable; that the minority possess their equal rights,
which equal laws must protect, and to violate which would be oppression.
Let us then, fellow-citizens, unite with one heart and one mind.
Let us restore to social intercourse that harmony and affection, without
which liberty, and even life itself, are but dreary things; and let us reflect,
that, having banished from our land that religious intolerance under which
mankind so long bled and suffered, we have gained little if we
countenance a political intolerance as despotic, as wicked, and capable of
as bitter and bloody persecutions.
During the throes and convulsions of the ancient world; during the
agonizing spasms of infuriated man, seeking, through blood and
slaughter, his long-lost liberty; it was not wonderful that the agitation of
the billows should reach even this distant and peaceful shore; that this
should be more felt and feared by some, and less by others, and should
divide opinions as to measures of safely.
But every difference of opinion is not a difference of principle. We have
called by different names brethren of the same principle. We are all
Republicans; we are all Federalists- If there be any among us who would
wish to dissolve this Union, or to change its republican form, let them
stand undisturbed as monuments of the safety with which error of opinion
may be tolerated when reason is left free to combat it.
I know, indeed, that some honest men fear that a republican government
can not be strong; that this government is not strong enough. But would
the honest patriot, in the full tide of successful experiment, abandon a
government which has so far kept us free and firm, on the theoretic and
visionary fear that this government, the world's best hope, may, by
possibility, want energy to preserve itself? I trust not; 1 believe this, on the
contrary, the strongest government on earth.
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! believe it to be the only one where every man, at the call of the law,
would fly to the standard of the law, and would meet invasions of the
public order as his own personal concern. Sometimes it is said that man
can not be trusted with the government of himself. Can he, then, be
trusted with the government of others, or have we found angels, in the
form of kings, to govern him? Let history answer this question. Let us,
then, with courage and confidence, pursue our own federal and republican
principles; our attachment to union and representative government.
NOTE.— At the time of Jefferson's election, party spirit ran very high-
He had been defeated by John Adams at the previous presidential
election, but the Federal party, to which Adams belonged, became
weakened by their management during difficulties with France; and now
Jefferson had been elected president over his formerly successful rival.
The above selection is from his inaugural address.
LXVIIL WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE?
Sir William Jones, 1746-1794, was the son of an eminent
mathematician; he early distinguished himself by his ability as a student.
He graduated at Oxford, became well versed in Oriental literature, studied
law, and wrote many able books. In 1783 he was appointed Judge of the
Supreme Court of Judicature in Bengal. He was a man of astonishing
learning, upright life, and Christian principles.
What constitutes a state?
Not high-raised battlement or labored mound,
Thick wall or moated gate;
Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned;
Not bays and broad-armed ports.
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride;
Not starred and spangled courts.
Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride.
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No:--men, high-minded men,
With powers as far above dull brutes endued
In forest, brake, or den,
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude,--
Men who their duties know,
But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain,
Prevent the long-aimed blow.
And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain:
These constitute a slate;
And sovereign Law, that stale's collected will.
O'er thrones and globes elate.
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
LXIX. THE BRAVE AT HOME.
Thomas Buchanan Read, 1822-1872, an American poet and painter,
was born in Chester County, Pennsylvania. At the age of seventeen he
entered a sculptor's studio in Cincinnati. Here he gained reputation as a
painter of portraits. From this city he went to New York, Boston, and
Philadelphia, and soon after to Florence, Italy. In the later years of his
life, he divided his time between Cincinnati, Philadelphia, and Rome, His
complete poetical works fill three volumes. Several of his most stirring
poems relate to the Revolutionary War, and to the late Civil War in
America. Many of his poems are marked by vigor and a ringing power,
while smoothness and delicacy distinguish others, no less.
The maid who binds her warrior's sash.
And, smiling, all her pain dissembles.
The while beneath the drooping lash.
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles;
Though Heaven alone records the tear.
And fame shall never know her story.
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As ever dewed the field of glory!
The wife who girds her husband's sword,
'Mid little ones who weep and wonder.
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And bravely speaks the cheering word.
What though her heart be rent asunder;--
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear
The bolls of war around him rattle,—
Has shed as sacred blood as e'er
Was poured upon the field of battle!
The mother who conceals her grief,
While to her breast her son she presses,
Then breathes a few brave words and brief,
Kissing the patriot brow she blesses;
With no one but her loving God,
To know the pain that weighs upon her,
Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod
Received on Freedom's field of honor!
NOTE. --The above selection is from the poem entitled "The Wagoner
of the Alleghanies,"
LXX. SOUTH CAROLINA,
Robert Young Hayne, 1791-1840, was born in Colleton District, South
Carolina, and studied and practiced law at Charleston. He was early
elected to the State Legislature, and became Speaker of the House and
Attorney-general of the state. He entered the Senate of the United States
at the age of thirty-one. He was Governor of South Carolina during the
"Nullification" troubles in 1832 and 1833. Mr. Hayne was a clear and able
debater, and a stanch advocate of the extreme doctrine of "State Rights."
In the Senate he opposed the Tariff Bill of 1828; and, out of this struggle,
grew his famous debate with Daniel Webster in 1830. The following
selection is an extract from Mr. Hayne's speech on that memorable
occasion.
If there be one state in the Union, Mr. President, that may challenge
comparison with any other, for a uniform, zealous, ardent, and
uncalculating devotion to the Union, that slate is South Carolina. Sir,
from the very commencement of the Revolution, up to this hour, there is
no
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sacrifice, however great, she has not cheerfully made; no service she has
ever hesitated lo perform.
She has adhered to you in your prosperity; but in your adversity she has
clung lo you with more than filial affection. No matter what was the
condition of her domestic affairs; though deprived of her resources,
divided by parties, or surrounded by difficulties, the call of the country
has been to her as the voice of God. Domestic discord ceased at the
sound; every man became at once reconciled lo his brethren, and the sons
of Carolina were all seen, crowding to the temple, bringing their gifts to
the altar of their common country.
What, sir, was the conduct of the South, during the Revolution? Sir, I
honor New England for her conduct in that glorious struggle. But great as
is the praise which belongs to her, T think at least equal honor is due to the
South. Never were there exhibited, in the history of the world, higher
examples of noble daring, dreadful suffering, and heroic endurance, than
by the whigs of Carolina, during the Revolution. The whole stale, from
the mountains lo the sea, was overrun by an overwhelming force of the
enemy. The fruits of industry perished on the spot where they were
produced, or were consumed by the foe.
The plains of Carolina drank up the most precious blood of her citizens.
Black, smoking ruins marked the places which had been the habitation of
her children. Driven from their homes into the gloomy and almost
impenetrable swamps, even there the spirit of liberty survived, and South
Carolina, sustained by the example of her Sumters and her Marions,
proved, by her conduct, that though her soil might be overrun, the spirit of
her people was invincible.
NOTES. -Thomas Sumler (b. 1734, d. 1832) was by birth a Virginian,
but during the Revolution commanded South Carolina troops. He was one
of the most active and able of the
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Southern generals, and, after the war, was prominent in politics. He was the last
surviving general of the Revolution.
Francis Marion (b. 1732, d. 1795), known as the "Swamp Fox," was a native
South Carolinian, of French descent, Marion's brigade became noted during the
Revolution for its daring and surprising attacks. See Lesson CXXXV,
LXXL MASSACHUSETTS AND SOUTH CAROLINA.
Daniel Webster, 1782-1852. This celebrated American statesman and orator
was born in Salisbury, New Hampshire, His father, Ebenezer Webster, was a
pioneer settler, a soldier in the Old French War and the Revolution, and a man of
ability and strict integrity, Daniel attended the common school in his youth, and
fitted for college under Rev. Samuel Wood, of Boseawen, graduating at
Dartmouth in 1801. He spent a few months of his boyhood at "Phillips
Academy," Exeter, where he attained distinction as a student, but was so diffident
that he could never give a declamation before his class. During his college
course, and later, he taught school several terms in order to increase his slender
finances. He was admitted to the bar in Boston in 1805. For the next eleven
years, he practiced his profession in his native slate- In 1812 he was elected to the
United Slates House of Representatives, and al once look his place as one of the
most prominent men of that body. In 1816 he removed to Boston; and in 1827 he
was elected to the United States Senate, where he continued for twelve years. In
1841 he was made Secretary of Stale, and soon after negotiated the famous
"Ashburton Treaty" with England, settling the northern boundary of the United
States- In 1845 he returned to the Senate; and in 1850 he was re-appointed
Secretary of State, and continued in office till his death. He died al his country
residence in Marshfield, Massachusetts.
Mr. Webster's fame rests chiefly on his slate papers and his speeches in
Congress; but he took a prominent part in some of the most famous law cases of
the present century. Several of his public addresses on occasional themes are well
known, also. As a speaker, he was dignified and stately, using clear,
straightforward, pure English. He had none of the tricks of oratory. He was large
of person, with a massive head, a swarthy complexion, and deep-set, keen, and
lustrous eyes. His grand presence added much to his power as a speaker.
The eulogium pronounced on the character of the State of South Carolina by
the honorable gentleman, for her Revolutionary and other merits, meets my
hearty concurrence. I shall not acknowledge that the honorable merri>er goes
before me, in regard for whatever of distinguished
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talent or distinguished character South Carolina has produced, i claim part
of the honor; I partake in the pride of her great names, I claim them for
countrymen, one and all'-lhe Laurenses, the Rutledges, the Pinckneys, the
Sumters, the Marions— Americans all--whose fame is no more to be
hemmed in by state lines than their talents and patriotism were capable of
being circumscribed within the same narrow limits.
In their day and generation, they served and honored the country, and
the whole country, and their renown is of the treasures of the whole
country. Him whose honored name the gentleman himself bears, --does he
suppose me less capable of gratitude for his patriotism, or sympathy for
his suffering, than if his eyes had first opened upon the light in
Massachusetts, instead of South Carolina? Sir, does he suppose it in his
power to exhibit in Carolina a name so bright as to produce envy in my
bosom? No, sir, --increased gratification and delight rather. Sir, I thank
God that, if I am gifted with little of the spirit which is said to be able to
raise mortals to the skies, I have yet none, as I trust, of that other spirit
which would drag angels down.
When I shall be found, sir, in my place here in the Senate, or elsewhere,
to sneer at public merit because it happened to spring up beyond the little
limits of my own stale or neighborhood; when I refuse for any such cause,
or for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to elevated
patriotism, to sincere devotion to liberty and the country; or if I see an
uncommon endowment of Heaven; if I see extraordinary capacity or
virtue in any son of the South; and if, moved by local prejudice, or
gangrened by state jealousy, I get up here to abate a tithe of a hair from
his just character and just fame, may my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth!
Mr, President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts. She
needs none. There she is; behold her.
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and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by
heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and
Lexington, and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain forever. And, sir,
where American Liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was
nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood,
and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound it; if
party strife and blind ambition shall hawk at and tear it; if folly and
madness, if uneasiness under salutary restraint, shall succeed to separate it
from that Union, by which alone its existence is made sure, it will stand,
in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked; it
will stretch forth its arm, with whatever of vigor it may still retain, over
the friends who gathered around it; and it will fall at last, if fall it must,
amid the proudest monuments of its glory and on the very spot of its
origin.
NOTES---The Laurenses were of French descent. Henry Laurens was
appointed on the commission with Franklin and Jay to negotiate the treaty
of peace at Paris at the close of the Revolution, His son, John Laurens,
was an aid and secretary of Washington, who was greatly attached to him.
The Rutledges were of Irish descent. John Rutledge was a celebrated
statesman and lawyer. He was appointed Chief Justice of the United
States, but the Senate, for political reasons, refused to confirm his
appointment.
Edward Rutledge, brother of the preceding, was Governor of South
Carolina during the last two years of his life.
The Pinckneys were an old English family who emigrated to
Charleston in 1687. Charles Cotesworth Pinckney and his brother Thomas
were both active participants in the Revolution. The former was an
unsuccessful candidate for the presidency of the United Stales, in 1800.
Thomas was elected governor of South Carolina in 1789. In the war of
1812 he served as major-general.
Charles Pinckney, a second cousin of the two already mentioned, was
four times elected governor of his state.
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LXXIL THE CHURCH SCENE FROM EVANGELINE.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807-1882, the son of Hon. Stephen
Longfellow, an eminent lawyer of Portland, Maine, was born in that cily.
He graduated, at the age of eighteen, at Bowdoin College- He was soon
appointed to the chair of Modern Languages and Literature in that
institution, and, to fit himself further for his work, he went abroad and
spent four years in Europe, He remained at Bowdoin till 1835, when he
was appointed to the chair of Modern Languages and Belles-lettres in
Harvard University. On receiving this appointment, he again went to
Europe and remained two years. He resigned his professorship in 1854,
and after that time resided in Cambridge, pursuing his literary labors and
giving to the public, from time to lime, the fruits of his pen. In 1868 he
made a voyage to England, where he was received with extraordinary
marks of honor and esteem. In addition to Mr. Longfellow's original
works, both in poetry and in prose, he distinguished himself by several
translations; the most famous is that of the works of Dante.
Mr, Longfellow's poetry is always elegant and chaste, showing in every
line traces of his careful scholarship. Yel it is not above the popular taste
or comprehension, as is shown by the numerous and varied editions of his
poems- Many of his poems treat of historical themes; "Evangeline," from
which the following selection is taken, is esteemed by many as the most
beautiful of all his longer poems; it was first published in 1847.
So passed the morning away. And lo! with a summons sonorous
Sounded the bell from its tower, and over the meadows a drumbeat.
Thronged erelong was the church with men. Without, in the churchyard.
Awaited the women. They stood by the graves, and hung on the headstones
Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest.
Then came the guard from the ships, and marching proudly among them
Entered the sacred portal. With loud and dissonant clangor
Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and casement,--
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Echoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous portal
Closed, and in silence the crowd awaited the will of the soldiers.
Then uprose their commander, and spake from the steps of the altar,
Holding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the royal commission.
"You have convened this day," he said, "by his Majesty's orders.
Clement and kind has he been; but how you have answered his kindness.
Let your own hearts reply! To my natural make and my temper
Painful the task is I do, which to you I know must be grievous.
Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch;
Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds
Forfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from this province
Be transported to other lands, God grant you may dwell there
Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable people!
Prisoners now I declare you; for such is his Majesty's pleasure!"
As, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer.
Suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hailstones
Beats down the farmer's corn in the field and shatters his windows,
Hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from the house roofs.
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Bellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their inclosure;
So on the hearts of the people descended the words of the speaker.
Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder, and then rose
Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger.
And, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed to the doorway.
Vain was the hope of escape; and cries and fierce imprecations
Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er the heads of the others
Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the blacksmith,
As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows.
Flushed was his face and distorted with passion; and wildly he shouted,—
"Down with the tyrants of England! we never have sworn them allegiance!
Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests!"
More he fain would have said, but the merciless hand of a soldier
Smote him upon the mouth, and dragged him down to the pavement.
In the midst of the strife and tumult of angry contention,
Lo! the door of the chancel opened, and Father Felician
Entered, with serious mien, and ascended the steps of the aher.
Raising his reverend hand, with a gesture he awed into silence
All that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to his people;
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Deep were his tones and solemn; in accents measured and mournful
Spake he, as, after the tocsin's alarum, distinctly the clock strikes.
"What is this that ye do, my children? what madness has seized you?
Forty years of my life have I labored among you, and taught you.
Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another!
Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations?
Have you so soon forgotten all the lessons of love and forgiveness?
This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it
Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with haired?
Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you!
See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion!
Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!'
Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us,
Let us repeat it now, and say, 'O Father, forgive them/ "
Few were his words of rebuke, but deep in the hearts of his people
Sank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded the passionate outbreak.
While they repeated his prayer, and said, "O Father, forgive them!"
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NOTE, --Nova Scotia was first settled by the French, but, in 1713, was
ceded to the English. The inhabitants refusing either to take the oath of
allegiance or to bear arms against their fellow-countrymen in the French
and Indian War, it was decided to remove the whole people, and
distribute them among the other British provinces. This was accordingly
done in 1755. The villages were burned to the ground, and the people
hurried on board the ships in such a way that but a few families remained
undivided.
Longfellow's poem of "Evangeline" is founded on this incident, and the
above selection describes the scene where the male inhabitants of Grand-
Pre' are assembled in the church, and the order for their banishment is
first made known to them.
LXXIIL SONG OF THE SHIRT.
Thomas Hood, 1798-1845, the son of a London bookseller, was born
in that city. He undertook, after leaving school, to learn the art of an
engraver, but soon gave up the business, and turned his attention to
literature. His lighter pieces, exhibiting his skill as a wit and punster, soon
became well known and popular. In 1 82 1 he became subeditor of the
"London Magazine," and formed the acquaintance of the literary men of
the metropolis- The last years of his life were clouded by poverty and ill
health. Some of his most humorous pieces were written on a sick bed.
Hood is best known as a joker--a writer of "whims and oddilies"--but he
was no mere joker. Some of his pieces are filled with the lenderesl pathos;
and a gentle spirit, in love with justice and humanity, pervades even his
lighter compositions. His "Song of the Shirt" first appeared in the
"London Punch."
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags.
Plying her needle and thread:
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pilch.
She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"
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"Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof !
And work! work! work!
Till the stars shine through the roof !
Il is oh to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save.
If this is Christian work!
"Work! work! work!
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work! work! work!
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam.
Till over the buttons I fall asleep.
And sew ihem on in a dream!
"O men, with sisters dear!
O men, with mothers and wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
Bui human creatures' lives!
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,--
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt.
"Bui why do I talk of Death?
That Phantom of grisly bone,
I hardly fear his terrible shape,
It seems so like my own;
It seems so like my own.
Because of ihe fasts I keep;
O God! ihal bread should be so dear.
And flesh and blood so cheap!
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"Work! work! work!
My labor never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crusl of bread— and rags,
That shattered roof--and this naked floor--
A table--a broken chair--
And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there.
"Work! work! work!
From weary chime to chime!
Work! work! work!
As prisoners work for crime!
Band, and gusset, and seam.
Seam, and gusset, and band.
Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed,
As well as the weary hand.
"Work! work! work!
In the dull December light.
And work! work! work!
When the weather is warm and bright;
While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling.
As if to show me their sunny backs.
And twit me with the spring.
"Oh but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet!
With the sky above my head.
And the grass beneath my feet!
For only one short hour
To feel as I used to feel.
Before 1 knew the woes of want,
And the walk that costs a meal!
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"Oh but for one short hour,--
A respite, however brief!
No blessed leisure for love or hope.
But only lime for grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart,
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread,"
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sal, in unwomanly rags.
Plying her needle and thread:
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pilch-
Would that its tone could reach the rich!
She sang this "Song of the Shirt,"
LXXIV. DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND,
Edouard Rene Lefebvre-Laboulaye ,181 1-1883, was a French writer
of note. Most of his works involve questions of law and politics, and are
considered high authority on the questions discussed. A few works, such
as "Abdallah," from which the following extract is adapted, were written
as a mere recreation in the midst of law studies; they show great
imaginative power, Laboulaye took great interest in the United States, her
people, and her literature; and many of his works are devoted to American
questions. He translated the works of Dr. William E. Channing into
French,
Mansour, the Egyptian merchant, one day repaired to the cadi on
account of a suit, the issue of which troubled him but little, A private
conversation with the judge had given him hopes of the justice of his
cause. The old man asked his son Omar to accompany him in order to
accustom him early to deal with the law.
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The cadi was seated in the courtyard of the mosque. He was a fat,
good-looking man, who never thought, and talked little, which, added to
his large turban and his air of perpetual astonishment, gave him a great
reputation for justice and gravity.
The spectators were numerous; the principal merchants were sealed on
the ground on carpets, forming a semicircle around the magistrate.
Mansour took his seat a little way from the sheik, and Omar placed
himself between the two, his curiosity strongly excited to see how the law
was obeyed, and how it was trifled with in case of need.
The first case called was that of a young Banian, as yellow as an
orange, with loose flowing robes and an effeminate air, who had lately
landed from India, and who complained of having been cheated by one of
Mansour's rivals.
"Having found a casket of diamonds among the effects left by my
father," said he, "I set out for Egypt, to live there on the proceeds of their
sale. I was obliged by bad weather to put into Jidda, where I soon found
myself in want of money, I went to the bazaar, and inquired for a dealer in
precious stones. The richest, I was told, was Mansour; the most honest,
Ali, the jeweler. I applied to Ali.
"He welcomed me as a son, as soon as he learned that I had diamonds
to sell, and carried me home with him- He gained my confidence by every
kind of attention, and advanced me all the money I needed- One day, after
dinner, at which wine was not wanting, he examined the diamonds, one
by one, and said, 'My child, these diamonds are of little value; my coffers
are full of such stones. The rocks of the desert furnish them by thousands.'
"To prove the truth of what he said, he opened a box, and, taking
therefrom a diamond thrice as large as any of mine, gave it to the slave
that was with me. 'What will become of me?' I cried; T thought myself
rich, and here I am, poor, and a stranger.'
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" My child,' replied AH, 'Leave this casket with me, and I will give you
a price for it such as no one else would offer. Choose whatever you wish
in Jidda, and in two hours I will give you an equal weight of what you
have chosen in exchange for your Indian stones.'
"On returning home, night brought reflection. I learned that Ali had
been deceiving me. What he had given to the slave was nothing but a bit
of crystal- I demanded my casket. Ali refused to restore it. Venerable
magistrate, my sole hope is in your justice."
It was now All's turn to speak. "Illustrious cadi," said he, "It is true that
we made a bargain, which I am ready to keep, The rest of the young man's
story is false. What matters it what I gave the slave? Did I force the
stranger to leave the casket in my hands? Why does he accuse me of
treachery? Have I broken my word, and has he kept his?"
"Young man," said the cadi to the Banian, "have you witnesses to prove
that Ali deceived you? If not, I shall put the accused on his oath, as the
law decrees." A Koran was brought. Ali placed his hand on it, and swore
three times that he had not deceived the stranger. "Wretch," said the
Banian, "thou art among those whose feet go down to destruction. Thou
hast thrown away thy soul."
Omar smiled, and while Ali was enjoying the success of his ruse, he
approached the stranger, and asked, "Do you wish me to help you gain the
suit?" "Yes," was the reply; "but you are only a child--you can do
nothing."
"Have confidence in me a few moments," said Omar; "accept Ali's
bargain; let me choose in your stead, and fear nothing,"
The stranger bowed his head, and murmured, "What can I fear after
having lost all?" Then, turning to the cadi, and bowing respectfully, "Let
the bargain be consummated," said he, "since the law decrees it, and let
this
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young man choose in my stead what I shall receive in payment."
A profound silence ensued, Omar rose, and, bowing to the cadi, "All,"
said he to the jeweler, "you have doubtless brought the casket, and can tell
us the weight thereof."
"Here it is," said Ali; "it weighs twenty pounds.
Choose what you will; if the thing asked for is in Jidda, you shall have it
within two hours, otherwise the bargain is null and void,"
"What we desire," said Omar, raising his voice, "is ants' wings, half
male and half female. You have two hours in which to furnish the twenty
pounds you have promised us." "This is absurd," cried the jeweler; "it is
impossible- I should need half a score of persons and six months labor to
satisfy so foolish a demand."
"Are there any winged ants in Jidda?" asked the cadi. "Of course,"
answered the merchants, laughing; "ihey are one of the plagues of Egypt.
Our houses are full of them, and it would be doing us a great service to rid
us of them."
"Then Ali must keep his promise or give back the casket," said the cadi.
'This young man was mad to sell his diamonds weight for weight; he is
mad to exact such payment. So much the better for Ali the first time: so
much the worse for him the second. Justice has not two weights and
measures. Every bargain holds good before the law. Either furnish twenty
pounds of ants' wings, or restore the casket to the Banian." "A righteous
judgment," shouted the spectators, wonder-struck at such equity.
The stranger, beside himself with joy, look from the casket three
diamonds of the finest water; he forced them on Omar, who put them in
his girdle, and sealed himself by his father, his gravity unmoved by the
gaze of the assembly. "Well done," said Mansour; "but it is my turn
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now; mark me well, and profit by the lesson I shall give you. Stop, young
man!" he cried to the Banian, "we have an account to settle."
"The day before yesterday," continued he, "this young man entered my
shop, and, bursting into tears, kissed my hand and entreated me to sell
him a necklace which I had already sold to the Pasha of Egypt, saying that
his life and that of a lady depended upon it. 'Ask of me what you will, my
father,' said he, 'but I must have these gems or die.'
"I have a weakness for young men, and, though I knew the danger of
disappointing my master the pasha, I was unable to resist his
supplications. 'Take the necklace,' said I to him, 'but promise to give
whatever I may ask in exchange.' 'My head itself, if you will,' he replied,
'for you have saved my life,' We were without witnesses, but," added
Mansour, turning to the Banian, "is not my story true?"
"Yes," said the young man, "and I beg your pardon for not having
satisfied you sooner: you know the cause. Ask of me what you desire,"
"What I desire," said Mansour, "is the casket with all its contents.
Illustrious magistrate, you have declared that all bargains hold good
before the law; this young man has promised to give me what I please;
now ! declare that nothing pleases me but these diamonds/'
The cadi raised his head and looked about the assembly, as if to
interrogate the faces, then stroked his beard, and relapsed into his
meditations-
"Ali is defeated," said the sheik to Omar, with a smile, "The fox is not
yet born more cunning than the worthy Mansour/'
"I am lost!" cried the Banian. "O Omar, have you saved me only to cast
me down from the highest pinnacle of joy to the depths of despair?
Persuade your father to spare me, that I may owe my life to you a second
time.
6.-18.
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"Well, my son," said Mansour, "doubtless you are shrewd, but this will
teach you that your father knows rather more than you do. The cadi is
about to decide: try whether you can dictate his decree/'
"it is mere child's play," answered Omar, shrugging his shoulders; "but
since you desire it, my father, you shall lose your suit." He rose, and
taking a piaster from his girdle, put it into the hand of the Banian, who
laid it before the judge.
"Illustrious cadi," said Omar, "this young man is ready lo fulfill his
engagement- This is what he offers Mansour— piaster. In itself this coin is
of little value; but examine it closely, and you will see that it is stamped
with the likeness of the sultan, our glorious master. May God destroy and
confound all who disobey his highness!
"It is this precious likeness that we offer you," added he, turning to
Mansour; "if it pleases you, you are paid; to say that it displeases you is
an insult to the pasha, a crime punishable by death; and I am sure that our
worthy cadi will not become your accomplice--he who has always been
and alwavs will be the faithful servant of an the sultans."
When Omar had finished speaking, all eyes turned toward the cadi,
who, more impenetrable than ever, stroked his face and waited for the old
man to come to his aid. Mansour was agitated and embarrassed. The
silence of the cadi and the assembly terrified him, and he cast a
supplicating glance toward his son.
"My father," said Omar, "permit this young man to thank you for the
lesson of prudence which you have given him by frightening him a little.
He knows well that it was you who sent me to his aid, and that all this is a
farce. No one is deceived by hearing the son oppose the Father, and who
has ever doubted Mansour's experience and generosity?"
"No one," interrupted the cadi, starting up like a man
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suddenly awakened from a dream, "and I least of all; and this is why I
have permitted you to speak, my young Solomon. I wished to honor in
you the wisdom of your father; but another time avoid meddling with his
highness's name; it is not safe to sport with the lion's paws. The matter is
settled. The necklace is worth a hundred thousand piasters, is it not,
Mansour? This madcap, shall give you, therefore, a hundred thousand
piasters, and all parties will be satisfied,"
NOTES--A cadi in the Mohammedan countries corresponds to our
magistrate,
A sheik among the Arabs and Moors, may mean simply an old man, or,
as in this case, a man of eminence.
A Banian is a Hindoo merchant, particularly one who visits foreign
countries on business.
Jidda is a city in Arabia, on the Red Sea
A pasha is the governor of a Turkish province.
The Turkish piaster was formerly worth twenty-five cents: it is now
worth only about eight cents.
LXXV, THANATOPSIS.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language: for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
When thoughts
Of the last hitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
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Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall.
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house.
Make thee lo shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice, --
Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground.
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears.
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved lo earth again;
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.
Yet not lo thine eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldsl thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,— with kings.
The powerful of the earth, --the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,--
All in one mighty sepulcher.
The hills.
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods; rivers that move
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In majesty, and the complaining brooks.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, --
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun.
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages.
All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound
Save his own dashings,--yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep,— the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All thai breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men--
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid.
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those who in their turn shall follow them.
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So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mvsterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death.
Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night.
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave.
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
--Bryant,
NOTES. --Thanatopsis is composed of two Greek words, thanatos,
meaning death, and opsis, a view. The word, therefore, signifies a view of
death, or reflections on death.
Barca is in the northeastern part of Africa: the southern and eastern
portions of the country are a barren desert.
The Oregon {or Columbia) River is the most important river of the
United Slates emptying into the Pacific. The Lewis and Clark Expedition
(1803-1806) had first explored the country through which it flows only
five years before the poem was written.
LXXVL INDIAN JUGGLERS.
William Hazlitt, 1778-1830, was born in Maidstone, England. His
father was a Unitarian clergyman, and he was sent to a college of that
denomination to be educated for the ministry; but having a greater taste
for art than theology, he resolved, on leaving school, to devote himself to
painting. He succeeded so well in his efforts as to meet the warmest
commendation of his friends, but did not succeed in satisfying his own
fastidious taste. On this account he threw away his pencil and took up his
pen. His works, though numerous, are, with the exception of a life of
Napoleon, chiefly criticisms on literature and art.
Hazlitt is thought to have treated his contemporaries with an unjust
severity; but his genial appreciation of the English classics, and the
thorough and loving manner in which he discusses their merits, make his
essays the delight of every lover of those perpetual wellsprings of
intellectual pleasure. His "Table Talk," "Characters of Shakespeare's
Plays," "Lectures on the English Poets," and "Lectures on the Literature
of the Elizabethan Age," are the works that exhibit his style and general
merits in their most favorable light.
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Coming forward and seating himself on the ground, in his white dress
and tightened turban, the chief of the Indian jugglers begins with tossing
up two brass balls, which is what any of us could do, and concludes by
keeping up four at the same lime, which is what none of us could do to
save our lives, not if we were to take our whole lives to do it in.
Is it then a trifling power we see at work, or is it not something next to
miraculous? It is the utmost stretch of human ingenuity, which nothing
but the bending the faculties of body and mind to it from the lenderest
infancy with incessant, ever-anxious application up to manhood, can
accomplish or make even a slight approach to. Man, thou art a wonderful
animal, and thy ways past finding out! Thou canst do strange things, but
thou turnest them to small account!
To conceive of this extraordinary dexterity, distracts the imagination
and makes admiration breathless. Yet it costs nothing to the performer,
any more than if it were a mere mechanical deception with which he had
nothing to do, but to watch and laugh at the astonishment of the
spectators. A single error of a hair's breadth, of the smallest conceivable
portion of lime, would be fatal; the precision of the movements must be
like a mathematical truth; their rapidity is like lightning.
To catch four balls in succession, in less than a second of time, and
deliver them back so as to return with seeming consciousness to the hand
again; to make them revolve around him at certain intervals, like the
planets in their spheres; to make them chase each other like sparkles of
fire, or shoot up like flowers or meteors; to throw them behind his back,
and twine them round his neck like ribbons, or like serpents; to do what
appears an impossibility, and to do it with all the ease, the grace, the
carelessness imaginable; to laugh at, to play with the glittering mocl^ries,
to follow them with his eye as if he could fascinate
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them with its lambent fire, or as if he had only to see that they kepi time
with the music on the stage--there is something in all this which he who
does not admire may be quite sure he never really admired anything in the
whole course of his life. It is skill surmounting difficulty, and beauty
triumphing over skilL It seems as if the difficulty, once mastered,
naturally resolved itself into ease and grace, and as if, to be overcome at
all, it must be overcome without an effort. The smallest awkwardness or
want of pliancy or self-possession would slop the whole process. It is the
work of witchcraft, and yet sport for children.
Some of the other feats are quite as curious and wonderful--such as the
balancing the artificial tree, and shooting a bird from each branch through
a quill--though none of them have the elegance or facility of the keeping
up of the brass balls. You are in pain for the result, and glad when the
experiment is over; they are not accompanied with the same unmixed,
unchecked delight as the former; and I would not give much to be merely
astonished without being pleased at the same time. As to the swallowing
of the sword, the police ought to interfere to prevent it.
When I saw the Indian juggler do the same things before, his feet were
bare, and he had large rings on his toes, which he kept turning round all
the time of the performance, as if they moved of themselves.
The hearing a speech in Parliament drawled or stammered out by the
honorable member or the noble lord, the ringing the changes on their
commonplaces, which anyone could repeat after ihem as well as they,
stirs me not a jot,--shakes not my good opinion of myself. I ask what
there is that 1 can do as well as this. Nothing. What have I been doing all
my life? Have I been idle, or have I nothing to show for all my labor and
pains? Or have I passed my time in pouring words like water into empty
sieves, rolling a stone up a hill and then down again, trying to prove an
argument in the teeth of facts, and looking
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for causes in the dark, and not finding them? Is there no one thing in
which I can challenge competition, that I can bring as an instance of exact
perfection, in which others can not find a flaw?
The utmost I can pretend to is to write a description of what this fellow
can do, I can write a book: so can many others who have not even learned
to spell. What abortions are these essays! What errors, what ill-pieced
transitions, what crooked reasons, what lame conclusions! How little is
made out, and that little how ill! Yet they are the best I can do.
I endeavor to recollect all I have ever heard or thought upon a subject,
and to express it as neatly as I can. Instead of writing on four subjects at a
time, it is as much as I can manage, to keep the thread of one discourse
clear and unentangled. I have also time on my hands to correct my
opinions and polish my periods; but the one I can not, and the other I will
not, do. I am fond of arguing; yet, with a good deal of pains and practice,
it is often much as I can do to beat my man, though he may be a very
indifferent hand. A common fencer would disarm his adversary in the
twinkling of an eye, unless he were a professor like himself. A stroke of
wit will sometimes produce this effect, but there is no such power or
superiority in sense or reasoning. There is no complete mastery of
execution to be shown there; and you hardly know the professor from the
impudent pretender or the mere clown.
LXXVIL ANTONY OVER CAESAR'S DEAD BODY.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears:
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
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So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my, friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see, that on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown.
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke.
But here I am to speak what 1 do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause;
What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts.
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
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And none so poor to do him reverence.
masters! if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you.
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet; 't is his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament--
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds.
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory.
And, dying, mention it within their wills.
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
Citizen. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
AIL The will, the will; we will hear Caesar's will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad;
'T is good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should. Oh what would come of it!
Cit. Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
You shall read the will, Caesar's will.
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you slay awhile?
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honorable men
Whose daggers have slabbed Caesar. I do fear it.
Cit. They were traitors: honorable men!
AIL The will! the testament!
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AnL You will compel me, then, to read the will?
Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
And let me show you him thai made the will.
(He comes down from the pulpit. }
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
T was on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii;
Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this, the well belove'd Brulus stabbed;
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it.
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For, when the noble Caesar saw him slab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms.
Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua.
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then 1, and you, and all of us fell down.
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
Oh, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
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Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.
1st Cit. O piteous spectacle!
2d Cit. O noble Caesar!
3d Cit. We will be revenged!
AIL Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire!
Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live.
AnL Stay, countrymen,
1st Cit. Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
2d Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man.
Thai love my friend; and thai they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth.
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on:
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths.
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny,
Shakespeare. --Julius Caesar, Act iii. Scene ii.
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NOTES. -Gaius Julius Caesar (b. 102, d. 44 B. C) was the most
remarkable genius of the ancient world, Caesar ruled Rome as imperator
five years and a half, and, in the intervals of seven campaigns during that
time, spent only fifteen months in Rome. Under his rule Rome was
probably at her best, and his murder at once produced a state of anarchy.
The conspirators against Caesar--among whom were Brutus, Cassius
and Casca--professed to be moved by honest zeal for the good of Rome;
but their own ambition was no doubt the true motive, except with Brutus.
Mark Antony was a strong friend of Julius Caesar. Upon the latter's
death, Antony, by his funeral oration, incited the people and drove the
conspirators from Rome-
The Lupercal was a festival of purification and expiation held in Rome
on the 15th of February. Antony was officiating as priest at this festival
when he offered the crown to Caesar.
In his will Caesar left to every citizen of Rome a sum of money, and
bequeathed his private gardens to the public.
The Nervii were one of the most warlike tribes of Celtic Gaul. Caesar
almost annihilated them in 57 B. C.
Pompey, once associated with Caesar in the government of Rome, was
afterwards at war with him. He was murdered by those who thought to
propitiate Caesar, but the latter wept when Pompey's head was sent to
him, and had the murderers put to death.
Statua is the Latin form of statue, in common use in Shakespeare's
time; this form is required here by the meter.
LXXVIII. THE ENGLISH CHARACTER.
William Hickling Prescott, 1796-1859, the historian, was the son of
William Prescott, an eminent jurist, and the grandson of Col. William
Prescott, who commanded the Americans at the battle of Bunker Hill. He
was born in Salem, Massachusetts, graduated at Harvard University in
1814, and died in Boston. Just as he was completing his college course,
the careless sport of a fellow-student injured one of his eyes so seriously
that he never recovered from it. He had intended to adopt law as his
profession; but, from his detective eyesight, he was obliged to choose
work in which he could regulate his hours of labor, and could employ the
aid of a secretary. He chose to be a historian; and followed his
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choice with wonderful system, perseverance, and success till the close of
his life. His works are: "The Reign of Ferdinand and Isabella," "The
Conquest of Mexico," "The Conquest of Peru," "The Reign of Philip II,"
and a volume of "Miscellanies." He had not completed the history of
Philip at the time of his death. As a writer of history, Mr, Prescott ranks
with the first for accuracy, precision, clearness, and beauty of style. As a
man, he was genial, kind-hearted and even-tempered.
On the whole, what I have seen raises my preconceived estimate of the
English character. It is full of generous, true, and manly qualities; and 1
doubt if there ever was so high a standard of morality in an aristocracy
which has such means for self-indulgence at its command, and which
occupies a position that secures it so much deference. In general, they do
not seem to abuse their great advantages. The respect for religion--at least
for the forms of it— is universal, and there are few, I imagine, of the great
proprietors who are not more or less occupied with improving their
estates, and with providing for the comfort of their tenantry, while many
take a leading part in the great political movements of the time. There
never was an aristocracy which combined so much practical knowledge
and industry with the advantages of exalted rank.
The Englishman is seen to most advantage in his country home. For he
is constitutionally both domestic and rural in his habits. His fireside and
his farm--these are the places in which one sees his simple and warm-
hearted nature more freely unfolded. There is a shyness in an Englishman,
--a natural reserve, which makes him cold to strangers, and difficult to
approach. But once corner him in his own house, a frank and full
expansion will be given to his feelings that we should look for in vain in
the colder Yankee, and a depth not to be found in the light and superficial
Frenchman, --speaking of nationalities, not of individualities.
The Englishman is the most truly rural in his tastes and habits of any
people in the world. I am speaking of the higher classes. The aristocracy
of other countries affect
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the camp and the city. But the English love their old castles and country
seats with a patriotic love. They are fond of country sports. Every man
shoots or hunts. No man is loo old to be in the saddle some part of the
day, and men of seventy years and more follow the hounds, and, lake a
five-barred gate at a leap. The women are good whips, are fond of horses
and dogs, and other animals. Duchesses have their cows, their poultry,
their pigs, --all watched over and provided with accommodations of
Dutch-like neatness. All this is characteristic of the people. It may be
thought to detract something from the feminine graces which in other
lands make a woman so amiably dependent as to be nearly imbecile. But
it produces a healthy and blooming race of women to match the hardy
Englishman, --the finest development of the physical and moral nature
which the world has witnessed. For we are not to look on the English
gentleman as a mere Nimrod. With all his relish for field sports and
country usages, he has his house filled with collections of art and with
extensive libraries. The tables of the drawing-rooms are covered with the
latest works, sent down by the London publisher. Every guest is provided
with an apparatus for writing, and often a little library of books for his
own amusement. The English country gentleman of the present day is
anything but a Squire Western, though he does retain all his relish for
field sports.
The character of an Englishman, under its most refined aspect, has
some disagreeable points which jar unpleasantly on the foreigner not
accustomed to them. The consciousness of national superiority, combined
with natural feelings of independence, gives him an air of arrogance,
though it must be owned that this is never betrayed in his own house,— I
may almost say in his own country. But abroad, when he seems to
institute a comparison between himself and the people he is thrown with,
it becomes so obvious that he is the most unpopular, not to say odious.
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person in the world. Even the open hand with which he dispenses his
bounty will not atone for the violence he offers to national vanity.
There are other defects, which are visible even in his most favored
circumstances. Such is his bigotry, surpassing everything in a quiet
passive form, that has been witnessed since the more active bigotry of the
times of the Spanish Philips. Such, too, is the exclusive, limited range of
his knowledge and conceptions of all political and social topics and
relations. The Englishman, the cultivated Englishman, has no standard of
excellence borrowed from mankind- His speculation never travels beyond
his own liltle--great little--island. That is the world to him. True, he
travels, shoots lions among the Hottentots, chases the grizzly bear over
the Rocky Mountains, kills elephants in India and salmon on the coast of
Labrador, comes home, and very likely makes a book. But the scope of
his ideas does not seem to be enlarged by all this- The body travels, not
the mind. And, however he may abuse his own land, he returns home as
hearty a John Bull, with all his prejudices and national tastes as rooted, as
before. The English--the men of forlune--all travel. Yet how little
sympathy they show for other people or institutions, and how slight is the
interest they lake in them! They are islanders, cut off from the great
world- But their island is, indeed, a world of its own. With all their faults,
never has the sun shone— if one may use the expression in reference to
England--an a more noble race, or one that has done more for the great
interests of humanity.
NOTES. --Nimrod is spoken of in Genesis {x. 9) as "a mighty hunter."
Thus the name came to be applied to any one devoted to hunting.
Squire Western is a character in Fielding's "Tom Jones." He is
represented as an ignorant, prejudiced, irascible, but, withal, a jolly, good-
humored English country gentleman-
6.-J9.
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LXXIX. THE SONG OF THE POTTER.
Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round.
Without a pause, without a sound:
So spins the flying world away!
This clay, well mixed with marl and sand.
Follows the motion of my hand;
For some must follow, and some command,
Though all are made of clay!
Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or slay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain.
The rain to mist and cloud again.
To-morrow be to-dav.
Turn, turn, my wheel! All life is brief;
What now is bud will soon be leaf.
What now is leaf will soon decay;
The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
The blue eggs in the robin's nest
Will soon have wings and beak and breast,
And flutter and fly away.
Turn, turn, my wheel! This earthen jar
A touch can make, a touch can mar;
And shall it to the Potter say.
What makest thou? Thou hast no hand?
As men who think to understand
A world by their Creator planned.
Who wiser is than they.
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Turn, turn, my wheel! Tis nature's plan
The child should grow into the man,
The man grow wrinkled, old, and gray;
In youth the heart exults and sings,
The pulses leap, the feet have wings;
In age the cricket chirps, and brings
The harvest home of day.
Turn, turn, ray wheel! The human race,
Of every tongue, of every place,
Caucasian, Coptic, or Malay,
All thai inhabit this great earth.
Whatever be their rank or worth.
Are kindred and allied by birth,
And made of the same clay.
Turn, turn, my wheel! What is begun
At daybreak must at dark be done.
To-morrow will be another day;
To-morrow the hot furnace flame
Will search the heart and try the frame.
And stamp with honor or with shame
These vessels made of clay.
Stop, stop, my wheel! Too soon, too soon
The noon will be the afternoon.
Too soon to-day be yesterday;
Behind us in our path we cast
The broken potsherds of the past.
And all are ground to dust at last.
And trodden into clay.
--Longfellow,
NOTE---Coptic was formerly the language of Egypt, and is preserved
in the inscriptions of the ancient monuments found there; it has now given
place entirely to Arabic.
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LXXX. A HOT DAY IN NEW YORK,
William Dean Howells, 1837--, was born in Belmont County,
Ohio. In boyhood he learned the printer's trade, at which he worked for
several years. He published a volume of poems in I860, in connection
with John J. Piatt. From 1861 to 1865 he was United Slates Consul at
Venice. On his return he resided for a lime in New York City, and was
one of the editors of the "Nation," In 1871 he was appointed editor in
chief of the "Atlantic Monthly/' He held the position ten years, and then
retired in order to devote himself to his own writings. Since then, he has
been connected with other literary magazines-
Mr. Howells has written several books: novels and sketches: his
writings are marked by an artistic finish, and a keen but subtile humor.
The following selection is an extract from "Their Wedding Journey."
When they alighted, they took their way up through one of the streets of
the great wholesale businesses, to Broadway. On this street was a throng
of trucks and wagons, lading and unlading; bales and boxes rose and sank
by pulleys overhead; the footway was a labyrinth of packages of every
shape and size; there was no flagging of the pitiless energy that moved all
forward, no sign of how heavy a weight lay on it, save in the reeking
faces of its helpless instruments.
It was four o'clock, the deadliest hour of the deadly summer day- The
spiritless air seemed to have a quality of blackness in it, as if filled with
the gloom of low-hovering wings. One half the street lay in shadow, and
one half in sun; but the sunshine itself was dim, as if a heat greater than
its own had smitten it with languor. Little gusts of sick, warm wind blew
across the great avenue at the corners of the intersecting streets. In the
upward distance, at which the journeyers looked, the loftier roofs and
steeples lifted themselves dim out of the livid atmosphere, and far up and
down the length of the street swept a stream of tormented life-
All sorts of wheeled things thronged it, conspicuous among which
rolled and jarred the gaudily painted stages, with quivering horses driven
each by a man who sat in the shade of a branching, while umbrella, and
suffered with a
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moody truculence of aspect, and as if he harbored the bitterness of death
in his heart for the crowding passengers within, when one of them pulled
the strap about his legs, and summoned him to hall.
Most of the foot passengers kept to the shady side, and to the
unaccustomed eyes of the strangers they were not less in number than at
any other time, though there were fewer women among them.
Indomitably resolute of soul, they held their course with the swift pace of
custom, and only here and there they showed the effect of the heat.
One man, collarless, with waistcoat unbuttoned, and hat set far back
from his forehead, waved a fan before his death-white, flabby face, and
set down one foot after the other with the heaviness of a somnambulist.
Another, as they passed him, was saying huskily to the friend at his side,
"1 can't stand this much longer. My hands tingle as if they had gone to
sleep; my heart--" But still the multitude hurried on, passing, repassing,
encountering, evading, vanishing into shop doors, and emerging from
them, dispersing down the side streets, and swarming out of them.
It was a scene that possessed the beholder with singular fascination, and
in its effect of universal lunacy, it might well have seemed the last phase
of a world presently to be destroyed. They who were in it, but not of it, as
they fancied— though there was no reason for this--looked on it amazed,
and at last their own errands being accomplished, and themselves so far
cured of the madness of purpose, they cried with one voice that it was a
hideous sight, and strove to take refuge from it in the nearest place where
the soda fountain sparkled.
It was a vain desire. At the front door of the apothecary's hung a
thermometer, and as they entered they heard the next comer cry out with a
maniacal pride in the affliction laid upon mankind, "Ninety-seven
degrees!" Behind them, at the door, there poured in a ceaseless stream
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of people, each pausing at the shrine of heat, before he tossed off the
hissing draught that two pale, close-clipped boys served them from either
side of the fountain. Then, in the order of their coming, they issued
through another door upon the side street, each, as he disappeared, turning
his face half round, and casting a casual glance upon a little group near
another counter.
The group was of a very patient, half-frightened, half-puzzled looking
gentleman who sat perfectly still on a stool, and of a lady who stood
beside him, rubbing all over his head a handkerchief full of pounded ice,
and easing one hand with the other when the first became tired. Basil
drank his soda, and paused to look upon this group, which he felt would
commend itself to realistic sculpture as eminently characteristic of the
local life, and, as "The Sunstroke," would sell enormously in the hot
season.
"Better take a little more of that," the apothecary said, looking up from
his prescription, and, as the organized sympathy of the seemingly
indifferent crowd, smiling very kindly at his patient, who thereupon tasted
something in the glass he held.
"Do you still feel like fainting?" asked the humane authority. "Slightly,
now and then," answered the other, "but Tm hanging on hard to the
bottom curve of that icicled S on your soda fountain, and I feel that I'm all
right as long as I can see that. The people get rather hazy occasionally,
and have no features to speak of. But I do n't know that I look very
impressive myself," he added in the jesting mood which seems the natural
condition of Americans in the face of an embarrassments.
"Oh, you'll do!" the apothecary answered, with a laugh; but he said, in
an answer to an anxious question from the lady, "He mustn't be moved for
an hour yet," and gayly pestled away at a prescription, while she resumed
her office of grinding the pounded ice round and round upon her
husband's skull. Isabel offered her the commiseration of
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friendly words, and of looks kinder yet, and then, seeing that they could
do nothing, she and Basil fell into the endless procession, and passed out
of the side door.
"What a shocking thing," she whispered, "Did you see how all the
people looked, one after another, so indifferently at that couple, and
evidently forgot them the next instant? It was dreadful. I should n't like to
have you sun-struck in New York."
"That's very considerate of you; but place for place, if any accident
must happen to me among strangers, I think 1 should prefer to have it in
New York. The biggest place is always the kindest as well as the cruelesl
place. Amongst the thousands of spectators the good Samaritan as well as
the Levite would be sure to be. As for a sunstroke, it requires peculiar
gifts. But if you compel me to a choice in the matter, then I say give me
the busiest part of Broadway for a sunstroke. There is such experience of
calamity there that you could hardly fall the first victim to any
misfortune."
LXXXL DISCONTENT, "AN ALLEGORY.
Joseph Addison, 1672-1719, the brilliant essayist and poet, has long
occupied an exalted place in English literature. He was the son of an
English clergyman, was born in Wiltshire, and educated at Oxford; he
died at "Holland House" {the property of his wile, to whom he had been
married but about two years), and was buried in Westminster Abbey.
Several years of his life were spent in the political affairs of his lime, he
held several public offices, and was, for ten years, a member of
Parliament- His fame as an author rests chiefly upon his "Hymns," his
tragedy of "Cato," and his "Essays" contributed principally to the "Taller"
and the "Spectator." The excellent style of his essays, their genial wit and
sprightly humor, made them conspicuous in an age when coarseness,
bitterness, and exaggeration deformed the writings of the most eminent:
and these characteristics have given them an unquestioned place among
the classics of our language.
Mr. Addison was shy and diffident, but genial and lovable; his moral
character was above reproach, excepting that he is said to have been too
fond of wine.
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It is a celebrated thought of Socrates, that if all the misfortunes of
mankind were cast into a public stock, in order to be equally distributed
among the whole species, those who now think themselves the most
unhappy, would prefer the share they are already possessed of before that
which would fall to them by such a division. Horace has carried this
thought a great deal farther, and supposes that the hardships or
misfortunes we lie under, are more easv to us than those of anv other
person would be, in case we could change conditions with him.
As I was ruminating on these two remarks, and seated in my
elbowchair, I insensibly fell asleep; when, on a sudden, methought there
was a proclamation made by Jupiter, that every mortal should bring in his
griefs and calamities, and throw them together in a heap. There was a
large plain appointed for this purpose. 1 took my stand in the center of it,
and saw, with a great deal of pleasure, the whole human species marching
one after another, and throwing down their several loads, which
immediately grew up into a prodigious mountain, that seemed to rise
above the clouds.
There was a certain lady of a thin, airy shape, who was very active in
this solemnity. She carried a magnifying glass in one of her hands, and
was clothed in a loose, flowing robe, embroidered with several figures of
fiends and specters, that discovered themselves in a thousand chimerical
shapes as her garment hovered in the wind. There was something wild
and distracted in her looks. Her name was Fancy. She led up every mortal
to the appointed place, after having officiously assisted him in making up
his pack, and laying it upon his shoulders. My heart melted within me to
see my fellow-creatures groaning under their respective burdens, and to
consider that prodigious bulk of human calamities which lay before me.
There were, however, several persons who gave me great diversion
upon this occasion. I observed one bringing in a
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fardel, very carefully concealed under an old embroidered cloak, which,
upon his throwing il into the heap, I discovered to be poverty. Another,
after a great deal of puffing, threw down his luggage, which, upon
examining, 1 found to be his wife-
There were multitudes of lovers saddled with very whimsical burdens,
composed of darts and flames; but, what was very odd, though they
sighed as if their hearts would break under these bundles of calamities,
they could not persuade themselves to cast them into the heap, when they
came up to il; but, after a few faint efforts, shook their heads, and
marched away as heavy loaden as they came.
I saw multitudes of old women throw down their wrinkles, and several
young ones who stripped themselves of a tawny skin. There were very
great heaps of red noses, large lips, and rusty teeth. The truth of it is, I
was surprised to see the greatest part of the mountain made up of bodily
deformities. Observing one advancing toward the heap with a larger cargo
than ordinary upon his back, I found, upon his near approach, that it was
only a natural hump, which he disposed of with great joy of heart among
this collection of human miseries.
There were, likewise, distempers of all sorts, though I could not but
observe that there were many more imaginary than real. One little packet
I could not but take notice of, which was a complication of all the
diseases incident to human nature, and was in the hand of a great many
fine people. This was called the spleen. But what most of all surprised me
was, that there was not a single vice or folly thrown into the whole heap:
at which I was very much astonished, having concluded within myself
that everyone would take this opportunity of getting rid of his passions,
prejudices, and frailties.
I took notice in particular of a very profligate fellow, who, I did not
question, came loaden with his crimes, but
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upon searching into his bundle, i found that instead of throwing his guilt
from him, he had only laid down his memory. He was followed by
another worthless rogue, who flung away his modesty instead of his
ignorance.
When the whole race of mankind had thus cast their burdens, the
phantom which had been so busy on this occasion, seeing me an idle
spectator of what passed, approached toward me. I grew uneasy at her
presence, when, of a sudden, she held her magnifying glass full before my
eyes. I no sooner saw my face in it, but was startled at the shortness of it,
which now appeared to me in its utmost aggravation. The immoderate
breadth of the features made me very much out of humor with my own
countenance, upon which I threw it from me like a mask. It happened
very luckily that one who stood by me had just before thrown down his
visage, which, it seems, was too long for him. It was, indeed, extended to
a most shameful length; I believe the very chin was, modestly speaking,
as long as my whole face. We had both of us an opportunity of mending
ourselves; and all the contributions being now brought in, every man was
at liberty to exchange his misfortunes for those of another person.
As we stood round the heap, and surveyed the several materials of
which it was composed, there was scarcely a mortal in this vast multitude
who did not discover what he thought pleasures and blessings of life, and
wondered how the owners of them ever came to look upon them as
burthens and grievances. As we were regarding very attentively this
confusion of miseries, this chaos of calamity, Jupiter issued out a second
proclamation, that everyone was now at liberty to exchange his affliction,
and to return to his habitation with any such other bundle as should be
delivered to him. Upon this. Fancy began again to bestir herself, and,
parceling out the whole heap with incredible activity, recommended to
everyone his particular packet. The hurry and confusion at this time was
not to be expressed.
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Some observations, which I made upon the occasion, I shall communicate
to the public.
A venerable, gray-headed man, who had laid down the colic, and who, T
found, wanted an heir to his estate, snatched up an unduliful son that had
been thrown into the heap by an angry father. The graceless youth, in less
than a quarter of an hour, pulled the old gentleman by the beard, and had
liked to have knocked his brains out; so that meeting the true father, who
came toward him with a fit of the gripes, he begged him to take his son
again, and give him back his colic; but they were incapable, either of
them, to recede from the choice they had made. A poor galley slave, who
had thrown down his chains, took up the gout in their stead, but made
such wry faces that one might easily perceive he was no great gainer by
the bargain.
The female world were very busy among themselves in bartering for
features; one was trucking a lock of gray hairs for a carbuncle; and
another was making over a short waist for a pair of round shoulders; but
on all these occasions there was not one of them who did not think the
new blemish, as soon as she had got it into her possession, much more
disagreeable than the old one.
T must not omit my own particular adventure. My friend with the long
visage had no sooner taken upon him my short face, but he made such a
grotesque figure in it, that as I looked upon him, I could not forbear
laughing at myself, insomuch that I put my own face out of counlenance.
The poor gentleman was so sensible of the ridicule, that I found he was
ashamed of what he had done. On the other side, I found that I myself had
no great reason to triumph, for as I went to touch my forehead, I missed
the place, and clapped my finger upon my upper lip. Besides, as my nose
was exceedingly prominent, I gave it two or three unlucky knocks as I
was playing my hand about my face, and aiming at some other part of it.
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i saw two other gentlemen by me who were in the same ridiculous
circumstances. These had made a foolish swap between a couple of thick
bandy legs and two long trapslicks that had no calves to them. One of
these looked like a man walking upon stilts, and was so lifted up into the
air, above his ordinary height, that his head turned round with it, while the
other made such awkward circles, as he attempted to walk, that he
scarcely knew how to move forward upon his new supporters. Observing
him to be a pleasant kind of a fellow, I stuck my cane in the ground, and
told him I would lay him a bottle of wine that he did not march up to it on
a line that I drew for him, in a quarter of an hour.
The heap was at last distributed among the two sexes, who made a most
piteous sight, as they wandered up and down under the pressure of their
several burthens. The whole plain was filled with murmurs and
complaints, groans and lamentations. Jupiter, at length taking compassion
on the poor mortals, ordered them a second time to lay down their loads,
with a design to give everyone his own again. They discharged
themselves with a great deal of pleasure; after which, the phantom who
had led them into such gross delusions, was commanded to disappear.
There was sent in her stead a goddess of a quite different figure: her
motions were steady and composed, and her aspect serious but cheerful.
She every now and then cast her eyes toward heaven, and fixed them
upon Jupiter, Her name was Patience, She had no sooner placed herself
by the Mount of Sorrows, but, what I thought very remarkable, the whole
heap sunk to such a degree that it did not appear a third part so big as it
was before. She afterward returned every man his own proper calamity,
and, teaching him how to bear it in the most commodious manner, he
marched off with it contentedly, being very well pleased that he had not
been left to his own choice as to the kind of evil which fell to his lot.
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Beside the several pieces of morality to be drawn out of this vision, I
learnt from it never to repine at my own misfortunes, or to envy the
happiness of another, since it is impossible for any man to form a right
judgment of his neighbor's sufferings; for which reason, also, I have
determined never to think too lightly of another's complaints, but to
regard the sorrows of my fellow-creatures with sentiments of humanity
and compassion.
NOTES. -Horace (b. 65, d. 8 B. C.) was a celebrated Roman poet.
Jupiter, according lo mythology, was the greatest of the Greek and
Roman gods; he was thought to be the supreme ruler of both mortals and
immortals.
LXXXIL JUPITER AND TEN.
James T, Fields, 1817-1881, was born al Portsmouth, New
Hampshire. For many years he was partner in the well-known firm of
Ticknor & Fields (Later Fields, Osgood & Co,), the leading publishers of
standard American literature. For eight years, he was chief editor of the
"Atlantic Monthly;" and, after he left that position, he often enriched its
pages by the productions of his pen. During his latter years Mr. Fields
gained some reputation as a lecturer. His literary abilities were of no
mean order: but he did not do so much in producing literature himself, as
in aiding others in its production.
Mrs. Chub was rich and portly,
Mrs. Chub was very grand,
Mrs. Chub was alwavs reckoned
A lady in the land.
You shall see her marble mansion
In a very stately square,—
Mr. C. knows what it cost him,
But that's neither here nor there.
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Mrs. Chub was so sagacious.
Such a patron of the arts,
And she gave such foreign orders
That she won all foreign hearts.
Mrs. Chub was always talking,
When she went away from home.
Of a most prodigious painting
Which had just arrived from Rome.
"Such a treasure," she insisted,
"One might never see again!"
"What's the subject?" we inquired.
"It is Jupiter and Ten!"
"Ten what?" we blandly asked her
For the knowledge we did lack,
"Ah! that I can not tell you.
But the name is on the back.
"There it stands in printed letters,--
Come to-morrow, gentlemen, --
Come and see our splendid painting.
Our fine Jupiter and Ten!"
When Mrs. Chub departed,
Our brains began to rack,--
She could not be mistaken
For the name was on the back.
So we begged a great Professor
To lay aside his pen.
And give some information
Touching "Jupiter and Ten."
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And we pondered well the subject,
And our Lempriere we turned,
To find out who the Ten were;
But we could not, though we burned.
But when we saw the picture, --
OMrs. Chub! Oh, fie! O!
We perused the printed label,
And 'I was JUPITER AND lO!
NOTES. --John Lempriere, an Englishman, was the author of a
"Classical Dictionary" which until the middle of the present century was
the chief book of reference on ancient mythology.
lo is a mythical heroine of Greece, with whom Jupiter was enamored.
LXXXIII. SCENE EROM "THE POOR GENTLEMAN/'
George Col man, 1762-1836, was the son of George Col man, a writer of
dramas, who in 1777 purchased the "Haymarket Theater," in London.
Owing to the illness of the father, Colman the younger assumed the
management of the theater in 1785, which post he held for a long time.
He was highly distinguished as a dramatic author and wit. "The Poor
Gentleman," from which the following selection is adapted, is perhaps the
best known of his works.
SIR ROBERT BRAMBLE and HUMPHREY DOBBINS.
Sir R, Til tell you what, Humphrey Dobbins, there is not a syllable of
sense in all you have been saying. But I suppose you will maintain there
is.
Hum, Yes.
Sir R. Yes! Is that the way you talk to me, you old boor? What's my
name?
Hum. Robert Bramble.
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Sir R. An't I a baronel? Sir Robert Bramble, of Blackberry Hall, in the
county of Kent? T is time you should know it, for you have been my
clumsy, two-fisted valet these thirty years: can you deny that?
Hum. Hem!
Sir R. Hem? What do you mean by hem? Open that rusty door of your
mouth, and make your ugly voice walk out of it. Why don't you answer
my question?
Hum. Because, if I contradict you, I shall tell you a lie, and whenever I
agree with you, you are sure to fall out.
Sir R, Humphrey Dobbins. I have been so long endeavoring to beat a
few brains into your pate that all your hair has lumbJed off before my
point is carried.
Hum. What then? Our parson says my head is an emblem of both our
honors.
Sir R, Ay; because honors, like your head, are apt to be empty.
Hum. No; but if a servant has grown bald under his master's nose, it
looks as if there was honesty on one side, and regard for it on the other.
Sir R, Why, to be sure, old Humphrey, you are as honest as a— pshaw!
the parson means to palaver us; but, to return to my position, 1 tell you 1
do n't like your flat contradiction.
Hum, Yes, you do.
Sir R, 1 tell you 1 don't. I only love to hear men's arguments. I hate their
flummery.
Hum, What do you call flummery?
Sir R, Flattery, blockhead! a dish too often served up by paltry poor
men to paltry rich ones.
Hum, I never serve it up to you.
Sir R. No, you give me a dish of a different description.
Hum. Hem! what is it?
Sir R. Sauerkraut, you old crab.
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Hum. I have held you a stout tug at argument this many a year.
Sir R. And yet I couid never teach you a syllogism. Now mind, when a
poor man assents to what a rich man says, I suspect he means to flatter
him: now I am rich, and hate flattery. Ergo--v/hGn a poor man subscribes
to my opinion, I hate him.
Hum. That's wrong.
Sir R. Very welJ; negatur; now prove it.
Hum. Put the case then, I am a poor man.
Sir R. You an't, you scoundrel. You know you shall never want while I
have a shilling.
Hum. Bless you!
Sir R. Pshaw! Proceed.
Hum. Well, then, I am a poor--I must be a poor man now, or I never
shall get on.
Sir R. Well, get on, be a poor man.
Hum. I am a poor man, and I argue with you, and convince you, you are
wrong; then you call yourself a blockhead, and I am of your opinion:
now, that's no flattery.
Sir R. Why, no; but when a man's of the same opinion with me, he puts
an end to the argument, and that puts an end to the conversation, and so I
hate him for that. But where's my nephew Frederic?
Hum. Been out these two hours.
Sir R. An unduliful cub! Only arrived from Russia last night, and
though I told him to stay at home till 1 rose, he's scampering over the
fields like a Calmuck Tartar.
Hum. He's a fine fellow.
Sir R. He has a touch of our family. Don't you think he is a little like
me, Humphrey?
Hum. No, not a bit; you are as ugly an old man as ever I clapped my
eyes on.
Sir R. Now that's plaguy impudent, but there's no
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flattery in it, and il keeps up the independence of argument. His father,
my brother Job, is of as tame a spirit--Humphrey, you remember my
brother Job?
Hum. Yes, you drove him to Russia five and twenty years ago.
Sir R. I did not drive him.
Hum. Yes, you did. You would never let him be at peace in the way of
argument.
Sir R. At peace! Zounds, he would never go to war.
Hum. He had the merit to be calm.
Sir R. So has a duck pond. He was a bit of still life; a chip; weak water
gruel; a tame rabbit, boiled to rags, without sauce or salt. He received my
arguments with his mouth open, like a poorbox gaping for half-pence,
and, good or bad, he swallowed them all without any resistance. We could
n't disagree, and so we parted.
Hum. And the poor, meek gentleman went to Russia for a quiet life.
Sir R. A quiet life! Why, he married the moment he got there, tacked
himself to the shrew relict of a Russian merchant, and continued a
speculation with her in furs, flax, potashes, tallow, linen, and leather;
what's the consequence? Thirteen months ago he broke.
Hum. Poor soul, his wife should have followed the business for him.
Sir R. I fancy she did follow it, for she died just as he broke, and now
this madcap, Frederic, is sent over to me for protection. Poor Job, now he
is in distress, I must not neglect his son.
Hum. Here comes his son; that's Mr, Frederic.
Ett^^/- FREDERIC.
Ered. Oh, my dear uncle, good morning! Your park is nothing but
beauty.
Sir R. Who bid you caper over my beauty? I told you to stay in doors
till I got up.
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Fred. So you did, but 1 entirely forgot it.
Sir R. And pray, what made you forget it?
Fred. The sun.
Sir R. The sun! he's mad; you mean the moon, 1 believe.
Fred. Oh, my dear uncle, you don't know the effect of a fine spring
morning upon a fellow just arrived from Russia, The day looked bright,
trees budding, birds singing, the park was so gay that I took a leap out of
your old balcony, made your deer fly before me like the wind, and chased
them all around the park to get an appetite for breakfast, while you were
snoring in bed, uncle.
Sir R. Oh, oh! So the effect of English sunshine upon a Russian, is to
make him jump out of a balcony, and worry my deer.
Fred. I confess it had that influence upon me.
Sir R. You had better be influenced by a rich old uncle, unless you think
the sun likely to leave you a fat legacy.
Fred. I hate legacies-
Sir R. Sir, that's mighty singular. They are pretty solid tokens, at least.
Fred. Very melancholy tokens, uncle; they are the posthumous
dispatches Affection sends to Gratitude, to inform us we have lost a
gracious friend.
Sir R. How charmingly the dog argues!
Fred. But I own my spirits ran away with me this morning. I will obey
you better in future; for they tell me you are a very worthy, good sort of
old gentleman.
Sir R. Now who had the familiar impudence to lell you that?
Fred. Old rusty, there-
Sir R. Why Humphrey, you didn't?
Hum. Yes, but I did though,
Fred, Yes, he did, and on that score I shall be anxious to show you
obedience, for 't is as meritorious to attempt
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sharing a good man's heart, as it is paltry to have designs upon a rich
man's money. A noble nature aims its attentions full breast high, uncle; a
mean mind levels its dirty assiduities at the pocket.
Sir R. (Shaking him by the hand,} Jump out of every window 1 have in
my house; hunt my deer into high fevers, my fine fellow! Ay, that's right.
This is spunk, and plain speaking. Give me a man who is always flinging
his dissent to my doctrines smack in my teeth.
Fred. I disagree with you there, uncle.
Hum. And so do L
Fred, You! you forward puppy! If you were not so old, I'd knock you
down.
Sir R. I'll knock you down, if you do. I won't have my servants thumped
into dumb flattery.
Hum. Come, you are ruffled. Let us go to the business of the morning.
Sir R, I hate the business of the morning. Don't you see we are engaged
in discussion. I tell you, I hate the business of the morning.
Hum, No you don't.
SirR. Don't I? Why not?
Hum. Because 't is charity.
Sir R. Pshaw! Well, we must not neglect the business, if there be any
distress in the parish. Read the list, Humphrey.
Hum. (Taking out a paper and reading.) "Jonathan Huggins, of Muck
Mead, is put in prison for debt,"
Sir R. Why, it was only last week that Gripe, the attorney, recovered
two cottages for him by law, worth sixty pounds.
Hum. Yes, and charged a hundred for his trouble; so seized the cottages
for part of his bill, and threw Jonathan into jail for the remainder.
Sir R. A harpy! I must relieve the poor fellow's distress.
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Fred. And I must kick his attorney.
Hum. (Reading.) "The curate's horse is dead,"
Sir B. Pshaw! There's no distress in that.
Hum. Yes, there is, to a man that must go twenty miles every Sunday to
preach three sermons, for thirty pounds a year.
Sit, R. Why won't the vicar give him another nag?
Hum. Because 't is cheaper to get another curate ready mounted.
Sir R. Well, send him the black pad which I purchased last Tuesday,
and tell him to work him as long as he lives. What else have we upon the
list-^
Hum. Something out of the common; there's one Lieutenant
Worthington, a disabled officer and a widower, come to lodge at Farmer
Harrowby's, in the village; he is, il seems, very poor, and more proud than
poor, and more honest than proud.
Sir R. And so he sends to me for assistance?
Hum. He'd see you hanged first! No, he'd sooner die than ask you or any
man for a shilling! There's his daughter, and his wife's aunt, and an old
corporal that served in the wars with him, he keeps them all upon his half
pay.
Sir R. Starves them all, I'm afraid, Humphrey.
Fred. (Going.) Good morning, uncle.
Sir R. You rogue, where are you running now?
Fred. To talk with Lieutenant Worthington.
Sir R. And what may you be going to say to him?
Fred. I can't tell till I encounter him; and then, uncle, when I have an
old gentleman by the hand, who has been disabled in his country's
service, and is struggling to support his motherless child, a poor relation,
and a faithful servant, in honorable indigence, impulse will supply me
with words to express my sentiments.
Sir R. Stop, you rogue; I must be before you in this business.
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Fred, Thai depends on who can run the fastest; so, start fair, uncle, and
here goQS.—(Rttns out.)
Sir R. Stop, slop; why, Frederic— a jackanapes--to take my department
out of my hands! I'll disinherit the dog for his assurance.
Hum. No, you won't.
Sir R. Won't 1? Hang me if !— but we'll argue that point as we go. So,
come along Humphrey.
NOTES. -Ergo {pro. er'go) is a Latin word meaning therefore, Negatur
(pro. ne-ga'tur) is a Latin verb, and means it is denied.
The Tartars are a branch of the Mongolian race, embracing among
other tribes the Calmucks. The latter are a fierce, nomadic people
inhabiting parts of the Russian and Chinese empires.
LXXXIV. MY MOTHER'S PICTURE,
William Cowper, 1731-1800, was the son of an English clergyman;
both his parents were descended from noble families. He was always of a
gentle, timid disposition; and the roughness of his schoolfellows
increased his weakness in this respect. He studied law, and was admitted
to the bar, but never practiced his profession. When he was about thirty
years of age, he was appointed to a clerkship in the House of Lords, but
could not summon courage to enter upon the discharge of its duties. He
was so disturbed by this affair that he became insane, sought to destroy
himself, and had to be consigned to a private asylum. Soon after his
recovery, he found a congenial home in the family of the Rev. Mr,
Unwin. On the death of this gentleman, a few years later, he continued to
reside with his widow till her death, a short lime before that of Cowper.
Most of this time their home was at Olney. His first writings were
published in 1782. He wrote several beautiful hymns, "The Task," and
some minor poems. These, with his translations of Homer and his
correspondence, make up his published works. His life was always pure
and gentle; he took great pleasure in simple, natural objects, and in
playing with animals. His insanity returned from time to time, and
darkened his life at its close. When six years of age, he lost his mother;
and the following selection is part of a touching tribute to her memory,
written many years later.
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Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard them last.
My mother, when I learned that thou wast dead,
Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?
Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son.
Wretch even then, life's journey just begun?
Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss.
Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
Ah, that maternal smile! it answers--Yes!
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day;
I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away;
And, turning from my nursery window, drew
A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!
But was it such? It was. Where thou art gone.
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore.
The parting word shall pass my lips no more.
Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.
Oft gave me promise of thy quick return;
What ardently I wished, I long believed;
And, disappointed still, was still deceived;
By expectation, every day beguiled.
Dupe of to-morrow, even when a child.
Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went.
Till, all my slock of infant sorrows spent,
I learned at last submission to my lot;
But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
My boast is not that I deduce my birth
From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth;
But higher far my proud pretensions rise,--
The son of parents passed into the skies.
And now, farewell! Time, unrevoked, has run
His wonted course, yet what I wished is done.
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By Contemplation's help, not sought in vain,
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again;
To have renewed the joys that once were mine.
Without the sin of violating thine;
And, while the wings of Fancy still are free,
And I can view this mimic show of thee,
Time has but half succeeded in his theft,--
Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left,
LXXXV, DEATH OF SAMSON,
John Milton, 1608-1674, was born in London— eight years before the
greatest English poet, Shakespeare, died. His father followed the
profession of a scrivener, in which he acquired a competence. As a boy,
Milton was exceedingly studious, continuing his studies till midnight. He
graduated at Christ's College, Cambridge, where his singular beauty, his
slight figure, and his fastidious morality caused his companions to
nickname him "the lady of Christ's." On leaving college he spent five
years more in study, and produced his lighter poems. He then traveled on
the continent, returning about the lime the civil war broke out. For a time
he taught a private school, but soon threw himself with all the power of
his able and tried pen into the political struggle. He was the champion of
Parliament and of Cromwell for about twenty years. On the accession of
Charles IL, he concealed himself for a time, but was soon allowed to live
quietly in London. His eyesight had totally failed in 1654; but now, in
blindness, age, family affliction, and comparative poverty, he produced
his great work "Paradise Lost," In 1667 he sold the poem for 5 Pounds in
cash, with a promise of 10 Pounds more on certain contingencies; the sum
total received by himself and family for the immortal poem, was 23
Pounds, Later, he produced "Paradise Regained" and "Samson
Agonistes," from the latter of which the following extract is taken. Milton
is a wonderful example of a man, who, by the greatness of his own mind,
triumphed over trials, afflictions, hardships, and the evil influence of
bitter political controversy.
Occasions drew me early to this city;
And, as the gates I entered with sunrise.
The morning trumpets festival proclaimed
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Through each high street: little I had dispatched,
When all abroad was rumored that this day
Samson should be brought forth, to show the people
Proof of his mighty strength in feats and games.
I sorrowed at his captive state,
But minded not to be absent at that spectacle.
The building was a spacious theater
Half-round, on two main pillars vaulted high.
With seats where all the lords, and each degree
Of sort, might sit in order to behold;
The other side was open, where the throng
On banks and scaffolds under sky might stand:
I among these aloof obscurely stood.
The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice
Had filled their hearts with mirth, high cheer, and wine.
When to their sports they turned. Immediately
Was Samson as a public servant brought.
In their slate livery clad: before him pipes
And timbrels; on each side went arme'd guards;
Both horse and foot before him and behind,
Archers and slingers, cataphracts, and spears.
At sight of him the people with a shout
Rifted the air, clamoring their god with praise.
Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall.
He, patient, but undaunted, where they led him.
Came to the place; and what was set before him.
Which without help of eye might be essayed.
To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still performed
All with incredible, stupendous force.
None daring to appear antagonist.
At length for intermission sake, they led him
Between the pillars; he his guide requested.
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As overtired, to let him lean awhile
With both his arms on those two massy pillars.
That to the arche'd roof gave main support.
He unsuspicious led him; which when Samson
Felt in his arms, with head awhile inclined,
And eyes fast fixed, he stood, as one who prayed.
Or some great mailer in his mind revolved:
At last, with head erect, thus cried aloud:--
"Hilherlo, lords, what your commands imposed
I have performed, as reason was, obeying.
Not without wonder or delight beheld;
Now, of my own accord, such other trial
I mean to show you of my strength yel greater.
As with amaze shall strike all who behold."
This uttered, straining all his nerves, he bowed;
As with the force of winds and waters pent
When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars
With horrible convulsion to and fro
He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew
The whole roof after them with burst of thunder
Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, --
Lords, ladies, captains, counselors, or priests.
Their choice nobility and flower, not only
Of this, but each Philislian city round.
Met from all parts to solemnize this feast.
Samson, with these immixed, inevitably
Pulled down the same destruction on himself;
The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
NOTE. --The person supposed to be speaking is a Hebrew who
chanced to be present at Gaza when the, incidents related took place.
After the catastrophe he rushes to Manoah, the father of Samson, to
whom and his assembled friends he relates what he saw. (Cf. Bible,
Judges xvi, 23.)
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LXXXVI. AN EVENING ADVENTURE.
Not long since, a gentleman was traveling in one of the counties of
Virginia, and about the close of the day stopped at a public house to
obtain refreshment and spend the night. He had been there but a short
time, before an old man alighted from his gig, with the apparent intention
of becoming his fellow guest at the same house.
As the old man drove up, he observed that both the shafts of his gig
were broken, and that they were held together by withes, formed from the
bark of a hickory sapling. Our traveler observed further that he was
plainly clad, that his knee buckles were loosened, and that something like
negligence pervaded his dress. Conceiving him to be one of the honest
yeomanry of our land, the courtesies of strangers passed between them,
and they entered the tavern. It was about the same time, that an addition
of three or four young gentlemen was made to their number; most, if not
all of them, of the legal profession.
As soon as they became conveniently accommodated, the conversation
was turned, by one of the latter, upon the eloquent harangue which had
that day been displayed at the bar. It was replied by the other that he had
witnessed, the same day, a degree of eloquence no doubt equal, but it was
from the pulpit. Something like a sarcastic rejoinder was made as to the
eloquence of the pulpit, and a warm and able altercation ensued, in which
the merits of the Christian religion became the subject of discussion.
From six o'clock until eleven, the young champions wielded the sword of
argument, adducing with ingenuity and ability everything that could be
said pro and con.
During this protracted period, the old gentleman listened with the
meekness and modesty of a child, as if he were adding new information to
the stores of his own mind; or
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perhaps he was observing, with a philosophic eye, the facuhies of the
youthful mind, and how new energies are evolved by repeated action; or
perhaps, with patriotic emotion, he was reflecting upon the future
destinies of his country, and on the rising generation, upon whom those
future destinies must devolve; or, most probably, with a sentiment of
moral and religious feeling, he was collecting an argument which no art
would be "able to elude, and no force to resist." Our traveler remained a
spectator, and took no part in what was said.
At last one of the young men, remarking that it was impossible to
combat with long and established prejudices, wheeled around, and with
some familiarity exclaimed, "Well, my old gentleman, what think you of
these things?" "If," said the traveler, "a streak of vivid lightning had at
that moment crossed the room, their amazement could not have been
greater than it was from what followed," The most eloquent and
unanswerable appeal that he had ever heard or read, was made for nearly
an hour by the old gentleman. So perfect was his recollection, that every
argument urged against the Christian religion was met in the order in
which it was advanced. Hume's sophistry on the subject of miracles, was,
if possible, more perfectly answered than it had already been done by
Campbell. And in the whole lecture there was so much simplicity and
energy, pathos and sublimity, that not another word was uttered.
"An attempt to describe it," said the traveler, "would be an attempt to
paint the sunbeams." It was now a matter of curiosity and inquiry who the
old gentleman was. The traveler concluded that it was the preacher from
whom the pulpit eloquence was heard; but no, it was John Marshall, the
Chief Justice of the United States.
NOTES. -David Hume (b. 1711, d. 1776) was a celebrated Scotch
historian and essayist. His most important work is
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"The History of England," He was a skeptic in matters of religion, and
was a peculiarly subtle writer-
George Campbell (b. 1719, d. 1796) was a distinguished Scotch
minister. He wrote "A Dissertation on Miracles," ably answering Hume's
"Essay on Miracles."
John Marshall (b. 1755, d. 1835) was Chief Justice of the United
Stales from 1801 until his death. He was an eminent jurist, and wrote a
"Life of Washington," which made him famous as an author,
LXXXVII. THE BAREFOOT BOY,
John Greenleaf Whittier, 1807-1892, was born in Haverhill, Mass,,
and, with short intervals of absence, he always resided in that vicinity. His
parents were Friends or "Quakers," and he always held to the same faith.
He spent his boyhood on a farm, occasionally writing verses for the
papers even then. Two years of study in the academy seem to have given
him all the special opportunity for education that he ever enjoyed. In 1829
he edited a newspaper in Boston, and the next year assumed a similar
position in Hartford, For two years he was a member of the Massachusetts
legislature. In 1836 he edited an anti-slavery paper in Philadelphia, and
was secretary of the American Anti-Slavery Society,
Mr. Whittier wrote extensively both in prose and verse. During the
later years of his life he published several volumes of poems, and
contributed frequently to the pages of the "Atlantic Monthly." An earnest
opponent of slavery, some of his poems bearing on that subject are fiery
and even bitter; but, in general, their sentiment is gentle, and often
pathetic. As a poet, he took rank among those most highly esteemed by
his countrymen. "Snow-Bound," published in 1805, is one of the longest
and best of his poems. Several of his shorter pieces are marked by much
smoothness and sweetness.
Blessings on thee, little man.
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face.
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
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From my heart I give thee joy,--
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art, --the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging, at his side.
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Oh for boyhood's painless play.
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor's rules.
Knowledge never Jearned of schools.
Of the wild bee's morning chase.
Of the wild flower's time and place.
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell.
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the ground mole sinks his well
How the robin feeds her young.
How the oriole's nest is hung;
Where the whitest lilies blow.
Where the freshest berries grow.
Where the groundnut trails its vine.
Where the wood grape's clusters shine;
Of the black wasp's cunning way.
Mason of his walls of clay,
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans!—
For, eschewing books and tasks.
Nature answers all he asks;
Hand in hand with her he walks,
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Face to face with her he talks.
Part and parcel of her joy, --
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Oh for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon.
When all things I heard or saw
Me, their master, wailed for.
I was rich in flowers and trees.
Humming birds and honeybees;
For my sporl the squirrel played,
Plied the snouted mole his spade;
For my taste the blackberry cone
Purpled over hedge and slone;
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day and through the night.
Whispering at the garden wall.
Talked with me from fall to fall;
Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond.
Mine the walnut slopes beyond,
Mine, on bending orchard trees.
Apples of Hesperides!
Still, as my horizon grew.
Larger grew my riches too;
All the world I saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy.
Fashioned for a barefoot boy!
Oh for festal dainties spread.
Like my bowl of milk and bread, --
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood.
On the doorstone, gray and rude!
O'er me, like a regal tent,
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent.
Purple-curtained, fringed with gold.
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Looped in many a wind-swung fold;
While for music came the play
Of the pied frog's orchestra;
And to light the noisy choir,
Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
I was monarch: pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!
Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Though the flinty slopes be hard,
Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisms of the dew;
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat:
All too soon these feel must hide
In the prison cells of pride.
Lose the freedom of the sod,
Like a colt's for work be shod.
Made to tread the mills of toil.
Up and down in ceaseless moil:
Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground;
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin.
Ah! that thou shouldst know thy joy
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!
NOTE, --The Hesperides, in Grecian mythology, were four sisters
(some traditions say three, and others, seven) who guarded the golden
apples given to Juno as a wedding present. The locality of the garden of
the Hesperides is a disputed point with mythologists.
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LXXXVIIL THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS.
James Henry Leigh Hunt, 1784-1859. Leigh Hunt, as he is commonly
called, was prominent before the public for fifty years as "a writer of essays,
poems, plays, novels, and criticisms." He was born at Southgale, Middlesex,
England. His mother was an American lady. He began to write for the public
at a very early age. In 1808, In connection with his brother, he established
'The Examiner," a newspaper advocating liberal opinions in politics. For
certain articles offensive to the government, the brothers were fined 500
Pounds each and condemned to two years' imprisonment. Leigh fitted up his
prison like a boudoir, received his friends here, and wrote several works
during his confinement. Mr. Hunt was intimate with Byron, Shelley, Moore,
and Keats, and was associated with Byron and Shelley in the publication of a
political and literary journal. His last years were peacefully devoted to
literature, and in 1847 he received a pension from the government.
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport.
And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their side,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed:
And truly 'l was a gallant thing to see that crowning show.
Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.
Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar, they rolled on one another:
Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thunderous smother;
The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air:
Said Francis, then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."
6.-21.
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De Lorge's love o'erheard the king, --a beauteous, lively dame.
With smiling lips, and sharp, bright eyes, which always seemed the same;
She thought, "The Count, my lover, is brave as brave call be.
He surely would do wondrous things to show his love for me;
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;
I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine."
She dropped her glove to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;
He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild;
The leap was quick, return was quick, he soon regained his place.
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
"In faith," cried Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat;
"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that,"
NOTE. --King Francis. This is supposed to have been Francis I. of
France (b. 1494, d. 1547). He was devoted to sports of this nature.
LXXXIX. THE FOLLY OF INTOXICATION.
lago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cassio. Ay, past ail surgery.
lago. Marry, heaven forbid!
Cas, Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have
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lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what
remains is bestial. My reputation! lago, my reputation!
lago. As 1 am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily
wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle
and most false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
deserving: you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself
such a loser. What, ntan! there are ways to recover the general again. Sue
to him again, and he's yours.
Cas. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a
commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer.
Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse
fustian with one's own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou
hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
lago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he
done to you?
Cas. 1 know not,
lago. Is't possible?
Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but
nothing wherefore. Oh that men should put an enemy in their mouths to
steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and
applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
lago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
recovered?
Cas. It hath pleased the devil. Drunkenness, to give place to the devil.
Wrath; one unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise
myself.
lago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time, the place, and
the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not
befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
Cas. I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell
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me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer
would slop them all. To be now a sensble man, by and by a fool, and
presently a beast! Oh strange!— Every inordinate cup is unbJessed, and the
ingredient is a devil!
lago. Come, come; good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well
used; exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you think I
love you,
Cas. I have well approved it, sir,--I, drunk!
lago. You or any man living may be drunk at a time, man. I'll tell you
what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general. Confess yourself
freely to her; importune her help to put you in your place again. She is of
so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her
goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between
you and her husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any
lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was
before.
Cas. You advise me well.
lago, I protest in the sincerity of love and honest kindness-
Cas. I think it freely, and betimes in the morning, I will beseech the
virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me; 1 am desperate of my fortunes if
they check me here.
lago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant, I must to the watch.
Cas. Good night, honest lago.
Shakespeare, --Othello, Act ii. Scene iii.
NOTES. --lago is represented as a crafty, unscrupulous villain. He
applies for the position of lieutenant under Othello, but the latter has
already appointed Cassio--who is honest, but of a weak character— to that
position; he, however, makes lago his ensign. Then lago, to revenge
himself for
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this and other fancied wrongs, enters upon a systematic course of villainy,
part of which is to bring about the intoxication of Cassio, and his
consequent discharge from the lieutenancy.
The Hydra was a fabled monster of Grecian mythology, having nine
heads, one of which was immortal.
Desdemona was the wife of Othello.
XC. STARVED ROCK.
Francis Par km an, 1823-1893, the son of a clergyman of the same
name, was born in Boston, and graduated at Harvard University in 1844.
He spent more than twenty years in a careful study of the early French
explorations and settlements in America; and he published the fruits of his
labor in twelve large volumes. Although troubled with an affection of the
eyes, which sometimes wholly prevented reading or writing, his work was
most carefully and successfully done. His narratives are written in a clear
and animated style, and his volumes are a rich contribution to American
history.
The cliff called "Starved Rock," now pointed out to travelers as the
chief natural curiosity of the region, rises, steep on three sides as a castle
wall, to the height of a hundred and twenty-five feet above the river. In
front, it overhangs the water that washes its base; its western brow looks
down on the tops of the forest trees below; and on the east lies a wide
gorge, or ravine, choked with the mingled foliage of oaks, walnuts, and
elms; while in its rocky depths a little brook creeps down to mingle with
the river.
From the rugged trunk of the stunted cedar that leans forward from the
brink, you may drop a plummet into the river below, where the catfish
and the turtles may plainly be seen gliding over the wrinkled sands of the
clear and shallow current. The cliff is accessible only from the south,
where a man may climb up, not without difficulty, by a steep and narrow
passage. The top is about an acre in extent.
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Here, in the month of December, 1682, La Salle and Tonly began to
entrench themselves- They cut away the forest that crowned the rock,
built storehouses and dwellings of its remains, dragged timber up the
rugged pathway, and encircled the summit with a palisade. Thus the
winter was passed, and meanwhile the work of negotiation went
prosperously on. The minds of the Indians had been already prepared. In
La Salle they saw their champion against the Iroquois, the standing terror
of all this region. They gathered around his stronghold like the timorous
peasantry of the Middle Ages around the rock-built castle of their feudal
lord.
From the wooden ramparts of St. Louis, --for so he named his fort,--
high and inaccessible as an eagle's nest, a strange scene lay before his eye.
The broad, flat valley of the Illinois was spread beneath him like a map,
bounded in the distance by its low wall of wooded hills. The river wound
at his feet in devious channels among islands bordered with lofty trees;
then, far on the left, flowed calmly westward through the vast meadows,
till its glimmering blue ribbon was lost in hazy distance.
There had been a time, and that not remote, when these fair meadows
were a waste of death and desolation, scathed with fire, and strewn with
the ghastly relics of an Iroquois victory. Now, all was changed. La Salle
looked down from his rock on a concourse of wild human life. Lodges of
bark and rushes, or cabins of logs, were clustered on the open plain, or
along the edges of the bordering forests. Squaws labored, warriors
lounged in the sun, naked children whooped and gamboled on the grass.
Beyond the river, a mile and a half on the left, the banks were studded
once more with the lodges of the Illinois, who, to the number of six
thousand, had returned, since their defeat, to this their favorite dwelling
place. Scattered along the valley, among the adjacent hills, or over the
neighboring prairie, were the cantonments of a
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half score of other tribes, and fragments of tribes, gathered under the
protecting aegis of the French.
NOTES. --The curious elevation called Starved Rock is on the south
side of Illinois River, between La Salle and Ottawa. There is a legend
according to which it is said that over one hundred years ago, a party of
Illinois Indians took refuge here from the Pottawatomies; their besiegers,
however, confined them so closely that the whole party perished of
starvation, or, as some say, of thirst. From this circumstance the rock
takes its name.
La Salle {b. 1643, d, 1687) was a celebrated French e:qilorer and fur
trader. He established many forts throughout the Mississippi Valley, --
among them. Fort St. Louis, in 1683.
Tonty was an Italian, who formerly served in both the French army and
navy, and afterwards joined La Salle in his explorations.
XCL PRINCE HENRY AND FALSTAFF.
PRINCE HENRY and POINS, in a back room, in a tavern.
Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO.
Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been?
Falstaff. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! marry,
and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew
nether stocks, and mend them, and fool them, too, A plague of all
cowards! Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant? (He
drinks, and then continues.) You rogue, here's lime in this sack, loo; there
is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous man: yet a coward is
worse than a cup of sack with lime in it. A villainous coward! Go thy
ways, old Jack; die when thou will: if manhood, good manhood, be not
forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a sholten
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herring. There live not three good men unhanged, in England; and one of
them is fat and grows old; a bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; I
could sing psalms, or anything. A plague of all cowards, I say still.
Prince Henry. How now, woolsack? What mutter you?
FaL A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a
dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild
geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. You, Prince of Wales!
P, Henry. Why, you baseborn dog! What's the matter?
Fal. Are you not a coward? Answer me to tliat; and Poins there?
Poins. Ye fat braggart, an ye call me coward, I'll stab thee.
Fal. I call thee coward? Til see thee gibbeted ere 1 call ihee coward: but
I would give a thousand pounds I could run as fast as thou cansl. You are
straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back: call
you thai backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give me
them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack. I am a rogue, if I have
drunk to-day.
P. Henry. O villain! thy lips ate scarce wiped since thou drunkest last.
Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, still say L (He drinks.)
P. Henry. What's the matter?
Fal. What's the matter! There be four of us here have ta'en a thousand
pounds this morning.
P. Henry. Where is it. Jack? where is it?
Fal. Where is il? Taken from us it is; a hundred upon poor four of us.
P. Henry. What! a hundred, man?
Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
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dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by miracle. I am eight
times ihrusl through the doublet; four, through the hose; my buckler cut
through and through; my sword hacked like a handsaw; look here! (shows
his sword.) 1 never dealt better since I was a man; all would not do. A
plague of all cowards! Let them speak (pointing to GADSHILL,
BARDOLPH, and PETO); if they speak more or less than truth, they are
villains and the sons of darkness.
P. Henry, Speak, sirs; how was it?
GadshilL We four set upon some dozen--
FaL Sixteen, at least, my lord.
Gad. And bound them,
Peta. No, no, they were not bound.
FaL You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I am a Jew,
else--an Ebrew Jew.
Gad, As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--
FaL And unbound the rest; and then come in the other.
P. Henry, What! fought ye with them all?
FaL All? I know not what ye call all; but if I fought not with fifty of
them, I am a bunch of radish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon
poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature.
P, Henry. Pray heaven, you have not murdered some of them,
FaL Nay, that's past praying for; for I have peppered two of them; two I
am sure I have paid; two rogues in buckram suits, I tell thee what, Hal, if I
tell thee a lie, spit in my face, and call me a horse. Thou knowest my old
ward; (he draws his sword and stands if about to fight) here I lay, and
thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--
P, Henry. What! four? Thou saidst but two even now.
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FaL Four, Hal; I told thee four.
Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.
Fal. These four came all afrotit, and mainly thrust at me, I made no
more ado, but took all their seven points in my target, thus.
P. Henry, Seven? Why, there were but four, even now.
FaL In buckram?
Poins, Ay, four, in buckram suits.
FaL Seven, by these hills, or I am a villain else.
P. Henry. Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.
FaL Dost thou hear me, Hal?
P, Henry, Ay, and mark thee, too. Jack.
FaL Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine in buckram, that I
told thee of—
P. Henry, So, two more already.
FaL Their points being broken, began to give me ground; but I followed
me close, came in foot and hand; and, with a thought, seven of the eleven
I paid.
P. Henry. O, monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!
FaL But three knaves, in Kendal green, came at my back, and let drive
at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand.
P. Henry. These lies are like the father of them; gross as a mountain,
open, palpable. Why, thou clay-brained, nott-pated fool; thou greasy
tallow keech--
FaL What! Art thou mad! Art thou mad? Is not the truth the truth?
P. Henry. Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green,
when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand? Come, tell us your
reason; what sayest thou to this?
Poins, Come, your reason. Jack, your reason.
FaL What, upon compulsion? No, were I at the strap-
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pado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion.
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
blackberries, I would give no man a reason on compulsion, L
P. Henry, I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: this sanguine coward, this
horseback breaker, this huge hill of flesh--
FaL Away! you starveling, you eel skin, you dried neat's tongue, you
stockfish! Oh for breath to utter what is like thee!--you tailor's yard, you
sheath, you bow case, you—
P. Henry, Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again; and when thou hast
tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this.
Poins. Mark, Jack,
P. Henry, We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were
masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down-
Then did we two set on you four, and with a word outfaced you from your
prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house, --And,
Falslaff, you carried yourself away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and
roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard a calf. What a
slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in
fight! What trick, what device, what starting hole, canst thou now find out
to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?
Poins, Come, let's hear. Jack. What trick hast thou now?
Fai Why, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, bear ye, my
masters: was it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon the
true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules; but beware
instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince; instinct is a great matter; I
was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during
my life; I for
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a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, lads, I am glad you have the
money. Hostess, clap to the doors. Walch to-night, pray lo-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold; all the titles of good-fellowship come
to you! What! shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore?
P. Henry. Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.
FaL Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovesl me!
Shakespeare. -Henry IV, Part I, Act ii, Scene iv,
NOTES. --The lime is a fruit allied to the lemon, but smaller, and more
intensely sour.
The strappado was an instrument of torture by which the victim's
limbs were wrenched out of joint and broken,
Hercules is a hero of fabulous history, remarkable for his great strength
and wonderful achievements,
XCIL STUDIES.
Sir Francis Bacon, 1561-1626. This eminent man was the youngest
son of Sir Nicholas Bacon, lord keeper of the seal in the early part of
Elizabeth's reign, and Anne Bacon, one of the most learned women of the
time, daughter of Sir Anthony Cooke. He was born in London, and
educated at Cambridge. He was a laborious and successful student, but
even in his boyhood conceived a great distrust of the methods of study
pursued at the seats of learning, --methods which he exerted his great
powers to correct in his maturer years. Much of his life was spent in the
practice of law, in the discharge of the duties of high office, and as a
member of Parliament; but, to the end of life, he busied himself with
philosophical pursuits, and he will be known to posterity chiefly for his
deep and clear writings on these subjects. His constant direction in
philosophy is to break away from assumption and tradition, and to be led
only by sound induction based on a knowledge of observed phenomena.
His "Novum Organum" and "Advancement of Learning" embody his
ideas on philosophy and the true methods of seeking knowledge.
Bacon rose to no very great distinction during the reign of Elizabeth;
but, under James 1, he was promoted to positions of great honor and
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influence. In 1618 he was made Baron of Verulam; and, three years later,
he was made Viscount of St. Albans, During much of his life. Bacon was
in pecuniary straits, which was doubtless one reason of his downfall; for,
in 1621, he was accused of taking bribes, a charge to which he pleaded
guilty. His disgrace followed, and he passed the last years of his life in
retirement- Among the distinguished names in English literature, none
stands higher in his department than that of Francis Bacon.
Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use
for delight is in privateness, and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse;
and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business; for expert
men can execute, and perhaps judge of the particulars, one by one; but the
general counsels, and the plots and marshaling of affairs, come best from
those that are learned.
To spend too much lime in studies, is sloth; to use them loo much for
ornament, is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules, is the
humor of a scholar; they perfect nature and are perfected by experience--
for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study; and
studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they
be bounded in by experience. Crafty men contemn studies, simple men
admire them, and wise men use them, for they teach not their own use;
but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted,
nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are
to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and
digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be
read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with
diligence and attention. Some books also may he read by deputy, and
extracts made of them by others; but that would be only in the less
important arguments, and the meaner sort of books; else distilled books
are like common distilled waters, flashy things.
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Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an
exact man; and, therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great
memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read
little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he dolh not.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural
philosophy, deep; moral philosophy, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to
contend.
XCIII. SURRENDER OF GRANADA.
Sir Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, 1806-1873, was born in
Norfolk County, England. His father died when he was young; his mother
was a woman of strong literary tastes, and did much to form her son's
mind. In 1844, by royal license, he look the surname of Lytton from his
mother's family. Bulwer graduated at Cambridge. He began lo publish in
1826, and his novels and plays followed rapidly. "Pelham," "The
Caxlons," "My Novel," "What will he do with it?" and "Kenelm
Chillingly" are among the best known of his numerous novels; and "The
Lady of Lyons" and "Richelieu" are his most successful plays. His novels
are extensively read on the continent, and have been translated into most
of the languages spoken there, "Leila, or the Siege of Granada," from
which this selection is adapted, was published in 1840.
Day dawned upon Granada, and the beams of the winter sun, smiling
away the clouds of the past night, played cheerily on the murmuring
waves of the Xenil and the Darro, Alone, upon a balcony commanding a
view of the beautiful landscape, stood Boabdil, the last of the Moorish
kings. He had sought to bring to his aid all the lessons of the philosophy
he had cultivated.
"What are we," thought the musing prince, "that we should fill the
world with ourselves--we kings? Earth resounds with the crash of my
falling throne; on the ear of races unborn the echo will live prolonged.
But what have I lost? Nothing that was necessary to my happiness, my
repose: nothing save the source of all my wretchedness, the Marah of my
life! Shall 1 less enjoy heaven and earth,
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or thought or action, or man's more material luxuries of food or sleep--the
common and the cheap desires of all? Arouse thee, then, O heart within
me! Many and deep emotions of sorrow or of joy are yet left to break the
monotony of existence. . . . But it is time to depart." So saying, he
descended to the court, flung himself on his barb, and, with a small and
saddened train, passed through the gate which we yet survey, by a
blackened and crumbling lower, overgrown with vines and ivy; thence,
amidst gardens now appertaining to the convent of the victor faith, he
took his mournful and unwitnessed way.
When he came to the middle of the hill that rises above those gardens,
the steel of the Spanish armor gleamed upon him, as the detachment sent
to occupy the palace marched over the summit in steady order and
profound silence. At the head of this vanguard, rode, upon a snow-white
palfrey, the Bishop of Avila, followed by a long train of barefooted
monks. They halted as Boabdil afproached, and the grave bishop saluted
him with the air of one who addresses an infidel and inferior. With the
quick sense of dignity common to the great, and yet more to the fallen,
Boabdil felt, but resented not, the pride of the ecclesiastic. "Go,
Christian," said he, mildly, "the gates of the Alhambra are open, and
Allah has bestowed the palace and the city upon your king; may his
virtues atone the faults of Boabdil!" So saying, and waiting no answer, he
rode on without looking to the right or the left. The Spaniards also
pursued their way.
The sun had fairly risen above the mountains, when Boabdil and his
train beheld, from the eminence on which they were, the whole armament
of Spain; and at the same moment, louder than the tramp of horse or the
clash of arms, was heard distinctly the solemn chant of Te Deitm, which
preceded the blaze of the unfurled and lofty standards. Boabdil, himself
still silent, heard the groans and exclamations of his train; he turned to
cheer or chide
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them, and then saw, from his own watchtower, with the sun shining full
upon its pure and dazzling surface, the silver cross of Spain. His
Alhambra was already in the hands of the foe; while beside that badge of
the holy war waved the gay and flaunting flag of St. iago, the canonized
Mars of the chivalry of Spain- At that sight the King's voice died within
him; he gave the rein to his barb, impatient to close the fatal ceremonial,
and did not slacken his speed till almost within bowshot of the first ranks
of the army.
Never had Christian war assumed a more splendid and imposing
aspect. Far as the eye could reach, extended the glittering and gorgeous
lines of that goodly power, bristling with sunlit spears and blazoned
banners; while beside, murmured, and glowed, and danced, the silver and
laughing Xenil, careless what lord should possess, for his little day, the
banks that bloomed by its everlasting course. By a small mosque halted
the flower of the army. Surrounded by the archpriesls of that mighty
hierarchy, the peers and princes of a court that rivaled the Rolands of
Charlemagne, was seen the kingly form of Ferdinand himself, with Isabel
at his right hand, and the highborn dames of Spain, relieving, with their
gay colors and sparkling gems, the sterner splendor of the crested helmet
and polished mail. Within sight of the royal group, Boabdil halted,
composed his aspect so as best to conceal his soul, and, a little in advance
of his scanty train, but never in mien and majesty more a king, the son of
Abdallah met his haughty conqueror.
At the sight of his princely countenance and golden hair, his comely
and commanding beauty, made more touching by youth, a thrill of
compassionate admiration ran through that assembly of the brave and fair.
Ferdinand and Isabel slowly advanced to meet their late rival, --their new
subject; and, as Boabdil would have dismounted, the Spanish king placed
his hand upon his shoulder. "Brother and
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prince," said he, "forget thy sorrows; and may our friendship hereafter
console thee for reverses, against which thou hast contended as a hero and
a king--resisting man, but resigned at length to God."
Boabdil did not affect to return this bitter but unintentional mockery of
compliment, He bowed his head, and remained a moment silent; then
motioning to his train, four of his officers approached, and, kneeling
beside Ferdinand, proffered to him, upon a silver buckler, the keys of the
city, "O king!" then said Boabdil, "accept the keys of the last hold which
has resisted the arms of Spain! The empire of the Moslem is no more.
Thine are the city and the people of Granada; yielding to thy prowess,
they yet confide in thy mercy." "They do well," said the king; "our
promises shall not be broken. But since we know the gallantry of Moorish
cavaliers, not to us, but to gentler hands, shall the keys of Granada be
surrendered."
Thus saying, Ferdinand gave the keys to Isabel, who would have
addressed some soothing flatteries to Boabdil, but the emotion and
excitement were loo much for her compassionate heart, heroine and queen
though she was; and when she lifted her eyes upon the calm and pale
features of the fallen monarch, the tears gushed from them irresistibly,
and her voice died in murmurs. A faint flush overspread the features of
Boabdil, and there was a momentary pause of embarrassment, which the
Moor was the first to break.
"Fair queen," said he, with mournful and pathetic dignity, "thou canst
read the heart that thy generous sympathy touches and subdues; this is thy
last, nor least glorious conquest. But I detain ye; let not my aspect cloud
your triumph. Suffer me to say farewell/' "Farewell, my brother," replied
Ferdinand, "and may fair fortune go with you! Forget the past!" Boabdil
smiled bitterly, saluted the royal pair with profound and silent
6.-22.
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reverence, and rode slowly on, leaving the army below as he ascended the
path that led to his new principality beyond the Alpuxarras, As the trees
snatched the Moorish cavalcade from the view of the king, Ferdinand
ordered the army to recommence its march; and trumpet and cymbal
presently sent their music to the ear of the Moslems.
Boabdil spurred on at full speed, till his panting charger halted at the
little village where his mother, his slaves, and his faithful wife, Amine--
senl on before— awaited him. Joining these, he proceeded without delay
upon his melancholy path. They ascended that eminence which is the pass
into the Alpuxarras. From its height, the vale, the rivers, the spires, and
the towers of Granada broke gloriously upon the view of the little band-
They halted mechanically and abruptly; every eye was turned to the
beloved scene. The proud shame of baffled warriors, the tender memories
of home, of childhood, of fatherland, swelled every heart, and gushed
from every eye.
Suddenly the distant boom of artillery broke from the citadel, and
rolled along the sunlit valley and crystal river. A universal wail burst from
the exiles; it smote, --it overpowered the heart of the ill-starred king, in
vain seeking to wrap himself in Eastern pride or stoical philosophy. The
tears gushed from his eyes, and he covered his face with his hands. The
band wound slowly on through the solitary defiles; and that place where
the king wept is still called The Last Sigh of the Moor.
NOTES. --Granada was the capital of an ancient Moorish kingdom of
the same name, in the southeastern part of Spain. The Darro River flows
through it, emptying into the Xenil {or Jenil) just outside the city walls.
King Ferdinand of Spain drove out the Moors, and captured the city in
1492-
Marah. See Exodus xv. 23.
Avila is an episcopal city in Spain, capital of a province of the same
name.
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The Te Deum is an ancient Christian hymn, composed by St.
Ambrose; it is so called from the first Latin words, "Te Deum laudamus,"
We praise thee, O God.
Mars , in mythology, the god of war.
The Alhambra is the ancient palace of the Moorish kings, at Granada.
Allah is the Mohammedan name for the Supreme Being-
Roland was a nephew of Charlemagne, or Charles the Great, emperor
of the West and king of France. He was one of the most famous knights
of the chivalric romances.
The Alpuxarras is a mountainous region in the old province of
Granada, where the Moors were allowed to remain some time after their
subjugation by Ferdinand.
XCIV, HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY.
To be, or not to be; that is the question:--
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.
And by opposing end them? To die, --to sleep, --
No more: and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'l is a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, --to sleep:--
To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of lime.
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely.
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
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When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear.
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,--
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, --puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Shakespeare. --Hamlet, Act Hi, Scene i
XCV. GINEVRA.
Samuel Rogers , 1763-1855, was the son of a London banker, and, in
company with his father, followed the banking business for some years.
He began to write at an early age, and published his "Pleasures of
Memory," perhaps his most famous work, in 1792. The next year his
father died, leaving him an ample fortune. He now retired from business
and established himself in an elegant house in St. James's Place. This
house was a place of resort for literary men during fifty years. In 1822 he
published his longest poem, 'Ttaly," after which he wrote but little. He
wrote with care, spending, as he said, nine years on the "Pleasures of
Memory," and sixteen on "Italy." "His writings are remarkable for
elegance of diction, purity of taste, and beauty of sentiment," It is said
that he was very agreeable in conversation and manners, and benevolent
in his disposition; but he was addicted to ill-nature and satire in some of
his criticisms.
If thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance
To Modena, --where still religiously
Among her ancient trophies, is preserved
Bologna's bucket (in its chain it hangs
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Within that reverend tower, the Guirlandine),--
Stop at a palace near the Reggio gale.
Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini.
Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace.
And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses,
Will long detain ihee; through their arche'd walks,
Dim at noonday, discovering many a glimpse
Of knights and dames such as in old romance.
And lovers such as in heroic song,--
Perhaps the two, for groves were their delight,
That in the springtime, as alone they sate.
Venturing together on a tale of love.
Read only part that day.— A summer sun
Sets ere one half is seen; but, ere thou go.
Enter the house--prithee, forget it not--
And look awhile upon a picture there.
T is of a lady in her earliest youth,
The very last of that illustrious race.
Done by Zampieri--but by whom I care not.
He who observes it, ere he passes on,
Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again,
That he may call it up when far away.
She sits, inclining forward as to speak,
Her lips half-open, and her finger up.
As though she said, "Beware!" her vest of gold,
Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot,
An emerald stone in every golden clasp;
And on her brow, fairer than alabaster,
A coronet of pearls. But then her face.
So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth.
The overflowings of an innocent heart, --
It haunts me still, though many a year has fled.
Like some wild melody!
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Alone it hangs
Over a moldering heirloom, its companion.
An oaken chesl, half-ealen by the worm,
But richly carved by Antony of Trent
With scripture stories from the life of Christ;
A chesl thai came from Venice, and had held
The ducal robes of some old anceslors--
That, by the way, it may be true or false—
But don't forget the picture; and thou wilt not,
When thou hast heard the tale they told me there-
She was an only child; from infancy
The joy, the pride, of an indulgent sire;
The young Ginevra was his all in life,
Still as she grew, forever in his sight;
And in her fifteenth year became a bride.
Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria,
Her playmate from her birth, and her first love.
Just as she looks there in her bridal dress.
She was all gentleness, all gayety.
Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue.
But now the day was come, the day, the hour;
Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time.
The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum:
And, in the luster of her youth, she gave Her hand,
with her heart in it, to Francesco,
Great was the joy; but at the bridal feast.
When all sale down, the bride was wanting there.
Nor was she to be found! Her father cried,
" Tis but to make a trial of our love!"
And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook.
And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
'T was but that instant she had left Francesco,
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Laughing and looking back and flying still.
Her ivory loolh imprinted on his finger.
But now, alas! she was not to be found;
Nor from that hour could anything be guessed,
But that she was not!--Weary of his life,
Francesco flew to Venice, and forthwith
Flung it away in battle with the Turk.
Orsini lived; and long was lo be seen
An old man wandering as in quest of something.
Something he could not find--he knew not what.
When he was gone, the house remained a while
Silent and tenanlless--then went to strangers.
Full fifty years were past, and all forgot,
When on an idle day, a day of search
'Mid the old lumber in the gallery.
That moldering chest was noticed; and 't was said
By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra,
"Why not remove it from its lurking place?"
T was done as soon as said; but on the way
It burst, it fell; and lo! a skeleton.
With here and there a pearl, an emerald stone,
A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold-
All else had perished, save a nuptial ring,
And a small seal, her mother's legacy,
Engraven with a name, the name of both,
"Ginevra-"---There then had she found a grave!
Within that chest had she concealed herself.
Fluttering with joy, the happiest of the happy;
When a spring lock, that lay in ambush there.
Fastened her down forever!
NOTES.— The above selection is part of the poem, "Italy." Of the story
Rogers says, "This story is, I believe, founded on fact; though the time
and place are uncertain. Many old houses in England lay claim to it."
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Modena is the capital of a province of the same name in northern Italy.
Bologna's bucket. This is affirmed to be the very bucket which Tassoni, an
Italian poet, has celebrated in his mock heroics as the cause of a war between
Bologna and Modena.
Reggie is a city about sixteen miles northwest of Modena.
The Orsini, A famous Italian family in the Middle Ages,
Zampieri, Domenichino {b, 1581, d, 1641), was one of the most celebrated of
the Italian painters,
XCVL INVENTIONS AND DISCOVERIES.
John Caldwell Calhoun, 1782-1850. This great statesman, and champion of
southern rights and opinions, was born in Abbeville District, South Carolina. In
the line of both parents, he was of Irish Presbyterian descent. In youth he was
very studious, and made the best use of such opportunities for education as the
frontier settlement afforded. He graduated at Yale College in 1 804, and studied
law at Litchfield, Connecticut, In 1808 he was elected to the Legislature of South
Carolina; and, three years later, he was chosen to the National House of
Representatives- During the six years that he remained in the House, he took an
active and prominent part in the stirring events of the time. In 1817 he was
appointed Secretary of War, and held the office seven years. From 1825 to 1832
he was Vice President of the United States. He then resigned this office, and took
his seat as senator from South Carolina. In 1844 President Tyler called him to his
Cabinet as Secretary of State; and, in 1845, he returned to the Senate, where he
remained till his death. During all his public life Mr. Calhoun was active and
outspoken. His earnestness and logical force commanded the respect of those
who differed most widely from him in opinion. He took the most advanced
ground in favor of "State Rights," and defended slavery as neither morally nor
politically wrong. His foes generally conceded his honesty, and respected his
ability; while his friends regarded him as little less than an oracle.
In private life Mr. Calhoun was highly esteemed and respected. His home
was at 'Tort Hill," in the northwestern district of South Carolina; and here he
spent all the lime he could spare from his public duties, in the enjoyments of
domestic life and in cuhivating his plantation. In his home he was remarkable for
kindness, cheerfulness, and sociability.
To comprehend more fully the force and bearing of public opinion, and to
form a just estimate of the changes to which, aided by the press, it will probably
lead, politically and socially, it will be necessary to consider it in
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connection with the causes that have given it an influence so great as to
entitle it to be regarded as a new political element. They will, upon
investigation, be found in the many discoveries and inventions made in
the last few centuries.
All these have led to important results. Through the invention of the
mariner's compass, the globe has been circumnavigated and explored; and
all who inhabit it, with but few exceptions, are brought within the sphere
of an all-pervading commerce, which is daily diffusing over its surface
the light and blessings of civilization.
Through that of the art of printing, the fruits of obser\'ation and
reflection, of discoveries and inventions, with all the accumulated stores
of previously acquired knowledge, are preserved and widely diffused. The
application of gunpowder to the art of war has forever settled the long
conflict for ascendency between civilization and barbarism, in favor of
the former, and thereby guaranteed that, whatever knowledge is now
accumulated, or may hereafter be added, shall never again be lost.
The numerous discoveries and inventions, chemical and mechanical,
and the application of steam to machinery, have increased many fold the
productive powers of labor and capital, and have thereby greatly
increased the number who may devote themselves to study and
improvement, and the amount of means necessary for commercial
exchanges, especially between the more and the less advanced and
civilized portions of the globe, to the great advantage of both, but
particularly of the latter.
The application of steam to the purposes of travel and transportation,
by land and water, has vastly increased the facility, cheapness, and
rapidity of both: diffusing, with them, information and intelligence almost
as quickly and as freely as if borne by the winds; while the electrical
wires outstrip them in velocity, rivaling in rapidity even thought itself.
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The joint effect of al! this has been a great increase and diffusion of
knowledge; and, with this, an impulse to progress and civilization
heretofore unexampled in the history of the world, accompanied by a
mental energy and activity unprecedented.
To all these causes, public opinion, and its organ, the press, owe their
origin and great influence. Already they have attained a force in the more
civilized portions of the globe sufficient to be fell by all governments,
even the most absolute and despotic. But, as great as they now are, they
have, as yet, attained nothing like their maximum force. It is probable that
not one of the causes which have contributed to their formation and
influence, has yet produced its full effect; while several of the most
powerful have just begun to operate; and many others, probably of equal
or even greater force, yet remain to be brought to light.
When the causes now in operation have produced their full effect, and
inventions and discoveries shall have been exhausted--if that may ever
be--they will give a force to public opinion, and cause changes, political
and social, difficult to be anticipated. What wiH be their final bearing,
time only can decide with any cerlainty.
That they will, however, greatly improve the condition of man
ultimately, it would be impious to doubt; it would be to suppose that the
all-wise and beneficent Being, the Creator of all, had so constituted man
as that the employment of the high intellectual faculties with which He
has been pleased to endow him, in order that he might develop the laws
that control the great agents of the material world, and make them
subservient to his use, would prove to him the cause of permanent evil,
and not of permanent good.
NOTE. --This selection is an extract from "A Disquisition on
Government." Mr. Calhoun expected to revise his manuscript before it
was printed, but death interrupted his plans.
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XCVIL ENOCH ARDEN AT THE WINDOW.
Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892, was born in Somerby, Lincolnshire,
England; his father was a clergyman noted for his energy and physical
stature. Alfred, with his two older brothers, graduated at Trinity College,
Cambridge. His first volume of poems appeared in 1830; it made little
impression, and was severely treated by the critics. On the publication of
his third series, in 1842, his poetic genius began to receive general
recognition. On the death of Wordsworth he was made poet laureate, and
he was then regarded as the foremost living poet of England. "In
Memoriam," written in memory of his friend Arthur Hallam, appeared in
1850; the "Idyls of the King," in 1858; and "Enoch Arden," a touching
story in verse, from which the following selection is taken, was published
in 1864. In 1883 he accepted a peerage as Baron Tennyson of Aldworth,
Sussex, and of Freshwater, Isle of Wight.
But Enoch yearned to see her face again;
"If I might look on her sweet face again
And know that she is happy." So the thought
Haunted and harassed him, and drove him forth.
At evening when the dull November day
Was growing duller twilight, to the hill.
There he sat down gazing on all below;
There did a thousand memories roll upon him,
Unspeakable for sadness. By and by
The ruddy square of comfortable light.
Far-blazing from the rear of Philip's house,
Allured him, as the beacon blaze allures
The bird of passage, till he mildly strikes
Against it, and beats out his weary life.
For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street.
The latest house to landward; but behind.
With one small gate that opened on the waste.
Flourished a little garden, square and walled:
And in it throve an ancient evergreen,
A yew tree, and all round it ran a walk
Of shingle, and a walk divided it:
But Enoch shunned the middle walk, and stole
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Up by the wall, behind the yew; and thence
That which he belter might have shunned, if griefs
Like his have worse or better, Enoch saw.
For cups and silver on the burnished board
Sparkled and shone; so genial was the hearth:
And on the right hand of the hearth he saw
Philip, the slighted suitor of old times,
Stout, rosy, with his babe across his knees;
And o'er her second father stooped a girl,
A later but a loftier Annie Lee,
Fair-haired and tall, and from her lifted hand
Dangled a length of ribbon and a ring
To tempt the babe, who reared his creasy arms.
Caught at and ever missed it, and they laughed:
And on the left hand of the hearth he saw
The mother glancing often toward her babe,
But turning now and then to speak with him,
Her son, who stood beside her tall and strong.
And saying that which pleased him, for he smiled.
Now when the dead man come to life beheld
His wife, his wife no more, and saw the babe.
Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee.
And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness.
And his own children tall and beautiful.
And him, that other, reigning in his place,
Lord of his rights and of his children's love,
Then he, tho' Miriam Lane had told him all.
Because things seen are mightier than things heard.
Staggered and shook, holding the branch, and feared
To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry.
Which in one moment, like the blast of doom.
Would shatter all the happiness of the hearth.
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He, therefore, turning softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot.
And feeling all along the garden wall,
Lesl he should swoon and tumble and be found,
Crept to the gate, and opened it, and closed.
As lightly as a sick man's chamber door.
Behind him, and came out upon the waste.
And there he would have knelt but that his knees
Were feeble, so that falling prone he dug
His fingers into the wet earth, and prayed.
"Too hard to bear! why did they take me thence?
O God Almighty, blessed Savior, Thou
That did'sl uphold me on my lonely isle.
Uphold me. Father, in my loneliness
A little longer! aid me, give me strength
Not to tell her, never to let her know.
Help me not to break in upon her peace.
My children too! must I not speak to these?
They know me not. I should betray myself-
Never!--no father's kiss for me!— the girl
So like her mother, and the boy, my son!"
There speech and thought and nature failed a little.
And he lay tranced; but when he rose and paced
Back toward his solitary home again.
All down the long and narrow street he went
Beating it in upon his weary brain.
As iho' it were the burden of a song,
"Not to tell her, never to let her know."
NOTE. --Enoch Ardenhad been wrecked on an uninhabited island, and
was supposed to be dead. After many years he was rescued, and returned
home, where he found his wife happily married a second time. For her
happiness, he kept his existence a secret, but soon died of a broken heart.
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XCVIIL LOCHINVAR.
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapon had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone!
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar!
He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
He swam the Eske River where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Nelherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war.
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar!
So boldly he entered the Netherby hall.
Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and alL
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword--
For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word--
"Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war.
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
"I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;--
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide--
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine.
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far.
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar/'
The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up.
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
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With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye-
He look her soft hand, ere her mother couJd bar,
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar,
So stalely his form, and so lovely her face.
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far
To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
One touch lo her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near,
So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur:
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Nelherby clan;
Forslers, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran;
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war.
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
-- Walter ScotL
NOTES. --The above selection is a song taken from Scott's poem of
"Marmion." It is in a slight degree founded on a ballad called "Katharine
Janfarie," to be found in the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border/'
The Solway Frith, on the southwest coast of Scotland, is remarkable
for its high spring tides.
Bonnet is the ordinary name in Scotland for a man's cap.
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XCIX, SPEECH ON THE TRIAL OF A MURDERER.
Against the prisoner at the bar, as an individual, 1 can not have the
slightest prejudice. I would not do him the smallest injury or injustice.
But I do not affect to be indifferent to the discovery and the punishment
of this deep guilt. I cheerfully share in the opprobrium, how much soever
it may be, which is cast on those who feel and manifest an anxious
concern that all who had a part in planning, or a hand in executing this
deed of midnight assassination, may be brought to answer for their
enormous crime at the bar of public justice.
This is a most extraordinary case. In some respects it has hardly a
precedent anywhere; certainly none in our New England history. This
bloody drama exhibited no suddenly excited, ungovernable rage. The
actors in it were not surprised by any lionlike temptation springing upon
their virtue, and overcoming it before resistance could begin. Nor did they
do the deed to glut savage vengeance, or satiate long-settled and deadly
hate, it was a cool, calculating, money-making murder. It was all "hire
and salary, not revenge," It was the weighing of money against life; the
counting out of so many pieces of silver against so many ounces of blood.
An aged man, without an enemy in the world, in his own house, and
in his own bed, is made the victim of a butcherly murder for mere pay.
Truly, here is a new lesson for painters and poets. Whoever shall hereafter
draw the portrait of murder, if he will show it as it has been exhibited in
an example, where such example was last to have been looked for, in the
very bosom of our New England society, let him not give it the grim
visage of Moloch, the brow knitted by revenge, the face black with settled
hate, and the bloodshot eye emitting livid fires of malice. Let him draw,
rather, a decorous, smooth-faced.
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bloodless demon; a picture in repose, rather than in action; not so much
an example of human nature in its depravity, and in its paroxysms of
crime, as an infernal nature, a fiend in the ordinary display and
development of his characler.
The deed was executed with a degree of self-possession and
steadiness equal to the wickedness with which it was planned. The
circumstances, now clearly in evidence, spread out the whole scene
before us. Deep sleep had fallen on the destined victim, and on all beneath
his roof- A healthful old man, to whom sleep was sweet, --the first sound
slumbers of the night held him in their soft but strong embrace. The
assassin enters through the window, already prepared, into an unoccupied
apartment. With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half-lighted by the
moon; he winds up the ascent of the stairs, and reaches the door of the
chamber. Of this, he moves the lock by soft and continued pressure till it
turns on its hinges without noise; and he enters, and beholds his victim
before him. The room was uncommonly open to the admission of light-
The face of the innocent sleeper was turned from the murderer, and the
beams of the moon, resting on the gray locks of his aged temple, showed
him where to strike. The fatal blow is given! and the victim passes,
without a struggle or a motion, from the repose of sleep to the repose of
death!
It is the assassin's purpose to make sure work; and he yet plies the
dagger, though it was obvious that life had been destroyed by the blow of
the bludgeon. He even raises the aged arm, that he may not fail in his aim
at the heart; and replaces it again over the wounds of the poniard! To
finish the picture, he explores the wrist for the pulse! He feels for it, and
ascertains that it beats no longer! It is accomplished. The deed is done. He
retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came
in, and escapes. He has done the murder;
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no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is
safe!
Ah! gentlemen, thai was a dreadful mistake. Such a secret can be safe
nowhere. The whole creation of God has neither nook nor corner where
the guilty can bestow it, and say it is safe. Not to speak of that eye which
glances through all disguises, and beholds everything as in the splendor of
noon; such secrets of guilt are never safe from detection, even by men.
True it is, generally speaking, that "murder will out." True it is that
Providence hath so ordained, and doth so govern things, that those who
break the great law of Heaven by shedding man's blood, seldom succeed
in avoiding discovery. Especially, in a case exciting so much attention as
this, discovery must come, and wilt come, sooner or later. A thousand
eyes turn at once to explore every man, everything, every circumstance
connected with the time and place; a thousand ears catch every whisper; a
thousand excited minds intensely dwell on the scene, shedding all their
light, and ready to kindle the slightest circumstance into a blaze of
discovery.
Meantime, the guilty soul can not keep its own secret. It is false to
itself, or rather it feels an irresistible impulse of conscience to be true to
itself- It labors under its guilty possession, and knows not what to do with
it. The human heart was not made for the residence of such an inhabitant.
It finds itself preyed on by a torment, which it dares not acknowledge to
God nor man. A vulture is devouring it, and it can ask no sympathy or
assistance either from heaven or earth. The secret which the murderer
possesses soon comes to possess him; and, like the evil spirits of which
we read, it overcomes him, and leads him whitherscever it will. He feels
it beating at his heart, rising to his throat, and demanding disclosure. He
thinks the whole world sees it in his face, reads it in his eyes, and almost
hears its workings in the very silence of his thoughts. It
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has become his master. It betrays his discretion, it breaks down his
courage, it conquers his prudence. When suspicions from without begin to
embarrass him, and the net of circumstance to entangle him, the fatal
secret struggles with still greater violence to burst forth. It must be
confessed, it will be confessed; there is no refuge from confession but
suicide, and suicide is confession,
--Daniel Webster,
NOTE, --The above extract is from Daniel Webster's argument in the
trial of John F. Knapp for the murder of Mr, White, a very wealthy and
respectable citizen of Salem, Mass, Four persons were arrested as being
concerned in the conspiracy; one confessed the plot and all the details of
the crime, implicating the others, but he afterwards refused to testify in
court. The man who, by this confession, was the actual murderer,
committed suicide, and Mr. Webster's assistance was obtained in
prosecuting the others. John F. Knapp was convicted as principal, and the
other two as accessaries in the murder.
C, THE CLOSING YEAR,
George Denison Prentice, 1802-1870, widely known as a political
writer, a poet, and a wit, was born in Preston, Connecticut, and graduated
at Brown University in 1 823. He studied law, but never practiced his
profession. He edited a paper in Hartford for two years; and, in 1831, he
became editor of the "Louisville Journal," which position he held for
nearly forty years. As an editor, Mr. Prentice was an able, and sometimes
bitter, political partisan, abounding in wit and satire; as a poet, he not only
wrote gracefully himself, but he did much by his kindness and sympathy
to develop the poetical talents of others. Some who have since taken high
rank, first became known to the world through the columns of the
"Louisville Journal."
'T is midnight's holy hour, and silence now
Is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er
The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds.
The bell's deep notes are swelling; 't is the knell
Of the departed year.
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No funeral train
Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood,
With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest
Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred
As by a mourner's sigh; and, on yon cloud.
That floats so still and placidly through heaven,
The spirits of the Seasons seem to sland--
Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form.
And Winter, with his aged locks--and breathe
In mournful cadences, that come abroad
Like the far wind harp's wild and touching wail,
A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year.
Gone from the earth forever.
'Tis a time
For memory and for tears. Within the deep.
Still chambers of the heart, a specter dim.
Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time,
Heard from the tomb of ages, points its cold
And solemn finger to the beautiful
And holy visions, that have passed away,
And left no shadow of their loveliness
On the dead waste of life. That specter lifts
The coffin lid of Hope, and Joy, and Love,
And, bending mournfully above the pale,
Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers
O'er what has passed to nothingness.
The year
Has gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng
Of happy dreams. Its mark is on each brow,
Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course
It waved its scepter o'er the beautiful.
And they are not. It laid its pallid hand
Upon the strong man; and the haughty form
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Is fallen, and the flashing eye is dim.
It trod the hal! of revelry, where thronged
The bright and joyous; and the tearful wail
Of stricken ones is heard, where erst the song
And reckless shout resounded. It passed o'er
The battle plain, where sword, and spear, and shield
Flashed in the light of midday; and the strength
Of serried hosts is shivered, and the grass,
Green from the soil of carnage, waves above
The crushed and moldering skeleton. It came.
And faded like a wreath of mist at eve;
Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air.
It heralded its millions to their home
In the dim land of dreams.
Remorseless Timel--
Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe!--what power
Can stay him in his silent course, or melt
His iron heart to pity! On, still on
He presses, and forever. The proud bird.
The condor of the Andes, that can soar
Through heaven's unfathomable depths, or brave
The fury of the northern hurricane.
And bathe his plumage in the thunder's home,
Furls his broad wings at nightfall, and sinks down
To rest upon his mountain crag; but Time
Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness;
And Night's deep darkness has no chain to bind
His rushing pinion.
Revolutions sweep
O'er earth, like troubled visions o'er the breast
Of dreaming sorrow; cities rise and sink
Like bubbles on the water; fiery isles
Spring blazing from the ocean, and go back
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To their mysterious caverns; mountains rear
To heaven their bald and blackened cliffs, and bow
Their tall heads to the plain; new empires rise,
Gathering the strength of hoary centuries.
And rush down, like the Alpine avalanche,
Startling the nations; and the very stars,
Yon bright and burning blazonry of God,
Glitter awhile in their eternal depths.
And, like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train.
Shoot from their glorious spheres, and pass away.
To darkle in the trackless void; yet Time,
Time the tomb builder, holds his fierce career.
Dark, stern, all pitiless, and pauses not
Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path.
To sit and muse, like other conquerors,
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.
CI, A NEW CITY IN COLORADO.
Helen Hunt Jackson, 1830-1885, was the daughter of the late
Professor Nathan W. Fiske, of Amherst College, She was born in
Amherst, and educated at Ipswich, Massachusetts, and at New York. Mrs.
Jackson was twice married. In the latter years of her life, she became
deeply interested in the Indians, and wrote two books, "Ramona," a novel,
and "A Century of Dishonor," setting forth vividly the wrongs to which
the red race has been subjected. She had previously published several
books of prose and poetry, less important but charming in their way. The
following selection is adapted from "Bits of Travel at Home."
Garland City is six miles from Fort Garland. The road to it from the
fort lies for the last three miles on the top of a sage-grown plateau. It is
straight as an arrow, looks in the distance like a brown furrow on the pale
gray plain, and seems to pierce the mountains beyond. Up to within an
eighth of a mile of Garland City, there is no trace of human habitation.
Knowing that the city must be near, you look in all directions for a
glimpse of it; the
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hills ahead of you rise sharply across your way. Where is the city? At
your very feet, but you do not suspect it.
The sunset light was fading when we reached the edge of the ravine in
which the city lies. It was like looking unawares over the edge of a
precipice; the gulch opened beneath us as suddenly as if the earth had that
moment parted and made it. With brakes set firm, we drove cautiously
down the steep road; the ravine twinkled with lights, and almost seemed
to flutter with while tents and wagon tops. At the farther end it widened,
opening out on an inlet of the San Luis Park; and, in its center, near this
widening mouth, lay the twelve-days-old city. A strange din arose from it.
"What is going on?" we exclaimed. "The building of the city," was the
reply. "Twelve days ago there was not a house here. To-day there are one
hundred and five, and in a week more there will be two hundred; each
man is building his own home, and working day and night to get it done
ahead of his neighbor. There are four sawmills going constantly, but they
can't turn out lumber half fast enough. Everybody has to be content with a
board at a time. If it were not for that, there would have been twice as
many houses done as there are."
We drove on down the ravine, A little creek on our right was half hid
in willow thickets. Hundreds of while tents gleamed among them: tents
with poles; tents made by spreading sailcloth over the tops of bushes;
round tents; square tents; big tents; little tents; and for every lent a camp
fire; hundreds of white-topped wagons, also, at rest for the night, their
great poles propped up by sticks, and their mules and drivers lying and
standing in picturesque groups around them.
It was a scene not to be forgotten. Louder and louder sounded the
chorus of the hammers as we drew near the center of the "city;" more and
more the bustle thickened; great ox teams swaying unwieldily about,
drawing logs and
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planks, backing up steep places; all sorts of vehicles driving at reckless
speed up and down; men carrying doors; men walking along inside of
window sashes, --the easiest way to carry them; men shoveling; men
wheeling wheebarrows; not a man standing still; not a man with empty
hands; every man picking up something, and running to put it down
somewhere else, as in a play; and, all the while, "Clink! clink! clink!"
ringing above the other sounds, --the strokes of hundreds of hammers, like
the "Anvil Chorus."
"Where is Perry's Hotel?" we asked- One of the least busy of the
throng spared time to point to it with his thumb, as he passed us. In some
bewilderment we drew up in front of a large unfinished house, through
the many uncased apertures of which we could see only scaffoldings,
rough boards, carpenters' benches, and heaps of shavings. Streams of men
were passing in and out through these openings, which might be either
doors or windows; no steps led to any of them.
"Oh, yes! oh, yes! can accommodate you all!" was the landlord's reply
to our hesitating inquiries. He stood in the doorway of his dining-room;
the streams of men we had seen going in and out were the fed and the
unfed guests of the house. It was supper lime; we also were hungry. We
peered into the dining room: three tables full of men; a huge pile of beds
on the floor, covered with hats and coats; a singular wall, made entirely of
doors propped upright; a triangular space walled off by sailcloth, --this is
what we saw. We stood outside, waiting among the scaffolding and
benches. A black man was lighting the candles in a candelabrum made of
two narrow bars of wood nailed across each other at right angles, and
perforated with holes. The candles sputtered, and the hot fat fell on the
shavings below.
"Dangerous way of lighting a room full of shavings," some one said.
The landlord looked up at the swinging
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candelabra and laughed. "Tried it pretty often," he said. "Never burned a
house down yet."
I observed one peculiarity in the speech at Garland City. Personal
pronouns, as a rule, were omitted; there was no time for a superfluous
word,
"Took down this house at Wagon Creek," he continued, "just one
week ago; look it down one morning while the people were eating
breakfast; took it down over their heads; putting it up again over their
heads now."
This was literally true. The last part of it we ourselves were seeing
while he spoke, and a friend at our elbow had seen the Wagon Creek
crisis,
"Waiting for that round table for you," said the landlord; " 11 bring
the chairs out here's fast's they quit 'em. That's the only way to get the
table."
So, watching his chances, as fast as a seat was vacated, he sprang
into the room, seized the chair and brought it out to us; and we sat there in
our "reserved seats," biding the time when there should be room enough
vacant at the table for us to take our places.
What an indescribable scene it was! The strange-looking wall of
propped doors which we had seen, was the impromptu, wall separating
the bedrooms from the dining-room. Bedrooms? Yes, five of them; that
is, five bedsteads in a row, with just space enough between them to hang
up a sheet, and with just room enough between them and the propped
doors for a moderate-sized person to stand upright if he faced either the
doors or the bed. Chairs? Oh, no! What do you want of a chair in a
bedroom which has a bed in it? Washstands? One tin basin out in the
unfinished room. Towels? Uncertain.
The little triangular space walled off by the sailcloth was a sixth
bedroom, quite private and exclusive; and the big pile of beds on the
dining-room floor was to be made up into seven bedrooms more between
the tables, after everybody had finished supper.
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Luckily for us we found a friend here,— a man who has been from the
beginning one of Colorado's chief pioneers; and who is never, even in the
wildest wilderness, without resources of comfort.
"You can't sleep here," he said, "I can do better for you than this,"
"Better!"
He offered us luxury. How movable a thing is one's standard of
comfort! A two-roomed pine shanty, board walls, board floors, board
ceilings, board partitions not reaching to the roof, looked to us that night
like a palace. To have been entertained at Windsor Castle would not have
made us half so grateful.
It was late before the "city" grew quiet; and, long after most of the
lights were out, and most of the sounds had ceased, I heard one solitary
hammer in the distance, clink, clink, clink. I fell asleep listening to it.
CIL IMPORTANCE OF THE UNION.
Mr, President: I am conscious of having detained you and the Senate
much too long, I was drawn into the debate with no previous deliberation,
such as is suited to the discussion of so grave and important a subject. But
it is a subject of which my heart is full, and I have not been willing to
suppress the utterance of its spontaneous sentiments. I can not, even now,
persuade myself to relinquish it, without expressing once more my deep
conviction, that, since it respects nothing less than the union of the states,
it is of most vital and essential importance to the public happiness.
I profess, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the
prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our
federal Union. It is
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to that Union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and
dignity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted for
whatever makes us most proud of our country. That Union we reached
only by the discipline of our virtues, in the severe school of adversity. It
had its origin in the necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce,
and ruined credit. Under its benign influences, these great interests
immediately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang forth with newness of
life. Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility
and its blessings; and, although our territory has stretched out wider and
wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun
its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious fountain of
national, social, and personal happiness.
I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union, to see what
might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the
chances of preserving liberty, when the bonds that unite us together shall
be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the
precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom
the depth of the abyss below; nor could I regard him as a safe counselor in
the affairs of this government, whose thoughts should be mainly bent on
considering, not how the Union should be best preserved, but how
tolerable might be the condition of the people when it shall be broken up
and destroyed.
While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects
spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that, I seek not to
penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day, at least, that curtain may not
rise. God grant that on my vision never may be opened what lies behind.
When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in
heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored
fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant,
belligerent; on
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a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, il may be, in fraternal blood.
Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous
ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth,
still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original
luster, not a stripe erased or polluted, not a single star obscured— bearing
for its motto no such miserable interrogatory as. What is all this worth?
nor those other words of delusion and folly, Liberty first, and Union
afterwards--but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light,
blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land,
and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to
every true American heart--Liberly and Union, now and forever, one and
inseparable!
--Daniel Webster.
NOTE. --This selection is the peroration of Mr, Webster's speech in
reply to Mr. Hayne during the debate in the Senate on Mr. Foot's
Resolution in regard to the Public Lands.
cm, THE INFLUENCES OF THE SUN,
John Tyndall, 1820-1893, one of the most celebrated modern
scientists, was an Irishman by birth. He was a pupil of the distinguished
Faraday. In 1853 he was appointed Professor of Natural Philosophy in the
Roya! Institution of London, He is known chiefly for his brilliant
experiments and clear writing respecting heal, light, and sound. He also
wrote one or two interesting books concerning the Alps and their glaciers.
He visited America, and delighted the most intelligent audiences by his
scientific lectures and his brilliant experiments. The scientific world is
indebted to him for several remarkable discoveries.
As surely as the force which moves a clock's hands is derived from
the arm which winds up the clock, so surely is all terrestrial power drawn
from the sun. Leaving out of account the eruptions of volcanoes, and the
ebb and flow of the tides, every mechanical action on the earth's
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surface, every manifeslalion of power, organic and inorganic, vital and
physical, is produced by the sun. His warmth keeps the sea liquid, and the
atmosphere a gas, and all the storms which agitate both are blown by the
mechanical force of the sun. He lifts the rivers and the glaciers up to the
mountains; and thus the cataract and the avalanche shoot with an energy
derived immediately from him.
Thunder and lightning are also his transmitted strength. Every fire that
burns and every flame that glows, dispenses light and heat which
originally belonged to the sun. In these days, unhappily, the news of battle
is familiar to us, but every shock and every charge is an application or
misapplication of the mechanical force of the sun. He blows the trumpet,
he urges the projectile, he bursts the bomb. And, remember, this is not
poetry, but rigid mechanical truth-
He rears, as I have said, the whole vegetable world, and through it the
animal; the lilies of the field are his workmanship, the verdure of the
meadows, and the cattle upon a thousand hills. He forms the muscles, he
urges the blood, he builds the brain. His fleetness is in the lion's foot; he
springs in the panther, he soars in the eagle, he slides in the snake. He
builds the forest and hews it down, the power which raised the tree, and
which wields the ax, being one and the same. The clover sprouts and
blossoms, and the scythe of the mower swings, by the operation of the
same force.
The sun digs the ore from our mines, he rolls the iron; he rivets the
plates, he boils the water; he draws the train. He not only grows the
cotton, but he spins the fiber and weaves the web. There is not a hammer
raised, a wheel turned, or a shuttle thrown, that is not raised, and turned,
and thrown by the sun.
His energy is poured freely into space, but our world is a halting place
where this energy is conditioned. Here the
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Proteus works his spells; the selfsame essence takes a million shapes and
hues, and finally dissolves into its primitive and almost formless form.
The sun comes to us as heat; he quits us as heat; and between his entrance
and departure the multiform powers of our globe appear. They are all
special forms of solar power--the molds into which his strength is
temporarily poured in passing from its source through infinitude.
NOTE. --Proteus (pro. Pro'te-us) was a mythological divinity. His
distinguishing characteristic was the power of assuming different shapes.
CIV. COLLOQUIAL POWERS OF FRANKLIN.
William Wirt, 1772-1834, an American lawyer and author, was born
at Bladensburg, Maryland. Left an orphan at an early age, he was placed
in care of his uncle. He improved his opportunities for education so well
that he became a private tutor at fifteen. In 1792 he was admitted to the
bar, and began the practice of law in Virginia; he removed to Richmond
in 1799, From 1817 to 1829 he was Attorney-general of the United Slates.
His last years were spent in Baltimore. Mr. Wirt was the author of several
books; his "Letters of a British Spy," published in 1803, and "Life of
Patrick Henry," published in 1817, are the best known of his writings.
Never have 1 known such a fireside companion. Great as he was both
as a statesman and philosopher, he never shone in a light more winning
than when he was seen in a domestic circle. It was once my good fortune
to pass two or three weeks with him, at the house of a private gentleman,
in the back part of Pennsylvania, and we were confined to the house
during the whole of that time by the unintermilting constancy and depth
of the snows. But confinement never could be felt where Franklin was an
inmate; His cheerfulness and his colloquial powers spread around him a
perpetual spring.
When 1 speak, however, of his colloquial powers, 1 do
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not mean to awaken any notion analogous to that which Boswell has
given us of Johnson. The conversation of the latter continually reminds
one of the "pomp and circumstance of glorious war." It was, indeed, a
perpetual contest for victory, or an arbitrary or despotic exaction of
homage to his superior talents. It was strong, acute, prompt, splendid, and
vociferous; as loud, stormy, and sublime as those winds which he
represents as shaking the Hebrides, and rocking the old castle which
frowned on the dark-rolling sea beneath.
But one gets tired of storms, however sublime they may be, and longs
for the more orderly current of nature. Of Franklin, no one ever became
tired. There was no ambition of eloquence, no effort to shine in anything
which came from him. There was nothing which made any demand upon
either your allegiance or your admiration. His manner was as unaffected
as infancy. It was nature's self. He talked like an old patriarch; and his
plainness and simplicity put you at once at your ease, and gave you the
full and free possession and use of your faculties. His thoughts were of a
character to shine by their own light, without any adventitious aid. They
only required a medium of vision like his pure and simple style, to exhibit
to the highest advantage their native radiance and beauty.
His cheerfulness was unremitting. It seemed to be as much the effect
of a systematic and salutary exercise of the mind, as of its superior
organization. His wit was of the first order. It did not show itself merely
in occasional coruscations[l]; but, without any effort or force on his part,
it shed a constant stream of the purest light over the whole of his
discourse. Whether in the company of commons or nobles, he was always
the same plain man; always most perfectly at his ease, with his faculties
in full play, and the full orbit of his genius forever clear and unclouded.
And then, the stores of his mind were inexhaustible. He had
commenced life with an attention so vigilant that
[Transcriber's Footnote 1: coruscations: flashes of light-]
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nothing had escaped his observation; and a judgment so solid that every
incident was turned to advantage. His youth had not been wasted in
idleness, nor overcast by intemperance. He had been, all his life, a close
and deep reader, as well as thinker; and by the force of his own powers,
had wrought up the raw materials which he had gathered from books,
with such exquisite skill and felicity, that he has added a hundred fold to
their original value, and justly made them his own.
NOTES. -Benjamin Franklin (b. 1706, d. 1790) was one of the most
prominent men in the struggle of the American colonies for liberty. He
was renowned as a statesman, and, although not an author by profession,
was a very prolific writer. His "Autobiography," which was first printed
in France, is now a household volume in America. See page 431.
Boswell, James, (b, 1740, d. 1795,) was a Scotch lawyer, and is
chiefly known as the biographer of Dr. Johnson, of whom he was the
intimate friend and companion.
Johnson, Samuel. See biographical notice, page 78.
CV, THE DREAM OF CLARENCE.
SCENE-Room in the Tower of London. Enter CLARENCE
a«^BRAKENBURY.
BraL Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
Clar. O, I have passed a miserable night.
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian, faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night.
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
So full of dismal terror was the time!
Brak. What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.
Clar. Methoughts, that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embarked to cross to Burgundy;
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And, in my company, my brother Gioster;
Who, from my cabin, tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches; thence we looked toward England,
And cited up a thousand fearful times.
During the wars of York and Lancaster,
That had befallen us. As we paced along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methoughl thai Gioster stumbled; and, in falling,
Struck me, that thought to slay him, overboard.
Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Oh, then, methoughl, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought 1 saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels.
All scattered in the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept.
As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
Which wooed the slimy bottom of the deep.
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Brak, Had you such leisure in the time of death,
To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
To seek the empty, vast, and wandering air;
But smothered it within my panting bulk.
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Brak. Awaked you not with this sore agony?
Clar. Oh, no; my dream was lengthened after life;
Oh, then began the tempest to my soul.
Who passed, methought, the melancholy flood.
With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
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Unto the kingdom of perpetual nighl.
The first that there did greet my stranger soul,
Was my great father-in-law, renowne'd Warwick;
Who cried aloud, "What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?"
And so he vanished. Then came wandering by
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood; and he shrieked out aloud:
"Clarence is come! false, fleeting, perjured Clarence!
That stabbed me in the field by Tewksbury:
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!"
With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends
Environed me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I, trembling, waked, and, for a season after.
Could not believe but that I was in hell;
Such terrible impression made the dream.
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you;
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it-
Clar. O Brakenbury, I have done those things.
Which now bear evidence against my soul,
For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me!
O God! if my deep prayers can not appease thee.
But thou will be avenged on my misdeeds.
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone:
Oh, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
--I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
BraL I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!
CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours.
Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Shakespeare, — Richard III^ Act i. Scene iv.
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NOTES.— The houses of York and Lancaster were at war for the
possession of the English throne. The Duke of Clarence and the Duke of
Gloster were brothers of King Edward IV., who was head of the house
of York- Clarence married the daughter of the Earl of Warwick, and
joined the latter in several insurrections against the king. They finally
plotted with Queen Margaret of the Lancaster parly for the restoration of
the latter house to the English throne, but Clarence betrayed Warwick and
the Queen, and killed the latter's son at the battle of Tewksbury, Through
the plots of Gloster, Clarence was imprisoned in the Tower of London,
and there murdered.
Brakenbury was lieutenant of the Tower.
The ferryman referred to is Charon, of Greek mythology, who was
supposed to ferry the souls of the dead over the river Acheron to the
infernal regions.
CVK HOMEWARD BOUND,
Richard H. Dana, Jr., 1815-1882, was the son of Richard H- Dana,
the poet. He was born in Cambridge, Mass. In his boyhood be had a
strong desire to be a sailor, but by his father's advice chose a student's life,
and entered Harvard University. At the age of nineteen an affection of the
eyes compelled him to suspend his studies. He now made a voyage to
California as a common sailor, and was gone two years. On his return, he
resumed his studies and graduated in 1837. He afterwards studied law,
and entered upon an active and successful practice. Most of his life was
spent in law and politics, although he won distinction in literature.
The following extract is from his "Two Years before the Mast," a
book published in 1840, giving an account of his voyage to California.
This book details, in a most clear and entertaining manner, the everyday
life of a common sailor on shipboard, and is the best known of all Mr.
Dana's works.
It is usual, in voyages round the Cape from the Pacific, to keep to the
eastward of the Falkland Islands; but, as there had now set in a strong,
steady, and clear southwester, with every prospect of its lasting, and we
had had enough of high latitudes, the captain determined to stand
immediately to the northward, running inside the Falkland
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Islands. Accordingly, when the wheel was relieved at eight o'clock, the
order was given to keep her due north, and all hands were turned up to
square away the yards and make sail.
In a moment the news ran through the ship that the captain was
keeping her off, with her nose straight for Boston, and Cape Horn over
her taffrail- It was a moment of enthusiasm. Everyone was on the alert,
and even the two sick men turned out to lend a hand at the halyards. The
wind was now due southwest, and blowing a gale to which a vessel close-
hauled could have shown no more than a single close-reefed sail; but as
we were going before it, we could carry on. Accordingly, hands were sent
aloft and a reef shaken out of the topsails, and the reefed foresail set.
When we came to masthead the topsail yards, with all hands at the
halyards, we struck up, "Cheerly, men," with a chorus which might have
been heard halfway to Staten Island.
Under her increased sail, the ship drove on through the water. Yet she
could bear it well; and the captain sang out from the quarter-deck--
"Another reef out of that fore topsail, and give it to her." Two hands
sprang aloft; the frozen reef points and earings were cast adrift, the
halyards manned, and the sail gave out her increased canvas to the gale.
All hands were kepi on deck to watch the effect of the change. It was as
much as she could well carry, and with a heavy sea astern, it took two
men at the wheel to steer her.
She flung the foam from her bows; the spray breaking aft as far as the
gangway. She was going at a prodigious rate. Still, everything held.
Preventer braces were reeved and hauled taut; tackles got upon the
backstays; and everything done to keep all snug and strong. The captain
walked the deck at a rapid stride, looked aloft at the sails, and then to
windward; the mate stood in the gangway, rubbing his hands, and talking
aloud to the
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ship— "Hurrah, old bucket! the Boston girls have got hold of the towrope!"
and the like; and we were on the forecastle looking to see how the spars
stood it, and guessing the rale at which she was going, --when the captain
called out--"Mr. Brown, get up the topmast studding sail! What she can't
carry she may drag!"
The mate looked a moment; but he would let no one be before him in
daring. He sprang forward,— "Hurrah, men! rig out the topmast studding
sail boom! Lay aloft, and Til send the rigging up to you!" We sprang aloft
into the top; lowered a girtline down, by which we hauled up the rigging;
rove the tacks and halyards; ran out the boom and lashed it fast, and sent
down the lower halyards as a preventer. It was a clear starlight night, cold
and blowing; but everybody worked with a wilL Some, indeed, looked as
though they thought the "old man" was mad, but no one said a word.
We had had a new topmast studding sail made with a reef in it, --a
thing hardly ever heard of, and which the sailors had ridiculed a good
deal, saying that when it was time to reef a studding sail it was time to
take it in. But we found a use for it now; for, there being a reef in the
topsail, the studding sail could not be set without one in it also. To be
sure, a studding sail with reefed topsails was rather a novelty; yet there
was some reason in it, for if we carried that away, we should lose only a
sail and a boom; but a whole topsail might have carried away the mast
and all.
While we were aloft, the sail had been got out, bent to the yard,
reefed, and ready for hoisting. Waiting for a good opportunity, the
halyards were manned and the yard hoisted fairly up to the block; but
when the mate came to shake the cat's-paw out of the downhaul, and we
began to boom end the sail, it shook the ship to her center. The boom
buckled up and bent like a whipstick, and we looked every moment to see
something go; but, being of
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the short, tough upland spruce, it bent like whalebone, and nothing could
break it. The carpenter said it was the best stick he had ever seen.
The strength of all hands soon brought the tack to the boom end, and
the sheet was trimmed down, and the preventer and the weather brace
hauled taut to take off the strain. Every rope-yarn seemed stretched to the
utmost, and every thread of canvas; and with this sail added to her, the
ship sprang through the water like a thing possessed. The sail being nearly
all forward, it lifted her out of the water, and she seemed actually to jump
from sea to sea. From the time her keel was laid, she had never been so
driven; and had it been life or death with everyone of us, she could not
have borne another stitch of canvas.
Finding that she would bear the sail, the hands we're sent below, and
our watch remained on deck. Two men at the wheel had as much as they
could do to keep her within three points of her course, for she steered as
wild as a young colt. The mate walked the deck, looking at the sails, and
then over the side to see the foam fly by her,— slapping his hands upon his
thighs and talking to the ship--"Hurrah, you jade, you've got the scent!
you know where you're going!" And when she leaped over the seas, and
almost out of the water, and trembled to her very keel, the spars and masts
snapping and creaking, "There she goes!--There she goes--handsomely!--
As long as she cracks, she holds!"--while we stood with the rigging laid
down fair for letting go, and ready to take in sail and clear away if
anything went.
At four bells we have the log, and she was going eleven knots fairly;
and had it not been for the sea from aft which sent the chip home, and
threw her continually off her course, the log would have shown her to
have been going somewhat faster. I went to the wheel with a young
fellow from the Kennebec, who was a good helmsman; and for two hours
we had our hands full. A few minutes
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showed us that our monkey jackets must come off; and, cold as it was, we
stood in our shirt sleeves in a perspiration, and were glad enough to have
it eight bells and the wheels relieved. We turned in and slept as well as we
could, though the sea made a constant roar under her bows, and washed
over the forecastle like a small cataract.
NOTES. --The Falkland Islands are a group in the Atlantic just east
of Cape Horn,
Bells. On shipboard time is counted in bells, the bell being struck
every half hour.
CVII. IMPEACHMENT OF WARREN HASTINGS.
Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1800-1859, was born in the village of
Rothley, Leicestershire. On his father's side, he descended from Scotch
Highlanders and ministers of the kirk. His education began at home, and
was completed at Trinity College, Cambridge. While a student, he gained
much reputation as a writer and a debater. In 1826 he was admitted to the
bar. In 1825 began his connection with the "Edinburgh Review," which
continued twenty years. Some of his most brilliant essays appeared first in
its pages. He was first chosen to Parliament in 1830, and was reelected
several times. In 1840 his essays and some other writings were collected
and published with the title of "Miscellanies." His "Lays of Ancient
Rome" was published in 1842. His "History of England" was published
near the close of his life. In 1857 he was given the title of Baron
Macaulay. "His style is vigorous, rapid in its movement, and brilliant; and
yet, with all its splendor, has a crystalline clearness. Indeed, the fault
generally found with his style is, that it is so constantly brilliant that the
vision is dazzled and wearied with its excessive brightness," He has
sometimes been charged with sacrificing facts to fine sentences.
In his statesmanship, Macaulay was always an earnest defender of
liberty. His first speech in Parliament was in support of a bill to remove
the civil disabilities of the Jews, and his whole parliamentary career was
consistent with this wise and liberal beginning.
The place in which the impeachment of Warren Hastings was
conducted, was worthy of such a trial. It was the great hall of William
Rufus; the hall which had resounded with acclamations at the
inauguration of thirty
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kings; the hall which had witnessed the just sentence of Bacon, and the
just absolution of Somers; the hall where the eloquence of Strafford had
for a moment awed and melted a victorious party inflamed with just
resentment; the hall where Charles had confronted the High Court of
Justice with the placid courage which half redeemed his fame.
Neither military nor civil pomp was wanting. The avenues were lined
with grenadiers. The streets were kept clear by cavalry. The peers, robed
in gold and ermine, were marshaled by heralds. The judges, in their
vestments of slate, attended to give advice on points of law. The long
galleries were crowded by such an audience as has rarely excited the fears
or the emulation of an orator. There were gathered together, from all parts
of a great, free, enlightened, and prosperous realm, grace and female
loveliness, wit and learning, the representatives of every science and of
every art.
There were seated around the queen, the fair-haired, young daughters
of the house of Brunswick. There the embassadors of great kings and
commonwealths gazed with admiration on a spectacle which no other
country in the world could present. There Siddons, in the prime of her
majestic beauty, looked with emotion on a scene surpassing all the
imitations of the stage. There Gibbon, the historian of the Roman Empire,
thought of the days when Cicero pleaded the cause of Sicily against
Verres; and when, before a senate which had still some show of freedom,
Tacitus thundered against the oppressor of Africa. There, too, were seen,
side by side, the greatest painter and the greatest scholar of the age; for
the spectacle had allured Reynolds from his easel and Parr from his study.
The sergeants made proclamation. Hastings advanced to the bar, and
bent his knee. The culprit was indeed not unworthy of that great presence.
He had ruled an extensive
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and populous country; had made laws and treaties; had sent forth armies;
had set up and pulled down princes; and in his high place he had so borne
himself, thai all had feared him, that most had loved him, and that haired
itself could deny him no title to glory, except virtue. A person, small and
emaciated, yet deriving dignity from a carriage which, while it indicated
deference to the court, indicated, also, habitual self-possession and self-
respect; a high and intellectual forehead; a brow, pensive, but not gloomy;
a mouth of inflexible decision; a face, pale and worn, but serene, on
which a great and well-balanced mind was legibly written: such was the
aspect with which the great proconsul presented himself to his judges.
The charges, and the answers of Hastings, were first read. This
ceremony occupied two whole days. On the third, Burke rose. Four
sittings of the court were occupied by his opening speech, which was
intended to be a general introduction to all the charges. With an
exuberance of thought and a splendor of diction, which more than
satisfied the highly raised expectations of the audience, he described the
character and institutions of the natives of India; recounted the
circumstances in which the Asiatic Empire of Britain had originated; and
set forth the constitution of the Company and of the English Presidencies.
Having thus attempted to communicate to his hearers an idea of
eastern society, as vivid as that which existed in his own mind, he
proceeded to arraign the administration of Hastings, as systematically
conducted in defiance of morality and public law. The energy and pathos
of the great orator extorted expressions of unwonted admiration from all;
and, for a moment, seemed to pierce even the resolute heart of the
defendant. The ladies in the galleries, unaccustomed to such displays of
eloquence, excited by the solemnity of the occasion, and perhaps not
unwilling to
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display their taste and sensibility, were in a state of uncontrollable
emotion. Handkerchiefs were pulled out; smeUing bottles were handed
round; hysterical sobs and screams were heard, and some were even
■J
carried out in fits.
At length the orator concluded. Raising his voice, till the old arches of
Irish oak resounded--"Therefore/' said he, "hath it with all confidence
been ordered by the Commons of Great Britain, that I impeach Warren
Hastings of high crimes and misdemeanors. I impeach him in the name of
the Commons House of Parliament, whose trust he has betrayed, I
impeach him in the name of the English nation, whose ancient honor he
has sullied. I impeach him in the name of the people of India, whose
rights he has trodden under foot, and whose country he has turned into a
desert. Lastly, in the name of human nature itself, in the name of both
sexes, in the name of every age, in the name of every rank, I impeach the
common enemy and oppressor of all."
NOTES, -Warren Hastings (b. 1732, d. 1818) was Governor-general of
British India. He was impeached for maladministration, but, after a trial
which extended from Feb. 13lh, 1788, to April 23d, 1795, and occupied
one hundred and forty-eight days, he was acquitted by a large majority on
each separate count of the impeachment.
William Rufus, or William II. (b. 1056, d. 1 100), built Westminster
Hall in which the trial was held. Bacon; see biographical notice, pages
332 and 333. Somers, John (b. 1651. d. 1716) was impeached for
maladministration while holding the office of lord chamberlain.
Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, earl of, (b, 1593, d, 1641,) was
impeached for his mismanagement while governor of Ireland. He
conducted his own defense with such eloquence that the original
impeachment was abandoned, although he was immediately condemned
for high treason and executed. Charles L (b. 1600, d, 1649), after a war
with Parliament, in which the rights of the people were at issue, was
captured, tried, and condemned to death-
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The House of Brunswick is one of the oldest families of Germany, A
branch of this family occupies the British throne. Siddons, Sarah {b.
1755, d. 1831), was a famous English actress. Gibbon, Edward (b. 1737,
d. 1794), was a celebrated English historian. Cicero ; see note on page
156. Tacitus (b. about 55, d. after 1 17 A. D.) was a Roman orator and
historian, who conducted the prosecution of Marius, proconsul of Africa.
Reynolds, Sir Joshua (b. 1723, d. 1792), an English portrait painter of
note. Parr, Samuel (b, 1747, d. 1825), was an English author, Burke,
Edmund; see biographical sketch accompanying the following lesson.
CVIIL DESTRUCTION OF THE CARNATIC.
Edmund Burke, 1730-1797, one of the most able and brilliant of
England's essayists, orators, and statesmen, was born in Dublin, and was
the son of an able lawyer. He graduated at Trinity College, Dubiin, in
1748. As a student, he was distinguished for ability and industry. From
1750 to 1766 he was in London writing for periodicals, publishing books,
or serving as private secretary. His work on "The Sublime and Beautiful"
appeared in 1756. From 1766 to 1794 he was a member of Parliament,
representing at different times different constituencies. On the first day of
his appearance in the House of Commons he made a successful speech,
"In the three principal questions which excited his interest, and called
forth the most splendid displays of his eloquence--the contest with the
American Colonies, the impeachment of Warren Hastings, and the French
Revolution— we see displayed a philanthropy the most pure, illustrated by
a genius the most resplendent." Mr. Burke's foresight, uprightness,
integrity, learning, magnanimity, and eloquence made him one of the
most conspicuous men of his lime; and his writings stand among the
noblest contributions to English literature.
When at length Hyder Ali found that he had to do with men who
either would sign no convention, or whom no treaty and no signature
could bind, and who were the determined enemies of human intercourse
itself, he decreed to make the country possessed by these incorrigible and
predestinated criminals a memorable example to mankind. He resolved, in
the gloomy recesses of a mind capacious of such things, to leave the
whole Carnatic an everlasting monument of vengeance, and to put
perpetual desolation
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as a barrier between him and those against whom the faith which holds
the moral elements of the world together was no protection.
He became at length so confident of his force, so collected in his
might, that he made no secret whatsoever of his dreadful resolution-
Having terminated his disputes with every enemy and every rival, who
buried their mutual animosities in their common detestation against the
creditors of the Nabob of Arcol, he drew from every quarter whatever a
savage ferocity could add to his new rudiments in the arts of destruction;
and compounding all the materials of fury, havoc, and desolation into one
black cloud, he hung for a while on the declivities of the mountains.
Whilst the authors of all these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on
this menacing meteor which blackened all their horizon, it suddenly burst,
and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the
Carnatic.
Then ensued a scene of woe, the like of which no eye had seen, no
heart conceived, and which no tongue can adequately tell. All the horrors
of war before known or heard of, were mercy to that new havoc. A storm
of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed
every temple. The miserable inhabitants, flying from their flaming
villages, in part were slaughtered; others, without regard to sex, to age, to
the respect of rank, or sacredness of function, --fathers torn from children,
husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and, amidst
the goading spears of drivers, and the trampling of pursuing horses, --were
swept into captivity, in an unknown and hostile land.
Those who were able to evade this tempest, fled to the walled cities;
but escaping from fire, sword, and exile, they fell into the jaws of famine.
The alms of the settlement of Madras, in this dreadful exigency, were
certainly liberal, and all was done by charity that private charity could do;
but it was a people in beggary;
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it was a nation wliich stretclied out its hands for food.
For months together these creatures of sufferance, whose very excess
and luxury in their most plenteous days had fallen short of the allowance
of our austerest fasts, silent, patient, resigned, without sedition or
disturbance, almost without complaint, perished by a hundred a day in the
streets of Madras; every day seventy at least laid their bodies in the
streets, or on the glacis of Tanjore, and expired of famine in the granary
of India,
I was going to wake your justice toward this unhappy part of our
fellow-citizens, by bringing before you some of the circumstances of this
plague of hunger- Of all the calamities which beset and waylay the life of
man, this comes the nearest to our heart, and is that wherein the proudest
of us all feels himself to be nothing more than he is.
Bui I find myself unable to manage it with decorum. These details are
of a species of horror so nauseous and disgusting; they are so degrading to
the sufferers and to the hearers; they are so humiliating to human nature
itself, that, on better thoughts, I find it more advisable to throw a pall over
this hideous object, and to leave it to your general conceptions.
For eighteen months, without intermission, this destruction raged from
the gates of Madras to the gates of Tanjore; and so completely did these
masters in their art, Hyder Ali, and his more ferocious son, absolve
themselves of their impious vow, that when the British armies traversed,
as they did, the Carnatic, for hundreds of miles in all directions, through
the whole line of their march they did not see one man— not one woman--
not one child--nol one four-footed beast of any description whatever! One
dead, uniform silence reigned over the whole region.
With the inconsiderable exceptions of the narrow vicinage of some
few forts, I wish to be understood as speaking
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literally;--! mean to produce to you more than three witnesses, who will
support this assertion in its full extent. That hurricane of war passed
through every part of the central provinces of the Carnatic, Six or seven
districts to the north and lo the south (and these not wholly untouched)
escaped the general ravage.
NOTES. --This selection is an extract from Burke's celebrated speech
in Parliament, in 1785, on the Nabob of Arcot's debts; it bore upon the
maladministration of Hastings,
Arcot, a district in India, had been ceded to the British on condition
that they should pay the former ruler's debts. These were found to be
enormous, and the creditors proved lo be individuals in the East India
Company's employ. The creditors, for their private gain, induced the
Nabob to attempt the subjugation of other native princes, among whom
was Hyder AIL The latter at first made successful resistance, and
compelled the Nabob and his allies to sign a treaty. The treaty was not
kept, and the destruction above recounted look place.
The Carnatic is a province in British India, on the eastern side of the
peninsula; it contains about 50,000 square miles. Madras is a city, and
Tanjore a town, in this province.
CIX.THE RAVEN.
Edgar Allan Poe, 1809-1849, was born in Boston, and died in
Baltimore, He was left a destitute orphan at an early age, and was adopted
by Mr. John Allan, a wealthy citizen of Richmond. He entered the
University of Virginia, at Charlottesville, where he excelled in his studies,
and was always at the head of his class; but he was compelled to leave on
account of irregularities. He was afterwards appointed a cadet at West
Point, but failed lo graduate there for the same reason. Poe now quarreled
with his benefactor and left his house never to return. During the rest of
his melancholy career, he obtained a precarious livelihood by different
literary enterprises- His ability as a writer gained him positions with
various periodicals in Richmond, New York, and Philadelphia, and during
this time he wrote some of his finest prose. The appearance of "The
Raven" in 1845, however, at once made Poe a
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literary lion. He was quite successful for a time, but then fell back into his
dissipated habits which finally caused his death. In his personal
appearance, Poe was neat and gentlemanly; his face was expressive of
intellect and sensibility; and his mental powers in some directions were of
a high order. His writings show care, and a great degree of skill in their
construction; but their effect is generally morbid.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered, weak and weary.
Over many a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping.
Suddenly there came a tapping.
As of some one gently rapping.
Rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered,
"Tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember.
It was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember
Wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;
Vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow
Sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden
Whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain
Rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me, --filled me with fantastic
Terrors, never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating
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Of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating
Entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating
Entrance at my chamber door;
This it is, and nothing more/'
Presently my soul grew stronger;
Hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly
Your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping.
And so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping.
Tapping at my chamber door.
That I scarce was sure I heard vou."—
Here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering.
Long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals
Ever dared to dream before;
Bui the silence was unbroken.
And the stillness gave no token.
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo
Murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning.
All my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping.
Something louder than before.
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"Surely," said I, "surely, that is
Something al my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is,
And this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment,
And this mystery explore;--
Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter.
When, with many a flirt and flutter.
In there stepped a stately Raven
Of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he;
Not a minute stopped or stayed he.
But, with mien of lord or lady.
Perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling
My sad fancy into smiling.
By the grave and stern decorum
Of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
Thou," I said, "art sure no craven.
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven,
Wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what thy lordly name is
On the night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly
Fowl to hear discourse so plainly.
Though its answer little meaning--
6.-25.
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Little relevancy bore;
For we can not help agreeing
That no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing
Bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured
Bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.
But the Raven, silting lonely
On that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in
That one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered.
Not a feather then he fluttered,
Till I scarcely more than muttered,
"Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me.
As my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken
By reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters
Is its only stock and store.
Caught from some unhappy master
Whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster
Till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that
Melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.' "
But the Raven still beguiling
All my sad soul into smiling.
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in
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Front of bird, and bust, and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking,
I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking
What this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly.
Gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore,"
This I sat engaged in guessing,
Bui no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now
Burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining.
With my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining
That the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining.
With the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser.
Perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim, whose footfalls
Tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," 1 cried, "thy God hath lent thee--
By these angels he hath sent thee
Respile--respite and nepenthe [1]
From thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,
And forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet! " said I, "thing of evil!--
Prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether
[Transcriber's Note 1: nepenthe— A drug to relieve grief, by blocking memory
of sorrow or pain.]
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Tempest tossed thee here ashore.
Desolate, yet all undaunted.
On this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--
Tell me truly, I iinplore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?
Tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil,--
Prophel still, if bird or devil! —
By that heaven that bends above us,
By that God we both adore.
Tell this soul with sorrow laden,
If, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden
Whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden.
Whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting.
Bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting;
"Get thee back into the tempest
And the night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token
Of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--
Quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and
Take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting.
Still is sitting, still is sitting
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On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's thai is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out thai shadow.
Thai lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
NOTES. --Pallas, or Minerva, in ancient mythology, was the goddess
of wisdom,
Plutonian, see note on Pluto, page 242.
Gilead is the name of a mountain group of Palestine, cefebrated for its
balsam or balm made from herbs. It is here used figuratively.
Aidenn is an Anglicized and disguised spelling of the Arabic form of
the word Eden: it is here used as a synonym for heaven.
ex. A VIEW OF THE COLOSSEUM.
Orville Dewey, 1794-1882, a well known Unitarian clergyman and
author, was born in Sheffield, Massachusetts, graduated with distinction
at Williams College in 1814, and afterward studied theology at Andover.
For a while he was assistant to Dr- W. E. Channing in Boston, and later,
was a pastor in New Bedford, New York City, and Boston, He made two
or three voyages to Europe, and published accounts of his travels.
"Discourses on Human Life," "Discourses on the Nature of Religion,"
"Discourses on Commerce and Business," are among his published
works. His writings are both philosophical and practical; and, as a
preacher, he was esteemed original, earnest, and impressive.
On the eighth of November, from the high land, about fourteen miles
distant, I first saw Rome; and although there is something very
unfavorable to impression in the expectation that you are to be greatly
impressed, or that
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you ought to be, or that such is the fashion; yet Rome is too mighty a
name to be withstood by such or any other influences. Let you come upon
that hill in what mood you may, the scene will lay hold upon you as with
the hand of a giant. I scarcely know how to describe the impression, but it
seemed to me as if something strong and stately, like the slow and
majestic march of a mighty whirlwind, swept around those eternal towers;
the storms of time, that had prostrated the proudest monuments of the
world, seemed to have left their vibrations in the still and solemn air; ages
of history passed before me; the mighty procession of nations, kings,
consuls, emperors, empires, and generations had passed over that sublime
theater. The fire, the storm, the earthquake, had gone by; but there was yet
left the still, small voice like that at which the prophet "wrapped his face
in his mantle."
I went to see the Colosseum by moonlight- It is the monarch, the
majesty of all ruins; there is nothing like it. All the associations of the
place, too, give it the most impressive character. When you enter within
this stupendous circle of ruinous walls and arches, and grand terraces of
masonry, rising one above another, you stand upon the arena of the old
gladiatorial combats and Christian martyrdom; and as you lift your eyes
to the vast amphitheater, you meet, in imagination, the eyes of a hundred
thousand Romans, assembled to witness these bloody spectacles. What a
multitude and mighty array of human beings; and how little do we know
in modern times of great assemblies! One, two, and three, and, at its last
enlargement by Constantine, more than three hundred thousand persons
could be seated in the Circus Maximus!
But to return to the Colosseum; we went up under the conduct of a
guide upon the walls and terraces, or eirbankmenls, which supported the
ranges of seats. The seats have long since disappeared; and grass
overgrows the spots where the pride, and power, and wealth, and beauty
of
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Rome sat down to its barbarous entertainments. What thronging life was
here then! What voices, what greetings, what hurrying footsteps upon the
staircases of the eighty arches of entrance! And now, as we picked our
way carefully through the decayed passages, or cautiously ascended some
moldering flight of steps, or stood by the lonely walls--ourselves silent,
and, for a wonder, the guide silent, too--lhere was no sound here but of
the bat, and none came from without but the roll of a distant carriage, or
the convent bell from the summit of the neighboring Esquiline.
It is scarcely possible to describe the effect of moonlight upon this
ruin- Through a hundred lonely arches and blackened passageways it
streamed in, pure, bright, soft, lambent, and yet distinct and clear, as if it
came there at once to reveal, and cheer, and pity the mighty desolation.
But if the Colosseum is a mournful and desolate spectacle as seen from
within— without, and especially on the side which is in best preservation,
it is glorious. We passed around it; and, as we looked upward, the moon
shining through its arches, from the opposite side, it appeared as if it were
the coronet of the heavens, so vast was it— or like a glorious crown upon
the brow of night.
I feel that i do not and can not describe this mighty ruin. I can only
say that I came away paralyzed, and as passive as a child. A soldier
stretched out his hand for "un dona," as we passed the guard; and when
my companion said I did wrong to give, 1 told him that I should have
given my cloak, if the man had asked it. Would you break any spell that
worldly feeling or selfish sorrow may have spread over your mind, go and
see the Colosseum by moonlight,
NOTES. --The Colosseum {pro. Col-os-se'um) was commenced by the
Roman emperor Vespasian, and was completed by Titus, his son, 79 A,D.
Its construction occupied but three
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years, notwithstanding its size; a great part of its walls are standing today.
The Circus Maximus was an amphitheater built by Tarquin the Elder
about 600 B. C.
Constantine . See note on page 175.
The Esquiline is one of the seven hills upon which Rome is built.
Un dona, an Italian phrase meaning a gift or alms.
CXI, THE BRIDGE,
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour.
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea.
And far in the hazy distance
Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the flaming furnace
Gleamed redder than the moon.
Among the long, black rafters
The wavering shadows lay.
And the current that came from the ocean
Seemed to lift and bear them away;
As, sweeping and eddying through them.
Rose the belated tide.
And, streaming into the moonlight,
The seaweed floated wide.
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And like those waters rushing
Among the wooden piers,
A flood of thoughts came o'er me
That fiUed my eyes with tears
How often, oh, how often,
In the days that had gone by,
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed on that wave and sky!
How often, oh, how often,
I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would bear me away on its bosom
O'er the ocean wild and wide.
For my heart was hot and restless,
And my life was full of care,
And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than I could bear.
But now it has fallen from me,
It is buried in the sea;
And only the sorrow of others
Throws its shadow over me.
Yet, whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers.
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men.
Each bearing his burden of sorrow.
Have crossed the bridge since then.
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I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro.
The young heart hot and restless,
And the old, subdued and slow!
And forever and forever.
As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;
The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
--Longfellow,
CXIL OBJECTS AND LIMITS OF SCIENCE,
Robert Charles Winthrop, 1809-1894, was a descendant of John
Winthrop, the first Governor of the Colony of Massachusetts Bay. He was
born in Boston, studied at the public Latin School, graduated at Harvard
in 1828, and studied law with Daniel Webster, Possessing an ample
fortune, he made little effort to practice his profession. In 1834 he was
elected to the Legislature of his native stale, and was reelected five times;
three years he was Speaker of the House of Representatives, In 1840 he
was chosen to Congress, and sat as Representative for ten years. In 1847
he was chosen Speaker of the House. He also served a short time in the
Senate. His published writings are chiefly in the form of addresses and
speeches; they are easy, finished, and scholarly. As a speaker, Mr-
Winthrop was ready, full-voiced, and self-possessed.
There are fields enough for the wildest and most extravagant
theorizings, within man's own appropriate domain, without overleaping
the barriers which separate things human and divine. Indeed, I have often
thought that modern science had afforded a most opportune and
providential safety valve for the intellectual curiosity and arrfcition of
man, at a moment when the progress of education,
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invention, and liberty had roused and stimulated him to a pitch of such
unprecedented eagerness and ardor. Astronomy, Chemistry, and, more
than all, Geology, with their incidental branches of study, have opened an
inexhaustible field for investigation and speculation. Here, by the aid of
modern instruments and modern modes of analysis, the most ardent and
earnest spirits may find ample room and verge enough for their insatiate
activity and audacious enterprise, and may pursue their course not only
without the slightest danger of doing mischief to others, but with the
certainly of promoting the great end of scientific truth-
Let them lift their vast reflectors or refractors to the skies, and detect
new planets in their hiding places. Let them waylay the fugitive comets in
their flight, and compel them to disclose the precise period of their orbits,
and to give bonds for their punctual return. Let them drag out reluctant
satellites from "their habitual concealments." Let them resolve the
unresolvable nebulae of Orion or Andromeda. They need not fear. The
sky will not fall, nor a single star be shaken from its sphere-
Let them perfect and elaborate their marvelous processes of making
the light and the lightning their ministers, for putting "a pencil of rays"
into the hand of art, and providing tongues of fire for the communication
of intelligence. Let them foretell the path of the whirlwind, and calculate
the orbit of the storm. Let them hang out their gigantic pendulums, and
make the earth do the work of describing and measuring her own motions.
Let them annihilate human pain, and literally "charm ache with air,
and agony with ether." The blessing of God will attend ail their toils, and
the gratitude of man will await all their triumphs.
Let them dig down into the bowels of the earth. Let them rive asunder
the massive rocks, and unfold the history of creation as it lies written on
the pages of their
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piled up strata. Let them gather up the fossil fragments of a lost Fauna,
reproducing the ancient forms which inhabited the land or the seas,
bringing them together, bone to his bone, till Leviathan and Behemoth
stand before us in bodily presence and in their full proportions, and we
almost tremble lest these dry bones should live again! Let them put nature
to the rack, and torture her, in all her forms, to the betrayal of her inmost
secrets and confidences. They need not forbear. The foundations of the
round world have been laid so strong that they can not be moved.
But let them not think by searching to find out God. Let them not
dream of understanding the Almighty to perfection. Lei them not dare to
apply their tests and solvents, their modes of analysis or their terms of
definition, to the secrets of the spiritual kingdom. Let them spare the
foundations of faith. Let them be satisfied with what is revealed of the
mysteries of the Divine Nature. Let them not break through the bounds to
gaze after the Invisible,
NOTES. --Orion and Andromeda are the names of two
constellations.
The Leviathan is described in Job, chap, xli, and the Behemoth in Job,
chap. xl. It is not known exactly what beasts are meant by these
descriptions.
CXIIL THE DOWNFALL OF POLAND.
O Sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased a while.
And Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile.
When leagued Oppression poured to northern wars
Her whiskered pandours and her fierce hussars,
Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn,
Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn;
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Tumulluous horror brooded o'er her van,
Presaging wrath lo Poland--and lo man!
Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed,
Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid;
"O Heaven!" he cried, "my bleeding country save!
Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains,
Rise, fellow-men! our country yet remains!
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high.
And swear for her to live--with her to die!"
He said, and on the rampart heights arrayed
His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed;
Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;
Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly.
Revenge or death--the watchword and reply;
Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm,
And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm.
In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few!
From rank to rank, your volleyed thunder flew!
Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of time,
Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;
Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe.
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!
Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear,
Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career;
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell.
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko feii!
--Thomas CampbelL
NOTES. -Kosciusko (b. 1746, d. 1817), a celebrated Polish patriot,
who had served in the American Revolution, was besieged
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at Warsaw, in 1794, by a large force of Russians, Prussians, and
Austrians. After the siege was raised, he marched against a force of
Russians much larger than his own, and was defeated. He was himself
severely wounded and captured-
Sarmatia is the ancient name for a region of Europe which embraced
Poland, but was of greater extent.
CXIV. LABOR,
Horace Greeley, 181 1-1872, perhaps the most famous editor of
America, was born in Amherst, New Hampshire, of poor parents. His
boyhood was passed in farm Jabor, in attending the common school, and
in reading every book on which he could lay his hands. His reading was
mostly done by the light of pine knots. At fifteen he entered a printing
office in Vermont, became the best workman in the office, and continued
to improve every opportunity for study. At the age of twenty he appeared
in New York City, poorly clothed, and aknost destitute of money. He
worked at his trade for a year or two, and then set up printing for himself.
For several years he was not successful, but struggled on, performing an
immense amount of work as an editor. In 1841 he established the "New
York Tribune," which soon became one of the most successful and
influential papers in the country. In 1848 he was elected to Congress, but
remained but a short lime. In 1 872 he was a candidate for the Presidency,
was defeated, and died a few days afterward- Mr. Greeley is a rare
example of what may be accomplished by honesty and unflinching
industry. Besides the vast amount which he wrote for the newspapers, he
published several books; the best known of which is "The American
Conflict."
Every child should be trained to dexterity in some useful branch of
productive industry, not in order that he shall certainly follow that pursuit,
but that he may at all events be able to do so in case he shall fail in the
more intellectual or artificial calling which he may prefer to it. Let him
seek to be a doctor, lawyer, preacher, poet, if he will; but let him not stake
his all on success in that pureuit, but have a second line to fall back upon
if driven from his first. Let him be so reared and trained that he may enter,
if he will, upon some intellectual calling in the sustaining consciousness
that he need not debase himself, nor do violence to his convictions, in
order to achieve
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success therein, since he can live and thrive in another {if you choose,
humbler) vocation, if driven from that of his choice. This buttress to
inlegrily, this assurance of self-respect, is to be found in a universal
training to efficiency in Productive Labor.
The world is full of misdirection and waste; but all the calamities and
losses endured by mankind through frost, drought, blight, hail, fires,
earthquakes, inundations, are as nothing to those habitually suffered by
them through human idleness and inefficiency, mainly caused (or
excused) by lack of industrial training. It is quite within the truth to
estimate that one tenth of our people, in the average, are habitually idle
because {as they say) they can find no employment. They look for work
where it can not be had. They seem to be, or they are, unable to do such
as abundantly confronts and solicits them. Suppose these to average but
one million able-bodied persons, and that their work is worth but one
dollar each per day; our loss by involuntary idleness can not be less than
$300,000,000 per annum. I judge thai it is actually $500,000,000, Many
who stand wailing to be hired could earn from two to five dollars per day
had they been properly trained to work, "There is plenty of room higher
up," said Daniel Webster, in response to an inquiry as to the prospects of
a young man just entering upon the practice of law; and there is never a
dearth of employment for men or women of signal capacity or skill. In
this city, ten thousand women are always doing needlework for less than
fifty cents per day, finding themselves; yet twice their number of capable,
skillful seamstresses could find steady employment and good living in
wealthy families at not less than one dollar per day over and above board
and lodging. He who is a good blacksmith, a fair millwright, a tolerable
wagon maker, and can chop limber, make fence, and manage a small farm
if required, is always sure of work and fair recompense; while he or she
who can keep books or teach music fairly.
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but knows how to do nothing else, is in constant danger of falling into
involuntary idleness and consequent beggary. It is a broad, general truth,
that no boy was ever yet inured to daily, systematic, productive labor in
field or shop throughout the latter half of his minority, who did not prove
a useful man, and was notable to find work whenever he wished it.
Yet to the ample and constant employment of a whole community one
prerequisite is indispensable,— thai a variety of pursuits shall have been
created or naturalized therein. A people who have but a single source of
profit are uniformly poor, not because that vocation is necessarily ill-
chosen, but because no single calling can employ and reward the varied
capacities of male and female, old and young, robust and feeble. Thus a
lumbering or fishing region with us is apt to have a large proportion of
needy inhabitants; and the same is true of a region exclusively devoted to
cotton growing or gold mining. A diversity of pursuits is indispensable to
general activity and enduring prosperity.
Sixty or seventy years ago, what was then the District, and is now the
State, of Maine, was a proverb in New England for the poverty of its
people, mainly because they were so largely engaged in limber cutting.
The great grain-growing, wheat-exporting districts of the Russian empire
have a poor and rude people for a like reason. Thus the industry of
Massachusetts is immensely more productive per head than that of North
Carolina, or even that of Indiana, as it will cease to be whenever
manufactures shall have been diffused over our whole country, as they
must and will be. In Massachusetts half the women and nearly half the
children add by their daily labor to the aggregate of realized wealth; in
North Carolina and in Indiana little wealth is produced save by the labor
of men, including boys of fifteen or upward. When this disparity shall
have ceased, its consequence will also disappear.
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CXV. THE LAST DAYS OF HERCULANEUM.
Edwin Atherstone, 1788-1872, was born at Nollingham, England,
and became known to the literary world chiefly through two poems, "The
Last Days of Herculaneum" and "The Fall of Nineveh," Both poems are
written in blank verse, and are remarkable for their splendor of diction
and their great descriptive power. Atherstone is compared to Thomson,
whom he resembles somewhat in style.
There was a man,
A Roman soldier, for some daring deed
That trespassed on the laws, in dungeon low
Chained down. His was a noble spirit, rough,
But generous, and brave, and kind.
He had a son; it was a rosy boy,
A little faithful copy of his sire.
In face and gesture. From infancy, the child
Had been his father's solace and his care.
Every sport
The father shared and heightened. But at length.
The rigorous law had grasped him, and condemned
To fetters and to darkness.
The captive's lot.
He felt in all its bitterness: the walls
Of his deep dungeon answered many a sigh
And heart-heaved groan- His tale was known, and touched
His jailer with compassion; and the boy.
Thenceforth a frequent visitor, beguiled
His father's lingering hours, and brought a balm
With his loved presence, that in every wound
Dropped healing. But, in this terrific hour.
He was a poisoned arrow in the breast
Where he had been a cure.
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With earliest morn
Of that first day of darkness and amaze,
He came. The iron door was closed--for ihem
Never to open more! The day, the night
Dragged slowly by; nor did they know the fate
Impending o'er the city. Well they heard
The pent-up thunders in the earth beneath,
And felt its giddy rocking; and the air
Grew hot at length, and thick; but in his straw
The boy was sleeping: and the father hoped
The earthquake might pass by: nor would he wake
From his sound rest the unfearing child, nor tell
The dangers of their state.
On his low couch
The fettered soldier sank, and, with deep awe.
Listened the fearful sounds: with upturned eye.
To the great gods he breathed a prayer; then, strove
To caJm himself, and lose in sleep awhile
His useless terrors. But he could not sleep:
His body burned with feverish heat; his chains
Clanked loud, although he moved not; deep in earth
Groaned unimaginable thunders; sounds.
Fearful and ominous, arose and died.
Like the sad mornings of November's wind.
In the blank midnight. Deepest horror chilled
His blood that burned before; cold, clammy sweats
Came o'er him; then anon, a fiery thrill
Shot through his veins. Now, on his couch he shrunk
And shivered as in fear; now, upright leaped.
As though he heard the battle trumpet sound.
And longed to cope with death.
He slept, at last,
A troubled, dreamy sleep. Well had he slept
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Never to waken more! His hours are few.
But terrible his agony.
Soon the storm
Burst forth; the lightnings glanced; the air
Shook with the thunders. They awoke; they sprung
Amazed upon their feet. The dungeon glowed
A moment as in sunshine--and was dark:
Again, a flood of white flame fills the cell.
Dying away upon the dazzled eye
In darkening, quivering lints, as stunning sound
Dies throbbing, ringing in the ear.
With intensest awe.
The soldier's frame was filled; and many a thought
Of strange foreboding hurried through his mind.
As underneath he fell the fevered earth
Jarring and lifting; and the massive walls,
Heard harshly grate and strain: yet knew he not,
While evils undefined and yet to come
Glanced through his thoughts, what deep and cureless wound
Fate had already given.— Where, man of woe!
Where, wretched father! is thy boy? Thou calTst
His name in vain:— he can not answer thee.
Loudly the father called upon his child:
No voice replied. Trembling and anxiously
He searched their couch of straw; with headlong haste
Trod round his stinted limits, and, low bent.
Groped darkling on the earth:--no child was there-
Again he called: again, at farthest stretch
Of his accursed fetters, till the blood
Seemed bursting from his ears, and from his eyes
Fire flashed, he strained with arm extended far.
And fingers widely spread, greedy to touch
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Though but his idol's garment. Useless toil!
Yet still renewed: still round and round he goes.
And strains, and snatches, and with dreadful cries
Calls on his boy.
Mad frenzy fires him now.
He plants against the wall his feel; his chain
Grasps; tugs with giant strength lo force away
The deep-driven staple; yells and shrieks with rage:
And, like a desert lion in the snare,
Raging to break his toils, --to and fro bounds.
But see! the ground is opening;--a blue light
Mounts, gently waving, --noiseless;--thin and cold
It seems, and like a rainbow tint, not flame;
But by its luster, on the earth outstretched.
Behold the lifeless child! his dress is singed,
And, o'er his face serene, a darkened line
Points out the lightning's track.
The father saw.
And all his fury fled:— a dead calm fell
That instant on him:--speechless--fixed--he stood.
And with a look that never wandered, gazed
Intensely on the corse. Those laughing eyes
Were not yet closed, --and round those ruby lips
The wonted smile returned.
Silent and pale
The father stands:— no tear is in his eye:--
The thunders bellow;— but he hears them not:--
The ground lifts like a sea;--he knows it not:--
The strong walls grind and gape:--the vaulted roof
Takes shape like bubble tossing in the wind;
See! he looks up and smiles; for death to him
Is happiness. Yet could one last embrace
Be given, 't were still a sweeter thing to die.
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II will be given. Look! how the rolling ground,
Al every swell, nearer and still more near
Moves toward the father's outstretched arm his boy.
Once he has touched his garmenl:--how his eye
Lightens with love, and hope, and anxious fears!
Ha, see! he has him now!--he clasps him round;
Kisses his face; puts back the curling locks,
That shaded his fine brow; looks in his eyes;
Grasps in his own those little dimpled hands;
Then folds him to his breast, as he was wont
To lie when sleeping; and resigned, awaits
Undreaded death.
And death came soon and swift
And pangless. The huge pile sank down at once
Into the opening earth. Walls— arches— roof--
And deep foundation stones— all--mingling--fell!
NOTES. --Herculaneum and Pompeii were cities of Italy, which were
destroyed by an eruption of Vesuvius in the year 79 A. D., being entirely
buried under ashes and lava. During the last century they have been dug
out to a considerable extent, and many of the streets, buildings, and
utensils have been found in a slate of perfect preservation.
CXVL HOW MEN REASON,
My friend, the Professor, whom I have mentioned to you once or
twice, told me yesterday that somebody had been abusing him in some of
the journals of his calling. I told him that I did n't doubt he deserved it;
that 1 hoped he did deserve a little abuse occasionally, and would for a
number of years to come; that nobody could do anything to make his
neighbors wiser or better without being liable to abuse for it; especially
that people hated to have their
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little mistakes made fun of, and perhaps he had been doing something of
the kind. The Professor smiled.
Now, said I, hear what I am going to say. It will not take many years
to bring you to the period of life when men, at least the majority of
writing and talking men, do nothing but praise. Men, like peaches and
pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay. I don't know
what it is, --whether a spontaneous change, mental or bodily, or whether it
is through experience of the thanklessness of critical honesty,— but it is a
fact, that most writers, except sour and unsuccessful ones, get tired of
finding fault at about the time when they are beginning to grow old.
As a general thing, I would not give a great deal for the fair words of a
critic, if he is himself an author, over fifty years of age. At thirty, we are
all trying to cut our names in big letters upon the walls of this tenement of
life; twenty years later, we have carved it, or shut up our jackknives. Then
we are ready to help others, and care less to hinder any, because nobody's
elbows are in our way. So I am glad you have a little life left; you will be
saccharine enough in a few years.
Some of the softening effects of advancing age have struck me very
much in what I have heard or seen here and elsewhere, 1 just now spoke
of the sweetening process that authors undergo. Do you know that in the
gradual passage from maturity to helplessness the harshest characters
sometimes have a period in which they are gentle and placid as young
children? I have heard it said, but I can not be sponsor for its truth, that
the famous chieftain, Lochiel, was rocked in a cradle like a baby, in his
old age. An old man, whose studies had been of the severest scholastic
kind, used to love to hear little nursery stories read over and over to him.
One who saw the Duke of Wellington in his last years describes him as
very gentle in his aspect and demeanor. I remember a person of
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singularly stern and lofty bearing who became remarkably gracious and
easy in all his ways in the later period of his life.
And that leads me to say that men often remind me of pears in their
way of coming to maturity. Some are ripe at twenty, like human
Jargonelles, and must be made the most of, for their day is soon over.
Some come into their perfect condition late, like the autumn kinds, and
they last belter than the summer fruit. And some, that, like the Winter
Nelis, have been hard and uninviting until all the rest have had their
season, get their glow and perfume long after the frost and snow have
done their worst with the orchards. Beware of rash criticisms; the rough
and stringent fruit you condemn may be an autumn or a winter pear, and
that which you picked up beneath the same bough in August may have
been only its worm-eaten windfalls. Milton was a Saint Germain with a
graft of the roseate Early Catherine. Rich, juicy, lively, fragrant, russet-
skinned old Chaucer was an Easter Beurre'; the buds of a new summer
were swelling when he ripened.
--Holmes.
NOTES. --The above selection is from the "Autocrat of the Breakfast
Table."
Lochiel. See note on page 214,
The Duke of Wellington {b. 1769, d. 1852) was the most celebrated
of English generals. He won great renown in India and in the "Peninsular
War," and commanded the allied forces when Napoleon was defeated at
Waterloo.
Easter Beurre', Saint Germain, Winter Nelis, Early Catherine and
Jargonelles are the names of certain varieties of pears.
Milton. See biographical notice on page 312.
Chaucer, Geoffrey (b, 1328, d. 1400). is often called "The Father of
English Poetry." He was the first poet buried in Westminster Abbey. He
was a prolific writer, but his "Canterbury Tales" is by far the best known
of his works.
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CXVIL THUNDERSTORM ON THE ALPS.
Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake,
With the wild world I dwell in, is a thing
Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake
Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction; once I loved
Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring
Sounds sweet, as if a sister's voice reproved.
That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
All heaven and earth are still--though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most;
And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep--
All heaven and earth are still: from the high host
Of stars, to the lulled lake and mountain coast.
All is concentered in a life intense.
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost.
But hath a part of being, and a sense
Of that which is of all Creator and defense.
The sky is changed! and such a change! O night,
And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman! Far along.
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among.
Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud.
But every mountain now hath found a tongue.
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud.
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
And this is in the night. --Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be
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A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,—
A portion of the tempest and of thee!
How the lit lake shines, --a phosphoric sea!
And the big rain comes dancing to the earth!
And now again, 'tis black,— and now, the glee
Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain mirth,
As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between
Heights which appear as lovers who have parted
In hate, whose mining depths so intervene,
That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted;
Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted.
Love was the very root of the fond rage.
Which blighted their life's bloom, and then--departed.
Itself expired, but leaving them an age
Of years, all winters, --war within themselves to wage.
Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way.
The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand!
For here, not one, but many make their play.
And fling their thunderbolts from hand to hand,
Flashing and cast around! Of all the band.
The brightest through these parted hills hath forked
His lightnings, --as if he did understand.
That in such gaps as desolation worked.
There, the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked.
—Byron.
NOTE, --Lake Leraan (or Lake of Geneva) is in the south-western part of
Switzerland, separating it in part from Savoy. The Rhone flows through
it, entering by a deep narrow gap, with mountain groups on either hand,
eight or nine thousand feet above the water. The scenery about the lake is
magnificent, the Jura mountains bordering it on the northwest, and the
Alps lying on the south and east.
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CXVIIL ORIGIN OF PROPERTY,
Sir William Blackslone , 1723-1780, was the son of a silk merchant,
and was born in London. He studied with great success at Oxford, and
was admitted to the bar in 1745. At first he could not obtain business
enough in his profession to support himself, and for a lime relinquished
practice, and lectured at Oxford. He afterwards returned to London, and
resumed his practice with great success, still continuing to lecture at
Oxford. He was elected to Parliament in 1761; and in 1770 was made a
justice of the Court of Common Pleas, which office he held till his death.
Blackslone's fame rests upon his "Commentaries on the Laws of
England," published about 1769. He was a man of great ability, sound
learning, unflagging industry, and moral integrity. His great work is still a
common text-book in the study of law.
In the beginning of the world, we are informed by Holy Writ, the all-
bountiful Creator gave to man dominion over all the earth, and "over the
fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing
that movelh upon the earth," This is the only true and solid foundation of
man's dominion over external things, whatever airy, metaphysical notions
may have been started by fanciful writers upon this subject. The earth,
therefore, and all things therein, are the general property of all mankind,
exclusive of other beings, from the immediate gift of the Creator. And
while the earth continued bare of inhabitants, it is reasonable to suppose
that all was in common among them, and that everyone took from the
public stock, to his own use, such things as his immediate necessities
required.
These general notions of property were then sufficient to answer all
the purposes of human life; and might, perhaps, still have answered them,
had it been possible for mankind to have remained in a state of primeval
simplicity, in which "all things were common to him." Not that this
communion of goods seems ever to have been applicable, even in the
earliest ages, to aught but the substance of the thing; nor could it be
extended to the use of it. For, by the law of nature and reason, he who
first began to use
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it, acquired therein a kind of transient property, that lasted so long as he
was using it, and no longer. Or, to speak with greater precision, the right
of possession continued for the same lime, only, that the act of possession
lasted.
Thus, the ground was in common, and no part of it was the permanent
properly of any man in particular; yet, whoever was in the occupation of
any determined spot of it, for rest, for shade, or the like, acquired for the
time a sort of ownership, from which it would have been unjust and
contrary to the law of nature to have driven him by force; but, the instant
that he quitted the use or occupation of it, another might seize it without
injustice. Thus, also, a vine or other tree might be said to be in common,
as all men were equally entitled to its produce; and yet, any private
individual might gain the sole property of the fruit which he had gathered
for his own repast: a doctrine well illustrated by Cicero, who compares
the world to a great theater, which is common to the public, and yet the
place which any man has taken is, for the time, his own.
But when mankind increased in number, craft, and ambition, it
became necessary to entertain conceptions of a more permanent
dominion; and to appropriate to individuals not the immediate use only,
but the very substance of the thing to be used. Otherwise, innumerable
tumults must have arisen, and the good order of the world been
continually broken and disturbed, while a variety of persons were striving
who should get the first occupation of the same thing, or disputing which
of them had actually gained it. As human life also grew more and more
refined, abundance of conveniences were devised to render it more easy,
commodious, and agreeable; as habitations for shelter and safety, and
raiment for warmth and decency. But no man would be at the trouble to
provide either, so long as he had only a usufructuary property in them,
which was to cease the instant that he quitted possession; if, as soon as he
walked out of his tent or pulled off his garment.
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the next stranger who came by would have a right to inhabit the one and
to wear the other.
In the case of habitations, in particular, it was natural to observe that
even the brute creation, to whom everything else was in common,
maintained a kind of permanent property in their dwellings, especially for
the protection of their young; that the birds of the air had nests, and the
beasts of the fields had caverns, the invasion of which they esteemed a
very flagrant injustice, and would sacrifice their lives to preserve them.
Hence a property was soon established in every man's house and
homestead; which seem to have been originally mere temporary huts or
movable cabins, suited to the design of Providence for more speedily
peopling the earth, and suited to the wandering life of their owners, before
any extensive property in the soil or ground was established.
There can be no doubt but that movables of every kind became sooner
appropriated than the permanent, substantial soil; partly because they
were more susceptible of a long occupancy, which might be continue for
months together without any sensible interruption, and at length, by
usage, ripen into an established right; but, principally, because few of
them could be fit for use till improved and meiorated by the bodily labor
of the occupant; which bodily labor, bestowed upon any subject which
before lay in common to all men, is universally allowed to give the fairest
and most reasonable title to an exclusive property therein.
The article of food was a more immediate call, and therefore a more
early consideration. Such as were not contented with the spontaneous
product of the earth, sought for a more solid refreshment in the flesh of
beasts, which they obtained by hunting. But the frequent disappointments
incident to that method of provision, induced them to gather together such
animals as were of a more tame and sequacious nature and to establish a
permanent property in their flocks and herds, in order to sustain
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themselves in a less precarious manner, partly by the milk of the dams,
and partly by the flesh of the young.
The support of these their cattle made the article of water also a very
important point. And, therefore, the book of Genesis, (the most venerable
monument of antiquity, considered merely with a view to history,) will
furnish us with frequent instances of violent contentions concerning
wells; the exclusive property of which appears to have been established in
the first digger or occupant, even in places where the ground and herbage
remained yet in common. Thus, we find Abraham, who was but a
sojourner, asserting his right to a well in the country of Abimelech, and
exacting an oath for his security "because he had digged that well." And
Isaac, about ninety years afterwards, reclaimed this his father's property;
and, after much contention with the Philistines, was suffered to enjoy it in
peace.
All this while, the soil and pasture of the earth remained still in
common as before, and open to every occupant; except, perhaps, in the
neighborhood of towns, where the necessity of a sale and exclusive
property in lands, (for the sake of agriculture,) was earlier felt, and
therefore more readily complied with. Otherwise, when the multitude of
men and cattle had consumed every convenience on one spot of ground, it
was deemed a natural right to seize upon and occupy such other lands as
would more easily supply their necessities.
We have a striking example of this in the history of Abraham and his
nephew Lot. When their joint substance became so great that pasture and
other conveniences grew scarce, the natural consequence was that a strife
arose between their servants; so that it was no longer practicable to dwell
together. This contention, Abraham thus endeavored to compose: "Let
there be no strife, I pray thee, between me and thee. Is not the whole land
before thee? Separate thyself, I pray thee, from me- If thou wilt take
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the left hand, then I will go to the right; or if thou depart to the right hand,
then I will go to the left," This plainly implies an acknowledged right in
either to occupy whatever ground he pleased that was not preoccupied by
other tribes. "And Lot lifted up his eyes, and beheld all the plain of
Jordan, that it was well watered everywhere, even as the garden of the
Lord. Then Lot chose him all the plain of Jordan, and journeyed east; and
Abraham dwelt in the land of Canaan."
As the world by degrees grew more populous, it daily became more
difficult to find out new spots to inhabit, without encroaching upon
former occupants; and, by constantly occupying the same individual spot,
the fruits of the earth were consumed, and its spontaneous products
destroyed without any provision for future supply or succession. It,
therefore, became necessary to pursue some regular method of providing
a constant subsistence; and this necessity produced, or at least promoted
and encouraged the art of agriculture. And the art of agriculture, by a
regular connection and consequence, introduced and established the idea
of a more permanent property in the soil than had hitherto been received
and adopted.
It was clear that the earth would not produce her fruits in sufficient
quantities without the assistance of tillage; but who would be at the pains
of tilling it, if another might watch an opportunity to seize upon and enjoy
the product of his industry, art and labor? Had not, therefore, a separate
property in lands, as well as movables, been vested in some individuals,
the world must have continued a forest, and men have been mere animals
of prey. Whereas, now, (so graciously has Providence interwoven our
duly and our happiness together,) the result of this very necessity has been
the ennobling of the human species, by giving it opportunities of
improving its rational, as well as of exerting its natural faculties.
Necessity begat property; and, in order to insure that
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property, recourse was had to civil society, which brought along with it a
long train of inseparable concomitants: states, government, laws,
punishments, and the public exercise of religious duties. Thus connected
together, it was found that a part only of society was sufficient to provide,
by their manual labor, for the necessary subsistence of all; and leisure was
given to others to cultivate the human mind, to invent useful arts, and to
lay the foundations of science,
NOTE, --Cicero . See note on page 156.
CXIX, BATTLE OF WATERLOO.
There was a sound of revelry by night.
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again.
And all went merry as a marriage bell;
But hush! hark!--a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Did ye not hear it?--No; 't was but the wind.
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet--
But, hark!--that heavy sound breaks in once mere.
As if the clouds its echo would repeal.
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!
Arm! arm! it is--it is the cannon's opening roar!
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Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro.
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes.
Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise.
And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb.
Or whispering with white lips--"The foe! They come!
They come!"
And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass.
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave!--alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass,
Which, now, beneath them, but above, shall grow.
In its next verdure, when this fiery mass
Of living valor, rolling on the foe,
And burning with high hope, shall molder, cold and low
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life.
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay.
The midnight brought the signal sound of strife.
The morn, the marshaling in arms, --the day,
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Battle's magnificently stern array!
The thunderclouds close o'er it, which when rent.
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,
Rider and horse, --friend, foe, --in one red burial blent,
—Byron.
NOTES. -The Battle of Waterloo was fought on June 18th, 1815,
between the French army on one side, commanded by Napoleon
Bonaparte, and the English army and allies on the other side, commanded
by the Duke of Wellington, At the commencement of the battle, some of
the officers were at a ball at Brussels, a short distance from Waterloo, and
being notified of the approaching contest by the cannonade, left the
ballroom for the field of battle.
The wood of Soignies lay between the field of Waterloo and Brussels.
It is supposed to be a remnant of the forest of Ardennes.
CXX, "WITH BRAINS, SIR/'
John Brown, 1810-1882, was born in Lanarkshire, Scotland, and
graduated at the University of Edinburgh, His father was John Brown, an
eminent clergyman and the author of several books. Dr. Brown's literary
reputation rests largely upon a series of papers contributed to the "North
British Review." "Rab and his Friends," a collection of papers published
in book form, is the most widely known of all his writings.
"Pray, Mr. Opie, may 1 ask you what you mix your colors with?" said
a brisk dilettante student to the great painter. "With brains, sir," was the
gruff reply--and the right one. It did not give much of information; it did
not expound the principles and rules of the art; but, if the inquirer had the
commodity referred to, it would awaken him; it would set him agoing,
athinking, and a-painling to good purpose. If he had not the wherewithal,
as was likely enough, the less he had to do with colors and their mixture
the better.
6.-27.
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Many other artists, when asked such a question, would have either set
about detailing the mechanical composition of such and such colors, in
such and such proportions, rubbed up so and so; or perhaps they would
(and so much the better, but not the best) have shown him how ihey laid
them on; but even this would leave him at the critical point. Opie
preferred going to the quick and the heart of the matter: "With brains, sir."
Sir Joshua Reynolds was taken by a friend to see a picture. He was
anxious to admire it, and he looked it over with a keen and careful but
favorable eye, "Capital composition; correct drawing; the color, tone,
chiaroscuro excellent; but— but--it wants— hang it, it wants--lhat!"
snapping his fingers; and, wanting "that," though it had everything else, it
was worth nothing.
Again, Etty was appointed teacher of the students of the Royal
Academy, having been preceded by a clever, talkative, scientific
expounder of aesthetics, who delighted to tell the young men how
everything was done, how to copy this, and how to express that. A student
came up to the new master, "How should I do this, sir?" "Suppose you
try," Another, "What does this mean, Mr. Etty?" "Suppose you look,"
"But I have looked." "Suppose you look again."
And they did try, and they did look, and looked again; and they saw
and achieved what they never could have done had the how or the what
(supposing this possible, which it is not, in full and highest meaning) been
told them, or done for them; in the one case, sight and action were
immediate, exact, intense, and secure; in the other, mediate, feeble, and
lost as soon as gained.
NOTES. -Opie, John (b. 1761, d. 1807), was born in Wales, and was
known as the "Cornish wonder." He became celebrated as a portrait
painter, but afterwards devoted himself
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to historical subjects. He was professor of painting at the Royal Academy.
Reynolds, See note on page 379-
Etty, William {b. 1787, d. 1849), is considered one of the principal
artists of the modern English school. His pictures are mainly historical.
The Royal Academy of Arts, in London, was founded in 1768. It is
under the direction of forty artists of the first rank in their several
professions, who have the title of "Royal Academicians." The admission
to the Academy is free to all properly qualified students.
CXXL THE NEW ENGLAND PASTOR.
Timothy Dwight, 1752-1817, was born at Northampton,
Massachusetts. His mother was a daughter of the celebrated Jonathan
Edwards. It is said that she taught her son the alphabet in one lesson, that
he could read the Bible at four years of age, and that he studied Latin by
himself at six. He graduated at Yale in 1769, returned as tutor in 1771,
and continued six years. He was chaplain in a brigade under General
Putnam for a time. In 1778 his father died, and for five years he supported
his mother and a family of twelve children by farming, teaching and
preaching- From 1783 to 1795 he was pastor at Greenfield, Connecticut-
He was then chosen President of Yale College, and remained in office till
he died. Dr, Dwight was a man of fine bodily presence, of extended
learning, and untiring industry. His presidency of the college was highly
successful. His patriotism was no less ardent and true than his piety. In his
younger days he wrote considerably in verse. His poetry is not all of a
very high order, but some pieces possess merit.
The place, with east and western sides,
A wide and verdant street divides:
And here the houses faced the day,
And there the lawns in beauty lay.
There, turret-crowned, and central, stood
A neat and solemn house of God.
Across the way, beneath the shade
Two elms with sober silence spread.
The preacher lived. O'er all the place
His mansion cast a Sunday grace;
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Dumb stillness sate the fields around;
His garden seemed a hallowed ground;
Swains ceased to laugh aloud, when near.
And schoolboys never sported there.
In the same mild and temperate zone,
Twice twenty years, his course had run.
His locks of flowing silver spread
A crown of glory o'er his head;
His face, the image of his mind,
With grave and furrowed wisdom shined;
Not cold; but glowing still, and bright;
Yet glowing with October light:
As evening blends, with beauteous ray,
Approaching night with shining day.
His Cure his thoughts engrossed alone:
For them his painful course was run:
To bless, to save, his only care;
To chill the guilty soul with fear;
To point the pathway to the skies.
And teach, and urge, and aid, to rise;
Where strait, and difficult to keep.
It climbs, and climbs, o'er Virtue's steep.
CXXIL DEATH OF ABSALOM.
David numbered the people that were with him, and set captains of
thousands and captains of hundreds over them. And David sent forth a
third part of the people under the hand of Joab, and a third part under the
hand of Abishai, the son of Zeruiah, Joab's brother, and a third part under
the hand of Iltai, the Gittite.
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And the king said unto the people, I will surely go forth with you
myself also. But the people answered, thou shall not go forth; for if we
flee away, they will not care for us; neither if half of us die, will they care
for us; but now thou art worth ten thousand of us; therefore now it is
better that thou succor us out of the city. And the king said unto them.
What seemeth you best, I will do.
And the king stood by the gate side, and all the people came out by
hundreds and by thousands. And the king commanded Joab, and Abishai,
and Ittai, saying, Deal gently for my sake with the young man, even with
Absalom. And all the people heard when the king gave all the captains
charge concerning Absalom.
So the people went out into the field against Israel; and the battle was
in the wood of Ephraim; where the people of Israel were slain before the
servants of David, and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty
thousand men. For the battle was there scattered over the face of all the
country: and the wood devoured more people that day than the sword
devoured.
And Absalom met the servants of David. And Absalom rode upon a
mule, and the mule went under the thick boughs of a great oak, and his
head caught hold of the oak, and he was taken up between the heaven and
the earth; and the mule that was under him went away.
And a certain man saw it, and told Joab, and said. Behold, I saw
Absalom hanged in an oak. And Joab said unto the man that told him.
And, behold, thou sawest him, and why didst thou not smite him there to
the ground? and I would have given thee ten shekels of silver and a girdle.
And the man said unto Joab, Though 1 should receive a thousand shekels
of silver in my hand, yet would 1 not put forth my hand against the king's
son; for, in our hearing, the king charged thee, and Abishai, and Ittai,
saying. Beware that none touch the young man Absalom, Otherwise, I
should have wrought falsehood
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against mine own life; for there is no matter hid from the king, and thou
thyself wouldst have set thyself against me.
Then said Joab, I may not tarry thus with thee. And he look three darts
in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Absalom, while he was
yet alive in the midst of the oak. And ten young men that bare Joab's
armor, compassed about and smote Absalom, and slew him. And Joab
blew the trumpet, and the people returned from pursuing after Israel; for
Joab held back the people.
And they took Absalom, and cast him into a great pit in the wood, and
laid a very great heap of stones upon him; and all Israel fled, everyone to
his tent. Now Absalom, in his lifetime, had taken and reared up for
himself a pillar, which is in the king's dale; for he said, I have no son to
keep my name in remembrance; and he called the pillar after his own
name; and it is called unto this day, Absalom's Place.
Then said Ahimaaz, the son of Zadok, Let me now run, and bear the
king tidings, how that the Lord hath avenged him of his enemies. And
Joab said unto him. Thou shall not bear tidings this day, but thou shalt
bear tidings another day: but this day thou shalt bear no tidings, because
the king's son is dead. Then said Joab to Cushi, Go, tell the king what
thou hast seen. And Cushi bowed himself unto Joab, and ran.
Then said Ahimaaz the son of Zadok yet again to Joab, But
howsoever, let me, I pray thee, also run after Cushi. And Joab said,
Wherefore wilt thou run, my son, seeing that thou hast no tidings ready?
But howsoever, said he, let me run. And he said unto him, run. Then
Ahimaaz ran by the way of the plain, and overran Cushi.
And David sat between the two gates; and the watchman went up to
the roof over the gate unto the wall, and lifted up his eyes, and looked,
and behold, a man running alone. And the watchman cried, and told the
king. And
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the king said. If he be alone, there is tidings in his mouth. And he came
apace, and drew near.
And the watchman saw another man running, and the watchman
called unto the porter, and said. Behold, another man running alone. And
the king said. He also bringeth tidings. And the watchman said,
Methinketh the running of the foremost is like the running of Ahimaaz the
son of Zadok- And the king said, He is a good man, and cometh with
good tidings.
And Ahimaaz called, and said unto the king. All is well. And he fell
down to the earth upon his face before the king, and said. Blessed be the
Lord thy God, which hath delivered up the men that lifted up their hand
against my lord the king. And the king said. Is the young man Absalom
safe? And Ahimaaz answered, When Joab sent the king's servant, and me
thy servant, I saw a great tumult, but I knew not what it was. And the king
said unto him. Turn aside and stand here. And he turned aside, and stood
still.
And behold, Cushi came; and Cushi said. Tidings my lord the king;
for the Lord hath avenged thee this day of all them that rose up against
thee. And the king said unto Cushi, Is the young man Absalom safe? And
Cushi answered. The enemies of my lord the king, and all that rise against
thee to do thee hurt, be as that young man is.
And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the
gate, and wept; and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom! my son,
my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my
son!
--II Samuel, Chap, xviii.
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CXXIIL ABRAHAM DAVENPORT,
T was on a May day of the far old year
Seventeen hundred eighty, that there fell
Over the bloom and sweet life of the Spring,
Over the fresh earth and the heaven of noon,
A horror of great darkness, like the night
In day of which the Norland sagas tell.
The Twilight of the Gods.
The low-hung sky
Was black with ominous clouds, save where its rim
Was fringed with a dull glow, like that which climbs
The crater's sides from the red hell below.
Birds ceased to sing, and all the barnyard fowls
Roosted; the cattle at the pasture bars
Lowed, and looked homeward; bats on leathern wings
Flitted abroad; the sounds of labor died;
Men prayed, and women wept; all ears grew sharp
To hear the doom blast of the trumpet shatter
The black sky, that the dreadful face of Christ
Might look from the rent clouds, not as he looked
A loving guest at Bethany, but stern
As Justice and inexorable Law.
Meanwhile in the old Statehouse, dim as ghosts,
Sat the lawgivers of Connecticut,
Trembling beneath their legislative robes.
"It is the Lord's Great Day! Let us adjourn,"
Some said; and then, as if with one accord.
All eyes were turned to Abraham Davenport.
He rose, slow-cleaving with his steady voice
The intolerable hush. "This well may be
The Day of Judgment which the world awaits;
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But be it so or not, I only know
My present duty, and my Lord's command
To occupy till he come. So at the post
Where he hath set me in his providence,
I choose, for one, to meet him face to face.
No faithless servant frightened from my task,
But ready when the Lord of the harvest calls;
And therefore, with all reverence, I would say,
Let God do his work, we will see to ours.
Bring in the candles." And they brought them in.
Then by the flaring lights the Speaker read.
Albeit with husky voice and shaking hands.
An act to amend an act to regulate
The shad and alewive fisheries. Whereupon,
Wisely and well spake Abraham Davenport,
Straight to the question, with no figures of speech
Save the ten Arab signs, yet not without
The shrewd, dry humor natural to the man:
His awe-struck colleagues listening all the while,
Between the pauses of his argument.
To hear the thunder of the wrath of God
Break from the hollow trumpet of the cloud.
And there he stands in memory to this day,
Erect, self-poised, a rugged face, half seen
Against the background of unnatural dark,
A witness to the ages as they pass.
That simple duty hath no place for fear.
-Whittle i\
NOTE, -The "Dark Day," as it is known, occurred May i9th, 1780,
and extended over all New England. The darkness came on about ten
o'clock in the morning, and lasted with varying degrees of intensity until
midnight of the next day. The cause of the phenomenon is unknown.
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CXXIV, THE FALLS OF THE YOSEMITE.
Thomas Starr King, 1824-1863, was born in New York City. His
father was a Universalist minister; and, in 1834, he settled in
Charlestown, Massachusetts. The son was preparing to enter Harvard
University, when the death of his father devolved upon him the support of
his mother, and his collegiate course had to be given up. He spent several
years as clerk and teacher, improving meanwhile all possible
opportunities for study. In 1 846 he was settled over the church to which
his father had preached in Charleslown. Two years later, he was called to
the HoUis Street Unitarian Church in Boston. Here his eloquence and
active public spirit soon made him well known. He also gained much
reputation as a public lecturer. In 1860 he left the East to take charge of
the Unitarian church in San Francisco. During the remaining years of his
life, he exercised much influence in the public affairs of California. He
died suddenly, of diphtheria, in the midst of his brilliant career.
Mr. King was a great lover of nature. His "White Hills," describing
the mountain scenery of New Hampshire, is the most complete book ever
written concerning that interesting region.
The Yosemite valley, in California, is a pass about ten miles long. At
its eastern extremity it leads into three narrower passes, each of which
extends several miles, winding by the wildest paths into the heart of the
Sierra Nevada chain of mountains. For seven miles of the main valley,
which varies in width from three quarters of a mile to a mile and a half,
the walls on either side are from two thousand to nearly five thousand feet
above the road, and are nearly perpendicular. From these walls, rocky
splinters a thousand feet in height start up, and every winter drop a few
hundred tons of granite, to adorn the base of the rampart with picturesque
ruin.
The valley is of such irregular width, and bends so much and often so
abruptly, that there is a great variety and frequent surprise in the forms
and combinations of the overhanging rocks as one rides along the bank of
the stream. The patches of luxuriant meadow, with their dazzling green,
and the grouping of the superb firs, two hundred feet high, that skirt them,
and that shoot above the stout and graceful oaks and sycamores through
which the
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horse path winds, are delightful rests of sweetness and beauty amid the
threatening awfulness.
The Merced, which flows through the sanrie pass, is a noble stream, a
hundred feel wide and ten feel deep, it is formed chiefly of the streams
that leap and rush through the narrower passes, and it is swollen, also, by
the bounty of the marvelous waterfalls that pour down from the ramparts
of the wider valley. The sublime poetry of Habakkuk is needed to
describe the impression, and, perhaps, the geology, of these mighty
fissures: "Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers."
At the fool of the breakneck declivity of nearly three thousand feet by
which we reach the banks of the Merced, we are six miles from the hotel,
and every rod of the ride awakens wonder, awe, and a solemn joy. As we
approach the hotel, and turn toward the opposite bank of the river, what is
that
"Which ever sounds and shines,
A pillar of white light upon the wall
Of purple cliffs aloof descried"?
That, reader, is the highest waterfall in the world--the Yosemite cataract,
nearly twenty-five hundred feel in its plunge, dashing from a break or
depression in a cliff thirty-two hundred feet sheer.
A writer who visited this valley in September, calls the cataract a
mere tape line of water dropped from the sky. Perhaps it is so, toward the
close of the dry season; but as we saw it, the blended majesty and beauty
of it, apart from the general sublimities of Yosemite gorge, would repay a
journey of a thousand miles. There was no deficiency of water. It was a
powerful stream, thirty-five feet broad, fresh from the Nevada, that made
the plunge from the brow of the awful precipice.
At the first leap it clears fourteen hundred and ninety-seven feet; then
it tumbles down a series of steep stairways
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four hundred and two feet, and then makes a jump to the meadows five
hundred and eighteen feet more. But it is the upper and highest cataract
that is most wonderful to the eye, as well as most musical. The cliff is so
sheer that there is no break in the body of the water during the whole of
its descent of more than a quarter of a mile. It pours in a curve from the
summit, fifteen hundred feet, to the basin that hoards it but a moment for
the cascades that follow.
And what endless complexities and opulence of beauty in the forms
and motions of the cataract! It is comparatively narrow at the lop of the
precipice, although, as we said, the tide that pours over is thirty-five feet
broad. But it widens as it descends, and curves a little on one side as it
widens, so that it shapes itself, before it reaches its first bowl of granite,
into the figure of a comet. More beautiful than the comet, however, we
can see the substance of this watery loveliness ever renew itself and ever
pour itself away.
"It mounts in spray the skies, and thence again
Returns in an unceasing shower, which round
With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain,
Is an eternal April to the ground.
Making it all one emerald;--how profound
The gulf! and how the giant element
From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound.
Crushing the cliffs."
The cataract seems to shoot out a thousand serpentine heads or knots
of water, which wriggle down deliberately through the air and expend
themselves in mist before half the descent is over. Then a new set burst
from the body and sides of the fall, with the same fortune on the
remaining distance; and thus the most charming fretwork of watery
nodules, each trailing its vapory train for a hundred feel or more, is woven
all over the cascade, which swings, now and then, thirty feet each way, on
the mountain side.
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as if it were a pendulum of watery lace. Once in a while, loo, the wind
manages to get back of the fall, between it and the cliff, and then it will
whirl it round and round for two or three hundred feet, as if to try the
experiment of twisting it to wring it dry.
Of course I visited the fool of the lowest fall of the Yosemite, and
looked up through the spray, five hundred feet, to its crown. And I tried to
climb to the base of the first or highest cataract, but lost my way among
the steep, sharp rocks, for there is only one line by which the cliff can be
scaled- But no nearer view that I found or heard described, is comparable
with the picture, from the hotel, of the comet curve of the upper cataract,
fifteen hundred feet high, and the two falls immediately beneath it, in
which the same water leaps to the level of the quiet Merced.
CXXV, A PSALM OF LIFE.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers.
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers.
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest.
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow.
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave.
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime.
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--
Footprints, that perhaps another.
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing.
Learn to labor and to wait,
--Longfellow.
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CXXVL FRANKLIN'S ENTRY INTO PHILADELPHIA.
Benjamin Franklin. 1706-1790, was born in Boston. He received little
schooling, but being apprenticed to his brother, a printer, he acquired a taste for
reading and study. In 1723, he went to Philadelphia, where he followed his
chosen calling, and in time became the publisher of the "Pennsylvania Gazette"
and the celebrated "Poor Richard's Almanac."
As a philosopher Franklin was rendered famous by his discovery of the
identity of lightning with electricity. His career in public affairs may be briefly
summarized as follows: In 1736 he was made Clerk of the Provincial Assembly;
in 1737, deputy postmaster at Philadelphia; and in 1753, Postmaster general for
British America. He was twice in England as the agent of certain colonies. After
signing the Declaration of Independence, he was sent as Minister Plenipotentiary
to France in 1776. On his return, in 1785, he was made "President of the
Commonweahh of Pennsylvania," holding the office three years. He was also one
of the framers of the Constitution of the United States.
As a writer Franklin commenced his career when only twelve years old by
composing two ballads, which, however, he condemned as "wretched stuff."
Franklin's letters and papers on electricity, afterwards enlarged by essays on
various philosophical subjects, have been translated into Latin, French, Italian,
and German. The most noted of his works, and the one from which the following
extract is taken, is his "Autobiography." This book is "one of the half dozen most
widely popular books ever printed," and has been published in nearly every
written language. Franklin founded the American Philosophical Society, and
established an institution which has since grown into the University of
Pennsylvania. His life is a noble example of the results of industry and
perseverance, and his death was the occasion of public mourning.
Walking in the evening by the side of the river, a boat came by, which
I found was going towards Philadelphia, with several people in her. They
took me in, and, as there was no wind, we rowed all the way; and about
midnight, not having yet seen the city, some of the company were
confident we must have passed it, and would row no farther; the others
knew not where we were; so we put toward the shore, got into a creek,
landed near an old fence, with the rails of which we made a fire, the night
being cold, in October, and there we remained till daylight.
Then one of the company knew the place to be Cooper's Creek, a little
above Philadelphia, which we saw as soon as we got out of the creek, and
arrived there about eight
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or nine o'clock on the Sunday morning, and landed at the Market Street
wharf.
1 have been the more particular in this description of my journey, and
shall be so of my first entry into that city, that you may in your mind
compare such unlikely beginnings with the figure I have since made
there.
1 was in my working dress, my best clothes being to come round by
sea. I was dirty from my journey; my pockets were stuffed out with shirts
and stockings, and I knew no soul nor where to look for lodging. I was
fatigued with traveling, rowing, and want of rest; I was very hungry; and
my whole slock of cash consisted of a Dutch dollar, and about a shilling
in copper. The latter I gave the people of the boat for my passage, who at
first refused it on account of my rowing; but I insisted on their taking it,--
a man being sometimes more generous when he has but a little money
than when he has plenty, perhaps through fear of being thought to have
but little.
Then I walked up the street gazing about, till, near the market house, I
met a boy with bread. I had made many a meal on bread, and, inquiring
where he got it, I went immediately to the baker's he directed me to, in
Second Street, and asked for biscuit, intending such as we had in Boston:
but they, it seems, were not made in Philadelphia. Then I asked for a
threepenny loaf, and was told they had none such. So not considering or
knowing the difference of money, and the greater cheapness nor the
names of his bread, I bade him give threepenny worth of any sort. He
gave me, accordingly, three great puffy rolls, I was surprised at the
quantity, but look it, and, having no room in my pockets, walked off with
a roll under each arm, and eating the other.
Thus I went up Market Street as far as Fourth Street, passing by the
door of Mr. Read, my future wife's father: when she, standing at the door,
saw me, and thought T made, as I certainly did, a most awkward,
ridiculous appearance.
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Then I turned and went down Chestnut Street and part of Walnut Street,
eating my roll all the way, and, coming round, found myself again at
Market Street wharf, near the boat I came in, to which I went for a
draught of the river water; and, being filled with one of my rolls, gave the
other two to a woman and her child that came down the river in the boat
with us, and were waiting to go farther.
Thus refreshed, I walked again up the street, which by this time had
many clean-dressed people in it, who were all walking the same way. 1
joined them, and thereby was led into the great meetinghouse of the
Quakers, near the market. I sal down among them, and, after looking
round awhile and hearing nothing said, being very drowsy through labor
and want of rest the preceding night, I fell fast asleep, and continued so
till the meeting broke up, when one was kind enough to rouse me. This
was, therefore, the first house I was in, or slept in, in Philadelphia.
Walking down again toward the river, and looking in the faces of
people, I met a young Quaker man, whose countenance 1 liked, and,
accosting him, requested he would tell me where a stranger could get
lodging. We were then near the sign of the Three Mariners. "Here," says
he, "is one place that entertains strangers, but it is not a reputable house; if
thee wilt walk with me, I'll show thee a better." He brought me to the
Crooked Billet, in Water Street. Here I got a dinner; and, while I was
eating it, several sly questions were asked me, as it seemed to be
suspected from my youth and appearance that I might be some runaway.
After dinner my sleepiness returned, and, being shown to a bed, i lay
down without undressing, and slept till six in the evening; was called to
supper, went to bed again very early, and slept soundly till next morning.
NOTE. --The river referred to is the Delaware. Franklin was on his
way from Boston to Philadelphia, and had just walked from Amboy to
Burlington, New Jersey, a distance of fifty miles.
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CXXVIL LINES TO A WATERFOWL.
Whither 'midst falling dew.
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong.
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy Jake, or marge of river wide.
Or where the rocky billows rise and sink
On the chafed ocean side?
There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast.
The desert and illimitable air,
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day, thy wings have fanned.
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere.
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land
Though the dark night is near.
And soon that toil shall end.
Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest.
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend.
Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
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Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart,
Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.
He, who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that 1 must tread aJone,
Will lead my steps aright.
--Bryant.
CXXVIIL GOLDSMITH AND ADDISON.
William Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-1863, was born in Calcutta, and is
one of the most popular of English novelists, essayists, and humorists. While a
boy, he removed from India to England, where he was educated at the
Charterhouse in London, and at Cambridge. When twenty-one years of age, he
came into possession of about 20,000 Pounds. He rapidly dissipated his fortune,
however, and was compelled to work for his living, first turning his attention to
law and then to art, but finally choosing literature as his profession. He was for
many years correspondent, under assumed names, at the "London Times," "The
New Monthly Magazine," "Punch," and "Eraser's Magazine," His first novel
under his own name, "Vanity Eair," appeared in monthly numbers during 1846-8,
and is generally considered his finest production: ahhough "Pendennis," "Henry
Esmond," and "The Newcomes" are also much admired. His lectures on "English
Humorists of the Eighteenth Century," from which the following selections are
taken, were delivered in England first in 1851, and afterwards in America, which
he visited in 1852 and again in 1855-6. During the latter visit, he first delivered
his course of lectures on "The Four Georges," which were later repeated in
England. At the close of 1859, Thackeray became editor of the "Cornhill
Magazine," and made it one of the most successful serials ever published,
Thackeray has been charged with cynicism in his writings, but he was noted
for his happy temper and genial disposition towards all who came in contact with
him,
1, GOLDSMITH.
To be the most beloved of English writers, what a title that is for a
man! A wild youth, wayward, but full of tenderness and affection, quits
the country village where his boyhood has been passed in happy musing,
in idle
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shelter, in fond longing lo see the great world out of doors, and achieve
name and fortune--and after years of dire struggle, and neglect, and
poverty, his heart turning back as fondly to his native place as it had
longed eagerly for change when sheltered there, he writes a book and a
poem, full of the recollections and feelings of home; he paints the friends
and scenes of his youth, and peoples Auburn and Wakefield with the
remembrances of Lissoy.
Wander he must, but he carries away a home relic with him, and dies
with it on his breast. His nature is truant; in repose it longs for change: as
on the Journey it looks back for friends and quiet. He passes to-day in
building an air castle for to-morrow, or in writing yesterday's elegy; and
he would flyaway this hour, but that a cage, necessity, keeps him. What is
the charm of his verse, of his style, and humor? His sweet regrets, his
delicate compassion, his soft smile, his tremulous sympathy, the
weakness which he owns?
Your love for him is half pity. You come hot and tired from the day's
battle, and this sweet minstrel sings to you. Who could harm the kind
vagrant harper? Whom did he ever hurt? He carries no weapon, save the
harp on which he plays to you, and with which he delights great and
humble, young and old, the captains in the tents, or the soldiers round the
fire, or the women and children in the villages, at whose porches he stops
and sings his simple songs of love and beauty. With that sweet story of
"The Vicar of Wakefield" he has found entry into every castle and every
hamlet in Europe. Not one of us, however busy or hard, but once or twice
in our lives has passed an evening with him, and undergone the charm of
his delightful music.
IL ADDISON,
We love him for his vanities as much as his virtues. What is ridiculous
is delightful in him; we are so fond of
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him because we laugh at him so- And out of that laughter, and out of thai
sweet weakness, and out of those harmless eccentricities and follies, and
out of that touched brain, and out of that honest manhood and simplicity--
we gel a result of happiness, goodness, tenderness, pity, piety; such as
doctors and divines but seldom have the fortune to inspire. And why not?
Is the glory of Heaven to be sung only by gentlemen in black coats?
When this man looks from the world, whose weaknesses he describes
so benevolently, up to the Heaven which shines over us all, I can hardly
fancy a human face lighted up with a more serene rapture; a human
intellect thrilling with a purer love and adoration than Joseph Addison's.
Listen to him: from your childhood you have known the verses; but who
can hear their sacred music without love and awe?
"Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon lakes up the wondrous tale.
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
And all the stars that round her burn.
And all the planets in their turn.
Confirm the tidings as they roll.
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
"What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Among their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice.
And utter forth a glorious voice.
Forever singing, as they shine.
The Hand that made us is divine."
It seems to me those verses shine like the stars. They shine out of a
great, deep calm. When he turns to Heaven, a Sabbath comes over that
man's mind; and his face lights up from it with a glory of thanks and
prayers. His sense of religion stirs through his whole being. In the fields,
in the town; looking at the birds in the trees; at the children in the streets;
in the morning or in the moonlight; over
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his books in his own room; in a happy party at a country merrymaking or
a town assembly, good will and peace to God's creatures, and love and
awe of Him who made them, fill his pure heart and shine from his kind
face, if Swift's life was the most wretched, I think Addison's was one of
the most enviable. A life prosperous and beautiful— a calm death--an
immense fame and affection afterwards for his happy and spotless name.
NOTES. --Goldsmith (see biographical notice, page 215) founded his
descriptions of Auburn in the poem of "The Deserted Village," and of
Wakefield, in "The Vicar of Wakefield," on recollections of his early
home at Lissoy, Ireland,
Addison. See biographical notice, page 295, The quotation is from a
"Letter from Italy to Charles Lord Halifax."
Swift, Jonathan (b. 1667, d- 1745), the celebrated Irish satirist and
poet, was a misanthrope. His disposition made his life miserable in the
extreme, and he finally became insane.
CXXIX, IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
SCENE--CATO, alone, sitting in a thoughtful posture; --in his hand,
Plato's book on the immortality of the soul; a drawn sword on the
table by him.
Cato, It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire.
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'T is heaven itself that points out an hereafter.
And intimates eternity to man.
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Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass?
The wide, unbounded prospect lies before me:
But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us,
(And that there is, all Nature cries aloud
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue;
And thai which he delights in must be happy.
Bul when?--or where?--This world was made for Caesar.
I'm weary of conjectures— this must end them.
(Seiz^s the sword.)
Thus am I doublv armed: mv death and life.
My bane and antidote are both before me.
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
Bui thou shalt flourish in immortal youth.
Unhurt amidst the war of elements.
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
--Addison.
NOTES. --The above selection is Cato's soliloquy just before committing
suicide. It is from the tragedy of "Cato."
Cato, Marcus Porcius, (b. 95, d. 46 B. C.) was a Roman general,
statesman, and philosopher. He was exceptionally honest and
conscientious, and strongly opposed Caesar and Pompey in their attempts
to seize the stale. When Utica, the last African city to resist Caesar,
finally yielded, Cato committed suicide.
Plalo (b. 429, d. about 348 B. C.) was a celebrated Greek philosopher.
His writings are all in the form of dialogues, and have been preserved in a
wonderfully perfect state.
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CXXX. CHARACTER OF WASHINGTON.
Jared Sparks, 1789-1866, was born at Willinglon, Connecticut, and
graduated at Harvard in 1815. He was tutor in the University for two
years, and in 1819 was ordained pastor of the Unitarian Church in
Baltimore. In 1823 he returned to Boston, purchased the "North American
Review," and was its sole editor for seven years. From 1839 to 1849 he
was Professor in Harvard, and for the next three years was President of
the University. Mr. Sparks has written extensively on American history
and biography, including the lives of Washington and Franklin. He
collected the materials for his biographies with great care, and wrought
them up with much skill.
The person of Washington was commanding, graceful, and fitly
proportioned; his stature six feet, his chest broad and full, his limbs long
and somewhat slender, but well-shaped and muscular. His features were
regular and symmetrical, his eyes of a light blue color, and his whole
countenance, in its quiet stale, was grave, placid, and benignant. When
alone, or not engaged in conversation, he appeared sedate and thoughtful;
but when his attention was excited, his eye kindled quickly, and his face
beamed with animation and intelligence.
He was not fluent in speech, but what he said was apposite, and
listened to with the more interest as being known to come from the heart.
He seldom attempted sallies of wit or humor, but no man received more
pleasure from an exhibition of them by others; and, although contented in
seclusion, he sought his chief happiness in society, and participated with
delight in ail its rational and innocent amusements- Without austerity on
the one hand, or an appearance of condescending familiarity on the other,
he was affable, courteous, and cheerful; but it has often been remarked
that there was a dignity in his person and manner not easy to be defined,
which impressed everyone that saw him for the first time with an
instinctive deference and awe. This may have arisen, in part, from a
conviction
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of his superiority, as well as from the effect produced by his external form
and deportment.
The character of his mind was unfolded in the public and private acts
of his life; and the proofs of his greatness are seen almost as much in the
one as the other. The same qualities which raised him to the ascendency
he possessed over the will of a nation, as the commander of armies and
chief magistrate, caused him to be loved and respected as an individual.
Wisdom, judgment, prudence, and firmness were his predominant traits.
No man ever saw more clearly the relative importance of things and
actions, or divested himself more entirely of the bias of personal interest,
partiality, and prejudice, in discriminating between the true and the false,
the right and the wrong, in all questions and subjects that were presented
to him. He deliberated slowly, but decided surely; and when his decision
was once formed he seldom reversed it, and never relaxed from the
execution of a measure till it was completed. Courage, physical and
moral, was a part of his nature; and, whether in battle, or in the midst of
popular excitement, he was fearless of danger, and regardless of
consequences to himself.
His ambition was of that noble kind which aims to excel in whatever
it undertakes, and to acquire a power over the hearts of men by promoting
their happiness and winning their affections. Sensitive to the approbation
of others, and solicitous to deserve it, he made no concessions to gain
their applause, either by flattering their vanity or yielding to their
caprices. Cautious without timidity, bold without rashness, cool in
counsel, deliberate but firm in action, clear in foresight, patient under
reverses, steady, persevering, and self-possessed, he met and conquered
every obstacle that obstructed his path to honor, renown and success.
More confident in the uprightness of his intention than in his resources, he
sought knowledge and advice from other men. He chose his counselors
with unerring
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sagacity; and his quick perception of the soundness of an opinion, and of
the strong points in an argument, enabled him to draw to his aid the best
fruits of their talents, and the light of their collected wisdom.
His moral qualities were in perfect harmony with those of his intellect.
Duty was the ruling principle of his conduct; and the rare endowments of
his understanding were not more constantly tasked to devise the best
methods of effecting an object, than they were to guard the sanctity of
conscience. No instance can be adduced in which he was actuated by a
sinister motive or endeavored to attain an end by unworthy means. Truth,
integrity, and justice were deeply rooted in his mind; and nothing could
rouse his indignation so soon, or so utterly destroy his confidence, as the
discovery of the want of these virtues in anyone whom he had trusted.
Weaknesses, follies, indiscretions be could forgive; but subterfuge and
dishonesty he never forgot, rarely pardoned.
He was candid and sincere, true to his friends, and faithful to all;
neither practicing dissimulation, descending to artifice, nor holding out
expectations which he did not intend should be realized. His passions
were strong, and sometimes they broke out with vehemence: but he had
the power of checking thenn in an instant. Perhaps self-control was the
most remarkable trail of his character. It was, in part, the effect of
discipline; yet he seems by nature to have possessed this power in a
degree which has been denied to other men.
A Christian in faith and practice, he was habitually devout. His
reverence for religion is seen in his example, his public communications,
and his private writings. He uniformly ascribed his successes to the
beneficent agency of the Supreme Being. Charitable and humane, he was
liberal to the poor, and kind to those in distress. As a husband, son, and
brother, he was lender and affectionate. Without vanity, ostentation, or
pride, he never spoke of
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himself or his actions unless required by circumstances which concerned
the public interests.
As he was free from envy, so he had the good fortune to escape the
envy of others by standing on an elevation which none could hope to
attain. If he had one passion more strong than another it was love of his
country. The purity and ardor of his patriotism were commensurate with
the greatness of its object- Love of country in him was invested with the
sacred obligation of a duty; and from the faithful discharge of this duty he
never swerved for a moment, either in thought or deed, through the whole
period of his eventful career.
Such are some of the traits in the character of Washington, which
have acquired for him the love and veneration of mankind. If they are not
marked with the brilliancy, extravagance, and eccentricity, which, in other
men, have excited the astonishment of the world, so neither are they
tarnished by the follies, nor disgraced by the crimes of those men. It is the
happy combination of rare talents and qualities, the harmonious union of
the intellectual and moral powers, rather than the dazzling splendor of any
one trail, which constitute the grandeur of his character. If the title of
great man ought to be reserved for him who can not be charged with an
indiscretion or a vice; who spent his life in establishing the independence,
the glory, and durable prosperity of his country; who succeeded in all that
he undertook; and whose successes were never won at the expense of
honor, justice, integrity, or by the sacrifice of a single principle,--this title
will not be denied to Washington.
How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound!
While the mere victors may appall or stun
The servile and the vain, such names will be
A watchword tiil the future shall be free.
—Byron.
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CXXXI. EULOGY ON WASHINGTON.
General Henry Lee, 1756-1818, a member of the celebrated Lee
family of Virginia, was born in Westmoreland County in that stale, and
died on Cumberland Island, Georgia. He graduated at Princeton in his
eighteenth year. In 1777 he marched with a regiment of cavalry to join the
patriot army, and served with fidelity and success till the close of the war.
He was noted for his bravery, skill, and celerity, and received the
nickname of "Light-horse Harry." He was a great favorite with both
General Greene and General Washington. In 1786 Virginia appointed him
one of her delegates to Congress; he also took an active part in favor of
the adoption of the constitution in the Virginia Convention of 1788. On
the breaking out of the "Whisky Rebellion" in Pennsylvania, in 1794, the
President sent General Lee with an army to suppress the disturbance- The
insurgents submitted without resistance. In 1799 he was again a member
of Congress; and, on the death of Washington, that body appointed him to
pronounce a eulogy upon the life and character of the great and good man.
The following extract contains the closing part of the oration.
Who is there that has forgotten the vales of Brandywine, the fields of
Germantown, or the plains of Monmouth? Everywhere present, wants of
every kind obstructing, numerous and valiant armies encountering,
himself a host, he assuaged our sufferings, limited our privations, and
upheld our tottering Republic. Shall I display to you the spread of the fire
of his soul by rehearsing the praises of the hero of Saratoga, and his
much-loved compeer of the Carolinas? No; our Washington wears not
borrowed glory. To Gates— to Greene, he gave without reserve the
applause due to their eminent merit; and long may the chiefs of Saratoga
and of Eutaw receive the grateful respect of a grateful people.
Moving in his own orbit, he imparted heat and light to his most distant
satellites; and, combining the physical and moral force of all within his
sphere, with irresistible weight he took his course, commiserating folly,
disdaining vice, dismaying treason, and invigorating despondency; until
the auspicious hour arrived, when, united with the intrepid forces of a
potent and magnanimous ally, he brought to
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submission Cornwallis, since the conqueror of India; thus finishing his
long career of military glory with a luster corresponding to his great
name, and in this his last act of war, affixing the seal of fate to our
nation's birth.
First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen, he
was second to none in humble and endearing scenes of private life. Pious,
just, humane, temperate, sincere, uniform, dignified, and commanding,
his example was edifying lo all around him, as were the effects of that
example lasting.
To his equals, he was condescending; to his inferiors, kind; and to
the dear object of his affections, exemplarily tender- Correct throughout,
vice shuddered in his presence, and virtue always fell his fostering hand;
the purity of his private character gave effulgence lo his public virtues.
His last scene comported with the whole tenor of his life. Although in
extreme pain, not a sigh, not a groan, escaped him; and with undisturbed
serenity he closed his well-spent life. Such was the man America has lost!
Such was the man for whom our nation mourns!
NOTES. -At Brandywine Creek, in Pennsylvania, 18,000 British,
under Howe, defeated 1 3,000 Americans under Washington.
Germantown, near Philadelphia, was the scene of an American
defeat by the British, the same generals commanding as at Brandywine.
The battle of Monmouth, in New Jersey, resulted in victory for the
Americans.
The hero of Saratoga was General Gates, who there compelled the
surrender of General Burgoyne.
At Eutaw Springs, General Greene defeated a superior force of
British.
Cornwallis, Charles, second earl and first marquis (b. 1738, d. 1805),
surrendered his forces to a combined American and French army and
French fleet at Yorktown, in 1781, virtually ending the war.
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CXXXIL THE SOLITARY REAPER.
William Wordsworth, 1770-1850, the founder of the "Lake School'^ of poets,
was bom at Cockermoulh, Cumberland, England. From his boyhood he was a
great lover and student of nature, and it is to his beautiful descriptions of
landscape, largely, that he owes his fame. He was a graduate of Cambridge
University, and while there commenced the study of Chaucer, Spenser, Mihon,
and Shakespeare, as models for his own writings. Two legacies having been
bequeathed him, Wordsworth determined to make poetry the aim of his life, and
in 1795 located at Racedown with his sister Dorothy, where he commenced the
tragedy of "The Borderers." A visit from Coleridge at this period made the two
poets friends for life. In 1802 Wordsworth married Miss Mary Hutchinson, and
in 1813 he settled at Rydal Mount, on Lake Windermere, where he passed the
remainder of his life.
Wordsworth's poetry is remarkable for its extreme simplicity of language. At
first his efforts were almost universally ridiculed, and in 1819 his entire income
from literary work had not amounted to 140 Pounds. In 1830 his merit began to
be recognized; in 1839 Oxford University conferred upon him the degree of D,
C. L.; and in 1843 he was made poet laureate.
"The Excursion" is by far the most beautiful and the most important of
Wordsworth's productions. "Salisbury Plain," "The White Doe of Rylstone,"
"Yarrow Revisited," and many of his sonnets and minor poems are also much
admired.
Behold her, single in the field.
Yon solitary Highland lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain.
And sings a melancholy strain;
Oh listen! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No nightingale did ever chant
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travelers in some shady haunt.
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In springtime from the cuckoo bird.
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay.
Familiar matter of lo-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whale'er the theme, the maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work.
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listened motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill.
The music in my heart I bore.
Long after it was heard no more.
CXXXIIL VALUE OF THE PRESENT,
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882, the celebrated essayist and philosopher,
was bom in Boston. His father was a Unitarian minister, and the son, after
graduating at Harvard University, entered the ministry also, and took charge of a
Unitarian congregation in Boston, His peculiar ideas on religious topics soon
caused him to retire from the ministry, and he then devoted himself to literature.
As a lecturer, Emerson attained a wide reputation, both in this country and in
England, and he is considered as one of the most independent and original
thinkers of the age. His style is brief and pithy, dazzling by its wit, but sometimes
paradoxical- He wrote a few poems, but they are not generally admired, being
didactic in style, bare, and obscure. Among his best known publications are his
volume "Nature," and his lectures, "The Mind and Manners of the Nineteenth
Century," "The Superlative in Manners and Literature," "English Character and
Manners," and "The Conduct of Life." In 1 850 appeared "Representative Men,"
embracing sketches of Plato, Swedenborg, Montaigne, Shakespeare, Napoleon,
and Goethe.
Such are the days, --the earth is the cup, the sky is the cover, of the
immense bounty of nature which is offered us for our daily aliment; but
what a force of illusion begins life with us, and attends us to the end! We
are coaxed.
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flattered, and duped, from morn to eve, from birth to death; and where is
the old eye that ever saw through the deception? The Hindoos represent
Maia, the illusory energy of Vishnu, as one of his principal attributes. As
if, in this gale of warring elements, which life is, it was necessary to bind
souls to human life as mariners in a tempest lash themselves to the mast
and bulwarks of a ship, and Nature enployed certain illusions as her ties
and straps,— a rattle, a doll, an apple, for a child; skates, a river, a boat, a
horse, a gun, for the growing boy;— and I will not begin to name those of
the youth and adult, for they are numberless. Seldom and slowly the mask
falls, and the pupil is pennitted to see that all is one stuff, cooked and
painted under many counterfeit appearances, Hume's doctrine was that the
circumstances vary, the amount of happiness does not; that the beggar
cracking fleas in the sunshine under a hedge, and the duke rolling by in
his chariot, the girl equipped for her first ball, and the orator returning
triumphant from the debate, had different means, but the same quantity of
pleasant excitement.
This element of illusion lends all its force to hide the values of present
time. Who is he that does not always find himself doing something less
than his best task? "What are you doing?" "Oh, nothing; I have been
doing thus, or I shall do so or so, but now I am only--" Ah! poor dupe,
will you never slip out of the web of the master juggler?--never learn that,
as soon as the irrecoverable years have woven their blue glory between
to-day and us, these passing hours shall glitter and draw us, as the wildest
romance and the homes of beauty and poetry? How difficult to deal erect
with them! The events they bring, their trade, entertainments, and gossip,
their urgent work, all throw dust in the eyes and distract attention. He is a
strong man who can look them in the eye, see through this juggle, feel
their identity, and keep his own; who can know surely that one will be
like another to the end of the
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world, nor permit love, or death, or politics, or money, war, or pleasure,
to draw him from his task.
The world is always equal to itself, and every man in moments of
deeper thought is apprised that he is repealing the experiences of the
people in the streets of Thebes or Byzantium. An everlasting Now reigns
in nature, which hangs the same roses on our bushes which charmed the
Roman and the Chaldean in their hanging gardens. "To what end, then,"
he asks, "should I study languages, and traverse countries, to learn so
simple truths?"
History of ancient art, excavated cities, recovery of books and
inscriptions, --yes, the works were beautiful, and the history worth
knowing; and academies convene to settle the claims of the old schools.
What journeys and measurements, --Niebuhr and Muller and Layard,--to
identify the plain of Troy and Nimroud town! And your homage to Dante
costs you so much sailing; and to ascertain the discoverers of America
needs as much voyaging as the discovery cost. Poor child! that flexible
clay of which these old brothers molded their admirable symbols was not
Persian, nor Memphian, nor Teutonic, nor local at all, but was common
lime and silex and water, and sunlight, the heat of the blood, and the
heaving of the lungs; it was that clay which thou heldest but now in thy
foolish hands, and ihrewest away to go and seek in vain in sepulchers,
mummy pits, and old bookshops of Asia Minor, Egypt, and England. It
was the deep to-day which all men scorn; the rich poverty, which men
hate; the populous, all-loving solitude, which men quit for the tattle of
towns. He lurks, he hides,— /i^ who is success, reality, joy, and power.
One of the illusions is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive
hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No
man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is
Doomsday, T is the old secret of the gods that they come in low
disguises. T is the vulgar great who come dizened with gold and jewels-
Real kings
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hide away their crowns in their wardrobes, and affect a plain and poor
exterior- In the Norse legend of our ancestors, Odin dwells in a fisher's
hut, and patches a boat. In the Hindoo legends, Hari dwells a peasant
among peasants. In the Greek legend, Apollo lodges with the shepherds of
Admetus; and Jove liked to rusticate among the poor Ethiopians. So, in
our history, Jesus is born in a barn, and his twelve peers are fishermen. T
is the very principle of science that Nature shows herself best in leasts; 'l
was the maxim of Aristotle and Lucretius; and, in modern times, of
Swedenborg and of Hahnemann. The order of changes in the Ggg
determines the age of fossil strata. So it was the rule of our poets, in the
legends of fairy lore, that the fairies largest in power were the least in
size.
In the Christian graces, humility stands highest of all, in the form of
the Madonna; and in life, this is the secret of the wise. We owe to genius
always the same debt, of lifting the curtain from the common, and
showing us that divinities are silting disguised in the seeming gang of
gypsies and peddlers. In daily life, what distinguishes the master is the
using those materials he has, instead of looking about for what are more
renowned, or what others have used well. "A general," said Bonaparte,
"always has troops enough, if he only knows how to employ those he has,
and bivouacs with them." Do not refuse the employment which the hour
brings you, for one more ambitious. The highest heaven of wisdom is
alike near from every point, and thou must find it, if at all, by methods
native to thyself alone.
NOTES. --The Brahmanic religion teaches a Trinity, of which Vishnu
is the savior of mankind.
Thebes, the ancient capital of Upper Egypt, was at its most
flourishing period about 1500 B. C. Byzantium was an important Greek
city during the second and third centuries B. C.
Niebuhr (b. 1776, d. 1831), Muner(b. 1797, d, 1840), and Layard
(b, 1817, d- 1894), are celebrated archaeologists. The first two were
Germans, and the last an Englishman.
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CXXXIV. HAPPINESS,
Alexander Pope, 1688-1744, was the shining literary light of the so-called
Augustan reign of Queen Anne, the poetry of which was distinguished by the
highest degree of polish and elegance. Pope was the son of a retired linen draper,
who lived in a pleasant country house near the Windsor Forest. He was so badly
deformed that his life was "one long disease;" he was remarkably precocious, and
had a most intelligent face, with great, flaming, tender eyes. In disposition Pope
was the reverse of admirable. He was extremely sensitive, petulant, and
supercilious; fierce and even coarse in his attacks on opponents; boastful of his
self-acquired weahh and of his intimacy with the nobility. The great redeeming
feature of his character was his tender devotion to his aged parents.
As a poet, however. Pope challenges the highest admiration. At the age of
sixteen he commenced his "Pastorals," and when only twenty-one published his
"Essay on Criticism," pronounced "the finest piece of argumentative and
reasoning poetry in the English language." His reputation was now firmly
established, and his literary activity ceased only at his death; although, during the
latter portion of his life, he was so weak physically that he was unable to dress
himself or even to rise from bed without assistance. Pope's great admiration was
Dryden, whose style he studied and copied. He lacks the tatter's strength, but in
elegance and polish he remains unequaled.
Pope's most remarkable work is "The Rape of the Lock;" his greatest, the
translation into English verse of Homer's "Iliad" and "Odyssey." His "Epistle of
Eloisa to Abelard," "The Dunciad," and the "Essay On Man" are also famous
productions. He published an edition of "Shakespeare," which was awaited with
great curiosity, and received with equal disappointment. During the three years
following its appearance, he united with Swift and Arbuthnot in writing the
"Miscellanies," an extensive satire on the abuses of learning and the
extravagances of philosophy. His "Epistles," addressed to various distinguished
men, and covering a period of four years, were copied after those of Horace; they
were marked by great clearness, neatness of diction, and good sense, and by
Pope's usual elegance and grace. His "Imitations of Horace" was left unfinished
at his death.
The following selection is an extract from the "Essay on Man;"
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains piled on mountains, to the skies?
Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Know all the good that individuals find.
Or God and nature meant to mere mankind.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense.
Lie in three words, --health, peace, and competence.
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But health consists with temperance alone;
And peace, O virtue! peace is all thy own.
The good or bad the gifts of fortune gain;
But these less taste them as they worse obtain.
Say, in pursuit of profit or delight.
Who risk the most, that take wrong means or right?
Of vice or virtue, whether blest or curst.
Which meets contempt, or which compassion first?
Count all th' advantage prosperous vice attains,
T is but what virtue flies from and disdains:
And grant the bad what happiness they would,
One they must want, which is, to pass for good.
Oh, blind to truth, and God's whole scheme below,
Who fancy bliss to vice, to virtue woe!
Who sees and follows that great scheme the best.
Best knows the blessing, and will most be blest.
But fools the good alone unhappy call.
For ills or accidents that chance to all.
Think we, like some weak prince, the Eternal Cause,
Prone for his favorites to reverse his laws?
Shall burning AEtna, if a sage requires.
Forget to thunder, and recall her fires?
When the loose mountain trembles from on high.
Shall gravitation cease, if you go by?
"But sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed."
What, then? is the reward of virtue bread?
That, vice may merit, 't is the price of toil;
The knave deserves it when he tills the soil.
The knave deserves it when he tempts the main,
Where folly fights for kings or dives for gain.
Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella,
A wil's a feather, and a chief a rod,
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas.
Know then this truth (enough for man to know),
"Virtue alone is happiness below."
The only point where human bliss stands still.
And tastes the good without the fall to ill;
Where only merit constant pay receives,
Is blest in what it takes and what it gives,
CXXXV. MARION,
William Gilmore Simms, 1806-1870, one of the most versatile, prolific, and
popular of American authors, was born at Charleston, South Carolina. His family
was poor, and his means of education were limited, yet he managed to prepare
himself for the bar, to which he was admitted when twenty-one years of age. The
law proving uncongenial, he abandoned it, and in 1828 became editor of the
"Charleston City Gazette," From this time till his death his literary activity was
unceasing, and his writings were so numerous that it is possible only to group
them under their various heads. They comprise Biography; History; Historical
Romance, both Foreign and Domestic, the latter being further divided into
Colonial, Revolutionary, and Border Romances; Pure Romance; The Drama;
Poetry; and Criticism; besides miscellaneous books and pamphlets.
In the midst of this remarkable literar}' activity, Mr Simms still found time to
devote to the affairs of state, being for several years a member of the South
Carolina Legislature. He was also a lecturer, and was connected editorially with
several magazines. Most of his time was spent at his summer house in
Charleston, and at his winter residence, "Woodlands," on a plantation at Midway,
S. C.
The followins selection is from "The Life and Times of Francis Marion."
Art had done little to increase the comforts or the securities of his fortress. It
was one, complete to his hands, from those of nature— such an one as must have
delighted the generous English outlaw of Sherwood Forest; insulated by deep
ravines and rivers, a dense forest of mighty trees, and
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interminable undergrowth. The vine and brier guarded his passes. The
laurel and the shrub, the vine and sweet-scented jessamine roofed his
dwelling, and clambered up between his closed eyelids and the stars.
Obstructions scarcely penetrable by any foe, crowded the pathways lo his
tent; and no footstep not practiced in the secret, and to "the manner born,"
might pass unchallenged to his midnight rest. The swamp was his moat;
his bulwarks were the deep ravines, which, watched by sleepless rifles,
were quite as impregnable as the castles on the Rhine. Here, in the
possession of his fortress, the partisan slept secure.
His movements were marked by equal promptitude and wariness. He
suffered no risks from a neglect of proper precaution. His habits of
circumspection and resolve ran together in happy unison. His plans,
carefully considered beforehand, were always limed with the happiest
reference to the condition and feelings of his men. To prepare that
condition, and to train those feelings, were the chief employment of his
repose. He knew his game, and how it should be played, before a step was
taken or a weapon drawn.
When he himself or any of his parties left the island upon an
expedition, they advanced along no beaten paths. They made them as they
went. He had the Indian faculty in perfection, of gathering his course
from the sun, from the stars, from the bark and the tops of trees, and such
other natural guides as the woodman acquires only through long and
watchful experience.
Many of the trails thus opened by him, upon these expeditions, are
now the ordinary avenues of the country. On starting, he almost
invariably struck into the woods, and seeking the heads of the larger water
courses, crossed them at their first and small beginnings. He destroyed the
bridges where he could. He preferred fords. The former not only
facilitated the progress of less fearless enemies, but apprised them of his
own approach. If speed was essential, a more direct but not less cautious
route was pursued.
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He intrusted his schemes to nobody, not even his most confidential
officers. He consulted with them respectfully, heard them patiently,
weighed their suggestions, and silently approached his conclusions. They
knew his determinations onlv from his actions. He left no track behind
him, if it were possible to avoid it. He was often vainly hunted after by his
own detachments. He was more apt at finding them than they him. His
scouts were taught a peculiar and shrill whistle, which, at night, could be
heard at a most astonishing distance. We are reminded of a signal of
Roderick Dhu:--
"He whistled shrill,
And he was answered from the hill;
Wild as the scream of the curlew.
From crag to crag the signal flew."
His expeditions were frequently long, and his men, hurrying forth
without due preparation, not unfrequently suffered much privation from
want of food. To guard against this danger, it was their habit to watch his
cook. If they saw him unusually busied in preparing supplies of the rude,
portable food which it was Marion's custom to carry on such occasions,
they knew what was before them, and provided themselves accordingly.
In no other way could they arrive at their general's intentions. His favorite
time for moving was with the setting sun, and then it was known that the
march would continue all night.
His men were badly clothed in homespun, --a light wear which
afforded little warmth. They slept in the open air, and frequently without
a blanket. Their ordinary food consisted of sweet potatoes, garnished, on
fortunate occasions, with lean beef. Their swords, unless taken from the
enemy, were made out of mill saws, roughly manufactured by a forest
blacksmith.
His scouts were out in all directions, and at all hours. They did the
double duty of patrol and spies. They hovered about the posts of the
enemy, crouching in the thicket.
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or darting along the plain, picking up prisoners, and information, and
spoils together. They cut off stragglers, encountered patrols of the foe,
and arrested his supplies on the way to the garrison. Sometimes the single
scout, buried in the thick tops of the tree, looked down upon the march of
his legions, or hung, perched over the hostile encampment, till it slept;
then slipping down, stole through the silent host, carrying off a drowsy
sentinel, or a favorite charger, upon which the daring spy flourished
conspicuous among his less fortunate companions.
NOTES. --The outlaw of Sherwood Forest was Robin Hood.
Roderick Dhu is a character in Sir Walter Scott's poem, "The Lady of
the Lake," from which the quotation is taken.
CXXXVL A COMMON THOUGHT.
Henry Tirarod, 1829-1867, was born at Charleston, South Carolina.
He inherited his father's literary taste and ability, and had the advantages
of a liberal education. He entered the University of Georgia before he was
seventeen years of age, and while there commenced his career as a poet.
Poverty and ill health compelled him to leave the university without
taking a degree; he then commenced the study of law, and for ten years
taught in various private families. At the outbreak of the war, in I860, he
warmly espoused the Southern cause, and wrote many stirring war lyrics.
In 1863 he joined the Army of the West, as correspondent of the
Charleston "Mercury," and in 1864 he became editor of the "South
Carolinian," published first at Columbia and later at Charleston. He also
served for a lime as assistant secretary to Governor Orr. The advance of
Sherman's army reduced him to poverty, and he was compelled to the
greatest drudgery in order to earn a bare living. His health soon broke
down, and he died of hemorrhage of the lungs. The following little poem
seems, almost, to have been written under a presentiment, so accurately
does it describe the closing incidents of the poet's life.
The first volume of Timrod's poems appeared in 1860. A later edition,
with a memoir of the author, was published in New York in 1873.
Somewhere on this earthly planet
In the dust of flowers that be.
In the dewdrop, in the sunshine.
Sleeps a solemn day for me.
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At this wakeful hour of midnight
I behold il dawn in mist,
And I hear a sound of sobbing
Through the darkness, --Hist! oh, hist!
In a dim and musky chamber,
I am breathing life away;
Some one draws a curtain softly,
And I watch the broadening day.
As it purples in the zenith.
As it brightens on the lawn.
There's a hush of death about me.
And a whisper, "He is gone!"
CXXXVIL A DEFINITE AIM IN READING,
Noah Porter, 181 1-1892, was born at Farmington, Conn,, and graduated at
Yale in 1831. He remained in New Haven as a school-teacher, a tutor in college,
and a student in the theological department until 1 836, when he entered the
ministry. In 1846 he was recalled to the college as Clark Professor of Moral
Philosophy and Metaphysics; and in 1858 he also assumed the duties of the
professorship of Systematic Theology, for a period of seven years. Upon the
retirement of President Woolsey in 1871, he was elected to fill the office, which
he held until 1886, being the eleventh president of the college.
President Porter's greatest literary work is entitled, "The Human Intellect:
With an Introduction upon Psychology and the Human Soul." It is remarkable for
the clear thought and sound judgment it displays, as well as for its broad
scholarship; and it has been pronounced "the most complete and exhaustive
exhibition of the cognitive faculties of the human soul to be found in our
language." His other important works are: "The Sciences of Nature versus the
Science of Man," which is a review of the doctrines of Herbert Spencer;
"American Colleges and the American Public;" and the book from which the
following selection is taken, namely, "Books and Reading." Besides these he
wrote numerous essays, contributions to periodicals, etc. During his
professorship he was called upon to act as chief editor in the important work of
revising "Webster's Dictionary." The edition of 1 864 was the result of his careful
oversight, and the subsequent revisions were also under his superintendence.
In reading, we do well to propose to ourselves definite ends and purposes.
The more distinctly we are aware of
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our own wants and desires in reading, the more definite and permanent
will be our acquisitions- Hence il is a good rule to ask ourselves
frequently, "Why am I reading this book, essay, or poem? or why am I
reading il al the present time rather than any other?" It may often be a
satisfying answer, that it is convenient; that the book happens to be at
hand: or that we read to pass away the time. Such reasons are often very
good, but they ought not always to satisfy us. Yet the very habit of
proposing these questions, however they may be answered, will involve
the calling of ourselves to account for our reading, and the consideration
of it in the light of wisdom and duty.
The distinct consciousness of some object at present before us,
imparts a manifoldly greater interest to the contents of any volume. It
imparts to the reader an appropriate power, a force of affinity, by which
he insensibly and unconsciously attracts to himself all that has a near or
even a remote relation to the end for which he reads. Anyone is conscious
of this who reads a story with the purpose of repealing it to an absent
friend; or an essay or a report with the design of using its facts or
arguments in a debate; or a poem with the design of reviving its imagery,
and reciting its finest passages. Indeed, one never learns to read
effectively until he learns to read in such a spirit--not always, indeed, for
a definite end, yet always with a mind allent to appropriate and retain and
turn to the uses of culture, if not to a more direct application.
The private history of every self-educated man, from Franklin
onwards, attests that they all were uniformly not only earnest but select in
their reading, and that they selected their books with distinct reference to
the purposes for which they used them. Indeed, the reason why self-
trained men so often surpass men who are trained by others in the
effectiveness and success of their reading, is that they know for what they
read and study, and have definite aims and wishes in all their dealings
with books. The
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omnivorous and indiscriminate reader, who is at the same time a listless
and passive reader, however ardent is his curiosity, can never be a reader
of the most effective sort.
Another good rule is suggested by the foregoing. Always have some
solid reading in hand; i. e-, some work or author which we carry forward
from one day lo another, or one hour of leisure to the next, with
persistence, till we have finished whatever we have undertaken. There are
many great and successful readers who do not observe this rule, but it is a
good rule notwithstanding.
The writer once called upon one of the most extensive and
persevering of modern travelers, at an early hour of the day, to attend him
upon a walk to a distant village. It was after breakfast, and though he had
but few minutes at command, he was sitting with book in hand— a book of
solid history he was perusing day after day. He remarked: "This has been
my habit for years in all my wanderings. It is the one habit which gives
solidity to my intellectual activities and imparts tone to my life. It is only
in this way that I can overcome and counteract the tendency to the
dissipation of my powers and the distraction of my attention, as strange
persons and strange scenes present themselves from day to day."
To the rule already given--read with a definite aim--we could add the
rule--make your aims to be definite by continuously holding them rigidly
to a single book at all times, except when relaxation requires you to cease
to work, and to live for amusement and play. Always have at least one
iron in the fire, and kindle the fire at least once every day.
It is implied in the preceding that we should read upon definite
subjects, and with a certain method and proportion in the choice of our
books. If we have a single object to accomplish in our reading for the
present, that object will of necessity direct the choice of what we read,
and we shall arrange our reading with reference to this single end. This
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will be a nucleus around which our reading will for the moment naturally
gather and arrange itself.
If several subjects seem to us equally important and interesting, we
should dispose of them in order, and give to each for the time our chief
and perhaps our exclusive attention. That this is wise is so obvious as not
to require illustration. "One thing at a lime," is an accepted condition for
all efficient activity, whether it is employed upon things or thoughts, upon
men or books. If five or ten separate topics have equal claim upon our
interest and attention, we shall do to each the amplest justice, if we make
each in its turn the central subject of our reading. There is little danger of
weariness or monotony from the workings of such a rule.
Most single topics admit or require a considerable variety of books,
each different from the other, and each supplementing the other. Hence it
is one of the best of practices in prosecuting a course of reading, to read
every author who can cast any light upon the subject which we have in
hand. For example, if we are reading the history of the Great Rebellion in
England, we should read, if we can, not a single author only, as
Clarendon, but a half dozen or a half score, each of whom writes from his
own point of view, supplies what another omits, or corrects what he
under- or overstates.
But, besides the formal histories of the period, there are the various
novels, the scenes and characters of which are placed in those times, such
as Scott's Woodstock; there are also diaries, such as those by Evelyn,
Pepys, and Burton; and there are memoirs, such as those of Col.
Hutchinson; while the last two have been imitated in scores of fictions-
There are poems, such as those of Andrew Marvell, Milton, and Dryden.
There are also shoals of political tracts and pamphlets, of handbills and
caricatures.
We name these various descriptions of works and classes of reading,
not because we suppose all of them are accessible
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to those readers who live at a distance from large public libraries, or
because we would advise everyone who may have access to such
libraries, to read all these books and classes of books as a matter of
course, but because we would illustrate how great is the variety of books
and reading matter that are grouped around a single topic, and are
embraced within a single period.
Every person must judge for himself how long a time he can bestow
upon any single subject, or how many and various are the books in
respect to it which it is wise to read; but of this everyone may be assured,
that it is far easier, far more agreeable, and far more economical of time
and energy, to concentrate the attention upon a single subject at a time
than to extend it to half a score, and that six books read in succession or
together upon a single topic, are far more interesting and profitable than
twice as many which treat of topics remotely related. A lady well known
to the writer, of the least possible scholarly pretensions or literary
notoriety, spent fifteen months of leisure, snatched by fragments from
onerous family cares and brilliant social engagements, in reading the
history of Greece as written by a great variety of authors and as illustrated
by many accessories of literature and art.
Nor should it be argued that such rules as these, or the habits which
they enjoin, are suitable for scholars only, or for people who have much
leisure for reading. It should rather be urged that those who can read the
fewest books and who have at command the scantiest time, should aim to
read with the greatest concentration and method; should occupy all of
their divided energy with single centers of interest, and husband the few
hours which they can command, in reading whatever converges to a
definite, because to a single, impression.
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CXXXVIIL ODE TO MT, BLANC,
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772-1834, was born in Devonshire,
England, and was educated al Christ's Hospital and Cambridge
University. Through poverty he was compelled to enlist in the army, but
his literary attainments soon brought him into notice, and he was enabled
to withdraw from the distasteful life.
Coleridge's fame arises chiefly from his poems, of which the "Rime of
the Ancient Mariner," "Genevieve," and "Chrislabel" may be classed
among the best of English poetry. He also wrote a number of dramas,
besides numerous essays on religious and political topics. As a
conversationalist Coleridge had a remarkable reputation, and among his
ardent admirers and friends may be ranked Soulhey, Wordsworth, Lovell,
Lamb, and De Quincey- He and his friends Southey and Lovell married
sisters, and talked al one time of founding a community on the banks of
the Susquehanna. Although possessing such brilliant natural gifts,
Coleridge fell far short of what he might have attained, through a great
lack of energy and application, increased by an excessive use of opium.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald, awful head, O sovran Blanc!
The Arve and Arveiron al thy base
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form,
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How silently! Around thee and above.
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black--
An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it.
As with a wedge! But when I look again.
It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine.
Thy habitation from eternity!
dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense.
Didst vanish from my thoughts: entranced in prayer,
1 worshiped the Invisible alone.
Yet, like some sweet, beguiling melody.
So sweet we know not we are listening to it.
Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought--
Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy
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Till the dilating soul, enrapl, transfused,
Into the mighty vision passing--there,
As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears.
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake,
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale!
Oh, struggling with the darkness all the night.
And visited all night by troops of stars.
Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink--
Companion of the morning star at dawn,
Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Coherald--wake, oh wake, and utter praise!
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth?
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Who called you forth from night and utter death.
From dark and icy caverns called you forth,
Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks,
Forever shattered, and the same forever?
Who gave you your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder, and eternal foam?
And who commanded (and the silence came).
Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Ye icefalls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain--
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice.
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
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Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Who made you glorious as the gales of Heaven
Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?
God!--let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer! and let the ice plains echo, God!
God! sing ye meadow streams with gladsome voice!
Ye pine groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow.
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Ye wild goals sporting round the eagle's nesl!
Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain storm!
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!
Ye signs and wonders of the elements!
Uller forth, God, and fill the hills with praise!
Thou, too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks.
Oft from whose feel the avalanche, unheard.
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene.
Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast--
Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou
That as 1 raise my head, awhile bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base.
Slow traveling, with dim eyes suffused with tears.
Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud.
To rise before me, --Rise, oh ever rise!
Rise like a cloud of incense from the Earth!
Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills.
Thou dread embassador from Earth to Heaven,
Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky.
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
