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679, A CURE FOR HARD TIMEs. We By sweet experience know, are too fond of showing out in our families ; That inarriage, riglıtly understood, and, in this way, our expenses far exceed our Gives to the tender, and the good, incomts. Our daughters-must be dressed off in their silks and crapes, instead of their
A paradise below. linsey-Woolsey. Our young folks--are too Our babes, shall richest comfort bring; proud to be seen in a coarse dress, and their If tutor'd right, they'll prove n spring extravagance is bringing ruin on our families. Whence pleasures ever rise : When you can induce your song to prefer We'll form their minds, with studious cars, young women, for their real worth, rather
To all that's manly, good, and fair, ihan for their show; when you can get them to choose a wife, who can make a good loaf
And train them for the skies. of bread, and a good pound of butter, in pref- While they our wisest hours engage, erence to a girl, who does nothing but dance They'll joy our youth, support our age, about in her silks, and her laces; then, gen- And crown our hoary hairs: tlemen, you may expect to see a change for
They'll grow in viriue ev'ry day, the better. We must get back to the good old simplicity of former times, if we expect to see
And thus, our fondest loves repay, more prosperous days. The time was, even
And recompense our cares. since memory, when a simple note was good No borrow'd joys! they're all our owth for any amount of money, but now bonds and While, to the world, we live unknown, mortgages are thought almost no security;
Or, by the world forgot ; and this owing to the want of confidence.
Monarchs! we envy not your state; And wbat has caused this want of confidence? Why, it is occasioned by the extrav
We look with pity--on the great, agant manner of living; by your families go And bless our humbler lot. ing in debt beyond your ability to pay. Ex. Our portion is not large, indeed! amine this matter, gentlemen, and you will
But then, how little do we need! find this to be the real cause. Teach your sons to be too proud to ride a hackney, which
For nature's calls are few: their father cannot pay for. Let them be
In this, the art of living lies, above being seen sporting in a gig, or a car
To want no more, ihat may suffice, riage, which their father is in debt for. Let And make that little do. them have this sort of independent pride, and We'll therefore relish, with content, I venture to say, that you will soon perceive a reformation. But, until the change com
Whale'er kind Providence has sens, mences in this way in our families; until we
Nor nim beyond our pow'r; begin the work ourselves, it is in vain to ex- For if our stock he very small, pect better times.
Tis prudence to enjoy it all, Now, gentlemen, if you think as I do on
Nor lose the present hour. this subject, there is a way of showing that you do think so, and but one way; when you
To be resign'd, when ills betide, return to your homes, have independence Patient, when favors are denied, enough to put these principles in practice; And pleas'd, with favors giv'n: and I am sure you will not be disappointed. Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part; 680. THE FIRE-SIDE.
This is that incense of the heart, Dear Chloe, wlule the busy crowd,
Whose fragrance-smells to heav'n.
We'll ask no long protracted treat,
Since winter-life is seldom sweet;
But, when our feast is o'er,
Grateful from table we'll arise,
Nor grudge our sons, with envious eyes, From the gay world, w'ell of retire,
T'he relics of our store.
Thus, hand in hand, thro' life we'll go;
Its checker'd paths of joy and wo,
With cautious steps, we'll tread;
Quit iis vain scenes, without a tear,
Without a trouble, or a fear,
And mingle with the dead. Within our breast--this jewel lies;
While conscience, like a faithful friend, And they are fools, who roam:
Shall, thro' the gloomy vale attend,
And cheer our dying breath;
Like a kind angel, wh spes--peare,
And sinooth the bed of death --('otion. Whem, with impatient wing she len Ye glittering towns, w.th wealth and splendor That safe retreat, the ark;
crowuid; Oiving her vain excursion o'er,
Ye fields, where summer spreads prorus on round The disappointed bird, once more
Ye lakes, whose vexsrls catch the busy gale ; Explor'd the sacred bark.
Ye bending swa ns, that dress the powery vale The fonis--spurn Hymen's gentle powrs, For me your tributary stores combine: Ife who improue lu golden hours,
Creaton's het, the woril the world is mn ae.
691. THE NATURE OF ELOQUENCE. Shall smile-upon its keenest pains, When public bodies are to be addressed, on
And scorn redress." momentous occasions, when great interests
I said to Death's uplifted dart, are at stake, and strong passions excited, nothing is valuable in speech, further than it
** Aim sure! oh, why delay? is connected with high intellectual and mor
Thou will not find a fearsul heart, al endowments. Clearness, force, and earn
A weak, reluctant prey; estness, are the qualities which produce con- For sull--the spirit, firm, and free, viction. True eloquence, indeed, does not Triuinphani-in the last dismny, consist in speech. It cannot be brought from lar. Labor and learning may toil for it, but
Wrapi-in is own eternity, they will toil in vain.
Shall, smling, pass away." W'ords and phrases may be marshaled in 683. PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA. every way, but they cannot compass it. It'Mid the light spray, their snorting camels stood, must exist in the man, in the subject, and in Nor bath'd a feilock, in the nauscous flood: the occasion. Affected passion, intense ex- He comes-their lender comes! the man of God, pression, the pomp of declamation, all may o'er the wide waters, lifts his mighty rod, aspire after it, but cannot reach it. It comes, if it come at all, like the outbreaking of a
And onward treads. The circling waves retreal, fountain from the earth, or the bursting forth In hoarse, deep murmurs, from his holy feet; of volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, And the chas'd surges, inly rouring, show native force.
The hard wet sund, and coral hills below. The graces taught in the schools, the costly With limbs, that falter, aud with hearts, that swell, ornaments and studied contrivances of speech, shock and discust men, when their own lives, Down, down they pass—a steep. and slippery dell. and the fate of their wives, their children, and Around them rise, in pristine chaos hurl'd, their country, hang on the decision of the The ancient rocks. the secrets of the world; hour. Then, words have lost their power, Avd flowers, that blush beneath the ocean green, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory, | And caves, the sea-calves' low-roofd haunis, are contemptible. Even genius itself then feels Down,safelydown the narrow pass they tread;(seen. rebuked, and subdued, as in the presence of higher qualities.
The beetling waters-storm above their head; Then, patriotism is eloquent; then, self-While far behind, retires the sinking day, devotion is eloquent. The clear conception, and fudes on Edom's hulls, its latest ray. out-running the deductions of logic, the high yet not from Israei-fled the friendly light, purpose, of firm resolve, the dauntless spirit, or dark to them, or cheerless came the night; speaking on the tongue, beaming from the eye, informing every feature, and urging the Sull, in their van, along that dreadful road, (God. whole man onward, right onward to his ob- Bluz'd broad and fierce, the brandish'd torch of ject,-this-is eloquence.--Webster. Its meteor glare-a tenfold lustre gave,
On the long mirror--of the rosy wave : 682. THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE.
While its blest beams--a sunlike heat supply, I said-10 Sorrow's awful storm,
Warm every cheek, and dance in every eye. That beat against my breast,
To them alone--for Misraim's wizard train “Rage on! thou may'st destroy this form, Invoke, for light, their monster-gods in vain: And lay it low-at rest;
Clouds heap'd on clinds, their struggling sighi con But sill--the spirit that now brooks
Andien old darkness broods above their line. (fine, Thy tempest, raging high,
Yet on they press, by reckless vengeance led. Undaunted, on its fury looks-
And range, unconscious, through the ocean's led, With steadfast eye.”
Till midway now—that strange, and fiery form, I said--10 Penury's meagre train,
Show'd his dread visage, lightning through the " Come on! your threats I brave;
storin; My last, poor life-drop--you may drain, With withering splendor, blasted all their might, And crush me--10 the grave;
And brake their chariot-wheels, and marred their Yet still, the spirit, thai endures,
coursers' f ght. Shall mark your force—the while, "Fly, Misraim.fly!" The ravenous floods they see, And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours,
And, friences than the floods, the Deity.
"Fly, Misraim. Ay!" From Edom's coral strand, I said-10 cold Neglect, and Scorn,
Again the prophet stretch'd his drtadiul wand: * Pass on! 1 heed you not ;
With one wild crash, the thu:dering waters sweep, Ye may pursue me, ull my form,
And all-is waves—a dark, and lonely deep:And being-are forgol;
Yel. o'er these lonely vaves, such marmurs past, Yei, sull-the spirit, which you see
As mortal wailing swell'd the nightly blast:
And strange, and sad, the wluspering breezes bore Draws from its own nobility
The groans of Egypi-10 Arabia's shore.-Heber. Its high-born smiles."
CONCEALED LOVE. I said--10 Friendship’s menaced blow,
She never told her love. * Strike deep! my heart shall bear; Lui let concealment, like a worm i the bud, Thou canst but adj-one bitter wo
Feed on her damask cheek: she piu'd in though To those--alrealy there;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sai like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
684. GREEK LITERATURE. It is impos-, And, lost each human irace, surrendering up sible to contemplate the annals of Greck lit- Thine individual being, shalt thou go, erature, and art, without being struck with To mix torever with the elements, them, as by far the most extraordinary, and to be a brother--10 th' insensible rock, brilliant phenomenon. in the history of the human mind. The very language, even in its And to the slugg.sh clod, which the rude swain primitive simplicity, as it came down from the Turi:s with his share, a: d treads upon. rhapsodists, who celebrated the exploits of
The oakHercules, and Theseus, was as great a won-Shall send his roois abroad, and pierce tiy mold der, as any it records.
Yeu 101. to thy eternal resting place, All the other tongues, that civilized men have spoken, are poor, and teeble, and bar- Shalt thou reure, alone-nor could'st thou wish barous, in comparison of it. Its compass,
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt le down and flexibility, its riches, and its powers, are With patriarchs or the infant world, with kings, altogether unlimited. It not only expresses, The poweriut of the earth, the wise, the good, with precision, all that is thought, or known, Far torms, and houry scers of ages past, at any given period, but it enlarges itself na- All-in one-nighty 8t'putclire. turally, with the progress of science, and alfords, as it without an effort, a new phrase, or
'The hills, a systematic nomenclature, whenever one is Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales, called for.
Stretching in pensive quietess between; It is equally adapted to every variety of The venerable woods; r.vers, that move style, and subject, to the most shadowy sub- un majesty, and the complaining brooks (all, thery of distinction, and the utmost exactness That make the ineadows green; and, poured round oi detiuition, as well as to the energy, and the pathos of popular eloquence, to the majesty, od ocean's gray and melancholy wasle, the elevation, the vrety of the Epic, and the Are but the solemn decorations allboldest license of the Dithyrambic, no less of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, than to the sweetness of the Lle y, the sim- The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, plicity of the Pastoral, or the Lecdless gayety, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, and delicate characterization of Comedy.
Through the sull lapse of ages. Above all, what is an unspeakable charm, a sort of naivete is peculiar to it, and appears
All that tread in all those various styles, and is quite as be- The globe, are but a liandiull, to the tribes, comins, and agreeable, in an historian, or a Thul slumper in its bosom. Take the wugs philosopher, Xenophon for instance, as in the , Oi moring, and the Barcan desert pieree, light and jocund numbers of Anacreon. Indeed, were there no other object, in learn. Where solis the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Or. lose thyself m the continuous woods, ing Green, but to see-to what perfection language is capable of being carried, not only as
Save its own dashmgs--- yes-the dead are there; a medium of communication, but as an instru- And m.ions in those sol judes, « bee first ment of thought, we ste not why the time of The thight of years began, bave laid them dowa a younz man would not be just as well be in their last sleep: the dead-reign there-alone. stowed, in acquirin: a knowlede of it, for all so shalt thou rest; and what, if thou shalt tall, the purposes at least of a liberal, or elementary education, as in learning algebra, anotier l'umoticed by the living and no frente specimen of a lun.uage, or arrangement of Take note of this de pariure? All thu breathe signis perfect in its kind.-Legare.
Will share thy deslly. The gay will laugh, 683. Otk EXIT: TILAVATOISIS.
When thou an gone; the sole enn bruni oi cary To him, who, in the love of nature, holds
Plot on: and each one, as before, will chase ('ominun on w th her vs ble forins, slic speaks !! tavorite phan om, yel, all these shail leave A vasous language ; for his guyer hours, Tier inrth and this if this, an islll come, She has a voice of glar'ness, and a sin le,
And as he trist I want three. As the long trau And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Oiages Minide away, the sets of mesh, Into his dark musugs, with a mnile,
The youth. in lute's green spring and he, who goes And gentle sympatlıy that sit als away
In the full strength of yours, ma'ron, and ina da Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
The Lowe wli age, the antint in th.sin l'$ When thoughts
And beauty of its molt age cut.l. or the last bitter honr, come like a blight
Susil, one ly one, it glo u teel to ihy s do Over it'app', and silmnges
By those, who, all their lanıl, sinal touw wem. Of thy slem ngonly, and s'ıroad and pall,
Solive, 11 it when they sutions comer, to je n And breathless Markness, and the narrow house,
The innumerale carvan liat most Minke them to shanklip. and grow.ck at heart;
To he pale palm oi!!te, wierieurnal take Go for ' into the open sky, ani list
Ils (hamir.'11 the least 1.'1 ode. To na stene's nur, while, from all around,
'Thou go it. I kr the quarry-lie at ht. Teil, Com a ',1 oC
Scourged to', dunnon L. $****** 1100 * Yet a fow i'ays, and thee, By an un'alprinterunt a, b "mrave, The all-hehole ing sun kali ser no more,
Lke ogwo wra!''rp's Ollscourh In all his course, nor yet, in the rol ground,
Aleb m. nn l'irs ownpleasant apuna. Where thy pate form was la d, with many tears, Northe emmer of ocean, shall exa! Thy mnge, Enrihmt nous aimed the e, shullelam Tay growih, to be resa i ed 10 earth again;
686. BENEFITS OF AGRICULTURE. Agri
687. THE AMERICAN FLAG. culture—is the greatest among the arts; for When Freedom-from her mountain height, it is first in supplying our necessities. It is Unfurl'd her standard-to the air, the mother, and nurse-of all other arts. It
She tore the azure robe of night, favors and strengthens population ; it creates and maintains manufactures ; gives employ
And set the stars of glory--there. ment to navigation, and materials to com
She mingled, with its gorgeous dyes, merce. It animates every species of indus- The milky baldric-of the skies, try, and opens to nations the surest channels And striped its pure--celestial white, of opulence. It is also the strongest bond of
With streakings of the morning light; well regulated society, the surest basis of in
Then, from his mansion-in the sun ternal peace, the natural association of good morals.
She called her eagle-bearer-down, We ought to count, among the benefits of And gave-into his mighty hand, agriculture, the charm, which the practice The symbol-of her chosen land. of it communicates to a country life. That
Majestic monarch--of the cloud, charm, which has made the country, in our
Who rear'st aloft-thy regal form, view, the retreat of the hero, the asylum of the sage, and the temple of the historic
To hear the teinpest-trumpings loud, muse. The strong desire, the longing after
And see the lightning lances driven, the country, with which we find the bulk When strive-the warriors of the storm, of mankind to be penetrated, points to And rolls--the thunder-drum of heaven,it as the chosen abode of sublunary bliss. Child of the sun! to thee 'uis given, The sweet occupations of culture, with her
To guard the banner of the free, varied products and attendant enjoyments,
To hover-in the sulphur smoke, are, at least, a relief from the stitling atmosphere of the city, the monotony of subdivided
To ward away the battle-stroke, employments, the anxious uncertainty of com- And bid its blendings-shine, afar, merce, the vexations of ambition so often dis- Like rainbows-on the cloud of war, appointed, of self-love so often mortified, of The harbingers-of victory! factitious pleasures, and unsubstantial vanities,
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, Health, the first and best of all the blessings
The sign of hope-and triumph high, of life, is preserved and fortified by the prac
When speaks the signal trumpet tone, tice of agriculture. That state of well-being, And the long line-comes gleaming on. which we feel and cannot define; that self- Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, satisfied disposition, which depends, perhaps, Has d'mm'd the glistening bayonet, on the perfect equilibrium, and easy play of Each soldier eye-shall brightiy turn vital forces, turns the slightest acts to pleas
To wbere thy meteor glories burn; ure, and makes every exertion of our faculties a source of enjoyment; this inestimable
And, as his springing steps advance, state of our bodily functions is most vigorous Catch war, and vengeance--from the glance. in the country, and if lost elsewhere, it is in Aud when the cannon-mouthings loud, the country we expect to recover it.
Heave, in wild wreaths, the battle-shroud, The very theatre of agricultural avocations,
And gory sabres rise, and fall, gives theni a value that is peculiar; for who can contemplate, without emotion, the mag
Like shoots of flame-on midnight's pall ; nificent spectacle of nature, when, arrayed in
There shall thy victor glances glow, vernal hues, she renews the scenery of the
And cowering foes-shall fall beneath world! All things revive her powerful voice Each gallant arm, that strikes below-the meadow resumes its freshness and ver- That lovely messenger of death. dure; a living sap circulates through every budding tree; rowers spring to meet the
Flag of the seas ! on ocean's wave, warm caresses of Zephyr, and from their
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave: opening petals pour forth rich perfume. The When death, careering on the gale, songsters of the forest once more awake, and Sweeps darkly-round the bellied sail, in tones of melody, again salute the coming And frighted waves---rush wildly backdawn; and again they deliver to the evening Before the broadside's reeling rack, ocho--their strains of tenderness and love.
Each dying wanderer of the sea, Can man-rational, sensitive man--can he remain unmoved by the surrounding pres
Shall look, at once, to heaven-and thee, ence! and where else, than in the country,
And smile-to see thy splendors fly, can he behold, where else can he feel--this In triumph--o'er bis closing eye. jubilce of nature, this universal joy !-- Mac- Flag of the free heart's only home! Neven.
By angel hands--to valor given; Let me lead you from this place of sorrow, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, To one where young delights attend ; and joys, And all thy hues--were born in heaven. Yet new, unborn, and blooming in the bud, Forever float--that standard sheet! Which want to be fall-blown at your approach,
Where breathes the foe-but falls before us, And spread like roses, to the morning sun; With Freedom's soll--beneath our feet. Where ev'ry hour shall roll in circling joys,
And Freedom's banner-streaming o'er us! And love shall wing the tedious-wasting day. His be ng was in her alone, Life without love, is load; and time stands still: And he not being, she was none. What we refuse to him, to death we give;
They joy'd one jos, one grief they grieving And then, then only, when we love, we live. One love they lov'd, one life they liv d.
688. TRIBUTE TO WASHINGTON. Hard, Bowl-rang to bowl,--steel-clanged to steel, and rose a deale hard indeed, was the contest for freedom, and the struggle for independence. The golden That made the torches flare around, and shook the flags on light sun of liberty-had nearly set, in the gloom
* Ho! cravene, do ye fear him ?-Slaves, traitors! have ye down? of an cternal night, ere its radiant beams il-Ho! cowards, have ye left me to meet him here alone ! lumined our western horizon. Had not the But I defy him :-let him come!" Down rang the massy cup, tutelar saint of Columbia-hovered around while, from its sheath, the ready Made came flushing hall-way sp) the American cainp, and presided over her And, with the black, and heavy plumesscarce trembling on how destinies, freedom must have met with an untimely grave. Never, can we suficiently ad-There—in his dark, carved, caken chair, Old Rrediger mal, dead mire the wisdom of those statesmen, and the
690. QUEEN MAB. skill, and bravery, of those unconquerable ve- O then, I see Queen Mal hath been with you. terans, who, by their unwearicd exertions in She is the fairy's midwife, and she comes the cabinet, and in the field, achieved for us in shape, 110 bigger than an agnte-sloue, the glorious revolution. Never, can we duly appreciate the merits of a Washington; who, on the forefinger of an alderman; with but a handfullofundisciplined yeomanry, Drawn with a team of little atomies, triumphed over a royal army, and prostrated Athwart men's noses, as they lie asleep: the lion of England at the feet of the Ameri. Her wagon spokes-made of long spinner's legs: can eagle. His name—so terrible to his foes, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers; SU welcome to his friends.-- shall live forever The traces of the smallest spiders web; upon the brightest page of the historian, and
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams; be remembered, with the warmest emotions of gratitude, and pleasure, by those, whom Her whip-of cricket's bone; her lasis-of film; he had contributed to make happy, and by Her wagoner-a sınall gray-coated gnat, all mankind, when kinks, and princes, and Not halt so big—as a round-little worm, nobles, for ages, shall have sunk into their Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; merited oblivion. Unlike them, he needs not Her chariot-is an empty hazel-nut, the assistance of the sculptor, or the architect, Made by the jo ner-squ rrel, or old grub, to perpetuate his memory: he needs no Time out of mind. the fairies' coach-makera ly pyramid, whose towering height shall And in this state she gallops, night by night, pierce the stormy clouds, and rear its lofty Thro' lovers' brains, and then they dream of love : head to heaven, to tell posterity his fame. On courtiers' knees, that dream ou curtsies eraut, His deeds, his worthy deeds, alone have ren. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on loca; dered him immortal! When oblivion shall O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream bave swept away thrones, kingdoms, and sometimes, she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, principalities--when human greatness, and grandeur, and ylory, shall have mouldered in. And then, dreams he of smelling out a sunt: to dust.--eternity itself shall catch the glow. And sometimes comes she, with a lithe-pig's teil ing theme, and dwell with increasing rapture Tickling the purson, as he lies asleep; on his name!--Gen. Harrison.
Then dreoms hemof another benefice. 689. THIE BAROY'S LAST BASQIFT. Sometimes, she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, O'er a bw couch the setting sun-had thrown its latest ray, And then he dreams of cutting foreign throais, Where, in his list-strong agony-a dying warrior lay, Of breaches, amboscadoes, Spanish blades, The stern-cit! Ramon Rudiger, whose franabad ne'er heen bent or healthis five fathoms deep; and then anon By wasting pats, till time, and toil-simon strength had sent. They come around me here, and as my days of life are o'et,
Drums in his ears, at which he starts, and wakes; That I shall muut my bol le steert, and laat my lapt no mare;
And being thus fr glated. swears a prayer or two They come, and to my bardhry damn to tell me anw, that I, And sleeps again.-Shakspeare. Their own liegen, and master born,--that I, ha: la nutsi die. And what is death ? I've dared him on-before the Paytim spear, of youth--is slowly wasting away into the
YOUTH AND ACE. When the summer day Think ye he's entered at my gate, has come to seek me here? I've met him, faced him, scoru'd him, when the fight was raging grow deeper and deeper, as life wears to its
nightfall of age, and the shadows of past yeara [T! try his might-1 11 brave his power: drfy, and fear him nota
close, it is pleasant to look back, through the 1. rund the tosin from my tower,-- Gre the culvering
vista of time, upon the sorrows and felicities But exch reaner-arm with steed, -rall every tumalin,
of our earl er years. If we have a home to C'p with my tander on the wall. - the banquet brand prejare,
shelter, and hearts to rejoice with us, and Throw wide the portal of my hall, asi bring my arms there !**
friends have been gathered together around As buna!rol tante were busy theo, the banquet forth was spread, wayfaring will have been worn and smoothed
our firesides, then, the rough places of ou And rung-the heavy makem sof, with many a martial treat; While from the nich, dark tracery-along the vaulted wall,
away, in the twilight of life, while the sunny Lights-cleane1 on barners, piune and spear, o'er the prodloud spots, we have passed through, will grow
brighter and more beautiful. Happy, indeed, F" hurrying through the outer clothe mailed retainen pour'd, are they, whose interference with the world On thm' the portals frowning arch, and strngit around the board has not changed the tone of their hoher feel Whilo, at its beat, within his dark, carved oaken clair of state, ings, or broken those musical chords of the Armed apa-pir, seru Rudiger, with girded lakchon, ate. heart, whose vibrations are so melodious, so * Vill every breaker up, my men, pour feath the eteeriug wine, tender and touching, in the evening of age. There's life, and streaxth--- every day po-thankingus ing to the vine! When L-am ng's triumph o'er her barbarous foes Are ye all there, my rekla true jouse eyes are waxine dia nii nend, my tried and learless, each pollet to the brian,
First reard the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose.
Each change of many-color d 1. fe he drew;
Exhausted worlds, and then imagi'u new: I hear it baie h. - Iruler yet'- Watch my heavy breath Existence-saw h mi spurn her bounded reign; tip alltwt for Rendiger, Deparue tenia luta ** And panung Time-ou'd after him in vain. BRONSON 19