Magnanimity. "Ingenium res Adversæ nudare solent, celare secundæ."-HORACE. "The vision of the hangman frights not me: THERE is no depth of Fortune where the mind "By the Queen's word, though to my bones they grind. "Then, while I live, shall they before me lie, "To show what debt of gratitude and gain "Was earn'd by him, who Ocean freed,* and gave "A World unto the Sovereigns of Spain, "Castille and Arragon; and when I die, "Let my son lay them by me in my grave." * See Columbus' letter to Isabella, from Veragua, wherein he records his vision, in which the voice says to him, "Of the gates of the ocean sea shut up with such mighty chains he delivered thee the keys." "Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero."-HORACE. "Stone walls do not a prison make Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage. If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty."-LOVELACE. ENJOY the hour; nor heed to-morrow's ill; In the Lord's hand we are the potter's clay, Plunge me in dungeons, Hope the gloom shall fill Sleep soothe my nights: Thought, free as air, shall fly The painted past: bind to the torturer's stake Lecture. Οὐκ ἔστι θνητῶν ὅστις ἔστ ̓ ἐλεύθερος : Hecuba. Not if Athene's self should stoop to teach, Ever beyond, and just beyond our reach! The school-boy forward looks, while tutors preach, There finds as stern, although a different rule. On Profane History. "Clashing of swords! brother opposed to brother!" BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. "Themselves the conquerors Make war upon themselves: brother to brother, And frantic courage."-Richard the Third, Act ii. Scene 4. PERUSE Man's story down from Pyrrha's flood; And rare doth timid Virtue dare to pour Her lustre o'er the page; faint as the light Of some lone star struggling through stormy night. On Profane History. (Continued.) "Some write a narrative of wars and feats "The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with them."-SHAKSPEARE. AND is the story fairly told and read? Gush o'er Earth's vales, as from a fountain-head? Like to a hasty traveller, History Views but the Vast; her glance is on the peaks Of mountains, and their headlong torrents foam : No flowers that mantle round their base she seeks:- |