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P. Hen. Pr'ythee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.

Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

P. Hen. 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. Hen. So, two more already.

Fal. Their points being broken, they 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. Hen. Oh, monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

Fal. But as it happened, three misbegotten knaves, in Kendal green, came at my back, and let drive at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou could'st not see thy hand.

P. Hen. These lies are like the father that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou clay-brained, knotty-pated fool; thou tallow-keech!

Ful. What! art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth?

P. Hen. 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 strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: this sanguine coward, this horse-back-breaker, this huge hill of flesh;

Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat'stongue, you stock-fish!—O, for breath to utter what is like thee!—you tailor's yard, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck:

P. Hen. 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. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth. Mark now how

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THE TREES OF THE BIBLE.—M. B. C. Sladr.

All.— Let us look through sacred story,

Song and psalm, until we see,
In their beauty and their glory,

Forms of many a fair, green tree:
Trees that shaded saints and sages,

Trees that waved where prophets trod,
Trees that live through all the ages,

In the ancient Word of God.

Mrst.— When the captives wept for Zion,
For her power and glory gone,
What fair tree, with drooping branches,
Hung they, sad, their harps upon?

Answer.—"By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the Willows."—[Ps. cxxxvii: 1.

Second.— When the prophet sang the story,
Zion's grandeur yet to be,
Sang her beauty and her glory,
Spake he then of any tree?

Answer.—"The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the Fir^trbe the Pink-trek and the Box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary."—[Isa. lx: 13.

Tldrd.— When he gives the invitation,

Come ye thirsting, thirst no more,
How in joyful proclamation,
Tells he of the good in store?

Answer.—"Instead of the Thorn shall come up the FirTrkk, and instead of the Brikr shall come up the MvrtleTree, and it shall be to the Lord for a name."—[Isa. lv: 13.

Fourth.— What says he, when men, forsaking
God most high, the living Lord,
Out of wood their gods are making
That can never speak a word?

Answer.—"He heweth him down Cedars, and taketh the Cypress and the Oak, which he strengthened for himself among the trees of the forest; he planteth an Asu, and the rain doth nourish it. . . . He maketh a god and worshipped it."—[Isa. xiiv: 14, 1",.

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