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CLOSET SCENE FROM HAMLET.—Siiakspeare.
Eider Queen and Hamlet.
Hamlet. Now, mother, what's the matter?
Ham. What's the matter now)
Queen. Have you forgot me?
Ham. No, by the rood, not so:
You are the queen : your husband's brother's wife;
Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.
Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see tiie inmost part of you.
Queen. What wilt thou do?—thou wdt not murder me?
Ham. Leave wringing of your hands: peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, '.f it be made of penetrable stuff; if damned custom have not brazed it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?
Ham. Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Queen. Ah me! what act,
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband.—Look you, now, what follows:
Here is your husband; like a mildewed ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
Would step from this to this?
Queen. Oh, speak no more!
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
Ham. A murderer and a villain:
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
Ghost. Do not forget: this visitation
Ham. How is it with you, lady?
Queen. Alas I how is't with you,
Ham. On him! on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Of shreds and patches;—
[Enter Ghost. Ham. Do you see nothing there?
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves.
Ham. Why look you there! look, how it steals away! My father in his habit as he lived! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain:
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Ham. Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
MARK TWAIN'S STORY OF "THE GOOD LITTLE BOT.»
Once there was a good little boy by the name of Jacob Blivens. He always obeyed his parents, no matter how absurd and unreasonable their demands were; and he always learned his book, and never was late at Sabbath school. He would not play hookey, even when sober judgment told hirr. it was the most profitable thing he could do. None of' other boys could ever make this boy out, he acted so strangely. He wouldn't lie, no matter how convenient it was. Ho just said it was wrong to lie, and that was sufficient for him. Aud he was so honest that he was simply ridiculous. Th«