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diffimulation ; for he had not yet learned really to esteem that which all men poffeffed of ambition and the luft of power despise; nor did he yet contemn that which, at this period of the Republic, every Roman who was eager to command esteemed more than all other things. But Manlius Curius, the noblest Roman of the age, really poffefsed the sentiments which Pompey expressed. Having vanquished several warlike nations, driven Pyrrhus out of Italy, and enjoyed three times the honour of a triumph, he retired to his cottage in the country, and there cultivated, with his own victorious hands, his little farm, where, when the Ambassadors from the Samnites arrived to offer him a large prefent of gold, he was found, feated in his chimney corner, dressing turnips. The noble reclufe refused the present, and gave the ambassadors this answer : « A man " that can be satisfied with such a supper has no « need of gold; and I think it more glorious “ to conquer the owners of it, than to possess it

“ myself.”

The perfect happiness which Curius enjoyed in dressing this humble meal, may be truly envied by the greatest Monarchs and most luxurious Princes. It is a melancholy truth, but too well known to Kings and Princes, that under many cir

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Pubhshed by Ternor & Hood, March 1/1800.

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cumstances they are deprived of real friends; and this is the reason why they ask the advice of many, and confide in none. Every man of candour, reflection, and good sense, pities the condition of virtuous Sovereigns; for even the beft of Sovereigns are not totally exempt from fears and jealousies. Their felicity never equals that of a laborious and contented husbandman; their pleasures are neither fo pure nor so permanent, nor can they even experience the fame tranquillity and unalloyed content. The provisions, indeed, of a peasant are coarse, but to his appetite they are delicious: his bread is hard, but he goes to it fatigued by the honest labours of the day, and fleeps founder on his mat of straw than monarchs on their beds of down.*

* The restlessness which hangs around the thorny pillow of Royalty, and prevents the wearied eye of greatness from tasting that sweet and comfortable repose which relieves the unambitious boil of humble industry, is finely described by our immortal Poet SHAKESPEARE, in the Soliloquy of HENRY THE FOURTH.

“ How many thousands of my poorest subjects
“ Are at this hour asleep!-O, Sleep, 0, gentle Sleep!
« Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
« That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
« And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
" Why rather, Sleep, ly'st thou in smoaky cribs,
“ Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
“ And hush'd with buzzing night-fies to thy Number,
“ Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
“ Under high canopies of coitly state,
" And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?

« O, thou

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" O, thou dull God, why ly'st thou with the vile
« In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch
“ A watch-case, or a common larum bell?
« Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
“ Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brain
« In cradle of the rude imperious surge,
" And in the visitation of the winds,
« Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
« Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
66 With deaf'ning clamours in the flippery shrouds,
«« That, with the hurly, Death itself awakes ?
6 Can'st thou, 0, partial Sleep! give thy repose
« To the wet sea boy in an hour fo rude,
“ And in the calmest and the stillest night,
“ With all appliances and means to boot,

Deny it to a king! Then, happy, lowly clown, " Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."

HENRY IV, Part 2, AX 3, Scene 1,

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