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woman is joyous, her licence is not to be endured; | is withered, totters along its three-footed path, and when she is in terror, she is a still greater and in no way superior to a child, flits like a dayplague to her home and city.

OBEDIENCE.

For obedience, woman, is the mother of success, bringing safety; so says the proverb.

DUTIES OF MEN AND WOMEN IN WAR.

It is for men to present victims and offerings to appease the gods, when the enemy are at the gates; 'tis thine, woman, to hold thy peace, and keep within doors.

THE NOBLE AND BRAVE.

Nobly born and honoring the throne of modesty, hating vaunting language—such an one is wont to be slow at base deeds, and no coward.

TO BE, NOT TO SEEM.

For he does not wish to seem, but to be, the noblest, reaping a rich harvest from a deep furrow in his mind, from which sprout forth excellent counsels. Against such an one I charge thee to send wise and prudent champions. Dreadful is the foe that fears the gods.

IMPIOUS FELLOWSHIP.

Alas! it is a bad omen for the just to be associated with the impious. Indeed in everything naught is worse than wicked fellowship, the fruit of which is fraught with death. For whether a good man happens to have embarked with sailors, whose hearts are hot and full of villany, he perishes with the race abhorred of Heaven, or whether, being righteous, he has fixed his seat amidst citizens inhospitably bent and regardless of the gods, he is struck down by the scourge of the Deity, which falls on all alike, having rightly fallen into the same nets with his countrymen.

AN OLD HEAD ON YOUNG SHOulders.

In manhood's vig'rous prime He bears the providence of age.

THE STARS.

I pray the gods that I may be released from these toils, slave of a year-long sentry, during which, lying on my elbows on the roofs of the Atridæ, like a dog, I have contemplated the choir of nightly stars, radiant rulers that bring winter and summer, stars shining conspicuously in the firmament, both when they set and when they rise.

WHAT IS FATED.

dream.

GOD CHASTENS MAN FOR HIS GOOD.

The man who cheerfully celebrates Jove in triumphal hymns shall ever be crowned with success -him that guides mortals to wisdom, teaching them by suffering to remain firm. But even in slumber the pangs from the memory of ills keep dripping before the heart, and thus wisdom comes to the unwilling. 'Tis a gracious gift of the gods, compulsory as fate, who sit severely on the awful bench.

BE NOT ANXIOUS FOR THE FUTURE.

To those that suffer justice brings wisdom; but for futurity, since it will come, farewell to it. 'Tis but the same with sorrowing beforehand; for the event will come dawning clearly with the morning rays.

GOD PUNISHES THE WICKED.

They feel the stroke of Jove; we may say this, and trace it out exactly; they have fared as they deserved. Some one denied that the gods deigned to care for mortals, who trampled on their laws. Not holy was he who said so; it has come upon the descendants of those who were breathing forth more violently than just a war which they ought not to have dared, while their dwellings were teeming beyond all measure with rich spoils. But may such calm of soul be mine, so as to meet the force of circumstances.

THE IMPIOUS SEEN THROUGH THEir disguise.

For riches is no bulwark against destruction to the man who has wantonly spurned the great altar of Justice; but wretched Persuasion, preparing intolerable evils for posterity, urges him on, and there is no remedy. Guilt is never hidden, but is seen through her disguise, a light of lurid glare; and like adulterated brass, when proved, is found black by wear and rubbing, fond as a boy to chase the bird light-flitting round. And not a god lends an ear to his prayers, but sweeps away the unrighteous that hath concerned himself with these doings.

THE FATE OF THE WARRIOR.

And Mars, bartering for gold their bodies, and holding the balance in the tug of war, sends to their friends a small fragment of scorched dust from Troy, to be wept with many tears, filling the urns with light ashes instead of the man. And they sigh while they sing the praises of one as re

Things are as they are and will be brought to nowned in arms, and another as having fallen the issue doomed.

TOTTERING OLD AGE.

But we with our aged frame were left inglorious behind the expedition of those days, propping on staff our steps like children; for both the marrow of youth, while it is springing up in our breasts, is weak as age, and the vigor for war is not yet attained; very advanced age, too, when its foliage

gloriously amid the carnage in defence of another's wife. Some one mutters these words in silence, and jealous vexation creeps upon the chieftain sons of Atreus.

MURMURS OF THE PEOPLE.

Dreadful are the murmurs of the people if they be accompanied with hate; but this is the tribute greatness pays for its exalted station.

THE OPPRESSOR.

For the gods are not forgetful of those who cause great slaughter. The black Furies in one short hour hurl to perdition the man who is lucky without righteousness by a sad reverse of fortune, nor does he receive aid from his citizens. For a man to be raised aloft is dangerous, as the thunderbolt of Jove is sure to be launched against him.

NONE BUT THE GODS HAVE UNMIXED HAPPINESS. Yea, the conflict is well o'er; in the passage of so long a time one might say that some things fall out well, while others are open to complaint; for who save the gods can claim through life's whole course an unmixed happiness?

A FOND WIFE.

For what day is more delightful to woman than that when she opes the gate to her husband returning gloriously from war, preserved by the gods? Bear this message to my husband, that he hasten his long-desired return. May he come speedily, where he will find a faithful wife in his house, such as he left her, a watch-dog of his home, to his enemies irrecon ilable, and in all other points alike, not having effaced one single seal in the long course of years. I have known no delight with other men, nor has there been any slanderous report against my character, any more than brass can be tinged with dyes.

THE HYPOCRITE.

Many are desirous to seem good while they do not what is right. Some are ready to weep with those who weep, though the pang of sorrow reaches not the heart; others join in the joys of others, dressing in forced smiles their unwilling face. But when a man is able to discern character, then it is not possible that the eyes of a man, that only seem with sympathetic tear to show a kindly feeling, should deceive him.

ENVY.

Few men have strength of mind to honor a friend's success without a touch of envy; for that malignant passion clinging to the heart doubles the burden of the man infected by it; he is weighed down by the weight of his own woes, and sighs to see the happiness of others. I speak from experience,-for well do I know, that those who bore in public the semblance of my firmest friends, were but the looking-glass of friendship, the shadow of a shade.

THINGS THAT ARE WELCOME.

I would call my husband a watch-dog of the

fold, a saving mainstay of the ship, a foundation pillar of the lofty roof, an only child to a fond parent, welcome as land to the mariner which he has descried beyond his hopes, welcome as day after a night of storms, a gushing rill to a thirsty wayfarer. 'Tis pleasant to escape from all con

So Shakespeare (" Much Ado about Nothing," act iv. sc. 1) straint.

says

"If I know more of any man alive

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy."

And "Winter's Tale," (act iii. sc. 2)—

"If one jot beyond

The bound of honor, or in act or will

That way inclining, hardened be the hearts Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Cry, Fie! upon my grave."

HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO DIE NOT CHILDLESS. There is among mankind an old adage, uttered in ancient times, "that it is great happiness to see our children rise around us, not dying childless; but from good fortune often sprouts the bitter fruit of woe to man."

ONE BASE DEED PRODUCES ANOTHER, For one base deed engenders more like to its own race; but to those swayed by unbending justice a beauteous race still flourishes.

Shelley, in his "Hellas," says

"Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind, The foul cubs like their parents are."

JUSTICE.

But justice shines in smoky cottages, and honors the pious. Leaving with averted eyes the gorgeous glare of gold obtained by polluted hands, she is wont to draw nigh to holiness, not reverencing wealth when falsely stamped with praise, and assigning each deed its righteous doom.

The following beautiful paraphrase is given in the Quar. terly Review:

"Faithful-as dog, the lonely shepherd's pride,
True-as the helm, the bark's protecting guide,
Firm-as the shaft that props the towering dome,
Sweet-as to shipwrecked seaman land and home,
Lovely--as child, a parent's sole delight,
Radiant-as morn that breaks a stormy night,
Grateful-as stream that in some deep recess
With rills unhoped the panting traveller bless,
Is he that links with mine his chain of life,
Names himself lord, and deigns to call me wife."

TO BE FREE FROM EVIL THOUGHTS.

To be without evil thoughts is God's best gift; but we must call him happy who has ended life in prosperity.

THE POPULAR VOICE.

Yet has the popular voice much potency.

THE UNENVIED.

But the unenvied is not of the happy.

BE NOT ELATED.

God from afar looks graciously on him that is mild in victory; for no one willingly submits to the yoke of slavery.

MISERY IS THE LOT OF MANKIND. For there is a limit to the best of health; disease creeps upon it as a close-adjoining neighbor: and a man's destiny holding on a straight course is apt to dash upon a hidden reef. If timidity fling away a part of his wealth with a well-measured cast of

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from the golden-twisted string, you disgorge with pain the black gore you sucked from men, vomiting the clots of blood which you have drawn from them. It is in every way unbecoming to enter these abodes of mine; go where heads are wrenched from the body and eyes are gouged, to revengeful deeds and slaughters, maiming of boys and stonings, and where those impaled by the spine groan with loud yellings. Ye hags abhorred, these are the feasts in which you delight; your execrable form is proof of this. It is right that such should inhabit the dens of the blood-ravening lion, but not to tarry in these prophetic shrines with impure tread. Of such a herd the gods disdain to take the charge.

THE INNOCENT AND THE IMPIOUS.

No vindictive rage from us (the Furies) comes stealthily on him whose hands are free from guilt, but he passes through life without harm. Whereas whoever, like this man, commits crimes and hides his ruffian hands, we are close at hand as witnesses of the deed, appearing as avengers of blood.

THE MURDERER.

THE LOT OF MEN MUST BE BORNE.
Human misfortunes must befall mankind. For

afflictions rise, many from sea, and many from
land, if life be measured through a lengthened

course.

So Job (v. 7)-"Yet man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward."

THE DOOMED.

But when a man is rushing on the road to destruction, God also lends a hand.

OPPRESSION.

How unbecoming it is for one that is mortal to entertain proud aspiring thoughts; for presumption, when it has put forth the blade, is wont to produce for fruit an all-mournful harvest of

woe.

VOICELESS LAW.

Thou seest voiceless law, which is not seen by thee while thou sleepest, walkest, and sittest, but which accompanies thee now sideways, now behind. For the darkness of night does not conceal thy evil deeds, but whatsoever crime thou hast For avenging Fate has assigned us (the Furies) committed, doubt not some one has seen it. this office, saying, "Let those guilty of murders without provocation be pursued till they find refuge in the realms below;" even when dead they O Jupiter! father Jupiter! thine is the mighty are not quite free. But over the victims let this be the song, bringing madness, distracting, mind-power of heaven; thou lookest on the villanous destroying, the hymn of the Furies, that charms and lawless acts of the celestials and of men; it minds without the lyre, causing shrivelling to belongs to thee to watch the violence of, and pass sentence on, the deeds of savage beasts.

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THE MIGHTY POWER OF GOD.

A PROSPEROUS FOOL.

A senseless fool in prosperity is certainly a heavy burden.

So Proverbs (xxx. 22)-"A fool, when he is filled with meat."

THE RESULT OF INDULGENCE IN WINE..

Bronze is the mirror to reflect the face, wine to reflect the mind.

WORDS.

Words are the cause of senseless wrath.`

So Proverbs (xv. 1)-" A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger."

OATHS.

Oaths are not the cause why a man is believed, but the character of the man is the cause why the oath is believed.

THE DISTRESSED.

God loves to assist those in distress.

So Psalms (xliv. 1)—“ God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble."

THE WICKED IN PROSPERITY.

The wicked in prosperity are not to be borne.

So Psalms (x. 2)-"The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined."

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BRAVE MEN THE BEST BULWARK OF A CITY.

It is not the stones of a city, well built in, but brave men, that are the bulwark of a city.

ALEXIS.

Fortune, thou beginning and end of mortals! it is thou that bestowest the glory of wisdom on human works; and the good more than the bad spring from thee. Beauty and grace shine around thy golden wing; and whatever is weighed by thy scales is most blessed. In the midst of distresses thou pointest the way out of difficulties; thou sheddest a bright light in darkness, thou most ex-uncle of the celebrated Menander, and one of the cellent of divinities.

MAN DIES ONLY AT HIS FATAL MOMENT.

But neither does any one, however many wounds he may have received, die, unless he has run his allotted term of life; nor does any man, though he sits quietly by the fireside under his own roof, escape the more his fated doom.

So Job (vii. 1)-"Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?"

HATRED OF DEATH NOT JUST.

FLOURISHED B.C. 356.

ALEXIS, a native of Thurii, in Italy, was the

principal writers of the middle comedy. He flourished B.C. 356, and continued to exhibit till B.C. 306, being upwards of one hundred years old when he died. He wrote 245 plays, of which Athenæus gives the titles of 113.

SEEK AND WE SHALL FIND.

All that thou seekest may be found, if thou shrinkest not nor fliest from labor. For since some have discovered things in heaven, though they are far removed, such as the rising and setting of the stars, the solstices and eclipses of

Men do not with justice hate death, which is a the sun, what common things that are connected mighty remedy for many woes.

THE INDUSTRIOUS.

Glory, begotten of labor, is a debt owed by the gods to the man who works laboriously.

with man here below, should be able to escape his search?

THE CHANGES OF LIFE.

This life is like a game played with dice-the same figures do not always turn up: so, too, life

So Proverbs (xiii. 11)—“He that gathers by labor shall in- has not always the same shape, but is ever chang

crease."

POWER AND JUSTICE.

When power and justice unite, what stronger pair is there than this?

ing.

MAN RESEMBLES WINE.

The nature of man is in some respects very much resembling wine. For, like new wine, the youthful mind requires to have its fermentation thrown Death to be preferred to a liFE OF WICKED-off, and its roughness skimmed; but when its exces

NESS.

Death is more desirable than a wicked life. And not to be born is better than to lead a disgraceful life.

DEATH SPURNS GIFTS.

Death alone of the gods cares not for gifts, nor wilt thou accept sacrifices nor libations. No altar is erected to thee, nor is any hymn sung to thy praise. Persuasion stands aloof from thee alone of the gods.

DEATH THE PHYSICIAN.

O thou savior Death! do not despise me coming to thee, for thou alone art the physician of curable woes; no sorrow reaches the dead.

JUSTICE WATCHES OVER THE DEAD.

sive violence has abated, and the fury, which swam on the top, has disappeared, then it becomes drinkable, and settles down, continuing pleasant to all future time.

TRUST DEEDS, NOT OATHS.

The wise ought not to trust the oaths of men, but always their deeds.

THE EVENING OF LIFE.

For now my life is approaching its evening.

SLEEP.

Neither mortal nor immortal, but having a cerin-tain composite nature, so as to live neither the life of man nor of the gods, but to be always springing up anew, and again perishing, invisible to the eye, but known to all.-B. Thou always lovest, 0 woman, to speak in riddles.-A. Nay, I speak plainly, and in the utmost simplicity.-B. Who. then, can this youngster be with such a nature?— A. Sleep, my good girl, the soother of the labors of man.

If thou wishest to do good or ill to the dead, thou hast in both ways those who have neither joy nor sorrow; yet recollect that there is an avenging goddess superior to us, and justice feels a jealousy over the character of the dead.

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