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Holmes's Compendium.

LYCURGUS was a fumous Law-giver to the Lace.

demonians, once the most warlike People of Greece. Among many of whose Laws one was, That it should be deemed Capital for any Boy to fight in the War, who was under Age.' But fo'it happened once, that the State being in imminent Danger, a Lad, not yet called to Arms by the Law, headed the Troops, and routed the Enemy, for which, by the aforesaid Law, being condemned to die, He thus defends himself.


E have now before you a Soldier, the most un

happy of any who ever proved victorious ; but of them, whom Valour has made unfortunate, the most innocent. Never did I breathe freer Air, or was more Master of myself, than when I fought nor ever so miserably enslaved, as when I had conquered; having warred against my own Life, and overcame it. But, Gentlemen, I would not have you think that I am at all dejected or cast down at the Matter, unless I could perfuade myself that I'm to lose a Life more dear to me than my Country; that Country, I speak boldly, and as it becomes a Soldier) which I see you, by passing such Sentences as these, are about utterly to overthrow. You bring against me Laws I dare not call in Queltion, and cite such Clauses as condemn my Childhood; as tho' the very fame Law had not commanded us first to close with that universal Prin

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ciple Of doing Good to the Commonwealth. It was in vain, when our Country was fiercely invaded on every Side by the thickest Troops, her Strength almost tired out and exhausted by the Tediousness of Battle, and the as it were at the laft Gasp-In such a Pofture of Affairs, I say, 'twas in vain to consult the Slackness of the Laws, when ye yourfelves can't but allow that the Remedies ought to have been immediate. Neither is it much Matter, when. a Soldier's hot in Fight, whether by the Law he's call'd to Arms or by his Enemies, if fo be he conquers. O dull, heavy, senseless Law! to pronounce Death on a Warrior, who could not chufe but fight! and on a Conqueror, who fighting could not but overcome !-But that which vexes me most, and cuts me even to the Heart is, that I'm ftill call's a Boy : Ak my Enemies, I beg of you, (who I fuppose did not fight with Raitles) how like a Man I behaved myself in the Battle, who ho often to their Coft did feel what this Arm can do. But if I must die because I am a Boy, and under Age ; certainly the same Law which condemns Boys, juftifies and commands the Valiant to be

protected; and if you make any Question of my Fortitude, I'd have you only call to Mind my late Victory. Consider but the Numbers which were fiain and taken Prisoners by this Hand of mine. I call many of you here present, who stood there fighting, at least with your Eyes and Wishes for your Country, to witness what great Things I alone did there for you. How deplorable is my Cale! That I (by whom you live and ftill remain Judges) should endanger my own Life, to protect and pre


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serve those Mouths, who now in particular are about to pronounce me guilty, and worthy of Death !-However, if you still make me out a Boy, why am I not accounted guilty of Rashness and Inconsideracy in this Action, unless my speedy Victory has more than equall'd your deliberate Confultations ? Tho' far be such a Reproach from the Lacedemonians, to stile him a Boy, whose Valour has equalled him to the best of your Warriors. But to come to the Point; O Spartans ! why are ye fo nice in prying into, and condemning me of a Crime, which ye yourselves are accesary to in fuffering it to be? Nevertheless, be that as it will, I'm willing the whole Dishonour of the Victory, if it be a Dishonour, should be laid on me alone. If

look upon it as a Crime for acting thus in my Minority, let me be slain, lest if I live I should do so again when the Enemy's Army returns, at which Time, perhaps, you'll have Need of a whole Regiment of fuch Boys. If I am condemn’d for fighting, shew me no Favour, but let me suffer; that fo I may appear more gloriously valiant by being . found guilty, than by being acquitted. To conclude, if my returning victorious be a capital Crime, bring hither

your Torments, the most sweet Rewards of a Conqueror ; who think it my Duty, that I, who by my Velour have preserved the sacred Larus and Ordinances of my country from the destroying Hand of the Enemy, should, if they require it, even fatisfy them with my Blood.




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NLY the wakeful Lark has left her Nest, and

is mounting on high to falute the opening Day. Elevated in Air, she seems to call the labo. rious Husbandman to his Toil, and all her Fellow Songsters to their Notes. Earliest of Birds, Com. panion of the Dawn, may I always rise at thy Voice ! Rise to offer the Matin-Song; and adore that beneficent Being, - who maketh the Outgo. ings of the Morning and Evening to rejoice." how charming to rove abroad, at this sweet Hour of Prime! to enjoy the Calm of Nature; to tread the dewy. Lawns; and taste the unrifled Freshness of the Air !

Sweet is the Breath of Morn, her rifing sweet,
With Charm of earliest Birds. MILTON.

What a Pleasure do the Sons of Sloth lose? Lite tle, ah! little is the Sluggard sensible how delicious an Entertainment he foregoes, for one of the poorest of all animal Gratifications. Is it the Surmise of Imagination, or do the Skies really redden with Shame; to see so many supinely stretch'd on their drowsy Pillows ? Shall Man be lost in luxurious Ease? Shall Man waste these precious Hours in idle Slumbers, while the vigorous Sun is up, and going on his Maker's Errand ? While all the fea. ther's Choir are hymning the Creator, and paying their Homage in Harmony No.-Let him heighten the Melody of the tuneful Tribes, by adding the rational Strains of Devotion. Let him improve L 3


the fragrant Oblations of Nature, by mingling with the rising Odours, the more refined Breath of Praise.

On the Worth of Time.
ISHOP Atterbury in his advanced Years thus

speaks in a Letter to Mr. Pope :-), who squandered whole Days heretofore, now husband Hours, when the Glafs begins to run low, and care not to mispend them on Trifies. At the End of the Lottery of Life, our last Minutes, like Tickets left in the Wheel, rise in their Valaation. They are not of so much Worth, perhaps, in themselves as those which preceded, but we are apt to prize them more, and with Reason.

On the Improvement of Time.



E that are vigorous in Health, and blooming

in Years, improve the precious Opportunity. Improve your golden Hours to the noblest of all Purposes ; such as may render you meet for the Inheritance of the Saints in Light ; and ascertain your . Title to a State of Immortal Youth, to a Crown of eternal Glory. Stand not all the Prime of your Day idle ; trifle no longer with the Offers of this immenfe Felicity: Bat make Hafte and delay- not the Time to keep God's Commandments. While you are loitering in a gay Insensibility, Death may be bending his Bow, and marking you out for - {peedy Victims. ---Not long ago, I happened to fpy a thoughtless Jay. The poor Bird was idly bu


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