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Holmes's Compendium.

Lycurgus was a famousLaw-gi'ver to the Lacedemonians, once the most warlike People ^"Greece. Among many of whose .Laws one meets, That it should be deemed Capital for any Boy to light in tlie War, who was under Age. But so 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, ly the aforesaid Lain, being condemned to die, He thus defends himself.


YE 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 Mastef of myself, than when I fougif
nor ever so miserably enslaved, as when I had con-
quered; having warred against my own Life,
overcame'it. But, Gentlemen, I would not
you thrnk that I am at all dejected or. cast do'
the Matter, unless I could persuade myself that ]
to lose a Lise 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 Sen-
tences as these, are about utterly to overthrow.
You bring,against me Laws I dare not call in Ques-
tion, 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-


ijiple Of doing Good-to the Commonwealth. It Was in vain, when our Country was siercely invaded on every Side by the thickest Troops, her Strength almost tired out and exhausted by the Tedicusness of Battle, and she as it were at the last Gasp—In such a Posture of Affairs, I fay, 'twas in vain to consult the Slackness of the Luius, when ye yourselves 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 so be he conquers. O dull, heavy, senseless La<w! to pronounce Death on a Warrior, who could not chuse but sight! and on a Conqueror, "who sighting could not but overcome!—But that which vexes me most, and cuts me even to the Heart is, that I'm still call'd a Boy: Ask my Enemies, I beg of you, (who I suppose did not sight with Rattles J how like a Man I behaved myself in the Battle, who so often to their Cost did sed what this Arm can do. But if I must die because I am a Boy, and under Age; certainly the fame La<w which condemns Boys, justisies 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 Vitfory. Consider but the Numbers which were stain and taken Prisoners by this Hand of mine. I call Jnany 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 sor you. Hoiu deplorable is my Cafes That / (by whom you live and still remain Judges) should endanger my own Life, to protect and preL 2 serve 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 Consultations? 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 so rice in prying into, and condemning me of a Crime, which ye yourselves are accejsary to in suffering it to be? Nevertheless, be that as it will, I'm willing the whole Diftonour of the Victory, if it be a Dijhonour, should be laid on me alone. It you look upon it as a Crime sor 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 such Boys. If I am condemn'd $orjighti%\ shew me no Favour, but let me suffer; that so I may appear more gloriously valiant by being sound guilty, than by being acquitted. To conduit, is my returning mdorious 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 Valour have preserved the facred Laii/s arw Ordinances os my Country from the destroying HaM cf the Enemy, should, if they require it, even 6tissy them with my Blood.

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On the MORNING. Hervey.

ONLY the wakeful Lark has lest her Nest, and is mounting on high to falute the opening Day. Elevated in Air, she seems to call the laborious Husbandman to his Toil, and all her Fellow Songsters to their Notes. Earliest of Birds, Companion of the Dawn, may I always rife at thy Voice! Rise to offer die Matin-Song; and adore that benesicent Being, "who maketh the Ojtgoings of the Morning and Evening to rejoice." O how charming to rove abroad, at this sweet Hour cf Prime! to enjoy the Calm of Nature; to tread the dewy.Lawns; and taste the u aris led Freshnefs of the Air!

Sweet is the Breath of Morn, her riling sweet, » With Charm of earliest Birds. Milton.

What a Pleasure do the Sons of Sloth lose? Little, ah! little is the Sluggard sensible how delicious an Entertainment he soregoes, sor one of the poorest of all animal Gratisications.——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 seather'd Choir are hymning the Creator, and paying their Homage in Harmony ?—No.—Let him heighten the Melody of the taneful Tribes, by adding the rational Strains qf Devotion. Let him improve L 3 the the fragrant Oblations of Nature; by mingling with the rising Odours, the more resined Breath of Praise.

On the Worth of Time.

BISHOP Atterhury in his advanced Years thus 'speaks in a Letter to Mr. Pope:—I, who squandered whole Days heretofore, now husband Hours, when the Glass begins to run low, and care not to mispend them on Trifles. At the End of the Lottery of Life, our last Minutes, like Tickets left in the Wheel, rise in their Valuation. They are not of so much Worth, perhaps, in themselves is those which preceded, but we are apt to prize them more, and with Reason.

On the Improvement of Time. HeRV-E*.

.'\XE.that are vigorous in Health, arid blooming

J. in Years, improve the precious Opportunity

Improve your golden-Hours to the nbbtest os'"

Purposes; such a* may render you meet for theln

heritattce of the Saints in Light; and ascertain yt""

■ Title to a State of Immortal Youth,- to. a Crown of eternal G.lory. Stand not all. the Prime of-Y^ Day idle ;- trifle-no longed with the Qifefs of thy immense Felicity: But make Haste and delay- not the Time to keep God's Commandments. -While you are" loitering in a gay•Insensibility, Deatii ma) be bending his Bow,, and marking you.-oat for

speedy Victim?. Not long ago, .1 happened to

spy a thoughtless Jay. The poor Bird was idly b*

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