...that ours, like other pa-, triots, have been the pageants of a day, each acting their parts like the poor player, who frets and struts his hour upon the stage, and then is heard nnmore. •f You know I am no flatterer: you know how often and in what terms I have testified...

...action. But there are some, who, in the fulness of their pride and self-righteousness, condemn the " poor player, who frets and struts his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more" — they condemn him, and his art, as ..;.'/('.' Oh] let such think again ! I* it...

...heart should not echo back the brief and emphatic exclamation of the mighty dramatist — " Life's a poor player, Who frets and struts his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more ! " — Or the more sarcastic amplification of it, in the words of our great moral...

...heart should not echo back the brief and emphatic exclamation of the mighty dramatist — " Life's o poor player, ' Who frets and struts his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more !" — Or the more sarcastic amplification of it, in the words of our great moral...

...heart does not echo back the brief and pungent exclamation of the prince of dramatists ? " Life's a poor player, Who frets and struts his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more !'' Pope has sarcastically amplified this thought, and, at the same time, added a...

...grieve for her, for she was no": afraid to die, and had long learned that ' life is a walking shadow, a poor player, who frets and struts his hour upon the...she had to the world, and she had hoped to wipe out heformer self. ' Alas ! ' she said to her sister, ' I have done more harm than I can ever hope to do...

...anxiously at him, and very pale and grave. He was shocked, and strange to say, she, whose death warrant he had signed, ran and brought him a glass of wine,...heart upon living as many years to God as she had tt the world, and she had hoped to wipe out her former self. " Alas ! " she said to her sister, " I...

...anxiously at him, and very pale and grave. He was shocked, and strange to say, she, whose death warrant he had signed, ran and brought him a glass of wine,...frets and struts his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no mqre." But no sooner was the doctor gone than she . wept bitterly. Poor soul ! she had...

...face he had doomed to the tomb looking earnestly and anxiously at him, and very pale and grave. He was shocked, and, strange to say, she, whose death-warrant...years to God as she had to the world, and she had booed to wipe out her former self. " ' Alas ! ' she said to her sister, ' I have done more haxm than...

...face he had doomed to the tomb looking earnestly and anxiously at him, and very pale and grave. He was shocked, and, strange to say, she, whose death-warrant...years to God as she had to the world, and she had hooed to wipe out her former self. ' Alas ! ' she said to her sister, ' I have done more harm than...