77777 The | ex- | cite their | good | honor. most ca- | lamitous e- | vents, | 7 7 | either to themselves | 7 or | others, | 7 can | bring | no | new af- | fliction;|77|7 the | whole | world | 7 is to | them, 7a | theatre, | 7 on which | comedies | only | 7 are | acted. | 77 | 77 | All the | bustle of | heroism, | 7 or the | rants of am- | bition, | 77 | serve | only to | heighten | 7 the ab- | surdity | 7 of the | scene, | 7 and | make the | humor | 7 more | poignant. |77| 77| 7 They | feel, | 7 in | short, | 7 as | little | anguish | 7 at their | own dis- | tress, | 7 or the com- | plaints of | others, | 7 as the | under- | taker, | 7 though | dressed in | black, | feels | sorrow | 7 at a | funeral. | 77 | 77| 7 Of all the | men | 7I | ever | read of, | 7 the | famous | Cardinal de | Retz | 7 pos- | sessed this | happiness of | temper | 7 in the | highest de- | gree. | 7777 As he was a man of | gallantry, | 7 and des- | pised | 7 all that | wore the pe- | dantic ap- | pearance | 7 of phi- | losophy, | 7 where- | ever | pleasure | 7 was to be | sold | he was | generally | foremost | 7 to | raise the | auction. | 77 | 77 | Being a | uni- | versal | 7 ad- | mirer of the | fair | sex, |77| when he | found | one | lady | cruel, | 7 he | generally | fell in | love | 7 with an- | other, | 7 from | whom he ex- | pected | 7 a more | favourable | 7 re| ception. | 77 | 77 | 7 If | she, | too, | 7 re- | јесted his ad- | dresses, | 77 | 7 he | never | thought of re- tiring into | deserts, | 7 or | pining in | hopeless dis- | tress; | 77 | he per- | suaded himself, | 7 that in- | stead of | loving the | lady, | 7 he had | only | fancied | 7 that he had | loved her; | 77 | 7 and | so, | all was | well again. | 77 | 77| 7 When | fortune | wore her | angriest | look, | 7 7| and | he at | last | fell into the | power | 7 of his most | deadly | enemy, 7 7| Cardinal | Maza- | rine, | 77 | (being con- | fined a | close | prisoner, | 7 in the | castle of | Valen- | ciennes,) | 7 he | never at- | tempted | 7 to sup- | port his dis- | tress | 7 by | wisdom | 7 or phi- | losophy; | 77 | for he pre- | tended to | neither. |77|77|7 He | only | laughed | 7 at him- | self | 7 and his | persecutor; | 77 | 7 and | seemed | infinitely | pleased | 7 at his | new situation. |77| 77 | 7 In | this | mansion of dis- | tress, | 77 | though se- | cluded from his | friends, | 77|7 though de- | nied | all the a- | musements, | 7 and even the con- | veniences of | life, | 7 he | still retained his | good | humour: | 77 | laughed at | all the | little spite of his | enemies: | 77 | 7 and | carried the | jest | so | far | as to be re- | venged, | 7 by | writing the | life | 7 of his | goaler. | 77|77| All that the wisdom of the | proud | 7 can | teach, | is to be stubborn | 7 or | sullen, | under mis- | fortunes. |77|77|7 The | Cardinal's ex- | ample | 7 will in- | struct us to be | merry, | 7 in | circumstances | 7 of the highest af- | fliction. |77|77|7 It | matters not | whether our | good | humor | 7 be | construed | 7 by | others, | 7 into | insensi- | bility; | 7 or | even | idiotism: |77| 7 it is | happiness | 7 to our- | selves; | 7 7| 7 and | none but a | fool, | 7 would measure his | satis- | faction | 7 by | what the | world thinks of it. | 77|77| 7 The | happiest | silly | fellow | 71| ever | knew, | was of the | number of those | good natured | creatures | that are | said to | do no | harm | 7 to | any but them| selves. |77|77|7 When- | ever he | fell into | any | misery, | 77 | 7 he | usually | called it | 77 | "Seeing | life." | 7 7| 7 7| 7 If his | head was | broke by a | chairman, | 7 or his | pocket | picked by a | sharper, | 7 he | comforted himself | 7 by | imitating | 7 the Hi- | bernian | dialect | 7 of the | one, | or the more | fashionable | cant | 7 of the other. 7 7| 7 7| Nothing | came a- | miss to him. |77|77| 7 His | inat- | tention to | money matters | 7 in- | censed his | father | 7 to | such a de- | gree, | 7 that | all inter- | cession of | friends, | 7 in his | favor, | 7 was | fruitless. | 77|77| 7 The | old | gentleman | was on his | death bed. | 77|77|7 The | whole | family, | 7 and | Dick | 7 a| mong the | number, | 77 | gathered a- | round him. | 77|77| 7 "I | leave my | second | son | Andrew," | said the ex- | piring | miser, | 7 “ my | whole es- | tate; | 77|7 and de- | sire him | 7 to be | frugal." | 77|77| Andrew, | 7 in a | sorrowful | tone, | 7 (as is ❘ usual | 7 on | those oc- | casions,) | 77 | prayed | Heaven | 7 to pro- | long his | life and | health | 7 to en- | joy it him- | self! 7777 7 "I | recom- | mend | Simon, | 7 my | third | son, | 7 to the | care of his | elder | brother; | 77 | 7 and | leave him | 7 be- | side, | four | thousand | pounds." "Ah! | father, " | 7 cried | Simon, | 7 (in | great af- | fliction, 7 to be | sure, ) | 7 "may | Heaven | give you | life and | health | 7 to en- | joy it your- | self!" | 77 | 77 7 At | last | turning to | poor | Dick, | 7 7 | " as for | you, you have | always | 7 been a | sad | dog; | 77| you'll | never | come to | good; | 77 | you'll | never be | rich; | 77|71| leave | you | 7 a | shilling, | 7 to | buy a | halter." | 7 777 "Ah! | father," | 7 cries | Dick, | 7 without | any e- | motion, | 7 " may | Heaven | give you | life and | health | 7 to en- | joy it your- | self!" | 77|77| A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION. Mrs. Barbauld. 7 'Tis | past; 77 the | sultry | tyrant of the | south 7 | 7 Has | spent his | short-lived | rage. 7| 77 | 7 More | grateful | hours Move | silent | on. 7| 77| 7 The | skies no | more re- | pel 7 | 7 The | dazzled | sight; 7| 77 | But with | mild | maiden | beams 7 | 7 Of | temper'd | light, 7 | 7 in- | vite the | cherish'd | eye 7 | 7 To | wander o'er their | sphere; 7 | where 7 | hung a- | loft, 7 Dian's | bright | crescent, | like a | silver | bow 7 | horns, 7| 7 Im- | patient for the | night, 7| 7 and | seems to | push 7 | 7 Her | brother | down the | sky. 7| 77| Fair | Venus | shines 7 Even in the | eye of | day; 77 with | sweetest | beam 7 7 Pro- | pitious | shines, and | shakes a | trembling | flood 7 7 Of | soften'd | radience | 7 from her | dewy | locks. | 7777 7 The | shadows | spread a | pace; 7777 while | meeken'd | eve, 7 | 7 Her | cheek yet | warm with | blushes, | slow re- | tires | Through the Hes- | perian | gardens of the | west, 7 | 7 And | shuts the | gates of | day. 7| 77|7 'Tis | now the | hour 7 | 7 When | contem- | plation | 7 (from her | sunless | haunts, 7 The | cool | damp | grotto, |77|7 or the | lonely | depth 7 | 7 Of | unpierced | woods, 7 | where, 7 | wrapt in | silent | shade, | 77| 7 She | mused a- | way the | gaudy | hours of | noon, 7| 7 And | fed on | thoughts | un- | ripen'd by the | sun,) 7 | Moves | forward; | 7 and with | radiant | finger | points 7 | 7 To | yon | blue | concave, | swell'd by | breath di- | vine: |77| Where, 7 | one by one, the | living | eyes of | heaven | |