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doctor's predictions, as the gentleman died some years after; and what was still more
traordinary, at the time of Doctor Monsey's death there was no person that had the promise of the reversion.
Anecdote of Casimir the Second, King
When Casimir was Prince of Sandomir, he won, at play, all the money of one of his nobility, who, incensed at his ill-fortune, struck the prince a blow on his ear, in the heat of his passion. He fled immediately from justice ; but being pursued, and overtaken, he was condemned to lose his head -yet, the generous Casimir determined otherwise ; “ I am not surprised,” said he, « at the gentleman's conduct, for not hav. ing it in his power to revenge himself of Fortune, no wonder he should attack her favourite. After which, he revoked the sentence, returned the nobleman his money, and declared, that “ himself alone. was faulty, as he had encouraged, by his example, a pernicious practice, that might terminate in the ruin of hundreds of his people."
O'er the pale embers of a dying fire,
'Twas Sunday's eve, meet season to prepare,
Before him sprede his various sermons lay,.
ful daye, The fruit of learninge, bought with heavy
price. : ...
On these he cast a fond, but fearful eye, Awhile he paus’d, for sorrow stopt his
throte, Arriv'd at length, he heav'd a bitter sighe, And thus complain'd, as well indeed, he i. mute:
“ Here is a scholar's lot, condemn'd to
sail, Unpatroniz'd o'er life's tempestuous wave; Clouds blind his sight, nor blows a friendly
gale, To waft him to one port, except the grave,
64 Big with presumptive hope, I launch'd
my reel, With youthful ardour, and bright science
fraughte, Unanxious of the pains, long doom'd to
feel; Unthinking that the voyage might end in'
6 Pleas'd on the sunimit sea, I danciu
awhile, With gay companions, and with views as
. fair, Outstript by these, I'm kept to humble toil, My fondest hopes abandon'd in despair.
“ Had my ambitious mind been led to rise To highest flights, to croster, and to pall, Scarce could I mouin, the missinge of my
prize, For soaringe wishes, well deserve their fall.
61 No tow'ring thought like these, engag'd
my breast, I hop'd (nor blame, ye proud, the lowly
plan,) Some little cove, some parsonage of rest, The scheme of duty suited to the man,
“ Where, in my narrow sphere, secure at
ease, From vile dependence free, I might remain The guide to good, the counsellor of peace; The friend, the shepherd, to the village
** Yet, cruel fate, deny'd the small request,
6 Oft as in russet weeds I scour along, In distant chapels, hastilie to pray, By nnd, scarce notic’d, of the passing
thronge ; *Tis but the curate, every child will say.
“ Nor circumscrib'd in dignity alone,
« Ah! not for me, the harvest yields its
store ; The bough-crown'd shock, in vain at
tracts mine eye, To labour doom'd, and destin'd to be poor, + pass the field, I hope, not envious by.