A'ZURE (a'zhür), a., sky-blue. BALD'RICK (a as in fall), n., a belt. WEL'KIN, n., the vault of heaven. METE-OR, n., a luminous body pass- HAR'BIN-GER (-jer), n., a forerunner. Pronounce ere (meaning before, sooner than) like air. WHEN Freedom, Unfurled her stander She tore the azure adjunct to the air, of night, And set the stars of glory there. Then from his mansion in the sun Majestic monarch of the cloud, Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, When strive the warriors of the storm, To guard the banner of the free, Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, 142 HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY THE AMERICAN FLAG. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, And, when the cannon-mouthings loud Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, And cowering foes shall sink beneath Flag of the seas! on ocean's wave Flag of the free heart's hope and home! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Where breathes the foe but falls before us J. R. DRAKE. (1795-182> LIV. — THE HOSTESS AND THE QUACK. BRUISE, n., a hurt on the flesh. Lux, v. t., to put out of joint. DRAUGHT (draft), n., the quantity drunk at once. BRAY, v. t., to beat in a mortar. PHLE-BOTO-MIZE, v., to let blood with a lancet. FAR'RI-ER, n., one who shoes or cures horses. GE'NUS (je'nus), n., kind; sort. Pronounce none, nun. Do not say swaller for swallow. Enter HOSTESS and LAM-PEDO, followed by BAL-THAZ'AR unperceived. The latter carries a drawn sword, and overhears what is said of him. Hostess. Doctor Lampedo, you must keep this man, if you can so contrive it, another fortnight in my house. Come, you shall not be the loser. Your bill already must be almost as long as mine is. Another fortnight, doctor. Lampedo. It can not be. The man's as well as I am. Have some mercy. He has been here almost three weeks already. His accident ought not to have detained him half a day. Host. Well, then, a week-detain him a week. Lam. You talk now like a reasonable hostess that sometimes has a reckoning with her conscience. We may keep him a week. Host. He still believes he has an inward bruise. Lam. I would he had! Or that he had slipped his shoulder-blade, or broke a leg or two (not that I bear his person any malice), or luxed an arm, or even sprained his ankle. Host. Ay, broken any thing except his neck. Lam. However, for a week I'll manage him. He has the constitution of a horse-but I'll manage him. A farrier should prescribe for him— but I'll manage him. Host. Do so, doctor. Custom is scarce; but the occupant of the best room must pay a big price. Lam. Let me see let me see. To-morrow we phlebotomize again; the next day I make him swallow my new-invented pătent draught; then I have some pills prepared; on Thursday we throw in the bark; on Friday Balthazar (coming forward). Well, sir, on Friday – what on Friday? Come, proceed. Lam. Discovered! Host. Mercy, noble sir! Lam. We crave your mercy. Bal. On your knees! 'Tis well. Pray, -for your time is short. Host. Nay, do not kill us. Bal. You have been tried, condemned, and only wait for execution. Which shall I begin with? Lam. The elder one, by all means. Bal. Come, then, prepare! Host. Have pity on my weakness. Bal. Tell me, thou quaking mountain of gross flesh - tell me, and in a breath-how many poisons you have cooked up for me. Host. None, as I hope for mercy. Bal. Is not thy wine a poison? Host. No, indeed, sir. "Tis not, I own, of the first. quality, but Bal. But what? Speak out. Host. I always give short measure, sir, and ease my conscience that way. Bal. Ease your conscience, indeed! I'll ease your conscience for you. Host. Mercy, sir! The times are hard. Bal. Rise, if you can, and hear me. Host. Your commands, sir? Bal. If, in five minutes, all things are prepared for my departure, you may yet survive. Host. It shall be done in less time. Bal. Away! Be speedy. (The HOSTESS goes out.) Lam. So now comes my turn. 'Tis all over with There's dagger, rope, and ratsbane, in his looks! Bal. And now, thou sketch and outline of a man! thou thing that hast no shadow in the sun!-thou me. Lam. I do confess my leanness. I am spare, and therefore spare me. Bal. Why wouldst thou have made me a thoroughfare for thy whole shop? Lam. Man, you know, must live. Bal. Yes: he must die, too. Lam. For the sake of my patients, good sir, Bal. I'll send you to the major part of them. The window, sir, is open. Come, prepare! Lam. Pray, consider; I may hurt some one in the street. Bal. Why, then, I'll rattle thee to pieces in a dicebox, or grind thee in a coffee-mill to powder; for thou must sup with Pluto! So, make ready; whilst I, with this good small-sword for a lancet, let thy starved spirit out (for blood thou hast none), and nail thee to the wall, where thou shalt look like a dried beetle, with a pin stuck through him. Lam. Consider my poor wife. Bal. Thy wife! Lam. My wife, sir. Bal. Hast thou dared think of matrimony, too? Lam. I have a wife, and three angelic babes, who, by those looks, are well-nigh fatherless. Bal. Well, well! your wife and children shall plead for you. Come, come; the pills! where are the pills? Produce them. Lam. Here is the box. Bal. Were it Pando'ra's, and each single pill had ten diseases in it, you should take them. Lam. What, all? |