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LXXXIII. – CATO'S SOLILOQUY.
BANE, n., poison ; ruin.
AN’TI-DOTE, n., a medicine to prevent
the effects of poison. IN’TI-MĀTE, v. t., to hint.
It must be so. - Plato, thou reasonest well.
Eternity!- thou pleasing, dreadful thoughts
Thus A.ID ly armed. My death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This * in a moment brings me to my end ; But this i informs me I shall never die. The soul, secure in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhürt amid the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. ADDISON
* A dagger.
+ Plato's treatise on the immortality of the soul.
MARULLUS TO THE ROMAN POPULACE.
SYREW (stro), v. t., to scatter. REP-LI-CA'TION, n., return or repurTi'ber, n., a river in Italy.
cussion of sound. Con'cave, a., hollow ; arched. IN-TER-MIT', v. t., to cause to cease TRIB'U-TA-RY, n., one paying tribute. for a time.
Avoid saying win'der for window ; foller for follow ; wus for worse ; weels for wheels ; wen for when ; neow for now. The th in underneath is vocal as in breathe, not aspirate as in breath. The first e in where'fore should have the sound it has in where. Do not give the a in many (pronounced men'ny) a long sound. Give the u in ingratitude its y
WHEREFORE rejoice that Cæsar comes in triumph? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! 0 you hard hearts !
cruel men of Rome!
to walls and battlements,
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
And do you now put on your best attire ?
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. (1564 — 1616.)
LXXXV. - BARBARITY OF WAR.
EN'GINE (ěn'jin), n., a machine. A-trūcious, a., very wicked,
Be careful in the pronunciation of the following words : em-bel'lish-ments (not -munts), ten'der-ness, figures, draw'ing-room (not droring-), en-ter-tain'ments, chid'al-ry (shiv-), wound (woond).
1. On every side of me I see causes at work which go to spread a most delusive coloring over war, and to remove its shocking barbarities to the background of our contemplations altogether. I see it in the history which tells me of the superb appearance of the troops, and the brilliancy of their successive charges. I see it in the poetry which lends the magic of its numbers to the narrative of blood, and transports its many admirers, as, by its images, and its figures, and its nodding plumes of chivalry, it throws its treacherous embellishments over a scene of legalized slaughter.
2. I see it in the music which represents the prog. ress of the battle ; and where, after being inspired by the trumpet-notes of preparation, the whole beauty and tenderness of a drawing-room are seen to bend over the sentimental entertainment; nor do I hear the atterance of a single sigh to interrupt the death-tones of the thickening contest, and the moans of the wounded men, as they fade away upon the ear, and sink into lifeless silence.
3. All, all, goes to prove what strange and halfsighted creatures we are. Were it not so, war could never have been seen in any other aspect than that of unmingled hatefulness; and I can look to nothing but to the progress of Christian sentiment upon earth to arrest the strong current of the popular and prevailing partiality for war. Then only will an imperious sense of dūty lay the check of severe principle on all the subordinate tastes and faculties of our nature.
4. Then will glory be reduced to its right estimate, and the wakeful benevolence of the gospel, chasing away every spell, will be turned by the treachery of no delusion whatever from its simple but sublime enterprises for the good of the species. Then the reign of truth and quietness will be ushered into the world, and war - cruel, atrocious, unrelenting warwill be stripped of its many and its bewildering fascinations.
Rev. Thomas CHALMERS.
5. Nobody sees a battle. The common soldier fires away amid a smoke-mist, or hurries on to the charge in a crowd which hides every thing from him. The officer is too anxious about the performance of what he is spěcially charged with to mind what others are doing. The commander can not be present every where; he learns from his reports how the work goes
It is well; for a battle is one of those jobs which men do without daring to look upon.
6. Over miles of country, at every field-fence, in every gorge of a valley or entry into a wood, there is murder committing - wholesale, continuous, recip'rocal murder. The human form — God's image is mutilated, deformed, lăcerated, in every possible way, and with every variety of torture. The wounded are jolted off in carts to the rear, their bared nerves crushed into maddening pain at every stone or rut; or the flight and pursuit trample over them, leaving them to writhe and roar without assistance—and fever and thirst, the most enduring of painful sensations, possess them entirely.
7. The ripening grain is trampled down; the garden is trodden into a black mud; the fruit-trees, bending beneath their luscious load, are shattered by the can non-shot. Churches and private dwellings are used as förtresses, and ruined in the conflict. Barns and stack-yards catch fire, and the conflagration spreads on all sides. And yet the desolation which a battle spreads over the battle-field is as nothing when compared with the moral blight which war diffuses through all ranks of society in the country where it rages.
8. Such is war, with its sufferings and sorrows. Such is war in Christian and civilized Europe - war in an age when most has been done to alleviate its horrors. Whitewash' it as we will, it still remains full of dead men's bones and rottenness within. Those who trust most to it will be sure to feel most severely that it is an engine the direction and efficacy of which defy calculation - which is as apt to recoil upon those who explode it as to carry destruction into the ranks of their adversaries.
THE PRUSSIAN GENERAL ON THE RHINE.
Pronounce Blucher, Blook'er; yea, yā or yē. The former is most in use.
'Twas on the Rhine the armies lay:
“Bring here the map to me!
From the German of KOPISCH.