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Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
O righteous Heaven! ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance! where thy rod, That smote the foes of Zion and of God?
That crushed proud Ammon, when his iron car
Departed spirits of the mighty dead!
Ye that at Mărathon and Leuctra bled!
CVIII. — THE INQUISITIVE MAN.
DICK'Y, n., a seat behind a carriage | AT-TOR'NEY (-tur-), n., one who acts for servants. for another, especially in law. TRAVEL-ING or TRAVEL-LING, ppr., journeying.
NA'BOB, n., a man of wealth.
PER-PET'U-AL-LY, ad., constantly.
Avoid the habit of saying aint you for aren't (arnt) you; skersly for scarcely; ast for asked; stoopid for stupid.
Doubledot. Here comes Mr. Paul Pry! I wish he was further. He is one of those idle, meddling fellows, who, having no employment, are perpetually interfer
ing in other people's affairs. He does n't scruple to question you about your most private concerns. Then he will weary you to death with a long story about the loss of a sleeve-button, or some such idle matter. But I'll soon get rid of him. (Enter PRY.)
Pry. Ha! how d'ye do, Mr. Doubledot?
Doub. Very busy, Mr. Pry, and have scarcely time to say "Pretty well, thank you."
Pry. Well, since you're busy, I won't interrupt you; only, as I was passing, I thought I might as well drop in.
Doub. Then you may now drop out again. The London coach will be in, presently, and
Pry. No passengers by it to-day; for I have been to the hill to look for it.
Doub. Did you expect any one by it, that you were
Pry. No; but I make it my business to see the coach come in every day. I can't bear to be idle.
Doub. Useful occupation, truly!
Pry. I always see it go out. Have done so these ten years.
Doub. (Aside.) Tiresome blockhead! (Aloud.) Well, good-morning to you.
Pry. Good-morning, Mr. Doubledot. does n't appear to be very full just now.
Doub. No, no; and I wish it was n't as full as it is. Pry. Ha! you are at a heavy rent-eh? I've often thought of that. No supporting such an establishment without a deal of custom. If it is n't asking an impertinent question, don't you find it rather a hard matter to make both ends meet, when Christmas comes round?
Doub. If it is n't asking an impertinent question, what's that to you?
Pry. O, nothing; only some folks have the luck of
it. They have just taken in a nobleman's family at the Green Dragon.
Doub. What! What's that? A nobleman at the Green Dragon?
Pry. Traveling carriage and four. Three servants on the dicky and an outrider, all in blue liveries. They dine and stop all night. A pretty bill there will be to-morrow; for the servants are not on board wages.
Doub. Plague take the Green Dragon! How did you discover that the servants are not on board wages?
Pry. I was curious to know, and asked one of them. You know I never miss any thing for want of asking. "Tis no fault of mine the nabob is not here.
Doub. Why, what had you to do with it?
Pry. You know I never forget my friends. I stopped the carriage, as it was coming down hill, brought it to a dead stop, and said that if his lordship-I took him for a lord, at first-that if his lordship intended to make any stay, he could n't do better than go to Doubledot's.
Pry. Well, would you believe it?-out pops a saffron-colored face from the carriage window, and says, "You're an impudent rascal, for stopping my carriage! and I'll not go to Doubledot's if there's another inn to be found within ten miles of it!”
Doub. There! that comes of your stupid meddling! If you had n't interfered, I should have stood an equal chance with the Green Dragon.
Pry. I'm very sorry; but I did it for the best.
Doub. Did it for the best, indeed! You meddling booby! By your officious attempts to serve, you do more mischief in the neighborhood than the exciseman, the apothecary, and the attorney, all together.
Pry. Well, there's gratitude! Now, really, I must go. Good-morning. (Goes.)
Doub. I'm rid of him, at last, thank fortune! (PRY reënters.) Well, are n't you gone? What now?
Pry. I've dropped one of my gloves. No! Now, that's very odd — here it is in my hand, all the time. Doub. O get out of my way. (Goes out.) Pry. Come, that's civil. If I were the least of a bore, now, it would be pardonable; but Hullo! there's the postman! I wonder whether the Parkins's have got letters again to day? They have had letters every day this week, and I can't, for the life of me, think what they can be about. (Runs off, and returns.) ; Dear me! I was going off without my umbrella. Altered from JOHN POOLE.
CIX.-NIGHT REVEALS WHAT DAY CONCEALS.
HES'PE-RUS, n., a Greek name given to | CAN'O-PY, n., a covering of state over the planet Venus when she appears head. in the evening.
TRANS-LU'CENT, a., clear; lucid.
A sonnet is properly a poem of fourteen lines, with rhymes occurring like those in the following, pronounced by Coleridge one of the finest in the English language.
MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew
Thee, from report divine, and heard thy name,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun! Or who could find,
While fly, and leaf, and insect, stood revealed
CX.-DEATH THE GATE OF LIFE.
COMPASS (kum-), v. t., to pass round; | FA-CIL'I-TY, n., easiness. hence, to secure; to obtain. UN-TO'WARD, a., perverse. AP-PA-RA'TUS, n., the furniture or means for some art or purpose.
HA'LO, n., pl. HA'LOS, a bright circle
round the sun or moon. FUL-FILL' OF FUL-FIL', v. t., to perform. RET-RI-BUʼTION, n., repayment.
The o in shone is short, according to Worcester; long, according to Webster. Pronounce open, o'pn; hasten, hā'sn.
1. I HAVE seen one die: she was beautiful; and beautiful were the ministries of life that were given her to fulfill. Angelic loveliness enrobed her; and a grace, as if it were caught from heaven, breathed in every tone, hallowed every affection, shone in every action-invested as a halo her whole existence, and made it a light and a blessing, a charm and a vision of gladness, to all around her; but she died! Friendship, and love, and parental fondness, and infant weakness, stretched out their hand to save her; but they could not save her; and she died! What! did all that loveliness die? Is there no land of the blessed and the lovely ones, for such to live in? Forbid it reason, religion, bereaved affection, and undying love! forbid the thought!
2. I have seen one die-in the maturity of every power, in the earthly perfection of every faculty; when many temptations had been overcome, and many hard lessons had been learnt; when many experimentshad made virtue easy, and had given a facility to action, and a success to endeavor; when wisdom had been wrung from many mistakes, and a skill had been laboriously acquired in the use of many powers; and the being I looked upon had just compassed that most useful, most practical of all knowledge, how to live and to act well and wisely; yet I have seen such a one die !