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Hard by yon wood', now smiling', as in scorn',
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove':
Or crazed with care', or crossed in hopeless love'.
Along the heath', and near his fav'ritea tree';
Nor up the lawn', nor at the wood'.. was he'
Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne';
'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn""
A youth to fortune', and to fame unknown';
And melancholy marked him for her own'.
Heaven did a recompense as largely send'.
He gained from heaven' ('twas all he wished") a friend'.
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode';
The bosom of his Father and his God'.
·Få'vůr-lt. "För'tshủne—not, tshủn. eTrèzh’úre. (Plézh'ure-not, plézh'er.
One piece which the storm in its madness neglected,
OUR Eagle shall rise 'mid the whirlwinds of war,
Dedications.-LORD Bacon. THE dedication of books to patrons',, in this age', is not to be commended'; for such books as are worthy of the name', ought to have no patrons but truth and reason. The ancient custom was', to dedicate them only to private and equal friends', or to entitle them with a friend's name'; or', if dedi. cated to kings or great personages', it was to those only to whose talents and taste the argument of the work was pecu. liarly suited'.
I would not be understood', however', as condemning the applications of the learned to men of fortune', when the occa. sion renders it proper and expedient'. The answer of Diogenesd was just', who', when asked', tauntingly', “How it came to pass that philosopherse were the followers of rich men', and not rici men', of philosophers',”e replied', soberly', and yet', sharply', “Because philosopherse know what they need'; but rich men do not'.”
Equally pointed was the following reply of Aristippus'. On presenting a petition to Dionysius without being able to gain his attention', he fell down at his feet'; whereupon Dionysius was prevailed on to give him a hearing', and to grant his request'. But afterwards', some one over-sensitive for the reputation of philosophy', reproved Aristippus for having offered so great an indignity to his profession', as for a philosopher to fall at a tyrant's feet':-to whom Aristippus replied', “ It is not my fault', sir', but the fault of Dionysius', that he has his ears in his feet'." Nor was it accounted weakness', but discretion', in him who excused himself for not disputing a point with Adrianus Cesar', by saying', “It is the dictate of reason to yield the argument to one who commands thirty legions'."
Pá'trůnz. #ne'tshènt-not, ån’shunt. Lérn'éd. dDl-ðj'é-néze. e Fe-lôs'b'fůrz.
These and the like instances of yielding to the force of cir. cumstances', and of stooping to points of necessity and convenience', are to be accounted submissions', not to the person', but to the occasion'.
SECTION II. Reflections on Westminster Abbey.—ADDISON. WHEN I am in a serious humour', I very often walk by my. self in Westminster Abbey'; where the gloominess of the place', and the use to which it is applied', together with the solemnity of the building', and the condition of the people who lie in it', are apt to fill the mind with a kind of melancholy', or', rather', thoughtfulness', that is not disagreeable'. Yesterday I passed a whole afternoon in the church-yard', the cloisters', and the church', amusing myself with the tombstones and inscriptions which I met with in those several regions of the dead'. Most of them record nothing else of the buried person', but that he was born on one day', and died on another'; two circumstances that are common to all mankind'. I could not but look upon those registers of existence'," whether of brass or marble', as a kind of satire upon the departed persons', who had left no other memorial of themselves', than', that they were born', and that they died.
Upon my going into the church', I entertained myself with the digging of a grave', and saw', in every shovelful of it that was thrown up', the fragment of a bone or skull', intermixed with a kind of fresh', mouldering earth', which', some time or other', had held a place in the composition of a human body'. Upon this', I began to consider with myself', what innumerable multitudes of people lay confused together under the pavemento of that ancient cathedral'; how men and women', friends' and enemies', priests' and soldiers', monks' and prebendaries', were crumbled among one another', and blended together in the same common mass'; -how beauty', strength', and youth', with old age', weakness', and deformity', lay undistinguished in the same promiscuous heap of matter'! · After having thus surveyed this great magazine of mortality', as it were',in the lump', I examined it more particularly by the accounts which I found on several of the monuments'
Eg.zist'ense—not, unse. Påve'mènt. càne'tshồnt-not, ån'tshunt. dWér. MÔn'ů.ments-not, munts.
which are raised in every quarter of that ancienta fabrick'. Some of them are covered with such extravagant epitaphs', that', if it were possible for the dead person to be acquainted with them', he would blush at the praise which his friends have bestowed upon him'. There are others so excessively modest', that they deliver the character of the departed person in Greek or Hebrew', and', by that means', are not understood once in a twelvemonth'. In the poetical quarter', I found there wereb poets who had no monuments',' and monuments that had no poets'. I observed', indeed', that the present war had filled the church with many of those uninhabited monuments'," which had been erected to the memory of persons whose bodies were per. haps', buried in the plains of Blenheim', or in the bosom of the ocean'.
I could not but be very much delighted with several modern epitaphs', which are written with great elegance of expression and justness of thought', and which', therefore', do honour to the living as well as to the dead'. As a foreigner is very apt to conceive an idea of the ignorance or politeness of a nation', from the turn of its publick monuments and inscriptions', these should be submitted to the perusal of men of learning and genius', before they are put into execution'. Sir Cloudsly Shovel's monumento has very often given me great displeasure'. Instead of the brave', rough', English admiral', which was the distinguishing characteristick of that plain', gallant man', he is represented', on his tomb', by the figure of a beau', dressed in a long periwig', and reposing himself upon velvet cushions', under a canopy of state'. The inscription is answerable to the monu. ment';, for', instead of celebrating the many remarkable actions which he had performed in the service of his country', it acquaints us only with the manner of his death', in which it was impossible for him to reap any honour'. The Dutch', whom we are apt to despise for want of genius', show an infinitely better taste in their buildings and works of this nature', than we meet with in those of our own country'. The monuments of their admirals', which have been erected at the publick ex. pense', represent them like themselves', and are adorned with rostral crowns and naval ornaments',e with beautiful festoons of seaweed', shells', and coral'.
I know that entertainments of this natured are apt to raise dark and dismal thoughts in timorous minds and gloomy imagi. nations'; but', for my own part', though I am always serious',
dne'tshènt-not, ân'tshunt. Wér. Món'ů-mènts-not, munts, Na'. tshdre. Or'na'ments-not, munts. En-ter-táne'ments,