For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn', Or climb his knees', the envied kiss to share'. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield'; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke'; Let not ambition mock their useful toil', Their homely joys and destiny obscure'; The boast of heraldry', the pomp of power', The paths of glory lead'... but to the grave'. Nor you', ye proud', impute to these the fault', If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophiese raise', Can storied urn', or animated bust', Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath'? Perhaps'.. in this neglected spot'.. is laid' Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire'; But knowledge to their eyes her ample page', Chill penury repressed their noble rage', And froze the genial current of the soul'. Full many a gem'.. of purest ray serene', The dark', unfathomed caves of ocean bear'; Some village Hampden', that', with dauntless breast', Th' applause of list'ning senates to command', Huz'wif. ile. Nåre Tshil'dren-not, tshil'drun. Jôk'ånd. dåre. eTro'flz Their lot forbade'; nor circumscribed alone' Their growing virtues', but their crimes confined'; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide', With incense kindled at the muse's flame'. Far from the madd'ning crowd's ignoble strife', They kept the noiseless tenour of their way'. Yet even these boncs', from insult to protect', With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked', Their name', their years', spelled by th' unlettered muse, For who', to dumb forgetfulness a prey', This pleasing', anxious being e'erd resigned'; For thee', who', mindful of the unhonoured dead', Haply some hoary-headed swain may say', To meet the sun upon the upland lawn'. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech', For-bad'. tshåre. Důst. Skůlp'tshåre-not, skålp'tshår. Stroze. dåre. Nå *Teaches, grammatically. Hard by yon wood', now smiling', as in scorn', Or crazed with care', or crossed in hopeless love'. Nor up the lawn', nor at the wood'.. was he'. The next', with dirges due', in sad array', Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne'; THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth', Large was his bounty', and his soul', sincere': He gave to misery all he had'—a tear', He gained from heaven' ('twas all he wished') a friend' No farther seek his merits to disclose', Or draw his frailties from their dread abode'; (There they', alike', in trembling hope repose';) The bosom of his Father and his God'. SECTION XXV. Stanzas.-DR. PERCIVAL. My heart was a mirror, that showed every treasures It reflected each beautiful blossom of pleasure,f But the winds and the storms broke the mirror, and severed And the tempest raged on till the fragments were shivered, Få'vår-it. •Trêzh'ůre. For'tshåne-not, tshůn. Plêzh'àre-not, plêzh'er. Si'ênse-not, sl'unse. Um'bl One piece which the storm in its madness neglected, OUR Eagle shall rise 'mid the whirlwinds of war, And ne'era shall the rage of the conflict be o'er, Nåre. 23 CHAPTER IV. PROMISCUOUS PIECES. SECTION I. 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 Diogenes was just', who', when asked', tauntingly', How it came to pass that philosophers were the followers of rich men', and not rich men', of philosophers'," replied', soberly', and yet', sharply', "Because philosophers 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 afterward', 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." Lêrn'êd. dDl-Oj'è-néze På'trůnz. Fê-lôs'ò'fürz. båne'tshent-not, ân'shunt. |