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And the widow responded aloud "Amen!"
But said no more of potatoes.

11. And would you, who hear this simple tale,
Pray for the poor, and praying, “prevail ?"
Then preface your prayers with alms and good deeds:
Search out the poor, their wants, and their needs:
Pray for peace, and grace, and spiritual food,
For wisdom, and guidance, for all these are good,—
But don't forget the potatoes.

LESSON LXXXV.

THE BASHFUL MAN.

HENRY MACKENZIE.

1. AMONG the various good and bad qualities incident to our nature, I am unfortunately overstocked with the one called bashfulness: for you must know, I inherit such an extreme susceptibility of shame, that on the smallest subject of confusion, my blood rushes into my cheeks, and I appear a perfect full-blown rose; in short, I am commonly known by the appellation of "The Bashful Man.”

2. The consciousness of this unhappy failing, made me formerly avoid that social company which I should otherwise have been ambitious to appear in; but at length becoming possessed of an ample fortune by the death of an old rich uncle, and vainly supposing "that money makes the man,' I now determined to shake off my natural timidity, and join the gay throng.

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3. With this view I accepted an invitation to dine with one whose open, easy manner left me no room to doubt of a cordial welcome, Sir Thomas Friendly, an intimate acquaintance of my late uncle, with two sons and five daughters, all grown up, and living with their mother and a maiden sister of Sir Thomas. Conscious of my unpolished gait, I for some time took private lessons of a professor, who taught "grown up gentlemen to dance."

4. Having, by his means, acquired the art of walking without tottering, and learned to make a bow, I boldly ventured to obey the baronet's invitation to a family dinner, not doubting that my new acquirements would enable me to see the ladies with tolerable intrepidity; but alas! how vain are all the hopes of theory, when unsupported by habitual practice. 5. As I approached the house a dinner-bell alarmed my fears, lest I had spoiled the dinner by want of punctuality; impressed with the idea I blushed the deepest crimson, as my name was repeatedly announced by the several livery servants who ushered me into the library, hardly knowing what or whom I saw. At my first entrance I summoned all my fortitude, and made my new-learned bow to Lady Friendly; but unfortunately in bringing my left foot to the third position, I trod upon the gouty toe of poor Sir Thomas, who had followed close to my heels, to be the nomenclator of the family.

6. The confusion this occasioned in me is hardly to be conceived, since none but bashful men can judge of my distress; and of that description, the number I believe is very small. The baronet's politeness by degrees dissipated my concern, and I was astonished to see how far good breeding could enable him to suppress his feelings, and to appear with perfect ease after so painful an accident.

7. The cheerfulness of her ladyship, and the familiar chat of the young ladies, insensibly led me to throw off my reserve and sheepishness, till at length I ventured to join in conversation, and even to start fresh subjects. The library being richly furnished with books in elegant bindings, and observing an edition of "Xenophon" in sixteen volumes, which greatly excited my curiosity, I rose up to examine it. Sir Thomas saw what I was about, and, as I supposed, willing to save me trouble, rose to take down the book, which made me more eager to prevent him; and hastily laying my hand on the first volume, I pulled it forcibly: but lo! instead of books, a board, which by leather and gilding had been made to look like sixteen volumes, came tumbling down, and unluckily pitched upon an ink-stand on the table under it.

8. In vain did Sir Thomas assure me there was no harm;

I saw the ink streaming from an inlaid table upon the Turkey carpet, and scarcely knowing what I did, attempted to stop its progress with my cambric handkerchief. In the

hight of this confusion we were informed that dinner was served up, and I with joy perceived that the bell which at first had so alarmed my fears, was only the half-hour dinnerbell.

9. In walking through the hall and suite of apartments to the dining-room, I had time to collect my scattered senses, and was desired to take my seat between Lady Friendly and her eldest daughter at the table. Since the fall of the wooden "Xenophon," my face had been continually burning like a firebrand; and I was just beginning to recover myself, and to feel comfortably cool, when an unlooked for accident rekindled all my heat and blushes.

10. Having set my plate of soup too near the edge of the table, in bowing to Miss Dinah, who politely complimented the pattern of my waistcoat, I tumbled the whole scalding contents into my lap. In spite of an immediate supply of napkins to wipe the surface of my clothes, my black silk breeches were not thick enough to save me from the painful effects of this sudden fomentation, and for some minutes I seemed to be stewing in a boiling caldron; but recollecting how Sir Thomas had disguised his torture when I trod upon his toe, I firmly bore my pain in silence, and sat with my lower extremities parboiled amidst the stifled giggling of the ladies and the servants.

11. I will not relate the several blunders which I made during the first course, or the distress occasioned by being desired to carve a fowl or help to various dishes that stood near me, by spilling a sauce-boat and knocking down a salt-cellar; rather let me hasten to the second course," where fresh disasters overwhelmed me quite."

12. I had a piece of rich sweet pudding on my fork, when Miss Louisa Friendly begged to trouble me for a pigeon that stood near me. In my haste, scarcely knowing what I did, I hurried the pudding into my mouth hot as a burning coal. It was impossible to conceal my agony,-my eyes were starting from their sockets.

13. At last, in spite of shame and resolution, I was obliged to drop the cause of torment on my plate. Sir Thomas and the ladies all compassionated my misfortune, and each advised a different application; one recommended oil, another water, but all agreed that wine was best for drawing out fire, and a glass of sherry was brought me from the sideboard, which I snatched up with eagerness: but oh! how shall I tell the sequel? whether the butler by accident mistook, or purposely designed to drive me mad, he gave me the strongest brandy, with which I filled my mouth, already flayed and blistered.

14. Totally unused to ardent spirits, with my tongue, throat, and palate as raw as beef, what could I do? I could not swallow; and, clapping my hands upon my mouth, the liquor streamed through my nose and fingers like a fountain over all the dishes; and I was completely crushed by bursts of laughter from all quarters. In vain did Sir Thomas reprimand the servants, and Lady Friendly chide her daughters for the measure of my shame; but their diversion was not yet complete.

15. To relieve myself from the intolerable state of perspiration which this accident had caused, without considering what I did, I wiped my face with that ill-fated handkerchief, which was still wet from the consequences of the fall of "Xenophon," and covered all my features with streaks of ink in every direction. The baronet himself could not support this shock, but joined his lady in the general laugh; while I sprung from the table in despair, rushed out of the house, and ran home in an agony of confusion and disgrace which the most poignant sense of guilt could have excited.

16. Thus, without having deviated from the path of moral rectitude, I am suffering torments like a "doomed spirit." The lower half of me has been almost boiled, my tongue and mouth grilled, and I bear the mark of Cain upon my forehead; yet these are but trifling considerations to the everlasting shame which I must feel whenever this adventure shall be mentioned. Perhaps by your assistance when my neighbors know how much I feel on the occasion, they will spare a bashful man, and (as I am just informed my poul

tice is ready) I trust you will excuse the haste in which I retire.

LESSON LXXXVI.

THANATOPSIS.

W. C. BRYANT.

1. To him' who, in the love of nature, holds
Communion with her visible forms', she speaks
A various language'; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy', that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware.

2.

3.

When thoughts

Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit', and sad images

Of the stern agony', and shroud', and pall',
And breathless darkness', and the narrow house',
Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart' ;—
Go forth, under the open sky, and list

To Nature's teaching, while from all around-
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,-
Comes a still voice-Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course'; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid with many tears',
Nor in the embrace of ocean', shall exist
Thy image'.

Earth', that nourish'd thee', shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again';
And, lost each human trace', surrendering up
Thine individual being', shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements',

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