himself by praise and veneration. I have long sought content, and have not found it: I will from this moment endeavor to be rich."

5. Full of this new resolution, he shut himself in his chamber for six months, to deliberate how he should grow rich: he sometimes proposed to offer himself as a counselor to one of the kings of India, and sometimes resolved to dig for diamonds in the mines of Golconda. One day, after some hours passed in violent fluctuation of opinion, sleep insensibly seized him in his chair. He dreamed that he was ranging a desert country in search of some one that might teach him to grow rich; and as he stood on the top of a hill shaded with cypress, in doubt whither to direct his steps, his father appeared on a sudden standing before him. "Ortugrul," said the old man, "I know thy perplexity: listen to thy father; turn thy eye on the opposite mountain."

6. Ortugrul looked, and saw a torrent tumbling down the rocks, roaring with the voice of thunder, and scattering its foam on the impending woods. "Now," said his father, “behold the valley that lies between the hills." Ortugrul looked, and espied a little well, out of which issued a small rivulet. "Tell me now," said his father, "dost thou wish for sudden affluence, that may pour upon thee like the mountain torrent, or for a slow and gradual increase, resembling the rill gliding from the well." "Let me be quickly rich," said Ortugrul; "let the golden stream be quick and violent.” "Look round thee," said his father, "once again." Ortugrul looked, and perceived the channel of the torrent dry and dusty; but, following the rivulet from the well, he traced it to a wide lake, which the supply, slow and constant, kept always full. He waked, and determined to grow rich by persevering industry.

7. Having sold his patrimony, he engaged in merchandise, and in twenty years purchased lands, on which he raised a house, equal in sumptuousness to that of the Vizier, to which he invited all the ministers of pleasure, expecting to enjoy all

the felicity which he had imagined riches able to afford. Leisure soon made him weary of himself, and he longed to be persuaded that he was great and happy. He was courteous and liberal; he gave all that approached him hopes of pleasing him, and all who should please him hopes of being rewarded.

8. Every art of praise was tried, and every source of adulatory fiction was exhausted. Ortugrul heard his flatterers without delight, because he found himself unable to believe them. His own heart told him his frailties; his own understanding reproached him with his faults. "How long," said he, with a deep sigh, "have I been laboring in vain to amass wealth which at last is useless! Let no man hereafter wish to be rich, who is already too wise to be flattered."

THE OLD FARM-GATE.-NEW YORK MIRROR.

1. Where, where is the gate that once served to divide
The elm-shaded lane from the dusty roadside?
I like not this barrier gaily bedight,

With its glittering latch and its trellis of white.
It is seemly, I own-yet, oh! dearer by far
Was the red-rusted hinge and the weather-warp'd bar.
Here are fashion and form of a modernized date,
But I'd rather have looked on the old farm-gate.

2. 'Twas here where the urchins would gather to play
In the shadows of twilight or sunny mid-day;
For the stream running nigh, and the hillocks of sand,
Were temptations no dirt-loving rogue could withstand.
But to swing on the gate-rails, to clamber and ride,
Was the utmost of pleasure, of glory, and pride;
And the car of the victor or carriage of state
Never carried such hearts as the old farm-gate.

3. 'Twas here where the gray-headed gossips would meet;
And the falling of markets, or goodness of wheat—
This field lying fallow-that heifer just bought—
Were favorite themes for discussion and thought.
The merits and faults of a neighbor just dead—
The hopes of a couple about to be wed-

The Parliament doings-the bill and debate-
Were all canvassed and weighed at the old farm-gate.

4. 'Twas over that gate I taught Pincher to bound,
With the strength of a steed and the grace of a hound.
The beagle might hunt, and the spaniel might swim,
But none could leap over that postern like him.
When Dobbin was saddled for mirth-making trip,
And the quickly-pull'd willow-branch served for a whip,
Spite of lugging and tugging he'd stand for his freight,
While I climbed on his back from the old farm-gate.

5. 'Tis well to pass portals where pleasure and fame
May come winging our moments and gilding our name;
But give me the joy and the freshness of mind,
When, away on some sport-the old gate slamm❜d behind-
I've listen'd to music, but none that could speak
In such tones to my heart as the teeth-setting creak,
That broke on my ear when the night had worn late,
And the dear ones came home through the old farm-gate.

6. Oh! fair is the barrier taking its place,

But it darkens a picture my soul longed to trace.

I sigh to behold the rough staple and hasp,

And the rails that my growing hand scarcely could clasp.
Oh! how strangely the warm spirit grudges to part
With the commonest relic once linked to the heart;
And the brightest of fortune-the kindliest fate-
Would not banish my love for the old farm-gate.

EASIER SAID THAN DONE.-BEN JONSON.

Enter MATTHEW, ED. KNO'WELL, BOBADIL, and STEPHEN.

Mat. Sir, did your eyes ever see the like of Mr. Wellbred's half-brother? I think the whole earth cannot show his parallel.

E. Kno. We are now speaking of him. Captain Bobadil tells me he has fallen foul o' you too.

Mat. O, ay, Sir! he threatened me with the bastinado. Bob. Ay, but I think I taught you prevention this morning for that--You shall kill him beyond question, if you be so generously minded.

Mat. Indeed, it is a most excellent trick!

Bob. O, you do not give spirit enough to your motion; you are too tardy, too heavy! O, it must be done like lightning; hey!

Mat. Rare, captain!

[He practices at a post.

Bob. Tut, 'tis nothing, if't be not done in a-punto! E. Kno. Captain, did you ever prove yourself upon any of our masters of defense here?

Mat. O, good Sir! yes, I hope he has.

Bob. I will tell you, Sir. They have assaulted me some three, four, five, six of them together, as I have walked alone in divers skirts of the town, where I have driven them before me the whole length of a street, in the open view of all our gallants, pitying to hurt them, believe me. Yet all this lenity will not overcome their spleen. By myself I could have slain them all, but I delight not in murder. I am loath to bear any other than this bastinado for 'em; yet, I hold it good policy not to go disarmed, for though I be skillful, I may be oppressed with multitudes.

E. Kno. Ay, believe me, may you, Sir; and, in my conceit, our whole nation should sustain the loss by it, if it were

So.

Bob. Alas, no! What's a peculiar man to a nation? Not

seen.

E. Kno. O, but your skill, Sir!

Bob. Indeed, that might be some loss; but who respects it? I will tell you, Sir, by the way of private, and under seal, I am a gentleman, and live here obscure, and to myself; but were I known to his majesty, and the Lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay, three parts of his yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy soever. And how would I do it, think you ?

E. Kro. Nay, I know not, nor can I conceive.

Bob. Why, thus, Sir. I would select nineteen more to myself, throughout the land; gentlemen they should be, of good spirit, strong and able constitution; I would choose them by an instinct, a character that I have; and I would teach these nineteen the special rules, as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccata, your Imbroccata, your Passada, your Montanto; till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us! Well, we would kill them; challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day, that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days, kill them all up by computation. And this I will venture my poor gentleman-like carcass to perform, provided there be no treason practiced upon us, by fair and discreet manhood, that is, civilly by the sword.

E. Kno. Why are you so sure of your hand, captain, at all times?

Bob. Tut, never miss thrust, upon my reputation!