With Chremes' family ?-so oft contem'd My father! what to say of him?-Oh shame! Passing me in the Forum, Pamphilus ! To-day's your wedding-day, said he: Prepare ; Confounded. Think you I could speak one word? No, I was dumb:-and had I been aware, Should any ask what I'd have done, I would, Mys. Alas, I fear Where this uncertainty will end. "Twere best He should confer with her; or I at least Speak touching her to him. For while the mind Pam. Who's there? what, Mysis! save you! Save you! sir. How! oppress'd with wretchedness; Pam. How does she? Desert her? Can I think on't? or deceive But if constrain'd Pam. That nor long intercourse, nor love, nor shame, Mys. Pam. I should remember her? Oh, Mysis, Mysis! She join'd our hands, and died.—I did receive her, HUMANITY. Menedemus. Have you such leisure from your own affairs From the Self-Tormentor. THE MIND IS ITS OWN PLACE. Clitipho. They say that he is miserable. Chremes. Miserable! Who needs be less so? For what earthly good Can man possess which he may not enjoy? Parents, a prosperous country, friends, birth, riches Cicero has bestowed great praise on this act. "The picture," he observes, "of the manners of Pamphilus-the death and funeral of Chrysis -and the grief of her supposed sister-are all represented in the most delightful colors." The Latin of this noble sentiment, so well known, is Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto, "I am a man, and whatever interests humanity I consider as interesting myself," and the thousands upon thousands in the vast amphitheatre shouted applause. And shall not we who live under a brighter dispensation cherish and act out this truly Christian sentiment? B. C. 95-52.] LUCRETIUS. Yet these all take their value from the mind From the Self-Tormentor. WOMEN. Oh heaven and earth, what animals are women! To do or not, to hate or love alike! Not one but has the sex so strong within her, The same perverseness running through them all. My wife, I think, is schoolmistress. From the Step-Mother. THE UNFORTUNATE NEGLECTED. For they, whose fortunes are less prosperous, LUCRETIUS. Or the great didactic poet of Rome, Titus Lucretius Carus, we know but little more than that he was born at Rome, educated at Athens, lived a retired life, and died in his forty-fourth year, by his own hand, in a paroxysm of insanity, occasioned, as was supposed, by grief for the banishment of his friend Memmius. The work which has immortalized the name of Lucretius is a philosophical didactic poem, in hexameter verse, of seven thousand four hundred lines, divided into six books, entitled De Rerum Natura, "On the Nature of Things." It was introduced into the world under the auspices and revision of Cicero, whose admiration of the genius of the poet was equalled only by his contempt for his Epicurean principles of 31* philosophy. Indeed, in his atheistical views he seems to have gone further than Epicurus, maintaining that certain particles of matter, which are the seeds or elemental principles of all things, animate and inanimate, after having been agitated to and fro in the vacuum of space from all eternity, and after having undergone every possible configuration and change of position, settled themselves, by this continued fluctuation and collision, into the organic structure of the universe. To this view of things Cicero opposes this indignant interrogatory: "What can be more foolishly arrogant, than for a man to think that he has an understanding in himself, but that yet in all the universe there is no such thing; or to suppose that those things which by the utmost stretch of his reason he can scarcely comprehend, should be moved and managed without any reason at all." But to do justice to Lucretius we must bear in mind the age in which he lived. In all times men are more or less affected by the opinions around them; and the absurdities of Pagan polytheism, the natural revulsion of the human mind from Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust, had, doubtless, as strong an influence in driving Lucretius to atheism, as the palpable nonsense and monstrous absurdities of popery, which claimed to be Christianity, had in leading Voltaire and the other infidels of the French Revolution to renounce Christianity itself.2 The first two books of the work of Lucretius are taken up with an explication of his speculative theories on the origin of things. In the third he endeavors to apply his principles, and to show that the soul is material and perishes with the body. The fourth is devoted to the theory of the five senses. The fifth book, generally regarded as the most finished, treats of the origin of the world and of all things therein, of the movements of the heavenly bodies, of the vicissitudes of the seasons, of day and night, of the rise and progress of society, and of the various arts and sciences which embellish and ennoble life. The sixth book explains some of the most striking natural phenomena, especially thunder, lightning, hail, rain, snow, earthquakes, volcanoes, &c., also the nature of diseases, closing with an appalling description of the great plague at Athens. "As a didactic poet and reasoner in verse, there is no writer, with Cicero, De Legibus, 1, 2. And what, in our day, could more tend to promote infidelity than for those who assume to be teachers of religion, to maintain that the Scriptures, claiming to be the revealed will of God, sanction the monstrous barbarism and sin of slavery?" His the exception of Pope, who can be compared with Lucretius. skill and perspicuity in pressing his inferences and pursuing his strains of argument are assisted by the lucid elegance of his language, and a style emphatical and clear. His luminous and nervous diction, and the grandeur of his versification, throw over the abstruseness of metaphysics a splendid and agreeable coloring; and the unremitted ardor of his manner, no less than the fertility of his matter, enables him to take full and despotic possession of the faculties of the reader. With his fondness for scientific demonstrations drawn from subjects of natural philosophy, and his expertness in logical processes of reasoning, he combines the seldom associated qualities of a rich and excursive imagination, and a genius which delights in glowing creations of imagery, and in bold and magnificent conceptions. His poetry is marked by a peculiar romantic wildness, and a kind of gloomy and melancholy sublimity: yet his fancy is equally conversant with soft and smiling images; and the delicate grouping of some of his figures would furnish subjects for the pencil and the chisel." IN PRAISE OF PHILOSOPHY. 'Tis pleasant, safely to behold from shore The moving legions mingled in the war: But much more sweet thy laboring steps to guide For wit and power; their last endeavors lend To outshine each other, waste their time and health O wretched man! in what a mist of life, Enclos'd with dangers and with noisy strife, He spends his little span; and overfeeds His cramm'd desires with more than nature needs! For nature wisely stints our appetite, And craves no more than undisturb'd delight, Which minds unmix'd with cares and fears obtain; A soul serene, a body void of pain. So little this corporeal frame requires, |