and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.And likewise a Lèvite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side. 7 But a certain Samăritan, as he journied, came where he wás : and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,--and went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own béast, and brought him to an ínn, and took care of him. 8 And on the morrow, when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him: and what soever thou spendest móre, when I come again, I will repay

thee. 9 Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves ?--And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.

5. As to those public works, so much the object of your ridicule, they, undoubtedly, demand a due share of honour and applause ; but I rate them far beneath the great merit of my administration. It is not with stones nor bricks that 'I have fortified the cíty. It is not from works like these that 'I derive my reputation. Would you know my' methods of fortifying? Exàmine, and you will find them in the arms, the towns, the territories, the harbours I have secùred; the navies, the troops, the armies I have ràised.

6. For if you now pronounce, that, as my public conduct hath not been right, Ctesiphon must stand condemned, it must be thought that yourselves have acted

you owe your present state to the caprice of fortune. But it cannot bè. No, my countrymen! It cannot be you have acted wrong, in encountering danger

wrong, not that

bravely, for the liberty and safety of all Gréece. Nò! by those generous souls of ancient times, who were exposed at Màrathon! By those who stood arrayed at Platèa! By those who encountered the Persian fleet at Salamis ! who fought at Artemisium! By all those illustrious sons of Athens, whose remains lie deposited in the public monuments ! 'All of whom received the same honourable interment from their country: Not those only who preváiled, not those only who were victórious. And with reason. What was the part of gallant men they all performed; their success was such as the supreme director of the world dispensed to each.

7. Like other tyrants, death delights to smite, What, smitten, most proclaims the pride of pow'r, And arbitrary nod. His joy supreme,

To bid the wrétch survive the fortunate;
5 The féeble wrap the athlètic in his shroud ;

And weeping fáthers build their children's tomb :
Mé thine, NARCISSA!—What though short thy date?
Virtue, not rolling súns, the mind matures.

That life is long, which answers life's great ènd. 10 The tree that bears no fruit, deserves no name; The man of wisdom is the man of

years. NARCISSA's youth has lectur'd me thus far. And can her gáiety give counsel too?

That, like the Jews' fam'd oracle of gems,
15 Sparkles instruction; such as throws new light,

And opens more the character of death;
Ill known to thee, LORENZO! This thy vaunt :
“Give death his due, the wretched, and the old ;
66 Let him not violaté kind nature's laws,

“ But own man born to live as well as díe.”
Wretched and old thou giv'st him ; young and

gay He takes; and plunder is a tyrant's joy.

* Fortune, with youth and gaiety, conspir’d 5 To weave a tripple wreath of happiness,

(If happiness on earth,) to crown her brow,
And could death charge through such a shíning shield?

That shining shield invites the tyrant's spear,
As if to damp our elevated aims,
10 And strongly preach humility to man.

O how portentous is prosperity !
How, comet-like, it threatens, while it shines !
Few years but yield us proof of death's ambition,

To cull his victims from the fairest fold,
15 And sheath his shafts in all the pride of life.

When flooded with abundance, purpled o’er
With recent honours, bloom'd with ev'ry bliss,
Set up in ostentation, made the gaze,

The gaudy centre, of the public eye,
20 When fortune thus has toss'd her child in air,

Snatch'd from the covert of an humble state,
How often have I seen him dròpp'd at once,
Our morning's envy! and our ev’ning's sigh!

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow; 25 A blow, which, while it éxecutes, alarms;

And startles thousands with a single fall.
(.) As when some stātely growth of õak, or pine,
Which nods aloft, and proudly spreads her shade,
The sun's defiance, and the flock's defence;

By the strong strokes of lāb'ring hinds subdu'd,
Loud groans her last, and, rushing from her height,
In cumbrous ruin, thunders to the ground:

The conscious forest trembles at the shock,
5 And hill, and stream, and distant dale resound.*

Young 8. Genius and art, ambition's boasted wings, Our boast but ill deserve.

-If these alone
Assist our flight, fame's flight is glory's fàll.
10 Heart-merit wanting, mount we ne'er so high,

Our height is but the gibbet of our name.
A celebrated wretch when I behold,
When I behold a genius bright, and base,

Of tow'ring talents, and terrestrial aíms;
15 Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere,

The glorious fragments of a soul immortal,
With rùbbish mixt, and glittering in the dust.
Struck at the splendid, melancholy sight,

At once compassion soft, and envy, rise
20 But wherefore ènvy ? Talents angel-bright,

If wanting worth, are shining instruments
In false ambition's band, to finish faults
Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

Great ill is an achievement of great pòu'rs. 25 Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray.

Means have no merit, if our ènd amiss.
Hedrts are proprietors of all applause.
Right ends, and means, make wisdom : Worldly-wise
Is but half-witted, at its highest praise.

* In all the following Exercises, the sign of transition and other marks of modulation are occasionally used.

Let genius then despair to make thee great; Nor flatter station : What is station high? 'Tis a proud mèndicant ; it boasts and begs;

It begs an alms of homage from the throng, 5 And oft the throng denies its charity.

Monarchs and ministers, are awful names ;
Whoever wear them, challenge our devoir.
Religion, public order, both exact

External homage, and a supple knee, 10 To beings pompously set up, to serve

The meanest slave; all more is merit's due,
Her sacred and inviolable right,
Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man.

Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior wörth; 15 Nor ever fail of their allegiance there.

Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account,
And vote the màntle into majesty.
Let the small savage boast his silver fur;

His royal robe unborrow'd and unbought, 20 His own, descending fairly from his sires.

Shall man be proud to wear his livery,
And souls in ermine scorn a soul without ?
Can pláce or lessen us, or aggrandize?

Pygmies are pygmies stíll, though perch'd on 'Alps ; 25 And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Each man makes his own stature, builds himself;
Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids :
Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

-Thy bosom burns for pow'r ; 30 Whàt station charms thee? I'll install thee there;

'Tis thine. And art thou greater than before ?
Then thou before wast something less than man.