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Ham. But where was this? 50 Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we watch’d.
Ham. Did you not speak to it ?
Hor. My lord, I did ;
It lifted up its head, and did address
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud ;
Ham. 'Tis very strange!
And we did think it writ down in our duty,
Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sir, but this troubles me.
the watch to night? 65
Hor. We do, my lord.
Hor. My lord, from head to foot. 70 Ham. Then saw you not his face ?
Hor. O yes, my lord : he wore his beaver up.
Ham. Pale, or red ? 75 Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham. And fixed his eyes upon you ?
you. 80 Ham. Very like, very like ; staid it long ? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hun
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, 85 A sable silvered.
Ham. I'll watch to night; perchance, 'twill walk again.
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, 90 And bid me hold my peace. I pray you, sir,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue ; 95 I will requite your love : so, fare you well. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
38. An idea of faith impressed on a child. Children are very early capable of impression. I imprinted on my daughter the idea of faith, at a very early age. She was playing one day with a few beads, which
seemed to delight her wonderfully. Her whole soul 5 was absorbed in her beads. I said—“My dear, you
have some pretty beads there."--"Yes, Papa !”. " And
tears started into her eyes. She looked earnestly at 10 me, as though she ought to have a reason for such a
cruel sacrifice. “Well, my dear, do as you please : but you know I nerer told you to do any thing, which I did not think would be good for you.” She look
ed at me a few moments longer, and then-summon15 ing up all her fortitude her breast heaving with the
effort—she dashed them into the fire." Well,” said I; "there let them lie, you shall hear more about them another time ; but say no more about them now.”
Some days after, I bought her a box full of larger beads, 20 and toys of the same kind. When I returned home, I
opened the treasure and set it before her ; she burst into tears with ecstacy. “Those, my child,” said I,
are yours : because you believed me, when I told you
it would be better for you to throw those two or three 25 paltry beads behind the fire. Now that has brought
you this treasure. But now, my dear, remember, as long as you live, what Faith is. I did all this to teach you the meaning of Faith. You threw your beads away when I bid you, because you had faith in me, that 30 I never advised you but for your good. Put the same
confidence in God. Believe every thing that he says in his word. Whether you understand it or not, have faith in him that he means your good.”.
Dubius is such a scrupulous good man-
Assert the nose upon his face his own; 5 With hesitation admirably slow,
He humbly hopes-presumes--it may be so.
For want of prominence and just relief,
Through constant dread of giving truth offence,
What he remembers, seems to have forgot ; 15 His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall,
Centering at last in having none at all.
Howe'er ingenious on his darling theme 20 A sceptic in philosophy may seem,
Reduced to practice, his beloved rule
Fate having placed all truth above his reach,
Some fretful tempers wince at every touch,
5 You fall at once into a lower key, That's worse
-the drone-pipe of an humblebee. The southern sash admits too strong a light, You rise and drop the curtain—now 'tis night.
He shakes with cold—you stir the fire and strive 10 To make a blaze--that's roasting him alive.
Serve him with venison, and he chooses fish ;
And in due time feeds heartily on both;
He does not swallow, but he gulps it down.
Alas! his efforts double his distress,
Thus always teasing others, always teased,
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, 25 And bear the marks upon a blushing face
Of needless shame, and self-imposed disgrace.
We sometimes think we could a speech produce 30 Much to the purpose, if our tongues were loose ;
But being tried, it dies upon the lip,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. 35 The circle formed, we sit in silent state,
Like figures drawn upon a dial plate;
Each individual, suffering a constraint 40 Poetry may, but colours cannot paint ;
As if in close committee on the sky,
Of wise reflection, an w!! !!! discourse, 45 We next inquire, but softly and by stealth,
Like conservators of the public health,
That theme exhausted, a wide chasm ensues, 50 Filled up at last with interesting news,
Who danced with whom, and who are like to wed,
As if 'twere treason against English laws. 55 The visit paid, with ecstasy we come,
As from a seven years' transportation, home,
Recovering what we lost we know not how, 60 The faculties, that seemed reduced to nought, Expression and the privilege of thought.
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks; 5 And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,
To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy?
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; 10 Cry, Courage !--to the field! And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies, and retires ; of trenches, tents,
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, 15 And all the 'currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream; 29 And in thy face strange motions have appear’d, Such as we see when men restrain their breath