Wol.-So I have.-Farewell

The hopes of Court! My hopes in heaven do dwell!

[They go out together.]

CATO'S SPEECH OVER HIS DEAD SON.-ADDISON. [With a heroic, but dignified expression.]

THANKS to the Gods! my boy has done his duty.—
Welcome, my son! Here set him down, my friends,
Full in my sight; that I may view at leisure
The bloody corse, and count those glorious wounds.
How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue!
Who would not be that youth ?-what pity is it
That we can die but once to serve our country!
Why sits this sadness on your brow, my friends?
I should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood
Secure, and flourish'd in a civil war.-

Porcius, behold thy brother! and remember,

Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands it!
When Rome demands !-but Rome is now no more!

The Roman Empire's fall'n !—(Oh! curs'd ambition!)—
Fall'n into Cæsar's hands! Our great forefathers
Had left him nought to conquer but his country.—

* Porcius, come hither to me!—Ah! my son,

Despairing of success,

Let me advise thee to withdraw, betimes,

To our paternal seat, the Sabine field,

Where the great Censor toil'd with his own hands,

And all our frugal ancestors were bless'd

In humble virtues and a rural life.

There live retired: content thyself to be
Obscurely good.

* In recitation, the pupil may omit the lines between the asterisks.

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honor is a private station!*
Farewell, my friends! If there be any of you
Who dare not trust the victor's clemency,
Know, there are ships prepar'd by my command-
Their sails already op'ning to the winds,—
That shall convey you to the wish'd for port.
The conqueror draws near-once more, farewell!
If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet

In happier climes, and on a safer shore,
Where Cæsar never shall approach us more!
There, the brave youth with love of virtue fired,
Who greatly in his country's cause expired,
Shall know he conquer'd! The firm patriot there,
Who made the welfare of mankind his care,
Tho' still by faction, vice and fortune, cross'd,
Shall find the generous labor was not lost.

Q*

THE END.

Correct application of the word and its popular

acceptation, (see Note)....

Its connection with Pronunciation.

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