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A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD AT NIGHT.

The wind is up,-hark how it howls!

Methinks 'till now I never heard a sound so dreary;
Doors creak, and windows clap, and night's foul bird,
Rook'd in the spire, screams loud!

The gloomy aisles black plaster'd, and hung round
With shreds of 'scutcheons, and tattered coats of arms,
Send back the sounds laden with heavier accents,
From the low vaults, the mansions of the dead:

Rous'd from their slumbers,

In grim array the grisly spectres rise,

Grin horribly and obstinately sullen,

Pass and repass, hush'd as the foot of night.

-Again the screech-owl shrieks! ungracious sound,

I'll hear no more,—it makes one's blood run chill!

HARK fellows! Instruments of my guilt, listen to my punishment! Methought I wandered through the low-browed caverns, where repose the reliques of my ancestors; my eye dwelt with awe on their tombs, with disgust on mortality's surrounding emblems! Suddenly a female form glided along the vault; it was Angela! She smiled upon me, and beckoned me to advance ; I flew towards her; my arms were already unclosed to clasp her, when suddenly her figure changed, her face grew pale, a stream of blood gushed from her bosom! Hassan, 'twas Evelina! such as when she sunk at my feet expiring, while my hand grasped the dagger, still crimson'd with her blood! "We meet again this night," murmured her hollow voice! "Now rush to my arms, but first see what you have made me! Embrace, embrace me, my bridegroom! We must never part again."-While speaking, her form withered away; the flesh fell from her bones ; her eyes burst from their sockets; a skeleton, loathsome and meagre, clasped me in her mouldering arms! Her infected breath was mingled with mine; her rotten fingers pressed my hand, and my face was covered with her kisses! Oh, then, then how I trembled with disgust! And then, now blue blue flames gleamed along the walls; the tombs were rent asunder; bands of fierce spectres rushed round me in frantic dance! Furiously they gnashed their teeth, while they gazed upon me, and shrieked in loud yell "Welcome, thou fratricide! Welcome, thou lost for ever!" Horror burst the bands of sleep; distracted I flew hither, but my feelings-words are too weak, too powerless to express them, -I'll to my couch again. Follow me, Saib, and watch me while I sleep. Then, if you see my limbs convuls'd, my teeth clenched, my hair bristling, and cold dews trembling on my brow, seize me, rouse me! snatch me from my bed!-I must not dream again.

MACBETH AND LADY, AFTER DUNCAN'S MURDER.

La. Mac. ALACK! I am afraid they have awak'd, and 'tis not done; the attempt, and not the deed, confounds us,-Hark!—I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss them. Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done it.

Mac.

Enter MACBETH.

I've done the deed!-did'st thou not hear a noise?

Lady. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did you not speak? Mac.

When?

Lady. Now,

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Lady. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight.

Mac.

There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried murder, that they did wake each other; I stood and heard them; but they did say their pray'rs, and address'd them again to sleep.

Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

Mac. One cried, God bless us! and amen! the other; as they had seen me with these hangman's hands list'ning their fear; I could not say amen, when they did say, God bless us.

Lady. Consider it not so deeply.

Mac.

But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen stuck in my throat.

LUDICROUS FEAR.

AH! mercy on my soul! what is that? My old friend's ghost? They say none but wicked folks walk. I wish I were at the bottom of a coal piť. La! how pale and long his face has grown since his death; he never was handsome, and death has improv'd him very much the wrong way. Pray do not come near me; I wished very well when you were alive: but I could never abide a dead man cheek by jowl with me. Ah! ah, mercy on us! no nearer pray! If it be only to take leave of me that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all my heart, or if you,-mercy on me, no nearer, pray, or if you have wronged any body, as you always loved money a little, I give you the word of a frighted Christian; I will pray as long as you please, for the deliverance or repose of your departed soul. My good, worthy, noble friend, do, pray disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend to come to his senses again.-Moliere.

COURAGE.

COURAGE, steady, and cool, opens the countenance, gives the whole form an erect and graceful air. The accents are strong, full-mouthed, and articulate; the voice firm and clear.

RICHMOND ENCORUAGING HIS SOLDIERS.

Thus far into the bowels of the land,

Have we march'd on without impediment;

And here receive we from our father Stanley
Lines of fair comfort and encouragement,

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

That spoil'd your summer fields, and fruitful vines,

Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine

Lies now even in the centre of this isle,

Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:

From Tamworth thither, is but one day's march.

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,

To reap the harvest of perpetual peace,
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

LORD RANDOLPH'S DEFIANCE OF INVASION.

Thou speak'st a woman's,-hear a warrior's wish,
Right from their native land, the stormy north,
May the wind blow 'till ev'ry keel be fix'd
Immoveable in Caledonia's strand!

Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion,

And roving armies shun the fatal shore.

HENRY V. TO HIS TROOPS AT THE SIEGE OF HARFLEUR.

Once more unto the breach', dear friends, once morè;

Or close the wall' up with our English dead'!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man,

As modest stillness and humility':

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the Tiger';
Stiffen the sinews', summon up the blood',
Disguise fair naturé with hard favor'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let it pry through the portage of the head',
Like the brass cannon';-

Now set the teeth', and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath', and bend up every' spirit
To his full height'! On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fetch'd from fathers of war' proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders',

Have in these parts, from morn 'till evén fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument';—
I see you stand like greyhounds' in the slips,
Straining upon the start,-the game's a foot';
Follow your spirit': and, upon this charge,
Cry,-God for Harry'! England', and St. George!

ROLLA'S SPEECH TO THE PERUVIANS.

My brave associates-partners of my toil, my feelings and my fame! Can Rolla's words add vigour to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts ?-No;-you have judged as I have, the foulness of the crafty plea by which these bold invaders would delude you,-Your generous spirit has compared, as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, can`animate their minds and ours. They, by a strange phrensy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule :-we for our country, our altars, and our homes. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate; we, serve a monarch whom we love, a God whom we adorewhene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progress!—when'er they pause in amity, affliction mourns their friendship. They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error!-Yes-they will give enlighten'd freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride. They offer us their protection,-Yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs, covering and devouring them. They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise. Be our plain answer this: The throne we honour is the people's choice!—the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacy;-the faith we follow teaches us to

live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hopes of bliss beyond Tell your 'invaders this, and tell them too, we seek no change!

the grave.

and least of all, such change as they would bring us.

FALCONBRIDGE ENCOURAGING KING JOHN.

-Wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust,
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire:
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror; so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
Grow great by your example, and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away; and glister like the god of war,
When he intendeth to become the field;
Shew boldness, and aspiring confidence,
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,

And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be said!-Shall a beardless boy,

A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields,

And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,

Mocking the air with colours idly spread,

And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms :

Away then, with good courage; yet I know,
Our party may well meet a prouder foe.

BOASTING, OR AFFECTED COURAGE.

Is loud, blustering, threatening; the eyes stare; the eyebrows drawn; the face red and bloated; the mouth pouts out; the voice hollow and thundering: the arms are set at kimbo; the head often nodding in a menacing manner; and the right fist clenched, is brandished from time to time at the object threatened. The right foot is often stamped on the ground, and the legs take such large strides, and the steps are so heavy, that the earth seems to tremble under them.

BOBODIL'S METHOD OF DEFEATING AN ARMY.

I will tell you, sir, by the way of private and under seal, I am a gentleman; and I 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? Why thus, Sir,-I would select nineteen more to myself, throughout the land; gentlemen they should be; of a good spirit, 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 Stocata, Imbrocata, your Passada, your Montanto, 'till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done, say the enemy

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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 honour 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, kills them all by computation. And this I will venture my poor gentleman-like carcase to perform, (provided there be no treason practised upon us) by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly-by the sword. PRIDE.

PRIDE assumes a lofty look, bordering on the aspect and attitude of Anger; The words walk out; a strut with a slow, stiff, bombastic affectation of importance; The arms generally a kimbo, and the legs at a distance one from the other.

DAUPHIN, TO POPE'S LEGATE.-KING JOHN.

Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back;

I am too high born to be property'd;

To be a secondary at controul,

Or useful serving man, and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart;
And come you now to tell me, John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And now it is half-conquer'd, must I back,

Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?

Am I Rome's slave? what penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition sent,

To underprop this action? Is't not I,
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,

Sweat in the business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these Islanders shout out,
Vive le Roi! as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
No, on my soul, it never shall be said.

HUMILITY-MODESTY.

HUMILITY or Modesty, bends the body forward; levels the eye to the breast; if not to the feet, of the superior character. The voice low; the tone submissive; and the words few.

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