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attention'; I was consuited with confidence, and the love of praise fastened on my heart'.

11. “I still wished to see distant countries; listened with rapture to the relations of travelers, and resolved sometime to ask my dismission, that I might feast my soul with novelty; but my presence was always necessary, and the stream of business hurried me along. Sometimes I was afraid lest I should be charged with ingratitude'; but I still proposed to travel, and therefore would not confine myself by marriage'.

12. “In my fiftieth year, I began to suspect that the time of traveling was past'; and thought it best to lay hold on the felicity yet in my power, and indulge myself in domestic pleasures' But at fifty no man easily finds a woman beautiful as the houries and wise as Zobeide. I inquired' and rejected', consulted and deliberated', till the sixty-second year made me ashamed of wish ing to marry I had now nothing left but retirement; and for retirement I never found a time, till disease forced me from public employment.

13. "Such was my scheme', and such has been its consequences' With an insatiable thirst for knowledge', I trifled away the years of improvement'; with a restless desire of seeing different countries', I have always resided in the same city'; with the highest expectation of connubial felicity', I have lived unmarried'; and with unalterable resolutions of contemplative retirement', I am going to die within the walls of Bagdad'."




Cas. That you have wronged me', doth appear in this':
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella'
For taking bribes here of the Sardians';
Wherein my letters', praying on his side',
Because I knew the man', were slighted off'.

Bru. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius', you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm';
To sell and mart your offices for gold'
To undeservers'.

Cas. I an itching palm'?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this',
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your

Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption',
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head'.

Cas. Chastisement !

Bru. Remember March', the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body that did stab,
And not for justice? What', shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world',
But for supporting robbers'; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes' ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honors',
For so much trash as may be grasped thus'?
I had rather be a dog', and bay the moon',
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus', bay not me,
I'll not endure it! You forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier', I,
Older in practice', abler than yourself
To make conditions'.

Bru. Gu to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more', I shall forget myself,
Have mind upon your health', tempt me no further

Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?

Bru. Hear me', for I will speak'.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?

Bru. All this"? ay', more': fret till your proud heart break'! Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen', Though it do split you'; for, from this day forth', I'll use you for my mirth', yea', for my laughter, When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier': Let it appear so'; make your vaunting true',

Did I say

And it shall please me well'. For mine own parť,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men'.

Cas. You wrong me every way'; you wrong me', Brutus'; I said an elder' soldier, not a better.

Bru. If you did I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not?
Bru. No.
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For


durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry

There is no terror', Cassius, in your threats”;
For I am armed so strong in honesty',
That they pass by me', as the idle wind',
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold', which you denied me';
For I can raise no money by vile means.
I bad rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas', than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash',
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions',


denied me! Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answered Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous', To lock such rascal counters from his friends', Be ready', gods', with all your thunderbolts', (p?f*) Dash him to pieces ! Cas. I denied


not. Bru. You did.

Cas. I did not; he was but a fool
That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus

Be angry

Cas. Come', Antony', and young Octavius', come',
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world'.
Hated by one he loves'; braved by his brother';
Checked like a bondman'; all his faults observed',
Set in a note-book', learned, and conned by rote',
To cast into my teeth'.

0, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes. (p8f4) There is my dagger',
And here my naked breast'; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine', richer than gold
If that thou be'st a Roman', take it forth';
I, that denied thee gold', will give my heart'.
Strike' as thou didst at Cæsar'; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst', thou lov’dst him better
Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.
Bru. Sheathe your dagger'.

when you will', it shall have scope';
Do what you will', dishonor shall be humor'.
O Cassius you are yoked with a lamb',
That carries anger as the flint bears fire';
Who, much enforced', shows a hasty spark',
And straight is cold again'.

Cas. Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him?

Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-tempered too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your

Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus !
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humor, which my mother gave me,
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.




1. O SABBATH! Needed for a world of innocence; with. out thee, what would be a world of sin? There would be no use for consideration', no check to passion'; no remission of toil', no balm of care'! He who had withheld thee would have forsaken the earth! Without thee' He had never given us the Bible', the Gospel', the Spirit'! We salute thee, as thou comest to us in the name of the Lord, radiant in the sunshine of that dawn which broke over creation's achieved work, marching downward in the track of time, a pillar of refreshing clouds and of guiding flame, intervening with all thy light new beams of discovery and promise, until thou standest forth more fair than when reflected in the dews and imbibed by the flowers of Eden, more awful than when the trumpet rung of thee in Sinai!

2. The Christian Sabbath! Like its Lord, it but rises again in Christianity, and henceforth records the rising day. And never, since the tomb of Jesus was burst open by Him who revived and rose, has this day awakened but as the light of seven days, and with healing in its wings! Never has it unfolded without some witness and welcome', some song and salutation'! It has been the coronation-day of martyrs, the last day of saints ! It has been from the first until now the sublime custom of the churches of God! Still the outgoings of its morning and its evening rejoice!

3. It is a day of heaven upon earth'! Life's sweetest calm, poverty's birthright', labor's only rest'! Nothing has such a hoar of antiquity on it. Nothing contains in it such history'! Nothing draws along with it such glory'! Nurse of virtue', seal of truth'! The household's richest patrimony', the nation's noblest safeguard'! The pledge of peace', the fountain of intelligence', the strength of law'! The oracle of instruction', the ark of mercy'! The patent of our manhood's spiritual greatness'! The harbinger of our souls' sanctified perfection'! The glory of religion', the watch-tower of immortality'! The ladder set upon earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon it.

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