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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'."
THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
Cas. That you have wronged me', doth appear in this':
Bru. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius', you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm'?
Cas. Chastisement !
Bru. Remember March', the ides of March remember!
Cas. Brutus', bay not me,
Bru. Gu to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more', I shall forget myself,
Bru. Away, slight man!
Bru. Hear me', for I will speak'.
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,
Cas. You wrong me every way'; you wrong me', Brutus'; I said an elder' soldier, not a better.
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
Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
Cas. Come', Antony', and young Octavius', come',
0, I could weep
when you will', it shall have scope';
Cas. Hath Cassius lived
Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-tempered too.
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
APOSTROPHE TO THE SABBATH.
BY DR. STEVENS.
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.