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him to concern himself about. He teaches his children his own idolatries, and he envelopes himself in the complacent reflections, that, thank God, he is rich, whoever is poor ; that the sun of heaven shines upon nothing more worthy of pursuit than wealth, and that other people may take care of themselves.
“Hard words !" cries the reader,—"a portrait of John Bull prompted by envy or spleen-no virtues bestowed upon honest John!" Our virtues are seldom written in water if we ourselves can help ittheir enumeration never chastens us-John Bull flatters himself enough ;-to recall his faults may not please, but may arouse some step towards their amendment.
LIFE IS A DREAM.
BY JOHN OXENFORD,
* The old joke on "trumpet."
of These jokes of Clarin are darker than his own tower. From the German Fersion of Griess, I suspect that some pun is intended by the words “ Nicomedes," and “ Niceno," the former perhaps meaning “eat-nothing," and the latter "10 supper." Any hint from a Spanish scholar will be thankfully received.-J. 0.
If silence, as in a new almanac,
behind the scenes.) 1st Soldier. He's in this tow'r! Come here—break down the door,
And enter all of you-
They're seeking me,
What would they have with me? 1st Soldier.
Come, enter all.
Enter Soldiers. 2nd Soldier. Yes, here he is. Clarin.
No, he is not. All.
My lord !
Thou art our prince,
Salute thy feet.
Long live our mighty Prince !
Daily to pick out some one for a Prince,
Give us thy feet.
A footless Prince would be a sorry wight. Two Soldiers. We all have told thy father, we will own
None for our Prince but thee; we will not have
What! had you for my father
A scurvy crew. 1st Soldier.
It was our loyalty. Clarin. Nay, if 'twas loyalty, I pardon you. 2nd Soldier. Come, hasten with us to regain thy realm.
Long live great Sigismund ! All.
Long live our Prince !
Clarin (aside). They call me Sigismund. Aye, true, I see
That is the name they have for their mock princes.*
There goes my Princehood. 1st Soldier. Who, then, is Sigismund ? Sigismund.
I am. 2nd Soldier.
Prince Sigismund ?
I Sigismund ? Not I. 'Twas only you that Sigismundizedt me;
Hence the audacious folly is your own.
Are thine; our faith proclaims thee as our lord.
Liberty waits thee, hear her accents there!
A second time?
* There is some humour in this notion of Clarin's, who has seen the rise and fall of Sigismund, and who thinks he, in his turn, may be a prince for a day. The situation altogether is comic ; but the joke of “wanting his feet for himself," is dreadfully poor.-J. O.
† Segismundeasteis.-J. O.
Is subject at its birth and fears through life?
Too well I know that life is but a dream.
On this proud mountain-mark the people there,
Who long but to obey thee.
As now I see it - and it was a dream. 2nd Soldier. Omens, my lord, have ever gone before
Mighty events; and if such were thy dream,
It was an omen. ,
Thou art right; it was.
* This personification is in the original :
“Sin aviso y sin consejo."
All. Long live great Sigismund !
What noise is this?
The weight of all his anger.
I would lay That Sigismund will pitch him from the mountain. (Exit. Clotaldo. I humbly kneel before thy royal feet,
And know I have to die.
Arise, good father,
Of thy great loyalty. Embrace me.
How ? Sigismund. I know I'm dreaming, and I would act justly.
Good deeds will not be lost, although in dreams.
It is most certain I shall not offend
Before thy feet, and ask for death.
And you, there, sound to arms !
A thousand times
Thus, fortune, we march on
(Exeunt, drums beating. Scene II.-Chamber in the Royal Palace.
Enter King Basilio and Astolfo. Basilio. Astolfo, who can check an unreined steed?