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But 'tis the dim sepulchral light
That sheds a faint and feeble ray,
When tempests sweep upon their way.
Lost land! where genius made his reign,
And reared his golden arch on high ;
Its summit peering to the sky :
Of ignorance hath brooded long,
The sons of science and of song.
The sun has set,--the evening storm
Hath passed in giant fury by,
And spread its pall upon thy sky;
And freedom never more shall cease
CLVIII.-SPEECH OF CATILINE BEFORE THE ROMAN SENATE,
IN REPLY TO THE CHARGES OF CICERO.
Extract from Croly's Catiline.
Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword,
(To the Senate.) Fling down your sceptres ;-take the rod and axe, And make the murder, as you make the law.
CLIX.SPEECH OF CATILINE BEFORE THE ROMAN SINATE, ON
HEARING HIS SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT.
Extract from Croly's Catiline.
BANISHED from Rome! what's banished, but set free
This day's the birth of sorrows !—This hour's work
CLX.LVELLUM AND BUTLER.
From the Comedy of “The Drummer," by Addison. Act 4-Scene 1.
Vel. John, I have certain 0 1.fers to give you---and therefore be attentive. But. Attentive! Ay, let me alone for that I suppose
he means being sober.-['Aside.]
Vel. You know I have always recommended to you a method in your business; I. would have your knives and forks, your spoons and napkins, your plate and glasses, laid in a method.
But. Ah, master Vellum, you are such a sweet-spoken man, it does one's heart good to receive your orders.
Vel. Method, John, makes business easy; it banishes all perplexity and confusion out of families.
But. How he talks! I could hear him all day.
Vel. And now, John, let me know whether your table. linen, your side-board, your cellar, and every thing else within your province, are properly and methodically disposed for an entertainment this evening.
But. Master Vellum, they shall be ready at a quarter of an hour's warning.
But pray, sir, is this entertainment to be made for the conjuror ?
Vel. It is, John, for the conjuror, and yet it is not for the conjuror.
But. Why, look you, master Vellum, if it be for the con. juror, the cook-maid should have orders to get him some dishes to his palate. Perhaps he may like a little brimstone in his sauce. But. Then I'll away, or it will be my turn next : she, I am sure, speaks plain English ; one may easily understand every word she
Vel. This conjuror, John, is a complicated creature, an amphibious animal, a person of a twofold nature; but he eats and drinks like other men.
But. Marry, master Vellum, he should eat and drink as much as two other men, by the account you give of him.
Vel. Thy conceit is not amiss; he is indeed a double man; ha, ha, ha!
But. Ha! I understand you; he's one of your hermaphro- . dites, as they call them.
Vel. He is married, and he is not married-he hath a beard, and he hath no beard; he is old, and he is young.
But. How charmingly he talks ! I fancy, master Vellum, you could make a riddle. The same man old and young! how do you make that out, master Vellum ?
Vel. Thou hast heard of a snake casting his skin, and re. covering his youth. Such is his sage person.
But. Nay, 'tis no wonder a conjuror should be like a sarpent.
Vel. When he has thrown aside the old conjuror's slough that hangs about him, he'll come out as fine a young gentle. man as ever was seen in this house.
But. Does he intend to sup in his slough? Vel. That time will show. But. Well, I have not a head for these things. Indeed, Mr. Vellum, I have not understood one word you have said this half hour.
Vel. I did not intend thou shouldst-But to our business. Let there be a table spread in the great hall. Let your pots and glasses be washed, and in a readiness. Bid the cook provide a plentiful supper, and see that all the servants be in their best liveries.
But. Ay, now I understand every word you say. But I would rather hear you talk a little in that t’other way.
Vel. I shall explain to thee what I have said by and by. Bid Susan lay two pillows upon your lady's bed.
But. Two pillows! Madam won't sleep upon them both! She is not a double woman too!
Vel. She will sleep upon neither. But hark! Mrs. Abi. gail ; I think I hear her chiding the cook-maid.
CLXI. ODE TO NAPOLEON BONAPARTE.
By Lord Byron.
And arm’d with kings to strive-
So abject--yet alive !
And can he thus survive ?
Thanks for that lesson- it will teach
To after-warriors more
And vainly preached before.
That led them to adore
The desolator desolate !
The victor overthrown!
A suppliant for his own!
Or dread of death alone?
Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,