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Ask you what provocation I have had ?-
F. You're strangely proud-P. So proud, I am no slave:
Keep. It is not food : I bring wherewith, my lord,
Ed. And let it enter ! it shall not be stopped.
Keep. My lord, the winter now creeps on apace.
Ed. Glanced to the up-risen sun! Ay, such fair morns,
Through silver webs, so bright and finely wrought
Keep. Yes, good my lord, the cold chill year advănces, Therefore I pray you, let me close that wall.
Ed. I tell thee no, man; if the north air bites, Bring me a cloak. Where is thy dog to-day?
Keep. Indeed I wonder that he came not with me As he is wont. Ed. Bring him, I pray thee, when thou comest again, his tail, and looks
face With the assured kindness of one Who has not injured me.
A Summer Evening Meditation.—MRS. BARBAULD. 'Tis past! The sultry tyrant of the south Has spent his short-lived rage; more grateful hours Move silent on; the skies no more repel The dazzled sight, but with mild maiden beams Of tempered lustre, court the cherished eye To wander o'er their sphere; where, hung aloft, Dian's bright crescent, like a silver low, New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns, Impatient for the night, and seems to push Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood Of sostened radiance from her dewy locks. The shadows spread apace; while meeked-eyed Eve, Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires
Through the Hesperian gardens of the west,
Seized in thought,
borders of the peopled earth, And the pale moon, her duteous, fair attendant; From solitary Mars; from the vast orb Of Jupiter, whose huge gigantic bulk Dances in ēther like the lightest leaf; To the dim verge the suburbs of the system, Where cheerless Sāturn 'midst his watery moons, Girt with a lucid zone, in gloomy pomp,
Sits like an exiled monarch : fearless thence
The blind Preacher : Extract
from a Letter of the British Spy.-WIRT.
RICHMOND, OCTOBER 10, 1803. I HAVE been, my dear S... on an excursion through the counties which lie along the eastern side of the Blue Ridge. A general description of that country and its inhabitants may form the subject of a future letter. For the present, I must entertain you with an account of a most singular and interesting adventure, which I met with, in the course of the tour.
It was one Sunday, as I travelled through the county of Orange, that my eye was caught by a cluster of horses tied near a ruinous, old, wooden house, in the forest, not far from the road side. Having frequently seen such objects before, in travelling through these states, I had no difficulty in understanding that this was a place of religious worship.
Devotion alone should have stopped me, to join in the duties of the congregation; but I must confess, that curiosity, to hear the preacher of such a wilderness, was not the least of my motives. On entering, I was struck with his preternatural appearance. He was a tall and very spare old man ; his head, which was covered with a white linen cap, his shrivelled hands, and his voice, were all shaking under the influence of a palsy; and a few moments ascertained to me that he was perfectly blind.
The first emotions which touched my breast, were those of mingled pity and veneration. But how soon were all my feelings changed ! The lips of Plato were never more worthy of a prognostic swarm of bees, than were the lips of this holy man! It was a day of the administration of the săcrament; and his subject, of course, was the passion of our Savior. I had heard the subject handled a thousand times : I had thought it exhausted long ago. Little did I suppose, that in the wild woods of America, I was to meet with a man whose eloquence would give to this topic a new and more sublime pathos, than I had ever before witnessed.
As he descended from the pulpit, to distrib’ute the mystic symbols, there was a peculiar, a more than human solemnity in his air and manner, which made my blood run cold, and
whole frame shiver. He then drew a picture of the sufferings of our Savior ; his trial before Pilate ; his ascent up Calvary; his crucifixion; and his death. I knew the whole history ; but never, until then, had I heard the circumstances so selected, so arrānged, so colored! It was all new: and I seemed to have heard it for the first time in life. His enunciation was so deliberate, that his voice trembled on every syllable ; and every heart in the assembly trembled in uni
His peculiar phrases had thal force of description,