Per. O, Douglas! Douglas! even such a friend, Doug. Straight, let us turn our trumpets to the hills; Aspiring Neville fatal is the day The Percy and the Douglas league in arms Per. If he were all-Remember haughty Henry, The nephew* of his wife, whose word could speed A veteran army to his kinsman's aid. Doug. Come one, come all; leave us to welcome them. [Exit Douglas. Per. Too long, too long a huntsman, Arthur comes His father's testament,-whose blood lies spilt; Brooding o'er wrongs that haunted me for vengeance. My birth-right, home. Halls founded by my sires LESSON CLXIV. A CERTAIN man had two sons: and the younger of them said unto his father, "Father, give me the portion of goods Pronounced ner'ew. that falleth to me." And he divided unto them his living. And, not many days after, the younger son gathered all to gether, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And, when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled himself with the husks that the swine did eat; and no man gave unto him. And, when he came to himself, he said, "How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough, and to spare;— and I perish with hunger!-I will arise, and go to my father, and will say unto him-Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son-make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and was coming to his father :-but, while he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, “ Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son." But the father said to his servants, "Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet;—and bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry :-for this, my son, was dead, and is alive again ;-he was lost, and is found." Now his elder son was in the field :—and as he came and drew nigh to the house, he heard musick and dancing. And he called one of the servants, and asked what these things meant. And he said unto him, 66 Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound." And he was angry;—and would not go in: therefore came his father out and entreated him. And he, answering, said to his father, "Lo, these many years have I served thee, neither transgressed I, at any time, thy commandment; and yet-thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends:-But, as soon as this-thy son was come, who hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf." And the father said unto him-" Son, thou art ever with me; and all that I have is thine. It was meet that we should make merry and be glad for this-thy brotherwas dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.” LESSON CLXV. The Church-yard.-KARAMSIN. [From the Russian Anthology.] First Voice. How frightful the grave! how deserted and drear! Second Voice. How peaceful the grave! its quiet how deep: First Voice. There riots the blood-crested worm on the dead, Second Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : First Voice. The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave : There the cony at evening disports with his love, First Voice. There darkness and dampness with poisonous breath Second Voice. O, soft are the breezes that play round the tomb, First Voice. The pilgrim who reaches this valley of tears, Second Voice. The traveller outworn with life's pilgrimage dreary, LESSON CLXVI. The rich man and the poor man.—Khemnitzer. [From the same.] So goes the world ;—if wealthy, you may call You seek respect, no doubt, and you will find it. But if you are poor, heaven help you! though your sire "Tis all in vain ;-the world will ne'er inquire I once saw a poor fellow, keen and clever, Strange," cried I, "whence is it ?" He walked on this side, then on that, He tried to introduce a social chat; Now here, now there, in vain he tried; Some formally and freezingly replied, And some Said by their silence-" Better stay at home." A rich man burst the door, As Cræsus rich, I'm sure He could not pride himself upon his wit; He had what's better;-he had wealth. What a confusion !-all stand up erect- "Allow me, Sir, the honour ;"-Then a bow The poor man hung his head, "This is indeed beyond my comprehension:" One friendly face he found, And said "Pray tell me why is wealth preferr'd Of gold or silver ore, But wisdom none can borrow, none can lend ?" LESSON CLXVII. The abuses of Conscience.-A Sermon.-STERNE. Hebrews xiii. 18. For we trust we have a good Conscience. “TRUST .--Trust we have a good conscience!" [Certainly Trim, quoth my father, interrupting him, you give that sentence a very improper accent; for you curl up your nose, man, and read it with such a sneering tone, as if the parson was going to abuse the Apostle. He is, an't please your honour, replied Trim. Pugh said my father, smiling. Sir, quoth Doctor Slop, Trim is certainly in the right; fø the writer, (who I perceive is a Protestant by the snappish manner in which he takes up the Apostle,) is certainly going to abuse him;-if this treatment of him has not done it already. But from whence, replied my father, have you concluded so soon, Doctor Slop, that the writer is of our church for aught I can see yet, he may be of any * P onounced pooh. |