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more than a subject? When old age comes to lie heavy (1) upon him, will his engineers relieve him of the load ? (2) Can his guards and centinels, by doubling and trebling their numbers, and their watchfulness, prevent the approach of death? Nay, if jealousy, or even ill-humour, Contempts disturb his happiness, will the cringes of his fawning attendants restore his tranquillity ? What comfort has he, in reflecting (if he can make the reflection) while the cholic, like. Prometheus's Anguilh, vulture, tears his bowels, that he is under a canopy of crimson velvet fringed with gold ? When the pangs of the gout or stone, extort from him

of agony, do the titles of highness or ma Boasting jesty come sweetly into his ear? If he is agitated (3) with rage, does the sound of Serene, or Most Christian, prevent his staring, reddening, and gnashing with his teeth, like a madman ? Would not a twinge of the tooth-ach, or an affront from an inferior, make the mighty Cæsar Contempt, forget, that he was emperor of the world 3

[Montaigne.]

screams

X.

HORRORS OF WAR. Now had the Grecians snatch'd a short repast, Trepidation And buckled on their shining arms in haste. Troy rouz'd as soon ; for on that dreadful day, Perplexity, The fate of fathers, wives, and infants lay. The gates, unfolding, pour forth all their train ; Squadrons on squadrons, cloud the dusty plain ; Trepidation Men, steeds, and chariots shake the trembling

ground. The tumult thickens, and the skies resound.

(1) The word heavy, to be dragged out as expressing d'Press. See Complaining, page 30.

(2) This sentence (Can his guards, &c.) to be spoken with fear, See Fear, page 21.

(3) If he is agitated,&c. to be spoken full-mouthed, as boasting, See Buafling, page 22.

Awe.

(1) And now with shouts the shocking armies clos'd,
To lances, lance;- shields, to shields oppos'd,
Host against host their shadowy legions drew ;
The sunding darts in iron tempests flew;
Victors and vanquish'd join promiscuous cries !

Triumphant shouts (2) and dying groans (3) arise! Horror. With streaming blood the slipp'ry fields are dy'd,

And slaughter'd heroes swell the drearlful tide.
Long as the morning beams increasing bright,
O'er heaven's clear azure spread the sacred light,
Promiscuous death the fate of war confounds,
Each adverse battle gor'd with equal wounds.
But when the sun the height of heav'n ascends,
(4) The Sire of Gods his golden scales suspends
With equal hand. In these explores the fate
Of Greece and Tray, and pois'd the mighty weight.
Press'd with its load, the Grecian balance lies

Loro sunk on earth; the Trojan strikes the skies. Horror. (5) Then Jote from Ida's top his horror spreads,

The clouds burst dreadful o'er the Grecian heads;
1 Thick light'nings flash; the muttring thunder rolls;
Their strength he withers, and unmans their souls.
Before his wrath the (6) trembling host retire,
The gods in terror, and the skies on fire.

[Pope's Hom. Il. B, viii. v. 67.]

XI. PETITIONING WITH DEJECTION. (Passages taken froin fundry Petitions (7) presented to the French

King by a disgraced Minifier. Pens. Ing. Anc. Mod. p. 167.)

BEING Decation. EING weary of the useless life I live at pre

sent, I take the liberty of imploring with pro

(1) To be spoken quick and loud.
(2) To be spoken boidly,
(3) To be spoken faintly, and with pity. See Pitv page 20.
(4) To be froke jozlv and with veneration. See Veneration, p. 25.
(5) To be spoken rollov auch full-mouthed.
(6) To be spoken with a quivering voice

17) Though petitions are cominonly presented in writing, yet they inay be imagined to be addressed to the Prince vira woce, au fometimes are

Fear

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found submission, your Majesty, that I may have
leave to seek an honourable death in your Ma-
jesty's service. After the disappointments, and
reverses of fortune, which I have had to struggle
with, iny expectations of rising again to prosper-
ity, are brought low enough. But it would be a Humble re-
satisfaction to me, that my real character were monstrance.
known to your Majesty ; which if it were, I
fatter myself, I should have your Majesty's in-
dulgence, nay your esteem. Refur not, most gra- Beseeching.
cious Sovereign, the means, for gaining this end,
to a man, who is ready to shed his blood, in
proof of his loyalty and affection to your Ma-
jesty.

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ere iny own private interest alone concerned, I should be peculiarly cautious how I intruded upon your Majesty with these solicitations. Bui, as the only happiness I desire in this Earnest Soworld, is, to have an opportunity of serving my licitation. king and country; I humbly hope, I may be forgiven, though I urge iny suit with some warmth and importunity. I do not presume, Sire, to claim a total exemption from hardship. I pretend to no right to live a life of indulgence. All I ask, Befeeching. is, to change one punishment for another. And I beseech your Majesty to have some consideration for my past services; and that a year's imprisonment, five years exile, the ruin of my fortune, the submission with which I have borne these punishments, and the zeal I still ain ready to shew for your Majesty's service, may plead in my fa

vour, and disarm your Majesty of your indig| nation against me.

It is true, that in making Humble reyour Majesty the offer of my life, I offer what monstrance, is of little value even to myself. But it is all I have to offer. The misfortune I have lain un- Deje&ion, der, these six years, of your Majesty's displeasure, has rendered life so insipid to me, that besides the honor of losing it in your Majesty's service, the prospect of an end, being, by death, put to my vexations, makes the thought of any dissolution pleasing to me. If it should seem good to your

Remorse.

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Profound Majesty to finish my distresses the other way, Subunition. I mean, by your inost gracious pardon, the ob

ligation will be still greater ; and to the real I have for your Majesty's, interest, I shall think myself obliged to add gratitude suitable to so

important a favour. And with such sentiments Resolution. there is nothing I shall not be willing to enterprize

for your Majesty's service. May heaven touch Devotion. the heart of your Majesty, that you may at last

forgive your sincerely penitent subject. No one

knows better than your Majesty, that it is as Humble re- great to forgive as to punish. If I alone am monftrance. doomed to have no benefit from that goodness,

which extends to so many, my lot must be peculiarly calamitous.

XII.

tion.

PRAISE, UNDER THE APPEARANCE

OF BLAME. (1)
VOITURE'S whimsical Commendation of the MARQUIS DE

Pisany's Courage. (Pens. Ing. Anc. Mod. p. 152.) Congratula- I Am extremely glad to hear that you are

grown so hardy, that neither labour, watching,

sickness, lead, nor steel, can hurt you. I could Wonder. not have thought, that a man, who lived on water

gruel, should have so thick a skin ; nor did I imagine you had a spell, by which you was powderproof. To account, how you come to be still

alive, after the desperate hazards you have run, Congratula

is more than I can pretend to. But I had rather, tion. it were by the help of the Devil himself, than

that you were as poor Attichy, or Grenville ; if Disapproba. you were embalmed with the richest drugs of the tion. East. To tell you my opinion plainly, Sir, let

(1) This is to be fpoken in the same manner as if one was finding fault in earneft ; for it is the character of Humour to mean the contrary of what it seems to mean. And though the inatter was originally part of a Letter, it may bc imagined as Spoken,

Concern.

a man die for his country, or for honor, or what you please, I cannot belp thinking he makes but a silly figure, (1) when he is dead. It seems to ine a great pity, that some people should be so careless about their lives, as they are. For despicable as life is, a man when he has lost it, is not worth half what he was when he had it. In short, a dead king, a dead hero, or even a dead demi-god, is in my mind, but a poor character, and much good may it do him who is ambitious of it.

Remonftrance.

XIII.

A LOVE-SICK SHEPHERD's COMPLAINT.

Lamenta tion,

Ан

H well-a-day! how long must I endure This pining pain? (2) or who shall speed iny cure? Fond Love no cure will have ; seeks no repose ; Anguish Delights in grief, nor any measure knows. (3) Lo! now the inoon begins in clouds to rise, Complaint. The bright'ning stars bespangle all the skies. The winds are hush'd. The dews distil; and

sleep Hath clos'd the eye-lids of my weary sheep: (4) I, only, with the prowling wolf, constrain'd Anguish: 15) All night to wake. With hunger he is pain'd, ? And I with love. His hunger he may tame; But who can quench (6) O cruel love! 'thy fiame? Whilom did I, all as the poplar fair, Up-risc my heedless head, devoid of care ; 'Mong rustic routs the chief of wanton game ; Nor could they merry make, till Lubin came.

Lamentation.

(1) The speaker will naturally utter these words, filly figure, with a shrug.

(2) The words pining pain, cannot be spoken too slowly. See Complaining, page 30.

(3) Thefe four lines are to be spoken Rowly; and with a torpid uniformity of tone.

(4) The speaker is to seem roused here, as by a sudden pang. (5) These four words to express extreme anguish.

(6) A stop before and after the words, O cruel love, which are to be expressed with acclamations of anguish.

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