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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
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.
(1) And now with shouts the shocking armies clos'd,
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.
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;
[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.
17) Though petitions are cominonly presented in writing, yet they inay be imagined to be addressed to the Prince vira woce, au fometimes are
found submission, your Majesty, that I may have
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
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.
PRAISE, UNDER THE APPEARANCE
OF BLAME. (1)
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,
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.
A LOVE-SICK SHEPHERD's COMPLAINT.
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.
(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.