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Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate
A du'el in the form of a debate.
Vociferated logic kills me quite;
A noisy man is always in the right:
I twirl my thumbs, fall back into my chair,
Fix on the wainscotei a distressful stare,
And, when I hope his blunders are all out,
Reply discreetly, “ To be sure -- no doubt!”

Dubius is such a scrupulous, good man —
Yes — you may catch him tripping, if you can.
He would not, with a per'emptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own ;
With hesitation admirably slow,
He humbly54 hopes — presūmes — it may be so.
His evidence, if he were called by lawloi
To swear to some enormity he saw,
For want of prominence and just relief,
Would hang an honest man, and save a thief.
Through constant dread of giving truth offendo
He ties up all his hearers in suspense ;
Knows what he knows as if he knew it not;
What he remembers seems to have forgot ;
His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall,
Centring, at last, in having none at all.

4. A story in which native humor54 reigns

Is often useful, always entertains ;
A graver fact, enlisted on your side,
May furnish illustration, well applied ;
But sěd'entary weavers of long tales
Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails.
'T is the most asinīneEl employ on earth
To hear them tell of parentage and birth,
And echo conversations, dull and dry,
Embellished with, “ He said," and " So said I.”
At every interview their router the same,
The repetition makes attention lame;
We bustle up, with unsuccessful speed,
And, in the saddest part, cry,“ Droll, indeed !”



CXVII. — THE YOUTH OF WASHINGTON. 1. Just as Washington was passing from boyhood to youth, the enterprise and capital of Virginia were seeking a new field for exercise and investment, in the unoccupied public domain beyond the mountains. The business of a surveyor immediately became one of great importance and trust, for no surveygó2 were

executed by the government. To this occupation the youthfu Washington, not yet sixteen years of age, and well furnished with the requisite mathematical knowledge, zealously devoted himself. Some of his family connections possessed titles to large portions of public land, which he was employed with them in surveying.

2. Thus, at a period of life when, in a more advanced stage of society, the intelligent youth is occupied in the elementary studies of the schools and colleges, Washington was carrying the surveyor's chain through the fertile valleys of the Blue Ridge and the Alleghany Mountains; passing days and weeks in the wilderness, beneath the shadow of eternal forests; listening to the voice of the waterfalls, which man's art had not yet set to the healthful music of the saw-mill or the trip-hammer; reposing from the labors of the day on a bear-skin, with his feet to the blazing logs of a camp-fire; and sometimes startled from the deep slumbers of careless, hard-working youth, by the alarm of the Indian war-whoop.

3. This was the gymnastical school in which Washington was brought up; in which his quick glance was formed, destined to rānge hereafter across the battle-field, through clouds of smoke and bristling rows of bayonets ;Et the school in which his senses, weaned from the taste for those detestable indulgences, miscalled pleasures, in which the flower of adolescencel so often languishes and pines away, were early braced up to the sinewy manhood which becomes the

“Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye.” 4. There is preserved among the papers of Washington a letter, written to a friend while he was engaged on his first surveying tour,"I and when he was, consequently, but sixteen years of age. I quote a sentence from it, in spite of the homeliness of the details', for which I like it the better, and because I wish to set before you, not an ideal hero, wrapped in cloudy generalities and a mist of vague panëgyr'ic, but the real, identical man, with all the peculiarities of his life and occupation.

5. “Your letter,” says he, “ gave me the more pleasure, as I received it among barbarians and an uncouth set of people. Since you received my letter of October last, I have not slept above three or four nights in a bed; but, after walking a good deal all the day, I have lain down before the fire, upon a little hay, straw, fodder, or a bear-skin, — whichever was to be had,— with man, wife, and children, like dogs and cats; and happy is he who gěts the berth nearest the fire. Nothing would make it pass off tolerably but a good reward. A doubloon is my con

stant gain, every day that the weather will permit my going out, and sometimes six pistoles."'EI

6. If there is an individual in the morning of life who has not yệt made his choice between the flowery path of indul. gence and the rough ascent of honest industry, — if there is one who is ashamed to get his living by any branch of honest labor, - let him reflect that the youth who was carrying the theod'oliteel and surveyor's chain through the mountain passes of the Alleghanies, in the month of March, sleeping on a bundle of hay before the fire, in a settler's log-cabin, and not ashamed to boast that he did it for his doubloon a day, is George Washington; that the life he led trained him up to command the armies of United America ; that the money he earned was the basis of that fortune which enabled him afterwards to bestow his services, without reward, on a bleeding and impoverished country.

7. For three years was the young Washington employed, the greater part of the time, and whenever the season would permit, in this laborious and healthful occupation; and I know not if it would be deemed unbecoming, were a thoughtful stūdent of our history to say that he could almost hear the voice of Providence, in the language of Milton, announce its high purpose,

“ To exercise him in the wilderness ;

There shall he first lay down the rudiments
Of his great warfare, ereti I send him forth
To conquer !”


CXVIII. — VESUVIUS. 1. My first sight of Vesuvius Er was from the upper end of the street To-le’do, in Naples. From that point the prospect is uninterrupted. Your eye passes directly to the mountain, over the tops of the streets, houses, churches, palaces, of the intervening villages, to the summit of the crater. The clear, trans. parent air, and the inky blackness of the whole hill, - its only tint, — bring it so near to you that you almost start as it is first revealed. It seems to hang over and threaten the city. It is eight miles distant, yet you would think it scarce three.

2. Every roughness, the deep ravines' and fissures with which the face of the mountain is everywhere seamed, the rude piles of extinct lavas, the ragged angular masses of fallen and shattered rocks, are all visible at that distance; and the effect is ag of some vast natural ruin — a wide scene of fearful desolation. The soft, green turf, the richly-variegated shrubbery, the almost tropical vegetation, the gentle elevations and depressions of the

soil, which must once have clothed the hill with an unequalled loveliness and such is the testimony of antiquity to its appearance before the eruption of 79 - of all this, now, not a leaf, not a tint remains. Neither man, nor beast, nor insect, can inhabit there — and the solitary bird could not light in hope of a single berry or worm.

3. But it must be - not described - but by your own im. aginations represented, in one other aspect, as it appeared, after a long repose of centuries, when, in the year 79 of our era, in the reign of Titus, it suddenly was converted to a mountain of fire; burying the surrounding territories, in first the thickest darkness for several days, then from beneath the canopy of cloud pouring out from its sides rivers of lava and other melted substances, which with more than the light of the sun illuminated the earth and the overhanging clouds, and, making their way down the mountain, overwhelmed the city of Hercula'něum, burying it to a depth of from sixty to a hundred feet below the molten mass; and at the same time destroying Pompēii and Stābiæ by successive showers of stilling ashes.

4. The younger Pliny, living at that time, describes the terrific scene in a letter to the historian Tăc'ítus. His uncle, Pliny the naturalist, stationed at Mi-se'-num, twenty miles from the mountain, as commander of the Roman fleet at that place, drawn first by a scientific curiosity to witness nearer the dread. ful scene, then by a sentiment of compassion for the multitudes whom he saw perishing in the most miserable manner, and venturing tno near the scene of danger, was himself overtaken by blasts of the suffocating smokes and găs'es that raged everywhere around the hill, and perished among those whom he went to save.

5. Pliny addresses two letters to Tac'ítus; in the first confining himself chiefly to the circumstances attending the death of his uncle, in the second relating his own experiences and observations during the eruption of the mountain. From this I make an extract: “ There had been,” he says, “many days before, shocks of an earthquake, which the less surprised us as they are extremely frequent in Campania ; but they were so particularly violent this night, that they not only shook everything about us, but seemed indeed to threaten universal destruction. My mother flew to my chamber, where she found me rising, in order to awaken me. We went out into a small court belonging to the house, which separated the sea from the buildings.

6. “ Though it was now morning, the light was extremely faint and languid ; the buildings all around tottered, and though

Sinks to the grave with unpthe leaves that are serest,
While resignation gently slopen blighting was nearest..
And, all his prospects brightene in cumber, EI
His heaven commences ere the wi thy slumber;

foam on the river,

gone, and forever! 4. THE OLD MAN BY THE BROOK. Down to the vale this water steers, how merrily ’T will murmur on a thousand years, and flow as no A ad here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but u. How oft, a vigorous man, I lay beside this fountain's brinn My eyes are filled with childish tears, my heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears that in those days I heard

5. FREEDOM. — Bryant.
O Freedom ! thou art not, as poets dream,
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,
And wavy tresses gushing from the cap
With which the Roman master crowned his slave,
When he took off the gyves.50 A bearded man,
Armed to the teeth, art thou : one mailed hand
Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow,
Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred
With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs
Are strong and struggling. Power at thee has launched
His bolts, and with his lightnings smitten thee;
They could not quench the life thou hast from heav ie!

To-morrow's action ! can that höary wisdom,
Börne down with years, still dote upon to-morrow
That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy,
The coward, and the fool, condemned to lose
An useless life in waiting for to-morrow,
To gaze with longing eyes upon to-morrow, 117
Till interposing death destroys the prospect!
Strange ! that this general fraud from day to day
Should fill the world with wretches undetected.
The soldier, laboring through a winter's march,
Still sees to-morrow drest in robes of triumph ;
Still to the lover's long-expecting arms
To-morrow brings the visionary bride.
But thou, too old to bear another cheat,
Learn that the present hour alone is man's.

An ardent spirit dwells with Christian love, -
The eagle's vigor in the pitying dove :

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