ill add to theirs a name of fear
at Tyranny shall quake to hear,
d leave his sons a hope, a fame,
ey too will rather die than shame:
r Freedom's battle once begun,
queathed by bleeding sire to son,
ough baffled oft, is ever won.

ear witness, Greece, thy living page!
test it many a deathless age!
hile kings, in dusty darkness hid,
ave left a nameless pyramid,
my heroes, though the general doom
ath swept the column from their tomb,
mightier monument command,

he mountains of their native land!
here points thy muse to stranger's eye
he graves of those that cannot die!

I were long to tell, and sad to trace,
ach step from splendor to disgrace;
Enough no foreign foe could quell
'hy soul, till from itself it fell;
Zes! self-abasement paved the way
To villain bonds and despot sway.

(jour, ow as in cow). — obstruction's apathy (line 14), the hich the bodily powers are obstructed; that is, death. Ther42), a famous pass leading from Thessaly into Southern Greece, nidas and his three hundred Spartans withstood the attacks of se Persian host. - Sal'a-mis (46), a small island in the Gulf ten miles west of Athens. Near this island the Greeks under les gained a memorable naval victory over the Persians in 480 B. C. eless pyramid (62). The origin of the pyramids is lost in anA common opinion was that they were intended as tombs for kings.

THE following scene is taken from the historical play VIII." Cardinal Wolsey had been prime minister of Engl of enormous wealth and unbounded power, but, in losing king, had lost all. Thomas Cromwell was a friend an household, who remained faithful to his benefactor in his

Wol. Farewell, a long farewell, to all m This is the state of man: to-day he puts fo The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blo And bears his blushing honors thick upon 1 The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full s His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root; And then he falls, as I do. I have venture Like little wanton boys that swim on bladd This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown At length broke under me, and now has lef Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretc Is that poor man that hangs on princes' fav There is, betwixt that smile we would aspi That sweet aspéct of princes, and their ruin More pangs and fears than wars or women And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.

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Formerl

* We should now write the plural form are. ning a sentence, was often followed by a plural subject.

Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed.

Why, how now, Cromwell!

I have no power to speak, sir.

What, amazed

sfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder

an should decline? Nay, an you weep, en indeed.

How does your grace ?

Why, well;

truly happy, my good Cromwell.

ayself now; and I feel within me

above all earthly dignities,

ad quiet conscience. The king has cured me, 30 thank his grace; and from these shoulders, ined pillars, out of pity, taken

ould sink a navy, too much honor: burden, Cromwell, 't is a burden

y for a man that hopes for heaven!

t.

I am glad your grace has made that right use

I hope I have: I am able now, methinks, fortitude of soul I feel,

re more miseries, and greater far,

y weak-hearted enemies dare offer. ¿ws abroad?

The heaviest and the worst

displeasure with the king.

God bless him!

The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen ancelor in your place.

That's somewhat sudden;

s a learned man. May he continue his Highness' favor, and do justice

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May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept o What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is returned with v Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news, indeed.

Last, that the

Crom.
Whom the king hath in secrecy long marri
This day was viewed in open as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pulled
Cromwell,

The king has gone beyond me; all my glor
In that one woman I have lost forever!

No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cr
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master: seek the king;
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have t
What and how true thou art: he will adva
Some little memory of me will stir him
I know his noble nature not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cron
Neglect him not; make use now, and provi
For thine own future safety.

Must I then leave you? Must I needs fore So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iro With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lo

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nd forever shall be yours.

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
miseries; but thou hast forced me,
y honest truth, to play the woman.

our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; en I am forgotten, as I shall be,

p in dull cold marble, where no mention ore must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Isey, that once trod the ways of glory, nded all the depths and shoals of honor, nee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; nd safe one, though thy master missed it. t my fall, and that that ruined me.

1, I charge thee, fling away ambition : sin fell the angels; how can man, then, ge of his Maker, hope to win by it?

yself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; on wins not more than honesty.

thy right hand carry gentle peace,

ce envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,

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d's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,

ll'st a blessed martyr! Serve the king;

Prithee, lead me in :

ake an inventory of all I have,

last penny; 't is the king's: my robe,

integrity to Heaven, is all

how call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
out served my God with half the zeal
d my king, he would not in mine age
eft me naked to mine enemies!

Good sir, have patience.

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