Will have remained for his great heart! Enough And to all worth a sovereign's protection. Can build, can plant, can watch the starry courses- friend A gentle bride as she is is well worth it That you should woo and win her with the sworde Did you hear nothing seemed as if I heard a § 3. 2. b§ 3. 6. 5. c Sound of o? d § 3. 4. 5. f§ 3. 7. g Sound of the vowel? h What inflection? o Sound of sion? p§ 26. 3. r § 13. 1. 8 § 43. 2. contracted for? v § 14. 3. w § 43. 9. x § 44. 12. No. 2. Narrowly, conceal, constrain, discontented, posite, reconducting. No. 6. Punctuate the last eight lines. and § 14. 2. e § 3. 5. n§ 3. 1. u What spiteful, doubtful, op Give the opposite meaning of day, long, present, straight, evil, up, backwards, in, strong, thick, thin, hateful, vicious. No. 8. § 3. 9. 10. 11. 12 § 5. No. 12. Spell, define, and mention the accented syllables in the last ten lines. 15* LESSON XXX. THE GAMESTER. [Present, Mrs. Beverly, Charlotte.] Mrs. B. Be comforted my dear all may be well yet and now methinks the lodging begins to look with another face Oh sister sister if these were all my hardships if all I had to complain of were no more than quitting my house servants equipage and show your pity would be weakness Char. Is poverty nothing, then? Mrs. B. Nothing in the world, if it affected only me. While we had a fortune, I was the happiest of the rich; and now 'tis gone, give me but a bare subsistence and my husband's smiles, and I shall be happiest of the poor. Why do you look at me? Char. That I may hate my brother. Mrs. B. Don't talk so, Charlotte. Char. Has he not undone you?-Oh, this pernicious vice of gaming! but methinks his usual hours of four or five in the morning might have contented him. Need he have staid out all night! I shall learn to detest him. Mrs. B. Not for the first fault. He never slept from me before. Char. Slept from you! No, no, his nights have nothing to do with sleep. How has this one vice driven him from every virtue !-Nay, from his affections too!-The time was, sisterMrs. B. And is. I have no fear of his affections. Would I knew that he were safe! Char. From ruin and his companions. But that's impossible. His poor little boy, too! what must become of him? Mrs. B. Why, want shall teach him industry. From his father's mistakes he shall learn prudence, and from his mother's resignation, patience. Poverty has no such terrors in it as you imagine. There's no condition of life, sickness and pain excepted, where happiness is excluded. The husbandman, who rises early to his labor, enjoys more welcome rest at night for't. His bread is sweeter to him; his home happier; his family dearer; his enjoyments surer. The sun that rouses him in the morning, sets in the evening to release him. All situations have their comforts, if sweet contentment dwell in the heart. But my poor Beverly has none. The thought of having ruined those he loves, is misery forever to him. Would I could ease his mind of that! Char. If he alone were ruined, 'twere just he should be punished. He is my brother, 'tis true; but when I think of what he has done-of the fortune you brought him—of his own large estate too, squandered away upon this vilest of passions, and among the vilest of wretches! oh, I have no patience! My own little fortune is untouched, he says. I were sure on't. Would Mrs. B. And so you may-'twould be a sin to doubt it. Char. I will be sure on't-'twas madness in me to give it to his management. But I'll demand it from him this morning. I have a melancholy occasion for it. Mrs. B. What occasion? Char. To support a sister. Mrs. B. No; I have no need on't. Take it, and reward a lover with it. The generous Lewson deserves much more. Why won't you make him happy? Char. Because my sister's miserable. Mrs. B. You must not think so. I have my jewels left yet. And when all's gone, these hands shall toil for our support. The poor should be industrious. Why those tears, Charlotte? Char. They flow in pity for you. Mrs. B. All may be well yet. When he has nothing to lose, I shall fetter him in these arms again: and then what is it to be poor? Char. Cure him but of this destructive passion, and my uncle's death may retrieve all yet. Mrs. B. Ay, Charlotte, could we cure him! But the disease of play admits no cure but poverty; and the loss of another fortune would but increase his shame and his affliction. Will Mr. Lewson call this morning? He gave me hints, too, that Char. He said so, last night. he had suspicions of our friend Stukely. Mrs. B. Not of treachery to my husband? play, I know; but surely he's honest. That he loves Char. He would fain be thought so;-therefore I doubt him. Honesty needs no pains to set itself off. (Enter Lucy.) Lucy. Your old steward, Madam. I had not the heart to deny him admittance, the good old man begged so hard for't. (Enter Jarvis.) Mrs. B. Is this well, Jarvis? I desired you to avoid me, Jarvis. Did you, Madam? I am an old man, and had forgot. Perhaps, too, you forbade my tears; but I am old, Madam, and age will be forgetful. Mrs. B. The faithful creature! how he moves me! (To Charlotte.) Jar. I have forgot these apartments too. I remember none such in my young master's house; and yet I have lived in it these five and twenty years. His good father would not have dismissed me. Mrs. B. He had no reason, Jarvis. Jar. I was faithful to him while he lived, and when he died he bequeathed me to his son. I have been faithful to him too. Mrs. B. I know it, I know it, Jarvis. Jar. I have not a long time to live. I asked but to have died with him, and he dismissed me. Mrs. B. Pr'ythee, no more of this! dismissed you. 'Twas his poverty that Jar. Is he indeed so poor, then? Oh! he was the joy of my old heart. But must his creditors have all? And have they sold his house too? His father built it when he was but a prating boy. The times that I have carried him in these arms! And, Jarvis, says he, when a beggar has asked charity of me, why should people be poor? You shan't be poor, Jarvis; if I were a king, nobody should be poor. Yet he is poor. And then he was so brave! Oh! he was a brave little boy! and yet so merciful, he'd not have killed the gnata that stung him. Mrs. B. Speak to him, Charlotte, for I cannot. Jar. I have a little money, Madam; it might have been more, but I have loved the poor. All that I have is yours. Mrs. B. No, Jarvis; we have enough yet. I thank you though, and I will deserve your goodness. Jar. But shall I see my master? attend him in his distresses? And will he let me I'll be no expense to him; and 'twill kill me to be refused. Where is he, Madam? Mrs. B. Not at home, Jarvis. You shall see him another time. Char. To-morrow, or the next day—Oh, Jarvis! what a change is here! Jar. A change indeed, Madam! my old heart aches at it. [SCENE 2.-Beverly discovered sitting.] Bev. Why what a world is this! The slave that digs for gold receives his daily pittance, and sleeps contented; while those for whom he labors, convert their good to mischief, making abundance the means of want. What had I to do with play? I wanted nothing. My wishes and my means were equal. The poor followed me with blessing, love scattered roses on my pillow, and morning waked me to delight. Oh, bitter thought, that leads to what I was, by what I am! I would forget both.-Who's there? (Enter a Waiter.) Wait. A gentleman, Sir, inquires for you. Bev. He might have used less ceremony. Stukely, I suppose? Wait. No, Sir, a stranger. Bev. Well, show him in. (Exit Waiter.) A messenger from Stukely, then; from him that has undone me! yet all in friendship—and now he lends me his little to bring back for tune to me. (Enter Jarvis.) Jarvis !-Why this intrusion? Your absence had been kinder. Jar. I came in duty, Sir. If it be troublesome Bev. It is. I would be private-hid even from myself.Who sent you hither? Jar. One that would persuade you home again. My mistress is not well; her tears told me so. Bev. Go with thy duty there then. Pr'ythee begone; I have no businessb for thee. Jar. Yes, Sir; to lead you from this place. I am your servant still. Your prosperous fortune blessed my old age. If that has left you, I must not leave you. Bev. Not leave me! Recall past time then; or, through this sea of storms and darkness, show me a star to guide me. But what canst thou? Jar. The little that I can, I will. You have been generous to me I would not offend you, Sir, but |