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5. Words are the te-liiélés by which thought is made visible
as the spirit that conceives or the breath that would utter them.
6. On a single phrase, expressed in anger or affection, in
essays, 1 parables, El songs, proverbs, and all the minor and more locanimexquisite forms of composition. It is a fact, not obvious, per
V haps, but capable of perfect proof, that knowledge, in all eras
rel between the patricians and plebē’ians, El when the latter had
8. The other instance of a small form of words, in which dwells, not an immortal only, but a divine spirit, is that prayer which our Saviour taught his disciples.El How many millions and millions of times has that prayer been preferred by Chris. tians of all denominations! So wide, indeed, is the sound thereof gone forth, that daily, and almost without intermission, from the ends of the earth, and afar off upon the sea, it is ascending to heaven like incense and a pure offering; nor needs it the gift of prophecy to foretell, that, though “ heaven and earth shall pass away," these words of our blessed 16 Lord “ shall not pass away," till every petition in it has been answered, till the kingdom of God shall come, and his will be done in earth as it is in heaven.
LXXI. — THE PUFFERS. 1. A PIOUS Brahmin, it is written, made a vow that on a certain day he would sacrifice a sheep; and on the appointed morning he went forth to buy one. There lived in his neighborhood three rogues who knew of his vow, and laid a scheme for profiting by it. The first met him and said, “0, Brahmin, wilt thou buy a sheep? I have one fit for sacrifice.” — “ It is for that very purpose,” said the holy man, “ that I came forth this day.”
2. Then the impostor opened a bag, and brought out of it an unclean beast, an ugly dog, lame and blind. Thereon the Brahmin cried out, “ Wretch, who touchest things impure, and utterest things untrue! callest thou that cur a sheep?” — “ Truly," answered the other, “it is a sheep of the finest fleece and of the sweetest flesh. O, Brahmin, it will be an offering most accept able to the gods.” — “Friend,” said the Brahmin, .either thou or I must be blind.”
3. Just then one of the accom'plices came up. “Praised be the gods," said this second rogue, “ that I have been saved the trouble of going to the market for a sheep! This is such a sheep as I wanted. For how much wilt thou sell it?" When the Brahmin heard this, bis mind waved to and fro, like one swinging in the air at a holy festival. “Sir," said he to the new comer, “take heed what thou dost; this is no sheep, but an unclean cur.” — “0, Brahmin," said the new comer, “thou art drunk or mad.”
4. At this time the third confed'erate drew near. “Let us ask this man,” said the Brahmin, " what the creature is, and I
will stand by what he shall say.” To this the others agreed, and the Brahmin called out, “ O, stranger, what dost thou call this beast ?” “Surely, 0, Brahmin,” said the knave, “it is a fine sheep.”
5. Then the Brahmin said, “Surely the gods have taken away iny senses ; ” and he asked pardon of him who carried the dog, and bought it for a measure of rice and a pot of ghee,52 and offered it up to the gods, who, being wroth at this unclean sacri fice, smote him with a sore disease in all his joints.3
6. Thus, or nearly thus, if we remember rightly, runs the story of the Sanscritei Æsop.Et The moral, like the moral of every fables that is worth the telling, lies on the surface. The writer evidently means to caution us against the practices of puffers, — a class of people who have more than once talked the public into the most absurd errors.
7. It is amusing to think over the history of most of the pub lications which have had a run during the last few years. The publisher is often the publisher of some periodical work. In this periodical work the first flourish of trumpets is sounded. The peal is then echoed and reëchoed by all the other periodical works over which the publisher, or the author, or the author's cotërie, El may have any influence.
8. The newspapers are for a fortnight filled with puffs of all the various kinds which Sheridan has recounted, — direct, oblique, and collusive. Sometimes the praise is laid on thick, for simple-minded people. “Pathetic," "sublime,” “ splendid,” " graceful, brilliant wit,” “ exquisite humor,""* and other phrases equally flattering, fall in a shower as thick and as sweet as the sugar-plums at a Roman carnival.
9. Sometimes greater art is used. A sinëcureki has been offered to the writer if he would suppress his work, or if he would even soften down a few of his incom'parable portraits. A distinguished military and political character has challenged the inimitable sătirist of the vices of the great; and the puffer is glad to learn that the parties have been bound over to keep the peace.
10. Sometimes it is thought expedient that the puffer should put on a grave face, and utter his på nëgyr’ices in the form of admonition! “ Such attacks on private character cannot be too much condemned. Even the exubërant wit of our author, and the irresistible power of his withering sarcasm, are no excuse for that utter disregard which he manifests for the feelings of others.”
11. That people who live by personal slander should practise these arts is not surprising. Those who stoop to write calumni. ous books may well stoop to puff them ; – and that the basest of
all trades should be carried on in the basest of all manners, is quite proper, and as it should be. But how any man who has the least self-respect, the least regard for his own personal dige nity, can condescend to persecute the public with this rag-fa ir importunity, we do not understand.
12. Extreme poverty may, indeed, in some degree, be an excuse for employing these shifts, as it may be an excuse for steal. ing a leg of mutton. But we really think that a man of spirit and delicacy would quite as soon satisfy his wants in the one way as in the other.
LXXII. - IIYMN OF THE HEBREW MAID.
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful guide, in sinoke and flame.
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column’s glow.
And trump and timbrell answered keen;
With priest's and warrior's voice between.
Forsaken Israel wanders lone :
And Thou hast left them to their own.
3. But, - present still, though now unseen!
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
To temper the deceitful ray.
In shade and storin the frequent night,
A burning and a shining light!
4. Our harps we left by Babelig: streams,
The tyrant's jest, the Gentile'sEl scorn ;
And mute are timbrel, harp, and horn ;
The flesh of rams, I will not prize ;
Are mine accepted sacrifice.
LXXIII. — THE BRAVE MAN. 1. Loud let the Brave Man's praises swell
As organ blast, or clang of bell ! El
He asks not gold, — he asks but song!
2. The thaw-wind came from the southern sea,
Dewy and dark o'er Italy ;.
As flies the flock before the wolf";
3. The snow-drifts melt, till the mountain calls
With the voice of a thousand water-falls;
Still doth the land-flood wax and swell;
4. On pillars stout, and arches wide,
A bridge of granite stems the tide ;
Upon the bridge the toll-house stood ,
5. Near and more near the wild waves urge ;
Loud howls the wind, loud roars the surge ;
And he gazed on the waves in their gathering might “ All-merciful God! to our sins be good! We are lost! we are lost! The flood! the flood !”
6. High rolled the waves! In headlong track
Hither and thither dashed the wrack!
Scarce on their base the arches stood !
7. High henves the food-wreck, -- block on block
The sturdy pillars feel the shock;
On either side the arches shake.