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Cæsar in the Senate-house, by those who are reiterating stab after stab, I would not, for this right hand, have her turn to me, and say, Et tu quoque, mi fili! And thou too, my son!He sat down. There was

a death-like stillness throughout the room for some moments; every one seemed to be slowly recovering himself, and coming gradually back to his ordinary range of thought and feeling.

CHAUNCEY A. GOODRICH.

LXXXIV. — SONNETS.

I.

TO ALEXANDER H. STEPHENS.

Last of a stalwart time and race gone by,

That simple, stately, God-appointed band,

Who wrought alone to glorify their land.
With lives built high on truth's eternity
While placemen plot, while flatterers fawn or lie,

And foul corruptions, wave on wave, expand,

I see thee rise, stainless of heart as hand, O man of Roman thought and radiant eye! Through thy frail form, there burn divinely strong

The antique virtues of a worthier day.

Thy soul is golden, if thy head be gray, No years can work that lofty nature wrong; They set to concords of ethereal song

A life grown holier on its heavenward way.

II.

OCTOBER."

The passionate summer's dead! the sky's aglow

With roseate flushes of matured desire; The winds at eve are musical and low

As sweeping chords of a lamenting lyre,

Far up among the pillared clouds of fire, Whose pomp in grand procession upward grows, With gorgeous blazonry of funereal shows,

To celebrate the summer's past renown.

Ah, me! how regally the heavens look down, O'ershadowing beautiful autumnal woods,

And harvest-fields with hoarded incense brown,
And deep-toned majesty of golden floods,

That lift their solemn dirges to the sky,
To swell the purple pomp that floateth by.

Paul H. HAYNE.

LXXXV. — MY UNCLE TOBY.

1. Corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account:

“I despaired at first,” said the corporal, “ of being able to bring back your honor any kind of intelligence concerning the poor, sick lieutenant.” “Is he in the army, then?” said my uncle Toby. “He is,” said the corporal. “ And in what regiment ?” said my uncle Toby. “I'll tell your honor,” replied the corporal,

"everything straight forwards, as I learned it.” “ Then, Trim, I'll fill another pipe,” said my uncle Toby, “and not interrupt thee till thou hast done; so sit down at thy ease, Trim, in the window-seat, and begin thy story

again.”

2. “I despaired at first,” said the corporal, “ of being able to bring back any intelligence to your honor about the lieutenant and his son; for, when I asked where his servant was, from whom I made myself sure of knowing everything which was proper to be asked” — “That's a right distinction, Trim," said my uncle Toby — “I was answered, an' please your honor, that he had no servant with him; that he had come to the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding himself unable to proceed (to join, I suppose, the regiment), he had dismissed the morning after he came.

3. “ “ If I get better, my dear,' said he, as he gave his purse to his son to pay the man, we can hire horses from hence. But, alas ! the poor gentleman will never go from hence,' said the landlady to me, “ for I heard the death-watch all night long; and, when he dies, the youth, his son, will certainly die with him; for he is broken-hearted already

4. “I was hearing this account,” continued the corporal, “when the youth came into the kitchen to order the thin toast the landlord spoke of. “But I will do it for my father myself,' said the youth. “Pray let me save you the trouble, young gentleman,' said I, taking up a fork for the purpose, and offering him my chair to sit down upon by the fire whilst I did it. “I believe,

sir,' said he, very modestly, “I can please him best myself.' 'I am sure,' said I, his honor will not like the toast the worse for being toasted by an old soldier.' The youth took hold of my hand, and instantly burst into tears.” “ Poor youth !” said my uncle Toby; “he has been bred up from an infant in the army; and the name of a soldier, Trim, sounded in his ears like the name of a friend. I wish I had him here."

5. “When I gave him the toast,” continued the corporal, “I thought it was proper to tell him I was Captain Shandy's servant, and that your honor (though a stranger) was extremely concerned for his father; and that if there was anything in your house or cellar” — “and thou mightst have added, my purse, too,” said my uncle Toby — "he was heartily welcome to it. He made

low bow (which was meant to your honor), but no answer, for his heart was full; so he went

up

stairs with the toast. 'I warrant you, my dear,' said I, as I opened the kitchen door, “your father will be well again.'

6. “When the lieutenant had taken his glass of sack and toast, he felt himself a little revived, and sent down into the kitchen to let me know that, in about ten minutes, he should be glad if I would step up stairs. “I believe,' said the landlord, “he is going to say his prayers; for there was a book laid upon the chair by his bedside, and, as I shut the door, I saw his son take up a cushion.'

“When I went up,” continued the corporal, “ into the lieutenant's room, which I did not do till the expiration of the ten minutes, he was lying in his bed with

a very

7.

his head raised upon his hand, with his elbow upon the pillow, and a clean white cambric handkerchief beside it. He did not offer to speak to me till I had walked up close to his bedside.

8. "• If you are Captain Shandy's servant,' said he, ‘you must present my thanks to your master, with my little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy to me. If he was of Levens's,' said the lieutenant. I told him your honor was. “Then,' said he, “I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him; but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honor of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me. You will tell him, however, that the person his goodnature has laid under obligations to him is one Le Fevre, a lieutenant in Angus's; but he knows me not,' said he, a second time, musing; “possibly he may know my story,' added he.

9. “ • Pray tell the captain I was the ensign at Breda, whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a musketshot, as she lay in my arms in my tent.' •I remember the story, an't please your honor,' said I, “very well.' • Do you so ?' said he, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief. I could stay no longer; so wished his honor a good-night. Young Le Fevre rose from off the bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs; and, as we went down together, told me they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join the regiment in Flanders. But alas !” said the corporal, “ the lieutenant's last day's march is over!” “ Then what is to become of his poor boy?” cried my uncle Toby.

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