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tried to enliven the dreary journey they were performing together by little attempts at cheerfulness, and at length succeeded in winning a smile from her fellow-sufferer.
5. A colossal statue of Liberty, composed of clay, like the liberty of the time, then stood in the middle of the Place" de la Concorde, on the spot now occupied by the Obelisk; the scaffold was erected beside this statue. Upon arriving there, Madame Roland descended from the cart in which she had been conveyed. Just as the executioner had seized her arm to enable her to be the first to mount to the guillotine, she displayed an instance of that noble and tender consideration for others, which only a woman's heart could conceive, or put into practice at such a moment. "Stay!'' said she, momentarily resisting the man's grasp. "I have one only favor to ask, and that is not for myself; I beseech you grant it me." Then, turning to the old man, she said, "Do you precede me to the scaffold; to see my blood flow would be making you suffer the bitterness of death twice over. I must spare you the pain of witnessing my punishment." The executioner allowed this arrangement to be made.
6. With what sensibility and firmness must the mind have been imbued which could, at such a time, forget its own sufferings, to think only of saving one pang to an unknown old man! and how clearly does this one little trait attest the heroic calmness with which this celebrated woman met her death! After the execution of Lamarche, which she witnessed without changing color, Madame Roland stepped lightly up to the scaffold, and, bowing before the statue of Liberty, as though to do homage to a power for whom she was about to die, exclaimed, "O, Liberty! Liberty! how many crimes are committed in thy name!" She then resigned herself to the hands of the executioner, and in a few seconds her head fell into the basket placed to receive it.
CXXXVIII.—WHAT A COMMON MAN MAY SAY.
1. I Am lodged in a house that affords me conveniences and comforts which even a king could not command »ome centuries ago. There are ships crossing the seas in every direction, some propelled by steam and some by the wind, to bring what is useful to me from all parts of the earth. In China, men arc gathering the tea-ieaf for me; in the Southern States, they are planting cotton for me; in the West India Islands, and in Brazil, they are preparing my sugar and my coffee; in Italy, they are feeding wlk-wonns for me; at home, they are shearing sheep to make me clothing powetful steam-engines are spinning and weaving for me, and making cutlery for me, and pumping the mines, that minerals useful to me may be procured.
2. My patrimony was small, yet I have locomotive engines running, day and night, on all the railroads, to carry my correspondence. I have canals to bring the coal for my winter fire. Then I have telegraphic lines, which tell me what has happened a thousand miles off, the same day of its occurrence; which flash a message for me in a minute to the bedside of a sick relative hundreds of miles distant; and I have-editors and printers who daily send me an account of what is going on throughout the world, amongst all these people who serve inc. By the daguerreotype I procure in a few seconds a perfect likeness of myself or friend, drawn without human touch, by the simple agency of light.
3. And then, in a corner of my house, I have books! — the miracle of all my possessions, more wonderful than the wishingcap of the Arabian Tales; for they transport me instantly not only to all places, but to all times. By my books I can con'jure up before me, to vivid existence, all the great and good men of old; and, for my own private satisfaction, I can make them act over again the most renowned of all their exploits. In a word, from the equator to the pole, and from the beginning of time until now, by my books I can be where I please.
4. This picture is not overcharged, and might be much extended; such being the miracle of God's goodness and providence, that each individual of the civilized millions that cover the earth may have nearly the same enjoyments as if he were the single lord of all!
CXXXIX. — STRONG DRINK MAKETH MEN FOOLS.
1. Tnis gentleman and I
Passed but just now by your next neighbor's house,
TKat their unsteadfast footing did proceed
2 This conceived,
Each one begins to apprehend the danger,
And to look out for safety. Fly, saith one
Up to the main-top and discover. He
Climbs by the bed-post to the tester," there
Reports a turbulent sea and tempest towards,*3
And wills them, if they '11 save their ship and lives,
To cast their lading overboard. At this,
All fell to work, and hoist into the street,
As to the sea, what next comes to their hand —
Stools, tables, tressels, trenchers, bedsteads, cups,
Pots, plate, and glasses.
3. Here a fellow whistles —
They take him for the boatswain ;ra one lies struggling
Upon the floor, as if he(swam for life;
A third takes the bass-viol for a cock-boat,
Sits in the hollow on't, labors and rows, —
His oar, the stick with which the fiddler played;
A fourth bestrides his fellow, thinking to escape,
As did Arion," on the dolphin's back,
Still fumbling on a gittern." The rude multitude,
Watching without, and gaping for the spoil
Cast from the windows, went by the ears about it.
4. The constable is called to atone1' the broil;
Of imminent shipwreck, enters the house, and finds them
In this confusion; they adore his staff,
And think it Neptune's" trident; and that he
Comes with his Tritons" (so they call his watch)
To calm the tempest, and appease the waves ; —
And at this point we left them. T. Hetwood.
• There are well-authenticated instances of singing-birds that have dropped down dead in the apparent effort to emulate the music produced from some instrument.
Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts,
2. A sound of music touched mine ears, or rather,
This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon'his lute,
3. A nightingale,
Nature's best-skilled musician, undertakes
The challenge; and for every several strain
The well-shaped youth could touch, she sang him down
He could not run divisions with more art
Upon his quaking mstrument than she,
The nightingale, did with her various notes
Reply to. *
4. Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last
Whom art had never taught cliffs," moods, or notes
5. The bird (ordained to be v
And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness
6 He looked upon the trophies of his art,
Then sighed, then wiped his eyes; then sighed and cried,
Shall never more betray a harmless peace
CXLI. — POETRY OF THE SEASONS.
1. The Tardy Spring.— Whittier.
We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south,
2. The Blue-bird's Song. — A. B. Street.
Hark, that sweet carol! With delight
We leave the stifling room;
Spring, glorious Spring, has" come!
Are leaping off in showers; . t
And Nature, in her brightening looks,
3 The Delights Of Spring. — Mary Howitt.
The Spring, e is a blessed thing,
She is the mother of the flowers;