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4. Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround,
Upheld by thee, by thee inspired with breath
And beautifully mingled life and death!
So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from thee; And as the spangles in the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the păgeantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise.
5. A million torches, lighted by thy hand,
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss ;
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
A glorious company of golden streams ?
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams! But thou to these art as the noon to night.
6. Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
All this magnificence in thee is lost;
And what am I, then? Heaven's unnumbered hos? Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed
In all the glory of sublimest thought,
Against thy greatness, — is a cipher brought
7. Naught! But the effluence of thy light divine,
Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too ;
As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.33
Even to the throne of thy divinity.
8. Thou art! directing, guiding all. Thou art !
Direct my understanding, then, to thee;
Though but an atom ’mid immensity,
I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth,
Close to the realms where ängels have their hirth
9. The chain of being is complete in me ;
In me is matter's last gradation lost;
I can command the lightning, and am dust!
Whence came I here, and how? so marvellously
Lives surely through some higher energy!
10. Creator, yes! thy wisdom and thy word
Created me! thou Source of life and good !
Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitudo,
O'er the abyss of death, and băde it wear
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,60
11. O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest!
Though worthless our conceptions all of thee,
And waft its homage to thy Deity.
Thus seek thy presence, Being wise and good!
DERZHAVIN, TRANSLATED BY BOWRING,
. LXVII. — EXPRESSION IN READING.
'Tis modulation 117 that must charm the ear.
2. That voice all modes of passion can express
Which marks the proper word with proper stress ;
3. Some o'er the tongue the labored measures roll
Slow and deliberate as the parting toll ;
All affectation but creates disgust,
4. In vain for them the pleasing measure flows,
Whose recitation runs it all to prose;
5 Some plăcid natures fill the allotted scene
With lifeless drone, insipid and serene ;
6. More nature oft and finer strokes are shown
In the low whisper than tempestuous tone :
7. He who in earnest studies o'er his part
Will find true nature cling about his heart.
In the white handkerchief and mournful drawl | A single look more marks the internal woe
Than all the windings of the lengthened O!
LXVIII. — THE RETURN OF THE DOVE.
When o’er the wide waters the Dove flew away,
2 When Peace has departed the care-stricken breast,
And the feet of the weary one languish for rest;
Reliance on God is the Dove to our Ark,
LXIX. — THE COMPLAINT OF A STOMACH.
1. BEING allowed for once to speak, I would fain take the opnor. tunity to set forth how ill, in all respects, we stomachs are used. From the beginning to the end of life, we are either afflicted with too little or too much, or not the right thing, or things which are horribly disagreeable to us; or are otherwise thrown into a state of discomfort. I do not think it proper to take up a moment in bewailing the Too Little, for that is an evil which is never the fault12 of our masters, but rather the result of their misfortunes; and indeed we would sometimes feel as if it were a relief from other kinds of distress, if we were put upon short allowance for a few days. But we conceive ourselves to have matter for a true bill against mankind in respect of the Too Much, which is always a voluntarily-incurred evil.
2. What a pity that in the progʻress of discovery we can not establish some means of a good understanding between mankind and their stomachs; for really the effects of their non-acquaintance are most vexatious. Human beings seem to be, to this day, completely in the dark as to what they ought to take at any time, and err almost as often from ignorance as from depraved appetite. Sometimes, for instance, when we of the inner house are rather weakly, they will send us down an article that we only could deal with when in a state of robust health. Sometimes, when we would require mild semi-farinaceous or vegetable diet, they will persist in all the most stimulating and irritating of viands.
3. What sputtering we poor stomachs have when mistakes of that kind occur! What remarks we indulge in, regarding our masters! “ What's this, now ?” will a stomach-genius say; “ah, detestable stuff! What a ridiculous fellow that man is! Will he never learn? Just the very thing I did not want. If he would only send down a bowl of fresh leek soup, or barley broth, there would be some sense in it:” and so on. If we had only been allowed to give the slightest hint now and then, liko faithful servants as we are, from how many miseries might w have saved both our masters and ourselves !
4. I have been a stomach for about forty years, during all of which time I have endeavored to do my duty faithfully and puno
tually. My master, however, is so reckless, that I would defy any stomach of ordinary ability and capacity to get along please anily with him. The fact is, like almost all other men, he, in his eating and drinking, considers his own pleasure only, and never once reflects on the poor wretch who has to be responsible for the disposal of everything down stairs. Scarcely on any day does he fail to exceed the strict rule of temperance; nay, there is scarcely a single meal which is altogether what it ought to be, either in its constituents or its general amount. My life is therefore one of continual worry and fret; I am never off the drudge from morning till night, and have not a moment in the four-and-twenty hours that I can safely call my own.
5. My greatest trial takes place in the evening, when my master has dined. If you only saw what a mess this said dinner is, - soup, fish, flesh, fowl, ham, curry, rice, potatoes, table-beer, sherry, tart, pudding, cheese, bread, all mixed up together. I am accustomed to the thing, so don't feel much shocked; but my master himself would faint at the sight. The slave of dūty in all circumstances, I call in my friend Gastric Juice, Ei and to it we set, with as much good-will as if we had the most agreeable task in the world before us. But, unluckily, my master has an impression very firmly fixed upon him that our business is apt to be vastly promoted by an hour or two's drinking, so he continues at table amongst his friends, and pours me down some bottle and a half of wine, perhaps of various sorts, that bothers Gastric Juice and me to a degree which no one can have any conception of.
6. In fact, this said wine undoes our work almost as fast as we do it, besides blinding and poisoning us poor genii into the bargain. On many occasions I am obliged to give up my task for the time altogether ; for while this vīnous shower is going on I would defy the most vigorous stomach in the world to make any advance in its business worth speaking of. Sometimes things go to a much greater length than at others; and my master will paralyze us in this manner for hours, — not always, indeed, with wine, but occasionally with punch, one ingredient of which the lemon- is particularly odious to us ministers of the interior. All this time I can hear him jollifying away at a great rate, drinking healths to his neighbors, and ruining his own.
7. I am a lover of early hours — as are my brethren generally. To this we are very much disposed by the extremely hard work which we usually undergo during the day. About ten o'clock, having, perhaps, at that time, got all our labors past, and feeling fatigued and exhausted, we like to sink into repose, not to be again disturbed till next morning at breakfast-timo. Well how it may be with others I can't tell; but so it is, that