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their impression irresistible. Polite, affable, insinuating, sprightly and capable of speaking and of writing with equal ease and dignity; sudden, however, and violent30 in all her attachments, because she had been accustomed from her infancy to be treated as a queen; no stranger, on some occasions, to dissimulation, which, in that perfidious court where she received her education," was reckoned among the necessary arts of government; not insensible of flattery, or unconscious of that pleasure with which almost every woman beholds the influence of her own beauty; formed with the qualities" that we love, not with the talents that we admire,— she was an agreeable woman, rather than an illustrious queen. No man, says Brantome, ever beheld her person without admiration or love, or will read her history without sorrow.

5. Last Moments Of Annison. Macaulay.

The last moments of Addison were perfectly serene. His interview with his son-in-law is universally known. "See," ho said, " how a Christian can die!" The piety of Addison was, m truth, of a singularly cheerful character. The feeling which predominates in all his devotional writings is gratitude. God was to him the all-wise and all-powerful Friend, who had watched over his cradle with more than maternal tenderness; who had listened to his cries before they could form themselves in prayer; who had preserved his youth from the snares of vice; who had made his cup run over with worldly blessings; and who had doubled the value of those blessings by bestowing a thankful heart to enjoy them, and dear friends to partake them; who had rebuked the waves of the Ligurian Gulf, had purified the autumnal air of the Campagna," and had restrained the avalanches of Mount Cenis.

Of the Psalms, his favorite was that which represents the Ruler of all things under the endearing image of a shepherd whose crook guides the flock safe through gloomy and desolate glens, to meadows well watered and rich with herbage.54 On that goodness to which he ascribed all the happiness of his life he relied in the hour of death, with the love that casteth out fear. He died on the seventeenth of June, 1719. He had just entered on his forty-eighth year.

6. Lorn Chatham In Parliament. Hazlitl.

He controlled the purposes of others, because he was strong iu his own ob'durate self-will. He convinced his followers, by never doubting himself. He did not argue but assert; he took what ne cLose for gTanted, instead of making a question of it. Ht was not a dealer in moot-points." He seized on some stronghold in the argument, and held it fast with a convulsive grasp, or wrested the weapons out of his adversaries' hands by main force, lie entered the lists like a gladiator. He made political controversy a combat of personal skill and courage, fie was not for wasting time in long-winded discussions with his oppo'nents, but tried to disarm them by a word, or by a glance of his eye, so that they should not dare to contradict or confront him again. He did not wheedle, or palliate," or circumvent, or make a studied appeal to the reason or the passions. He dictated his opinions to the House of Commons. "He spoke as one having authority, and not as the Scribes."

But if he did not produce such an effect either by reason or imagination, how did he produce it? The principle by which he exerted his influence over others (and it is a principle of which some speakers that I might mention seem not to have an idea, even in possibility) was sympathy. He himself evidently had a strong possession of his subject, a thorough conviction, an intense interest; and this communicated itself from his manner, from the tones of his voice, from his commanding attitudes, and eager gestures, instinctively and unavoidably to his hearers. His will was surcharged with electrical matter like a Volta'ic" battery; and all who stood within its reach felt the full force of the shock. Zeal" will do more than knowledge. To say the truth, there is, in his speeches, little knowledge, — no ingenuity, no parade of individual details, not much attempt at general argument, neither wit nor fancy, — but there are a few plain truths told home; whatever he says, he does.

7. Lorn Chatham As Secretary or State. Grattan.

The Secretary stood alone. Modern degeneracy had not reached him. Original and unaccommodating, the features of his character had the hardihood of antiquity. His august mind overawed majesty; and one of his sovereigns thought royalty so impaired in his presence, that he conspired to remove him in order to be relieved from his superiority. No state chica'nery," no narrow systems of vicious politics, no idle contest for ministerial victories, sank him to the vulgar level of the great; but, overbearing, persuasive, and impracticable, his object was England, his ambition was fame. Without dividing, he destroyed party; without corrupting, he made a venal age unanimous France sank beneath him; with one hand he smote the house of Bourbon, and wielded in the other the democracy of England.

8. Edmund Burke.

He habitually recurred to principles. he was a scientific Statesman. While other statesmen saw nothing but the object of the hour, he loved to let his imagination play on the future glories of America. His visions have all been, even in the period of less than a century, almost literally fulfilled. He delighted in contem'plating those brave descendants of Englishmen, who had Bought in the American wilderness a place of refuge where they might worship God in the way that their hearts and minds most approved, fie exulted in their flourishing condition, in the increase of their wealth, their commerce, and their numbers. He pictured them reaping their golden harvests, throwing the harpoon on the coast of Africa, and penetrating amid icebergs into "Hudeon's Bay " and "Davis's Straits."

He was a writer of the first class, and excelled in almost every kind of composition. In his mind political principles were r.ot objects of barren speculation. Wisdom in him was always practical. Whatever his understanding adopted as truth made its way to his heart, and sank deep into it; and his ardent and generous feelings seized with promptitude every occasion of applying it to mankind. "His knowledge of history,'" says Grattan, "amounted to a power of foretelling; and when he perceived the wild work that was doing in France, that great political physician, intelligent of symptoms, distinguished between the ac'cess of fever and the force of health; and what other men conceived to be the vigor of her constitution he knew to be no more than the paroxysm of her madness; and then, prophet-like, he pronounced the destinies of France, and in his prophetic fury ad monished nations."

CXV. — MARY STUART AND HER MOURNER.*

The world is full of life and love; the world methinks might spare,
From millions, one to watch above the dust of monarchs there.
And not one human eye ! —yet, lo! what stirs the funeral pall?
What sound — it is not human woe wails moaning through the hall

* Mary Stuart, Queon of Soots, perished on the scaffold, Feb. S, 1587, hi the forty-fifth year of her age. Her mortal remains were taken trom her weeping servants and left unwatched and unattended, excopt by a poor little lap-dog, which could not be induced to quit the body of its mistress. Tha faithful animal was found dead two days afterwards. In apostrophizing Queen Elizabeth as the " Semiramis^' of England," the poet alludes to hei remorse for signing the death-warrant of Mary Stuart, and to the fact that ner own death was wanting in the consolations of a conscience void of offence.

Close by the form mankind desert, one thing a vigil keeps;

More near and near to that still heart it wistful, wondering creeps

It gazes on those glazed eyes, it hearkens for a breath;

It does not know that kindness dies, and love departs from death.

It fawns as fondly as before upon that iey hand;

And hears from lips that speak no more the voice that can command

To that poor fool, alone on earth, no matter what had been
The pomp, the fall, the guilt, the worth, the dead was still a Queen
With eyes that horror could not scare, it watched the senseless clay,
Crouched on the breast of death, and there moaned its fond life away,
And when the bolts discordant clashed, and human steps drew nigh,
The human pity shrank abashed before that faithful eye;
It seemed to gaze with such rebuke on thdse who could forsake,
Then turned to watch once more the look, and strive the sleep to wake.
They raised the pall, they touched the dead; a cry, and both were
stilled,

Alike the soul that hate had sped, the life that love had killed.

Semir'amis of England, hail! thy crime secures thy sway;
But when thine eyes shall scan the tale those hireling scribes convey
When thou shalt read, with late remorse, how one poor slave was found
Beside thy butchered rival's corse, the headless and discrowned,
Shall not thy soul foretell thine own unloved, expiring hour,
When those who kneel around the throne shall fly the falling tower;
When thy great heart shall silent break; when thy sad eyes shall
strain

Through vacant space, one thing to seek, one thing that loved — in vain 1

Though round thy parting pangs of pride shall priest and noble crowd. More worth the grief that mourned beside thy victim's gory shroud!

SIR E. BULWEK LYTTON.

CXVI. — CONVERSATION SPOILERS.

1. Though Nature weigh our talents, and dispense
To every man his mod'icum" of sense,

And conversation, in its better part,
May be esteemed a gift, and not an art,
Yet much depends, as in the tiller's toil,
On culture and the sowing of the soil.
Words learned by rote a parrot may rehearse,
But talking'2' is not always to converse;
Not more distinct from harmony divine
The constant creaking of a country sign.

2. Yc powers, who rule the tongue, — if such there are. —
And make colloquial happiness your care,

Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate
A du'el in the form of a debate.
Vociferated logic kills me quite;
A noisy man is always in the right:
I twirl my thumbs, fall back into my chair,
Fix on the wainscot" a distressful stare,
And, when I hope his blunders are all out,
Reply discreetly, "To be sure — no doubt!"

3 Dubius is such a scrupulous, good man —
Yes — you may catch him tripping, if you can.
He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own;
With hesitation admirably slow,
He-humbly54 hopes — presumes — it may be so.
His evidence, if he were called by law10'
To swear to some enormity he saw,
For want of prominence and just relief,
Would hang an honest man, and save a thief.
Through constant dread of giving truth offenoa
He ties up all his hearers in suspense;
Knows what he knows as if he knew it not;
What he remembers seems to have forgot;
His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall,
Centring, at last, in having none at all.

4. A story in which native humor54 reigns
Is often useful, always entertains;
A graver fact, enlisted on your side,
May furnish illustration, well applied;
But sed'entary weavers of long tales
Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails.
'T is the most asinine" employ on earth
To hear them tell of parentage and birth,
And echo conversations, dull and dry,
Embellished with, " He said," and " So said I."
At every interview their route" the same,
The repetition makes attention lame;
We bustle up, with unsuccessful speed,
And, in the saddest part, cry, " Droll, indeed!"

cowrEK

CXVII. — THE YOUTH OP WASHINGTON.

1. Just as Washington was passing from boyhood to youth, the enterprise and capital of Virginia were seeking a new field for exercise and investment, in the unoccupied public domain beyond the mountains. The business of a surveyor immediately became one of great importance and trust, for no surveys82 were

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