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littk- — the only thing, I think, that I need now improve myself in. And then there are my Italian songs! which everybody allows I sing with taste; and, as it is what so few people can pretend to, I am particularly glad that I can.
12. "My drawings are universally admired, — especially the Bhells and flowers, which are beautiful certainly: besides this, I have a decided taste in all kinds of fancy ornaments. And then my dancing and waltzing, in which our master himself owned that he could take me no further ; — just the figure for it, certainly! it would be unpardonable if I did not excel.
13. "As to common things, — geography, and history, and poetry, and philosophy, — thank my stars, I have got through them all! so that I may consider myself not only perfectly accomplished, but also thoroughly well informed. — Well, to be sure, how much I have fagged through ! — the only wonder is, that one head can contain it all!" Jane Tavlor.
XVIII. — THE POOR EXILE.
1. Mat Heaven guide the poor exile !8' He goes wandering over the earth. I have passed through various countries; their inhabitants have seen me, and I have seen them; but we have not known each other. The exile is everywhere alone! When at the decline of day I saw the smoke of some cottage rise from the bosom of a valley, I said, "Happy is he who returns at evening to his fireside, and seats himself among those he loves!" The exile is everywhere alone!
2. Whence come those clouds driven by the storm? It drives me along like them. But what matters it? The exile is everywhere alone! Those trees are noble, those flowers are beautiful; but they are not the flowers nor the trees of my country; to me they say nothing. The exile is everywhere alone! That stream flows gently over the meadow, but its murmur is not that which my childhood heard. To me it recalls no remembrances. The exile is everywhere alone!
3. Those songs are sweet; but the sorrows and the joys which they awake are not my sorrows nor my joys. The exile is everywhere alone! I have been asked. " Why weepest thou?" but when I have told, no one has wept; for no one understood me. The exile is everywhere alone! I have seen old men surrounded by children, as the olive by its branches; but none of those old men called me his son, none of those children called me his brother. The exile is everywhere alone.
4. I have seen young girls smile, with a smile as pure as the dawn, on him they had chosen for a husband; but not one smiled on me. The exile is everywhere alone! I have seen yvung men- heart to heart, embrace each other, as if they wished to have only one existence; but not one pressed my hand. Tks exile is everywhere alone! There are friends, wives, fathers, brothers, only in one's own country. The exile is everywhere alcne!
5. Poor exile! cease to lament. Every one is banished like thyself; every one beholds father, mother, wife, friend, pass away aud vanish. Our country is not here below; man seeks for it here in vain; that which he mistakes for it is only a restingplace for a night. Heaven guide the poor exile! He goea wandering over the earth. Lamennais
XIX. — THE SEASONS.
When Spring comes with suns :ind showers,
Buds and flowern.
When the glowing Summer's born,
Hay and corn
When mild suns in Autumn shine,
Fruit and wino
4. When gray Winter comes, what glow
Ice and wnuv,
5. Hay and corn and buds and flowers,
(J Spring blows, Summer glows,
7. Come, then, friends, thoir praises sound;
Time makes ripe, and Time makes wise. jcHOTnL.
1. 2. 3.
XX. — THOUGHT AND DEED.
1. Full many a light thought man may cherish,
Full many an idle deed may do;
2. When by the wind the tree is shaken,91
There's not a bough or leaf can fall,
3. The tree may fall and be forgotten,
And buried in the earth remain;
4. The world is with creation teeming,
And nothing ever wholly dies;
5. And nature still unfolds the tissue
With blessing or with evil fraught.
6. And thou mayst seem to leave behind thee
XXI. — THOUGHTS TO DWELL ON.
The mere lapse of years is not life. To eat, and drink., and sleep; to be exposed to darkness and the light; to pace around the mill of habit and turn the wheel103 of wealth; to make reason our book-keeper, and turn thought into an implement of trade,1" —this is not life. In all this, but a poor fraction of the consciousness of humanity is awakened; and the sanctities still slumber which make it most worth while to be.
Knowledge, truth, love, beauty, goodness, faith, alone give vitality to the mechanism97 of existence The laugh of mirth which vibrates through the heart; the tears which freshen91 the dry wastes within; the music which brings childhood back; the
prayer that calls the future near; the doubt which makes us meditate; the death which startles us with mystery; the hardships that force us to struggle; the anxiety that ends in trust, these are the true nourishments91 of our natural being.
2. — Enduring Influence Of Human Actions.
We see not in life the end of human actions. The influence never dies. In ever widening circle it reaches beyond the grave. Death removes us from this to an eternal world; time determines what shall be our condition in that world. Every morning, when we go forth, we lay the moulding hand on our destiny; and every evening, when we have done, we have left a deathless impression upon our character. We touch not a wire but vibrates in eternity — a voice but reports at the Throne of God. Let youth especially think of these things; and let every one remember that in this world character is in its formationstate — it is a serious thing to think, to speak, to act.
3. — Now.
"Now" is the constant syllable ticking from the clock of time. "Now " .is the watch-word of the wise. "Now " is on the banner of the prudent. Let us keep this little word always in our mind; and, whenever anything presents itself to us in the shape of work, whether mental or physical, let us do it with all our might, remembering that "Now " is the only time for us. It is indeed a sorry way to get through the world by putting off a duty till to-morrow, saying, "Then I will do it." No! this will never answer. "Now " is ours; "then " may never be.
4. — Fidelitv In Little Things.
Great virtues35 are rare; the occasions for them are very rare: and, when they do occur, we are prepared for them; we are excited by the grandeur of the sacrifice; we are supported either by the splendor of the deed in the eyes of the world, or by the eelf-complacency that we experience from the performance of an ,uncommon action. Little things are unforeseen; they return every moment, they come in contact with our pride, our indo lence,91 our haughtiness, our readiness to take offence; they contradict our inclinations perpetually. It is, however, only by fidelity in little things that a true and constant love to God etc be distinguished from a passing fervor of spirit.
5.—Imperceptible Formation Of Habits,
Like flakes of snow that fall unperceived upon the earth, the soomingly unimportant events of life succeed one another. As
the snow gathers together, so are our habits formed; no singie flake that is added to the pile produces a sensible change; no single action creates,12' however it may exhibit,54 a man's character; but, as the tempest hurls the avalanche" down the mountain, and overwhelms54 the inhabitant90 and his habitation, so passion, acting upon the elements of mischief, which pernicious habits have brought together by imperceptible accumulation, may overthrow the edifice of truth and virtue.'
6. — Kinnness Its Own Rewarn.
Good and friendly conduct may meet with an unworthy, with an ungrateful return, but the absence of gratitude95 on the part of the receiver cannot destroy the self-approbation which recompenses the giver. And we may scatter the seeds of courtesy and kindness around us at so little expense! Some of them will inevitably fall on good ground, and grow up into benevolence in the mind of others, and all of them will bear fruit of happiness in the bosom whence they spring. Once blest are all the virtues always; twice blest sometimes.
XXII.—.THE BOASTFUL SCHOLAR.
1. Professor Porson, who was a very learned31 man, of somewhat odd character and appearance, was once travelling in a stage-coach, along with several persons who did not know who he was. A young student,40 from Oxford," amused the ladies with a variety of talk, and, amongst other things, with a quotation, as he said, from Soph'6cles." A Greek quotation, and in a coach too, roused the slumbering professor from a kind of dogsleep in a snug corner of the vehicle.
2. Shaking his ears, and rubbing his eyes, "I think, young gentleman," said he, "you favored us just now with a quotation from Sophocles; I do not happen to recollect it there." "O, sir," replied our tyro," "the quotation is word for word as I have repeated it, and in Sophocles, too; but I suspect, sir, that it is some time since you were at college."
3. The professor, applying his hand to his great-coat, and taking out a small pocket edition of Sophocles, quietly asked him if he would be kind enough to show him the passage in question in that little book. After rummaging the leaves for some time, the youth replied, "Upon second thoughts, I now recollect that the passage is in Eurip'Ides."" "Then, perhaps, sir," said the professor, putting his hand again into his pocket, and handing