Faint was the flush of anger and of shame,

That o'er the cheek of conscious beauty came; • You censure not, said she, the Sun's bright rays, • When fools imprudent dare the dangerous gaze; And should a stripling look till he were blind, You would not justly call the light unkind; But is he dead? and am I to suppose

The power of poison in such looks as those?' She spoke, and, pointing to the mirror, cast A pleas'd gay glance, and curtsy'd as she pass'd.

My Lord, to whom the Poet's fate was told Was much affected, for a man so cold;

• Dead!' said his Lordship, run distracted, mad! Upon my soul I'm sorry for the lad;

And now, no doubt, th' obliging world will say, That my harsh usage help'd him on his way; What! I suppose, I should have nurs'd his muse, And with champagne have brighten'd up his views; Then had he made me fan'd my whole life long, And stunn'd my ears with gratitude and song.

Still should the Father hear that I regret

Our joint misfortune-Yes! I'll not forget.'—

Thus they :-The Father to his grave convey'd The Son he lov'd, and his last duties paid.

'There lies my Boy,' he cried, ' of care bereft, And, Heav'n be prais'd, I've not a genius left:

No one among ye, Sons! is doom'd to live

On high-rais'd hopes of what the great may give; • None, with exalted views and fortunes mean, To die in anguish, or to live in spleen : Your pious Brother soon escap'd the strife Of such contention, but it cost his life; You then, my Sons, upon yourselves depend, And in your own exertions find the friend.'

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TALE VI.

THE FRANK COURTSHIP.

Yes, faith, it is my Cousin's duty to make a curtesy, and say, "Father, as it please you;" but for all that, Cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtesy and say, "Father, as it pleases me." Much Ado about Nothing, Act II. Scene 1.

He cannot flatter, he!

An honest mind and plain-he must speak truth.

King Lear, Act II. Scene 2.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, you nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.

Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1.

What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true;
Am I contemn'd for pride and scorn so much?

Much Ado about Nothing, Act II. Scene 1