"Or I had hurl'd the shame and vengeance due,
"On him the guide of that infuriate crew;
"But to mine eyes, such dreadful looks appear'd,
"Such mingled yell of lying words I heard,
"That I conceiv'd around were dæmons all,
"And till I fled the house, I fear'd its fall."

"Oh! could our Country from our coasts expel "Such foes? to nourish those who wish her well: "This her mild laws forbid, but we may still "From us eject them by our sovereign will; "This let us do."-He said, and then began A gentler feeling for the Silent Man; Ev'n in our Hero's mighty soul arose A touch of pity for experienc'd woes; But this was transient, and with angry eye He sternly look'd, and paus'd for a reply.

'Twas then the Man of many Words would speakBut, in his trial, had them all to seek :

To find a friend he look'd the circle round,

But joy or scorn in every feature found;

He sipped his wine, but in those times of dread
Wine only adds confusion to the head;

In doubt he reason'd with himself- And how
• Harangue at night, if I be silent now?'
From pride and praise receiv'd, he sought to draw
Courage to speak, but still remain'd the awe;

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One moment rose he with a forc'd disdain,
And then abash'd, sunk sadly down again;
While in our Hero's glance he seem'd to read,
"Slave and insurgent! what hast thou to plead?"-

By desperation urg'd he now began:

I seek no favour-I-the Rights of Man!

‹ Claim; and I—nay !—but give me leave-and I
Insist-a man-that is--and in reply,

I speak.'- -Alas! each new attempt was vain :
Confus'd he stood, he sate, he rose again;
At length he growl'd defiance, sought the door,
Curs'd the whole synod, and was seen no more.

"Laud we," said Justice Bolt, "the Powers above; "Thus could our speech the sturdiest foe remove." Exulting now he gain'd new strength of fame, And lost all feelings of defeat and shame.

"He dar'd not strive, you witness'd-dar'd not lift "His voice, nor drive at his accursed drift: "So all shall tremble, wretches who oppose "Our Church or State-thus be it to our foes."

He spoke, and, seated with his former air, Look'd his full self, and fill'd his ample chair; Took one full bumper to each favourite cause, And dwelt all night on politics and laws,

With high applauding voice, that gain'd him high applause.

TALE II.

THE PARTING HOUR.

I did not take my leave of him, but had

Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him would think of him, at certain hours,

How

Such thoughts and such;-or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set

Betwixt two charming words-comes forth my father.-
Cymbeline, Act I. Scene 4.

Grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with Time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures o'er my face.

Comedy of Errors, Act V. Scene 1.

Oh! if thou be the same Egean, speak,
And speak unto the same Emilia.

Comedy of Errors, Act V. Scene 5.

I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish years
To the very moment when she bad me tell it,
Wherein I spake of most disasterous chances,
Of moving accident by fire and flood,

Of being taken by th' insolent foe
And sold to slavery.

Othello, Act I. Scene 3.

An old man, broken with the storms of fate,
Is come to lay his weary bones among you;
Give him a little earth for charity.

Henry VIII, Act IV. Scene 2.