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see," said the Abhot: and they went into a room that was full of old armour. Morgante examined every thing but could find nothing large enough, except a rusty breast plate, which fitted him marvellously, It had belonged to an enormous giant, who was killed there of old by Milone of Angrante. There was a painting on the wall which told the whole story, how the giant had laid cruel and long siege to the abbey, and how he had been overthrown at last by the great Milone. Orlando, seeing this said, within himself;—“Oh God, unto whom all thipgs are known, how came Milone here, who destroyed this giant?" And reading certain inscriptions which were there, he could no longer keep a firm countenance, but the tears ran down his cheeks.
When the Abbot saw Orlando weep, and his brow redden, and the light of his eyes become child-like with pity, he asked him the reason ; but finding him still dumbly affected, he continued, " I do not know whether you are overpowered by admiration of what is painted in this chamber. You must know, that I am of high descent, though not through Jawful. wedlock. I believe I may say I am nephew or sister's son to no less a man than that Rinaldo, who was so great a Paladin in the world; though my own father was not of a lawful mother. Ansuigi was his name; my own, out in the world, Chiaramonte ; and this. Milone was my father's brother. Ah, gentle baron, for blessed Jesus's sake, tell me what name is your's !” Or. lando, all glowing with affection, and bathed in tears, replied ; “My dear, Abbot and kinsman, he before you is your Orlando." Upon this, they ran for tenderness into each other's arms, weeping on both sides with a sovereign affection, which was too high to be expressed at once.
The Abbot was so overjoyed, that he seemed as if he would never have done embracing Orlando.“ By what fortune," said the knight, “ do I find you in this obscure place? Tell me, my dear father, how was it
became à monk, and did not follow arms like myself and the rest of us?”
6 It is the will of God,” replied the Abhot, hastening to give his feelings utterance.
Many and divers are the paths he points out for us, by which to arrive at his city. Some walk it with the sword, some with the pastoral staff. Nature makes the inclination different, and therefore there are different ways for them to take; enough if they all arrive safely at one and the same place, the last as well as the first. We are all pilgrims through many kingdoms: we all wish to go to Rome, Orlando; but we go picking out our journey through different roads. Such is the trouble to body and soul brought upon us by that sin of the old apple. Day and night am I here with my book in hand; day and night do you ride about, holding your sword, and sweating often both in sun and shadow; and all to get round at last to the home from which we departed :-I say, all out of anxiety and hope, to get back unto our home of old.” And the giant, hearing them talk of these things, felt the tears also.
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No. LXXVI.-WEDNESDAY, MARCH 21st, 1821.
PASSAGES FROM THE OLD DRAMATISTS, THE INDICATOR'S
FAREWELL TO HIS READERS.
A YOUNG OLD AGE.
Florence. Mad Vanni still!
Old oaks do not easily fall :
Pisa. What is your age, my lord?
Age? what call you age?
Marston's Wonder of a Kingdom.
FELLOWSHIP WITA HEAVEN.
He that does good deeds here, wairs at a table
VARIETY OF BEAUTIES PRODUCED BY THE SAME CAUSE.
With one beam
MARRIAGE VITITOUT SUFFICIENT LOVE.
She that's made sure to liim she loves not well,
CHANGE OF FORTUNE.
Accursed queen of chance! what liad we done
Decker's Old Fortunalus.
-Though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
I am not enamoured of this painted idol,
A DBFEATED PRINCE IMAGINING A WAR AGAINST HIS AFFLICTIONS.
Wouldst have me go unarmed among my foes ?
Marston's Antonio and Mellida.
CANDLE-LIGHT ENVIED FOR ITS LITERARY OPPORTUNITIES.
Enter Feliche, walking unbraced.
envy nothing but poor candle-light.-Id.
A MALCONTENT NO SUCCEEDER WITH THE LADIES.
Castilio. Yon ne'er accosted them in pomp,
Feliche. Tliere pre a number of such things as thou
A LOTER'S ABSENCE OF MIND, AND FORCIBLE SEPARATION FROM AIS WAITRESS, LEAVE
HIM YET A CERTAIN TASTE OF SWEETNESS.
As having clasped a rose
LOVE OUT OF SORTS WITH THE SEASON.
Jac. The wanton spring lies dallying with the earth,
Look, how the new sapped branches are in child from $; With tender infants, how the sun draws oui,
And shapes their moisture into thousand forms estar tu sb Of sprouting buds. All things, that show or breathe, last 2:30 prin Are now instaured, saving my wretched breast.
Marston's What You Vill. 1
THE METAPHYSICIAN AND HIS SPANIEL.
Doth fall on kings
FLATTERY, AND SATIRE UNDER THE MASK OF IT. Gonzago (the Duke). Count Granuffo, as I live this Faunus is a rare understander of men, is a not? Faunus, this Granuffo is a right wise good lord; a man of excellent discourse, and never speaks. His signs to me, and men of profound reach, instrict abundantly. He begs suits with signs, gives thanks withi sigus, puts off his hat leisurely, maintains his beard learnedly, keeps his lust privately, makes a nodding ley courtly, and lives happily.
Hercules. Silence is an excellent modest grace, but especially before so instructing a wisdom as your Excellency's. As for his advancement, you gave it most royally, because be deserves it least duly; since to give 10 virtuous desert is rather a due requiral than a princely magnificence, when to undeservingness it is merely all bounty and free grace.-11.
Tiberio. Oh Fawn, what man of so cold wit
MODERN WIT MATRIMONIAL.
Zuccolo. I know it, I confess. All this I did, and I do glory.initign-Wlıy? Cannot & young lady for many months keep honest ? No. I misthought it. My wife had wit, beauty, health, good birth, fair clothes, and a passing body; a lady of rare discourse, quick eye, sweet language, alluring behaviour, and exquisite entertainment. I misthough it; I feared, I doubted, and at the last I found it out. I praise my wit; I knew I was a cuckold. Hercules. An excellent wite
Zuc. True, Fawn. You shall read of few dunces that have had such-a wit, I can tell you; and I found it out, and I was a cuckold. Herc. Wlrich now you have found, you will not be such an ass as Cæs
Great Pompey, Lucullus, Anthony, or Caio, and divers other Romans, cuckolds; who all knew it, and yet were ne'er divorced upon't: or like that god-smith Vulcan, who having taken bis wife, yet was presently appeased, and entreated to make an armour for a husband of hers.
Zuc. No ; the Romans were asses, and thought that a woman might mix her thigh wantonly with a stranger, and yet still love her husband matrimonially.
Herc. As indeed they say, a many married men lye sometimes with strange women, whom, but for the instant use, they abhor.
Zuc. And as for Vulcan, twas humanity more than human. Such excess of goodness, for my part, shall belong only to the gods.--Id.
POLLY AND WORSE FOLLY.