Contempt. From Macedonia's madman to the Swede. The whole strange purpose of their lives to find, Not one looks backward: onward still he goes; (2) All sly, slow things, with circumspective eyes. Men in their loose, unguarded hours they take, Remonftr. But grant that those can conquer these can cheat; Averfion. "Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great. Contempt. What's fame? A fancy'd life in others breath, A thing beyond us, e'en before our death. Just what you hear's your own; and what's un- The saine (my lord!) if Tully's or your own. Contempt. A vit's a feather, and a chief's a rod; Averfion. Blaming. " Fame, but from death a villain's name can save, (1) I have put a pause, after make, though to the contrary to general rule, to mark the antithefis between find and make, more diftinctly. (2)" All fly, Now things," to be pronounced very flowly, and with a cunning lok. (3)" All that we feel," &c. to be expreffed with the right hand laid upon the breast. Is hung on high to poison half mankind. Plays round the head, but comes not to the Contempt. heart. (1) One self-approving hour whole years outweighs In parts superior what advantage lies? Bring then these blessings to a strict account, Question. Concern. Suffering. Arguing. Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they Question. fall? To sigh for ribbands, if thou art so silly, From ancient story learn to scorn them all. POPE'S ESSAY ON MAN. (1)- Comes not to the heart," to be spoken with the right hand laid upon the breast. As is likewife, "Marcellus exil'd" feels," in the line below. Contempt. Contempt. Concein. Contempt. Averfion. Teaching. Foolish wonder. XXVI. CLOWNISH BASHFULNESS AND AWK- The meeting of Humphrey Gubbin and Mr. Pounce. (From the Comedy of the TENDER HUSBAND.) Humph. How prettily this park is stock'd with soldiers, and deer, and ducks, and ladies.Ha! Where are the old fellows gone? Where can they be, trow? I'll ask these people.A--a--a--you pretty young gentleman, [to FainQueftion. love] did you see Vather? Question. Joy. Vexation. Exciting. Fain. Your father, Sir? Humph. Ey, my Vather, a weasel-faced cross old gentleman, with spindle shanks ? Fain. No, Sir. Humph. A crab stick in his hand. Pounce. We have met nobody with these marks. But sure I have seen you before, are you not Mr. Humphrey Gubbin, son and heir to Sir Harry Gubbin? : Humph. Ey, ey, an that were all, I'se his son; but how lung I shall be his heir, I can't tell for a talks o' disinheriting on ma every day! Pounce. Dear Sir, I am glad to see you. I have had a desire to be acquainted with you ever since I saw you clench your fist at your father, when his back was turned toward you. I love a young man of spirit. Humph. Why, Sir, would it not vex a man to the very heart, blood and guts on him, to have a crabbed old fellow snubbing a body every minute before company? Pounce. Why, Mr. Humphrey, he uses you like a boy. Humph. Like a boy, quotha! He uses me like Complain- a dog. A lays ma on now and then, e'en as if a were a breaking a hound to the game.-You can't. ing. think what a tantrum a was in this morning, because I boggled a little at marrying my own born cousin. Pounce. A man can't be too scrupulous, Mr. Cautioning.. Humphrey; a man can't be too scrupulous. ing. Humph. Why, Sir, I could as soon love my Complainmy own flesh and blood. We should squabble like brother and sister, not like man and wife. Do think we should not Mr.gentlemen, may I crave your names ? you Pray, Question. Pounce. Sir, I am the very person, that has been employed to draw up the articles of marriage between you and your cousin. Humph. Ho, ho! say you so? Then mayhap, you can tell one some things one wants to know.. A-a-pray, Sir, what estyeate an I heir to? Curiofity. Wonder. Pounce. To fifteen hundred pounds a year, Information intailed estate. Humph. Sniggers! I'se glad on't with all my heart. And-a- -a-can you satisfy ma in another question-Pray, how old be I? Pounce. Three and twenty last March. Joy. Question. Information Humph. Plague on it! As sure as you are Vexation. there, they have kept ma back. I have been told by goody Clack, or goody Tipple, I don't know which, that I was born the very year the stone pig stie was built; and every body knows the pig stie in the back close is three and twenty years old. I'll be duck'd in a horse pond, if here has not been tricks play'd ma. But, pray, Sir may'nt I Question. crave your name ? Pounce. My name, Sir, is Pounce, at your Information service. Humph. Pounce with a P Pounce. Yes, Sir, and Samuel with an S. Humph. Why, then, Mr. Samuel Pounce, Earneftness. chuckling and wriggling, and rubbing his hands earnestly] do you know any clever gentlewoman of your acquaintance, that you think I could like? For I'll be hang'd like a dog, an I Plotting. Joy. han't taken a right down aversion to my cousin, ever since Vather proposed her to ma. And since every body knows I came up to be married, I should not care to go down again with a flee in my ear and look balk'd, d'ye see. Pounce. [After a pause.] Why, Sir, I have a thought just come into my head. And if you will walk along with this gentleman and me, where we are going, I will communicate it. Humph. With all my heart, good Mr. Samuel Pounce. (Exeunt.) XXVII. MOURNFUL DESCRIPTION.' From Æneas's account of the Sack of Troy. (Dryd. Virg. Æn. II.) Attention. ALL Respect. Grief. Horror. Pity. ALL were attentive to the godlike man, * 'Twas now the dead of night, when sleep re- Our bodies worn with toils, our minds with cares, Thessalian coursers dragg'd him o'er the plain. thrust (1) The words, " sad remembrance,” may be spoken with a sigh, and the right-hand laid upon the breast. (2) The words, "Hector's Ghost," may be fpoken with a start, and the attitude of fear. See Fear, page 21. |