FROM NATHAN THE WISE Than thou dost thine? Or on the other Can ask of thee to say thy fathers lied, Saladin [aside]— Nathan Saladin Nathan Now by the living God, the man is right, Now to our rings let us suit Against each other, and before the judge Each truly swore that he'd received the ring Directly from his father's hand, and swore Not the less true that also long before The father ne'er could have been false to Ere such a loving father he'd suspect, Though hitherto of them the very best And now wilt make The judge reply. Relate! The judge spoke thus:"If you the father cannot soon produce, Then I dismiss you from my judgment seat. Think you that to solve riddles I sit here? Or wait you till the right ring opens its mouth? Yet stay! I hear the right ring doth pos sess The magic power of making one beloved, To God and man well pleasing. That alone Must now decide. For surely the false rings Will fail in that. Now whom love two of you The most? Make haste and speak! Why are you mute? It's only inward that the rings do work, Not outward? Does each one love himself the most? Deceived deceivers are you then all three! Presumably the true ring being lost, The loss had three rings made for one." vice, This is my counsel: Let the matter rest FROM NATHAN THE WISE To imitate that love, so pure and free From prejudice! Let each one vie with each In showing forth the virtue of the stone That's in his ring! Let him assist its might With gentleness, forbearance, love of peace, And with sincere submission to his God! And if the virtues of the stones remain, And in your children's children prove their power, After a thousand years have passed Let them appear again before this seat. CHARLES JAMES LEVER CHARLES JAMES LEVER, a popular Irish novelist, was born at Dublin, in 1806; died near Trieste in 1872. He studied medicine in Germany and practised for some time. Later he was connected with the British Embassy at Brussells. "Confessions of Harry Lorrequer "made him famous, and he devoted his life henceforth to literature. His stories are full of sparkling wit; his characters well drawn. His novels were mostly historical and full of dash and adventure. Among the best are: The Knight of Gwynne," "Charles O'Malley, the Irish Dragoon," "Gerald Fitzgerald 66 and A Rent in the Clouds." LARRY MCHALE 66 OH, Larry McHale he had little to fear, And never could want when the crops didn't fail, He'd a house and demesne and eight hundred a year, And the heart for to spend it, had Larry McHale. The soul of a party, the life of a feast, And an illigant song he could sing, I'll be bail; He would ride with the rector, and drink with the priest, Oh, the broth of a boy was old Larry McHale. It's little he cared for the judge or recorder; He'd murder the country, would Larry McHale. THE WIDOW MALONE He'd a blunderbuss, too; of horse-pistols a pair; His ancestors were kings before Moses was born, His mother descended from great Grana Uaile; He laughed all the Blakes and the Frenches to scorn; They were mushrooms compared to old Larry McHale. He sat down every day to a beautiful dinner, With cousins and uncles enough for a tail; And, though loaded with debt, oh, the devil a thin ner Could law or the sheriff make Larry McHale. With a larder supplied and a cellar well stored, None lived half so well, from Fair-Head to Kinsale, And he piously said, "I've a plentiful board, And the Lord he is good to old Larry McHale." So fill up your glass, and a high bumper give him, It's little we'd care for the tithe or repale, For our Erin would be a fine country to live in, If we only had plenty like Larry McHale. |