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PATENT AND DOWLAS.
Carey. Pat. Walk in, Sir; your servant, Sir, your servant-have you any particular business for me?
Dow. Yes, Sir, my friends have lately discover'd that I have a genius for the stage.
Pat. On, you would be a player, would you, Sir?-pray, Sir, did you ever play?
Dow. No, Sir, but I flatter myself,
Pat. I hope not, Sir; flattering one's-self is the very worst of hypocrisy. Dow. You'll excuse me, Sir.
Pat. Ay, Sir, if you'll excuse me for not flattering you.--I always speak my mind.
Dow. I dare say you will like my manner, Sir.
Pat. No manner of doubt, Sir-I dare say I shall-pray, Sir, with which of the ladies are you in love?
Dow. In love, Sir !-ladies !
Pat. Your lodgings, Sir ?-no, not I ;-ha, ha, ha, I should be glad to know what department you would wish to possess in the tragic walk-the sighing lover, the furious hero, or the sly assassin.
Dow. Sir, I would like to play King Richard III.
Pat. An excellent character indeed—a very good character; and I dare say you will play it vastly well, Sir.
Dow. I hope you'll have no reason to complain, Sir,
Pat. I hope not. Well, Sir, have you got any favourite passage ready ?
Dow. I have it all by heart, Sir.
Sink in the ground—I thought it would have mounted.
may such purple tears be always shed
I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.” Pat. Hold, Sir, hold-in pity hold, za, za, za, Sir-Sir-why, Sir, 'tis not like humanity. You won't find me so great a barbarian as Richard;- you said he had neither, pily, love, nor fear-now, Sir, you will find that I am possessed of all these feelings for you at present-I
pity your conceit, I love to speak my mind; and—I fear you'll never inake a player. Dow. Do you
Sir ? Pat. Do you think so, Sir ?—Yes, I know so, Sir !—now, Sir, only look at yourself; your two legs kissing as if they had fallen in love with one another;-and your arms dingle dangle like the fins of a dying turtle! [mimics him] 'pon my soul, Sir, 'twill never do—pray, Sir, are you of any profession?
Dow. Yes, Sir, a linen-draper!
Pat. A linen-draper! an excellent business; a very good businessyou'll get more by that than by playing—you had better mind your thrumbs and your shop and don't pester me any more with your Richard and your—za, za, za—this is genius!-plague upon such geniuses-away.
THE CHAMOIS HUNTER-A LESSON OF LIFE.
M. F. Tupper.
And tinged the vallies green;
Their awful width unfurl'd,
Veiling Mont Blanc's majestic brow,
The ghost of some dead world :
Before the peep of day;
He hasted on his way.
He cross'd the vale, he hurried on,
The first rough terrace gain'd,
And to the summit strain’d.
Over the top, as he knew well,
A herd of chamois slept,
So down the other dreary side,
He bounded or he crept.
And now he nears the chasm'd ice;
His foot hath slipp'd–0 heaven!
Standing asunder riven!
But quick his clutching nervous grasp
And thus he hangs in air ;
Twin-brother to despair.
He look'd beneath,-a horrid doom!
Where he must drop to die !
Around a speck of sky.
Seven long dreadful hours he hung,
His fainting body twists;
His burning bursting wrists ;
Hold on to the last spasm,
Is dropping down the chasm !
They call thee, Pierre,-see, see them here,
Courage! man, hold on fast :-
They drew him up at last. And he came home an alter'd man, For many harrowing terrors ran
Through his poor heart that day; He thought how all through life, though young, Upon a thread, a hair, he hung,
Over a gulf midway:
He thought what fear it were to fall
Unwing'd with hope and love;
Was his best Friend above.
ON THE THREATENED INVASION.
Wall. FREEDOM, driven from every spot on the Continent, has sought an asylum in a country which she always chose for her favourite abode: but she is pursued even here, and threatened with destruction, The inundation of lawless power, after covering the whole earth, threatens to follow us here; and we are most exactly, most critically placed in the only aperture where it can be successfully repelled-in the Thermopylæ of the world. As far as the interests of freedom are concerned the most important by far of sublunary interests !—you, my countrymen, stand in the capacity of the federal representatives of the human race; for with you it is to determine (under God) in what condition the latest posterity shall be born; their fortunes are entrusted to your care, and on your conduct at this moment depends the colour and complexion of their destiny. If liberty, after being extinguished on the Continent, is suffered to expire here, whence is it ever to emerge in the midst of that thick night that will invest it? It remains with you then to decide, whether that freedom, at whose voice the kingdoms of Europe awoke from the sleep of ages to run a career of virtuous emulation in every thing great and good; the freedom which dispelled the mists of superstition, and invited the nations to behold their God; whose magic torch kindled the rays of genius, the enthusiasm of poetry, and the flame of eloquence—the freedom which poured into our lap opulence and arts, and embellished life with innumerable institutions and improvements, till it became a theatre of wonders; it is for you to decide, whether this freedom shall yet survive, or be covered with a funeral pall, and wrapped in eternal gloom. It is not necessary to await your determination. In the solicitude you feel to approve yourselves worthy of such a trust, every thought of what is afflicting in warfare, every apprehension of danger must vanish, and you are impatent to mingle in the battle of the civilized world. Go then, ye defenders of your country, accompanied with every auspicious omenadvance with alacrity into the field, where God himself musters the host to war. Religion is too much interested in your success not to lend you her aid; she will shed over this enterprise her selectest influence. While you are engaged in the field, many will repair to the closet, many to the sanctuary; the faithful of every name will employ that prayer which has power with God; the feeble hands, which are unequal to any other weapon, will grasp the sword of the Spirit; and from myriads of humble, contrite hearts, the voice of intercession, supplication, and weeping, will mingle in its ascent to Heaven, with the shouts of battle, and the shock
The extent of your résources, under God, is equal to the justice of your cause. But should Providence determine otherwise, should you fall in this struggle, should the nation fall, you will have the satisfaction (the purest allotted to man!) of having performed your parts; your names will be enrolled with the most illustrious dead; while posterity to the end of time, as often as they revolve the events of this period (and they will incessantly revolve them), will turn to you a reverential eye, while they mourn over the freedom which it entombed in your sepulchre. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every age and country, are bending from their elevated seats to witness this contest, as if they were incapable, till it be brought to a favourable issue, of enjoying their eternal repose. Enjoy that repose, illustrious immortals! Your
, mantle fell when you ascended; and thousands, inflamed with your spirit, and impatient to tread in your steps, are ready to swear by Him that sitteth upon the throne, and liveth for ever, they will protect freedom in her last asylum, and never desert that cause which you sustained by your labours, and cemented with your blood. And thou, sole Ruler among the children of men, to whom the shields of the earth belong, gird on thy sword, thou Most Mighty-go forth with our hosts in the day of battle! Impart, in addition to their hereditary valour, that confidence of success which springs from thy presence! Pour into their hearts the spirits of departed heroes ! Inspire them with their own; and while led by thy hand, and fighting under thy banners, open thou their eyes to behold in every valley, and in every plain, what the prophet beheld by the same illumination—chariots of fire and horses of fire! “Then shall the strong man be as tow, and the maker of it as a spark; and they shall both burn together, and none shall quench them.”
A SOLILOQUY FOR THE WORSHIPPERS OF BACCHUS.
To drink, or not to drink, that is the question :-