As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down-shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle-He gave a deep sigh-I saw the iron enter into his soul-I burst into vears-I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn. STERNE. CHAP. XVII. CORPORAL TRIM'S ELOQUENCE. --My young master in London is dead, said Obadiah-Here is sad news, Trim, cried Susannah, wiping her eyes as Trim stepped into the kitchen, -master Bobby is dead. I lament for him from my heart and my soul, said Trim, fetching a sigh-poor creature! poor boy! poor gentleman! He was alive last Whitsuntide, said the coachman. -Whitsuntide! alas! cried Trim, extending his right arm, and falling instantly into the same attitude in which he read the sermon, what is Whitsuntile, Jonathan, (for that was the coachman's name) or Shrovetide, or any tide or time past, to this? Are we not here now, continued the corporal, (striking the end of his stick perpendicular upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability) and are wenot (dropping his hat upon the ground gone! In a moment! It was infinitely striking! Susannah burst: into a flood of tears. We are not stocks and stones-Jonathan, Obadiah, the cook-maid, all melted.-The foolish fat scullion herself, who was scouring a fish-kettle upon her knees, was roused with it. The whole kitchen crouded about the corporal. "Are we not here now, and gone in a moment.?" There was nothing in the sentence-it was one of your self-evident. truths we have the advantage of hearing every day; and if Trim had not trusted more to his hat, than his head, he had made nothing at all of it. "Are we not here now, continued the corporal, and are "we not" (dropping his hat plump upon the ground and pausing, before he pronounced the word) "gone! in a moment?" The descent of the hat was as if a heavy lump of clay had been kneaded into the crown of it. Nothing could have expressed the sentiment of mortality, of which it was the type and forerunner, like it; his, hand seemed to vanish from under it, it fell dead, the corporal's eye fixed upon it, as upon a corpse,-and Susannah. burst into a flood of tears. STERNE. CHAP. XVIII. ON GRATITUDE. There is not a more pleasing exercise of the mind, than gratitude. It is accompanied with so great inward satisfaction, that the duty is sufficiently rewarded by the performance. It is not, like the practice of many other virtues, difficult and painful, but attended with so mrch pleasure, that were there no positive command which enjoined it, nor any recompense laid up for it hereafter, a generous mind would indulge in it, for the natural gratification which it affords. If gratitude is due from man to man, how much more from man to his Maker? The supreme being does not only confer upon us those bounties which proceed more immediately from his hand, but even those benefits which are conveyed to us by others. Every blessing we enjoy, by what means soever it may be derived upon us, is the gift of HIM who is the great Author of good, and the Father of mercies. If gratitude, when exerted towards one another, naturally produces a very pleasing sensation in the mind of a grateful man, it exalts the soul into rapture, when it is employed on this great object of gratitude; on this beneficent Being, who has given us overy thing we already possess, and from whom we expect every thing we yet hope for. ADDISON. ماه ** CHAP. XIX. MOTIVES TO THE PRACTICE OF GENTLENESS. To promote the virtue of gentleness, we ought to view our character with an impartial eye; and to learn from our own failings, to give that indulgence which in our turn we claim. Itis pride which fills the world with so much harshness and severity. In the fullnes of self-estimation, we forget what we are. We claim attentions to which we are not entitled. We are rigorous to offences, as if we had never offended; unfeeling to dist.ess, as if we knew not what it was to suffer. From those airy regions of pride and folly, let us descend to our proper level. Let us survey the natural equality on which providence has placed man with man, and reflect on the infirmities common to all. If the reflection on natural equality and mutual offences, be insuf ficient to prompt humanity, let us at least remember what we are in the sight of our Creator. Have wenone of that forbearance to give one another, which we all so earnestly intreat from heaven? Can we look for clemency or gentleness from our Judge, when we are so backward to shew it to our own breth ren. BLAIR. CHAP. XX. ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ. How lov'd, how valu'd once, avails thee not, "Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be. SELF-GOVERNMENT. May I govern my passions with absolute sway; SHEPHERD. On a mountain, stretch'd beneath a hoary willow,, SOLITUDE.* O sacred solitude; divine retreat! ! Choice of the prudent! envy of the great! By solitude here is meant, a temporary seclusion from the world 0 FINIS |