EXERCISE 86. The Roman Soldier;-Last days of Herculaneum. PART I. There was a man, A Roman Soldier, for some daring deed 10 He had a son, it was a rosy boy, A little faithful copy of his sire In face and gesture. From infancy the child Every sport The father shared and heightened. But at length The captive's lot 15 He felt in all its bitterness:-the walls Of his deep dungeon answered many a sigh And heart-heaved groan. His tale was known, and touched His jailer with compassion;-and the boy, 20 Thenceforth a frequent visitor, beguiled His father's lingering hours, and brought a balm He was a poisoned àrrow in the breast 25 Where he had been a cure. With earliest morn, Of that first day of darkness and amaze, He came. The iron door was closed,-for them Grew hòt at length, and thick; but in his straw 35 The boy was sleeping: and the father hoped The earthquake might pass by; nor would he wake From his sound rest the unfearing child, nor tell The dangers of their state. (。) On his low couch The fettered soldier sunk-and with deep awe 40 Listened the fearful sounds:—with upturned eye To the great gōds he breathed a prayer;—then strove To calm himself, and lose in sleep awhile His useless terrors. But he could not sleep:His body burned with feverish heat;—his chains 45 Clanked loud although he moved not: deep in earth Groaned unimaginable thùnders:-sounds, Fearful and ominous, aróse and died, Like the sad moanings of November's wind, Shot through his veins. Now on his couch he shrunk, As though he heard the battle trumpet sound, 55 And longed to cope with death. He slept at last, A troubled, dreamy sleep. Well,-had he slept PART II. Soon the storm Burst forth: the lightnings glànced:—the air In darkening, quivering tints, as stunning sound Silence, 10 And blackest darkness.-With intensest awe The soldier's frame was filled; and many a thought 15 Heard harshly grate and stràin:-yet knew he not, Glanced through his thoughts, what deep and cureless wound Fate had already given.-Where, man of wo! 20 Where wretched father! is thy boy? Thou callest His name in vain: he cannot answer thee. Loudly the father called upon his child:- Groped darkling on the earth:-no child was there. Of his accursed fetters,-till the blood Seemed bursting from his ears, and from his eyes 40 Raging to break his toils,-to and fro bounds. The father saw, And all his fury fled: a dead calm fell 50 That instant on him:-speechless, fixed he stood, 55 Silent and pale The father stands:- -no tear is in his eye:- - The ground lifts like a sea: he knows it nót:The strong walls grind and gape:-the vaulted roof 60 Takes shapes like bubble tossing in the wind:See! he looks up and smiles;-for death to him Is happiness. Yet could one last embrace Be given, 'twere still a sweeter thing to die. It will be given. Look! how the rolling ground, 65 At every swell, nearer and still more near Moves towards the father's outstretched arm his boy:Once he has touched his gàrment;-how his eye Lightens with love-and hope-and anxious fears! Ha! see! he has him now!—he clasps him round— 70 Kisses his face;-puts back the curling locks, That shaded his fine brow:-looks in his eyesGrasps in his own those little dimpled handsThen folds him to his breast, as he was wont To lie when sleeping-and resigned awaits 75 Undreaded death. And death came soon, and swift, And pangless. The huge pile sunk down at once Into the opening earth. (..) Walls-arches-roof80 And deep foundation stones-all .. mingling .. fell! EXERCISE 87. The Orphan Boy.-MRS. OPIE. 1 Stay, lady stay, for mercy's sake, And my brave father's hope and joy: 2 Poor, foolish child! how pleased was I To see the lighted windows flame! She could not bear to see my joy! 3 The people's shouts were long and loud! 4 "What is an orphan boy?" I said; When suddenly she gasped for breath, But now no more a parent's joy; EXERCISE 88. Christian Consolation.-ANONYMOUS [The annexed feeling, and beautiful lines are said to have been written by a young English lady, who had experienced much affliction.] 1 Jesus-I my cross have taken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! Perished every fond ambition All I've sought, or hoped, or known, God and heaven are all my own! 2 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure- I have called thee Abba Father- |