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"I was entrapp'd-yes, so it came to pass, "'Mid heathen rebels, a tumultuous class; "Each to his country bore a hellish mind, "Each like his neighbour was of cursed kind; "The land that nursed them, they blasphemed; the
"Their sovereign's glory, and their country's cause; "And who their mouth, their master-fiend, and who "Rebellion's oracle? -You, caitiff, you!"
He spoke, and standing stretch'd his mighty arm, And fix'd the Man of Words, as by a charm.
"How raved that railer! Sure some hellish power "Restrain'd my tongue in that delirious hour, "Or I had hurl'd the shame and vengeance due "On him, the guide of that infuriate crew; "But to mine eyes, such dreadful looks appear'd, "Such mingled yell of lying words I heard, "That I conceived around were demons all, "And till I fled the house, I fear'd its fall.
"Oh! could our country from our coasts expel "Such foes! to nourish those who wish her well: "This her mild laws forbid, but we may still "From us eject them by our sovereign will; "This let us do." He said, and then began A gentler feeling for the silent man ; Ev'n in our hero's mighty soul arose A touch of pity for experienced woes; But this was transient, and with angry eye He sternly look'd, and paused for a reply.
'Twas then the Man of many Words would
In doubt he reason'd with himself- "And how
From pride and praise received, he sought to draw
By desperation urged, he now began:
the rights of man!
"I seek no favour I
“I speak.” — Alas! each new attempt was vain:
"Laud we," said Justice Bolt," the Powers above; "Thus could our speech the sturdiest foe remove." Exulting now he gain'd new strength of fame, And lost all feelings of defeat and shame.
"He dared not strive, you witness'd—dared not lift
"His voice, nor drive at his accursed drift:
"So all shall tremble, wretches who oppose
He spoke, and, seated with his former air, Look'd his full self, and fill'd his ample chair; Took one full bumper to each favourite cause, And dwelt all night on politics and laws, With high applauding voice, that gain'd him high applause. (1)
(1) [This tale is not judiciously placed at the portal to tempt hesitating readers to go forward. The fault, however, is entirely in the subject, which commands no strong or general interest; for it is perfectly well conceived and executed. The object of it is to show, that a man's fluency and force and intrepidity of speech depend very much upon his confidence of the approbation of his auditors; and, accordingly, it exhibits the orthodox, loyal, authoritative Justice Bolt struck quite dumb in an assembly of Jacobins into which he happens to stray; and the Jacobin orator, in like manner, reduced to stammering and imbecility, when detected at a dinner of parsons. The description of Justice Bolt is admirable, and may stand for a portrait of more than one provincial dictator. - JEFFREY.]
THE PARTING HOUR.
I did not take my leave of him, but had
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words-comes in my father.-Cymbeline.
Grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with Time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures o'er my face. Comedy of Errors.
Oh! if thou be the same Egean, speak,
And speak unto the same Emilia. - Comedy of Errors.
I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days
An old man, broken with the storms of fate,