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Thus they : The father to his grave convey'd The son he loved, and his last duties paid.
"There lies my Boy," he cried, "of care bereft, "And, Heav'n be praised, I've not a genius left: "No one among ye, sons! is doomed to live "On high-raised hopes of what the Great may give; (1)
"None, with exalted views and fortunes mean,
(1) ["Let every man of letters, who wishes for patronage, read D'Alembert's Essay on Living with the Great,' before he enters the house of a patron: and let him always remember the fate of Racine, who, having drawn up, at Madame de Maintenon's secret request, a memorial that strongly painted the distresses of the French nation, the weight of their taxes, and the expenses of the Court, she could not resist the importunity of Louis XIV., but showed him her friend's paper, against whom the king immediately conceived a violent indignation, because a poet should dare to busy himself with politics. Racine had the weakness to take this anger so much to heart, that it brought on a low fever, which hastened his death." WARTON.]
(2) [The Patron' contains specimens of very various excellence. The story is that of a young man of humble birth, who shows an early genius for poetry; and having been, with some inconvenience to his parents, provided with a frugal, but regular education, is at last taken notice of by a nobleman in the neighbourhood, who promises to promote him in the church, and invites him to pass an autumn with him at his seat in the country. Here the youth, in spite of the admirable admonitions of his father, is gradually overcome by a taste for elegant enjoyments, and allows himself to fall in love with the enchanting sister of his protector. When the family leave him with indifference, to return to town, he feels the first pang of humiliation and disappointment; and afterwards, when he finds that all his noble friend's fine promises end in obtaining for him a poor drudging place in the Customs, he pines and pines till he falls into insanity; and recovers, only to die prematurely in the arms of his disap
pointed parents. The history of the poet's progress, the father's warnings, the blandishments of the careless syren by whom he was enchanted, are all excellent. The description of the breaking up of that enchantment cannot fail to strike, if it had no other merit, from its mere truth and accuracy. The humiliation and irritability of the youth on his first return home are also represented with a thorough knowledge of human nature. -JEFFREY.]
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.
Yes, faith, it is my cousin's duty to make a curtsy, and say, "Father, as it please you;" but for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy, and say, "Father, as it pleases me."
Much Ado about Nothing.
He cannot flatter, he!
An honest mind and plain-he must speak truth.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, you nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. - Hamlet.
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Much Ado about Nothing.