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Animated by such feelings, we may now regard Paul, in wat must have been one of the most interesting moments of even his eventful life, preparing himself on the hill of Mars to address an auditory of Athenians on behalf of Christianity. He would feel the imposing associations of the spot on which he stood, where justice had been administered in its most awful form, by characters the most venerable, in the darkness of night, under the canopy of heaven, with the
solemnities of religion, and with an authority, which legal ss institution and public opinion had assimilated rather with
the decrees of conscience and of the gods, than with the ordinary power of human tribunals. He would look around on many an immortal trophy of architect and sculptor, where genius had triumphed, but triumphed only in the
cause of that idolatry to which they were dedicated, and Home for which they existed. And beyond the city, clinging
round its temples, like its inhabitants to their enshrined bazena idols, would open on his view that lovely country, and the
sublime ocean, and the serene heavens bending over them, f Cs and bearing that testimony to the universal Creator, which
man and man's works withheld. And with all would encia Grecian glory be connected, the brightness of a day that
was closing, and of a sun that had already set, where
recollections of grandeur faded into sensations of melanDošak choly. And he would gaze on a thronging auditory, the
representatives to his fancy of all that had been, and of all that was, and think of the intellects with which he had to
grapple, and of the hearts in whose very core he aimed to pilatie plant the barbed arrows of conviction. There was that
multitude, so acute, so inquisitive, so polished, so athirst for novelty, and so impressible by eloquence, yet with whom
a barbarian accent might break the charm of the most perZico suasive tongue; over whom their own oligarchy of orators
would soon re-assert their dominion in spite of the invasion of a stranger; and with whom sense, feeling, and habit, would
throw up all their barriers against the eloquence of Christianity. There would be the priest, astonished at an attempt so daring; and as the speaker's design opened on his mind, anxiously, and with alternate contempt and rage, measuring the strength of the Samson who thus grasped the pillars of his temple, threatening to whelm him, his altars, and his gods, beneath their ruins. There would be the Stoic, in the coldness of his pride, looking sedately down, as on a child playing with children, to see what new game was afloat, and what trick or toy was now produced for wonderment. There the Epicurean, tasting, as it were, the preacher's doctrine, to see if it promised aught of merriment; just lending enough of idle attention not to lose amusement should it offer; and venting the full explosion of his ridicule on the resurrection of the dead. There the sophist, won perhaps into something of an approving and complacent smile, by the dexterity of Paul's introduction; but finding as he proceeded that this was no mere show of art or war of words, and vibrating between the habitual love of entangling, bewildering, and insulting an opponent, and the repulsivenes which there always is to such men in the language of honest and zealous conviction. There the slave, timidly crouching at a distance to catch what stray sounds the winds might waft to him, after they had reached his master's ears, of that doctrine, so strange and blessed, of man's fraternity. There the young and noble Roman, who had come to Athens for education-not to sit like a humble scholar at a master's feet, but with all the pride of Rome upon his brow, to accept what artists, poets, and philosophers could offer as their homage to the lords of earth. And there, perhaps, aloof, some scowling Jew, hating and hated, loathing the contamination of idolaters, but glaring with savage fury on the apostate son of Abraham (as he would deem him) who held so much communion with their souls, as to invite them to an union
of love and piety in the name of the detested Nazarene. And if for a moment Paul felt, as one would think man must feel, at being the central object of such a scene, and such an assemblage, there would rush upon his mind the majesty of Jehovah; and the words of the glorified Jesus; and the thunders that struck him to the earth on the road to Damascus; and the sense of former efforts, conflicts, and successes; and the approach of that judgment to come, whose righteousness and universality it was now his duty to announce. Unappalled and collected he began, “ Ye men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. For as I passed by and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN God. Whom, therefore, ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you. God that made the world and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands; neither is worshipped with men's hands, as though he needed any thing, seeing he giveth to all life, and breath, and all things; and hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth.”
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west!
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall, ’Mong bride's men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all! Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word) “Oh come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal ? young Lord Lochinvar!”
“I long woo'd your daughter:-my
The bride kiss'd the goblet; the knight took it up,
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!” quoth young Loch
invar. There was mounting ʼmong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see! So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have you e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar!
OTHELLO AND IAGO,
Iago. My noble Lord!
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my Lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last; why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought:
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that?
Oth. Think, my Lord!-By Heaven, thou echo'st me, As if there were some monster in thy thought, Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something; I heard thee say but now, “thou likest not that," When Cassio left my wife! What didst not like?