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ce live retir'd, pray for the peace of Rome ; Unburt amidst the war of elements, tent thyself to be obscurely good. The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.n vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, What means this heaviness that hangs upon me? post of honour is a private station. This lethargy that creeps thro' all niy senses? r. I hope my father does not recommend Nature oppress’d, and harass'd out with care e to Portius, that he scorns himself. Sinks down to rest. This once I'll favour her, to. Farewell, my friends! if there be any of That my awaken'd soul may take her flight, you

Renew'd in all her strength, and fresh with lite, dare not trust the victor's clemency,

An off’ring fit for IIeaven : Let guilt or fear v there are ships prepard by my coinmand, Disturb man's rest, Cato knows neither of 'em, ir sails already op'ning to the winds) Indiff'rent in his choice to sleep or die. shall convey you to the wish’d-for port.

Enter Portius. -re aught else, my friends, Ican do for you? But ah! how's this, my son? Why this intro conqueror draws near. Once more farewell ! sion ? r we meet hereafter, we shall meet Were not my orders that I would be private ? ppier climes, and on a safer shore, Why am I disobey'd ? e Cæsar never shall approach us more.

Por. Alas, my father! [Pointing to his dead Son. What ineans this sword, this instrument of the brave youth, with love of virtue fir’d, Let me convey it hence.

[death? greatly in his country's cause expir’d, Cato. Rash youth, forbear! inow he conquerd. The firm patriot there, Pur. (, let ihe pray'rs, th' entreaties of your made the welfare of mankind his care,

friends, till by faction, vice, and fortune crost, Their tears, their common danger, wrest it from fnd the gen'rous labour was not lost.

you !
[Ercunt. Cato; Wouldst thou betray me? Wouldst thou

give me up:
A slave, a captive into (besar's hands?

Retire, and learn obedience to a father,

Or know, young man!olus, sitting in a thoughtful Posture; in his

Por. Look not thus sternly on me; id Plato's Book on the Immuitality of the You know I'd rather die thani disobey you.

Cato "Tis well! again I'm master of myself,

Now, Cæsar, let thy troops beset our gates, 1 drawn Sword on the Talle by him.

And bar each avenue; thy gathering fleets ust be so-Plato, thou reason'st well- O’erspread the sea, and stop up ev'ry port; : whence this pleasing hope, this fond de-Cato shall open to himself a passage, anging after immortality?

(sire, Avd mock thy hopes— hence this secret dread, and inward horror Por. O Sir! forgive your son, ling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Whose grief hangs heavy on him. O

my father! on herself, and startles at destruction?

How am

I sure it is not ihe last time je divinity that stirs within us;

I e'er shall call you so ? Be not displeas'd, eaven itself that points out an hereafter, 0, be not angry with me whilst I weep, atimates eternity to man :

And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you ly! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! To quit the dreadful purpose of your

soul! gh what variety of untried being,


Culo. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. what new scenes and changes must we

[Embracing him. ride, th'unbounded

prospect lies before me, Weep not, my son, all will be well again; hadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. The righteous gods, whom I have sought to will I hold. If there's a power above

please, that there is all nature cries aloud, Will succour Cato, and preserve his chiidren. igh all her works) he must delight in vir- Por. Your words give comfort to my drooping


duct; hat which he delights in must be happy:

Cato. Portius, iliou mavst relv upon my convhen! or where--ihis world was made for Thy father will not act what misbecomes him.

But go, my son, and see it aught be wanting eary of conjectures this must end 'em. Among thy father's friends; see them embark'd,

[Laying his hand on his Suord. And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them. am I doubly armd: my death and life, My soul is quite weigh'd down with care, and ane and antidote, are both before nie.

asks in a moment brings me to an end ; The soft refreshment of a inoment's sleep.(Erit.' his informs me I shall never die.

Por. My thoughts are more at ease, my heart soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles

revives. le drawn dagger, and defies its point,

Enter Macia.
stars shall fade away, the sun himself O Marcia, O my sister, still there's hope!
w dim with age, and nature sink in years,
thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,

Our father will not cast away a life
So needful to us all, and to his country.


tue ;


He is retir'd to rest, and seems to cherish On the high point of yon bright western tower Thoughts full of peace. He has dispatch'd me We ken them from afar ; the setting sun (met, hence

Plays on their shining arms and bumisha bele With orders that bespeak a mind composid, And covers all the field with gleams of fire

. And studious for the safety of his friends. Luc. Marcia, 'tis time we should awake they Marcia, take care that none disturb his slumbers. father,

(E.cit. Cæsar is still dispos'd to give us terms, Mar. O ye immortal powers that guard the And waits at distance till he hears from Cato. just,

Enter Portius. Watch round his couch, and soften his repose, Portius, thy looks speak somewhat of impro Banish his sorrows, and becalm his soul

tance, With easy dreams; remember all his virtues ! What tidings dost thou bring? Methinks is And shew mankind that goodness is your care. Unusual gladness sparkling in thine eyes. Enter Lucia.

Por. As I was hasting to the port, where then Luc. Where is your father, Marcia, where is My father's friends, impatient for a passage, Cato ?

Accuse the ling‘ring winds, a sail arrivd Mar. Lucia, speak low, he is retir’d to rest. From Pompey's son, who thro'the realms of Spa Lucia, I feel a gentle dawning hope

Calls out for vengeance on his father's death, Rise in my soul. We shall be happy still, And rouses the whole nation up to arms.

Luc. Alas! I tremble when I think on Cato! Were Cato at their head, once more might Rea: In every view, in every thought, I iremble ! Assert her rights, and claim her liberty. Cato is stern and au ful as a god;

But, hark! what means that groan ? O, give He knows not how to wink at human frailty,

way, Or pardon weakness that he never felt. And let me fly into my father's presence. (Ez Mar. Tho'stern and awful to the foes of Luc. Cato, amidst his slumbers, thinks Rome,

And, in the wild disorder of his soul, [Ree He is all goodness, Lucie, always mild, Mourns o'er his country. Hah! a second groasCompassionate and gentle to his friends. Hearen guard us all ! Fillid with domestic tenderness, the best, Mar. Alas! 'tis not the voice The kindest father I have ever found him, Of one who sleeps ; 'tis agonizing pain, Easy and good, and bounteous to my wishes. 'Tis death is in that sound.Lr 'Tis his consent alone can ma

Re-enter Portius. Marcia, we are both equally involv'd [bless'd. Por. O sight of woe ! In the same intricate, perplex'd distress. O Marcia, what we teard is come to pass i The cruel hand of fate, that has destroy'd fallen upon his sword. Thy brother Marcus, whom we both lament- Luc. O, Portius,

Mar. And ever shall lament; unhappy youth! Hide all the horrors of thy mournful tale,

Luc. Has set my s0111 at large, ard now I stand And let us guess the rest. Loose of my vow. But who knows Cato's Por. I've rais'd him up, thoughts?

And plac’d him in his chair, where, pale and fa. Who knows how yet he may dispose of Portius, He gasps for breath, and, as his life flows 6. Or how he has determin'd of thyself?


-Mar. Let him but live, comunit the rest to Demands to see his friends. His servants, Heaven.

Obsequious to his order, bear him hither

. Enter Lucius.

Mar. O Heaven! assist me in this drea. Luc. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous To pay the last sad duties to my father. [heo's man:

Jub. These are thy triumphs, thy explois, O Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father ;

Cæsar! Some power invisible supports his soul,

Luc. Now is Rome fallen indeed! And bears it up in all its wonted greatness.

Cato brought in on a Chair. A kind refreshing sleep is fallen upon him : Cato. Here set me down I saw him streich'd ai ease, his fancy lost Portius, come near me Are my fricids et In pleasing dreams: as I drew near his couch, Can any thing be thought of for their service! He'smild, and cried, Cæsar, thou canst not hurt Whilst'I yet live, let me not live in vain.

-O Lucius, ari thou here ?-thou art too good Mar. His mind still labours with some dread- Let this our friendship live between our childre. ful thought.

(sorrow ? Make Portius happy in thy daughter Lucia. Luc. Lucia, why all this grief, these foods of Alas! poor man, he weeps ! - Marcia, my dauzka Dry up thy tears, my child, we all are safe

ter While' Cato lives his presence will protect us. O, bend me forward !-Juba loves thee, March Enter Juba,

A senator of Rome, while Rome survir'd, Jub. Lucius, the horsemen are return'd from Would not have spatch'd his daughter with a viewing

king; The number, strength, and posture of our foes, But Cæsar's arms have thrown down all distineWho now encamp within a short hour's march;






Whoe'er is brave and virtuous, is a Roman- While from the banks full twenty thousand cities -- I'm sick to death-0, when shall I get loose Survey their pride, and see their gilded towers From this vain world, th' abode of guilt and Float on the waves, and break against the shore. sorrow!

-Various nations meet And yet, methinks, a beam of light breaks in As in a sea, yet not confin'd in space, On my departing soul. Alas, I fear But streaming freely thro' the spacious streets, I've been too hasty. Oye pow'rs, that search Which send forth millions at each brazen gate; The heart of man and weigh his inmost thoughts, Whene'er the trumpet calls, high over head If I have done amiss, impate it not!

On the broad walls the chariots bound along. The best may err, but you are good, and–O! [Dies.

Dryden. Luc. There Aleil the greatest soul that ever

$ 51. Rural Courtship. warmd

He preferr'd me A Roman breast; O Cato! O my friend!

Above the maidens of my age and rank; Thy will shall be religiously observ’d.

Still shunn'd their company, and still sought Bui let us bear this awful corpse to Cæsar,

mine. And lay it in his sight, that it may stand

I was not won by gifts, yet still he gave; A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath ; And all his gifts, tho'small, yet spoke his love. Cato, though dead, shall still protect his friends. He pick'd the earliest strawberries in the woods, From herice, let fierce contending nations The cluster'd filberts, and the purple grapes : know

He taught a pratinz stare to speak my name; What dire effects from civil discord flow.

And when he found a nest of nightingales, Tis this that shakes our country with alarms, Or callow linnets, he would shew 'em me, And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms,

And let me take 'em out.
Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife,
And robs the guilty world of Caio's life.

[Exeunt omnes.

$ 52. Description of a Person left on a desert Island.

Thomson. $ 48. The Happiness of a free Government. Next night-a dreary night!

S. Johnson. Where never human foot had mark'd the shore,

Cast on the wildest of the Cyclad Isles, there be any land, as fame reports, These ruffians left me. Where common laws restrain the prince and Beneath a shade subject,

I sat me down, more heavily oppressid, A happy land, where circulating pow'r More desolate at heart than e'er I felt Flows through each member of th' embodied Before ; when Philomela o'er my head state;

Began to tune her melancholy strain, Sure, not unconscious of the mighty blessing, As piteous of my woes: till, by degrees, Her grateful sons shine bright with ev'ry virtue ; Composing sleep on wounded nature shed l'ntainted with the lust of innovation, A kind but short relief. At early morn, Sure all unite to hold her league of rule Wak'd by the chaunt of birds, I look'd around l'obroken as the sacred chain of nature, For usual objects: objects found I none, That links the jarring elements of peace. Except before me stretch'd the toiling main,

And rocks and woods, in savage view, behind. § 49. The killing of a Boar. Orway. Forth from the thicket rushd another boar, $ 53. The first Feats of a young Eagle. Rowe.

So large, he seem'd the tyrant of the woods, With all his dreadful bristles rais'd up high;

So the Eagle,


That bears the thunder of our grandsire "They seem'd a grove of spears upon his back: With joy beholds his hardy youthful offspring Foaming he came at me, where I was posted, Forsake the nest, to try his tender pinions Whetting his huge long tusks, and gaping wide, In the wide untrack'd air; till, bolder grown, 1s he already had me for his prey;

Now, like a whirlwind on a shepherd's fold, Till, brandishing my well-poisid javelin high, He darts precipitate, and gripes the prey; With this bold executing arm I struck

Or fixing on some dragon's scaly hide, The ugly brindled monster to the heart.

Eager of combat, and his future feast,

Bears him aloft, reluctant, and in vain 550. Description of a populous City. Young Wreathing his spiry tail. Tuus ancient city,

(smiles ! How wanton sits she amidst nature's Nor from her highest turret has to view

$ 54. The true End of Education. Rowz. But golden landscapes and luxuriant scenes,


ND therefore wert thou bred to virtuous A waste of wealth, the store-house of the world ; knowledge, Here fruitful vales far stretching fly the sight; And wisdom early planted in thy soul, (sions, There sails upnumber'd whiten all the stream, That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery pas


To bind their rage, and stay their headlong $ 59. A Friend to Freedoin can never be a Traite. course;

Thomso. To bear with accidents, and every change


who contends for freedom, Of various life; to struggle with adversity;

Can ne'er be justly deem'd his sore. To wait the leisure of the righteous.gods,

reign's foe; Till they, in their own good appointed hour, No! 'Tis the wretch who tempts him to subvert Shall bid thy better days come forth at once, The soothing slave, the traitor in the boson, A long and shining train ; till thou, well pleas'd, Who best deserves that name; he is a worm Shalt bow, and bless thy fate, and say the gods That eats out all the happiness of kingdoci

. are just.

$ 60. Description of a Hag. OTWAT. $ 55. Filial Piely. MALLET. In a close lane, as I pursu'd my journey, E'er since reflection beam'd her light upon me

I spied a wither'd hag, with age grown double You, Sir, have been my study. I have placed Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself ; Before mine eyes, in every light of life, Her eyes with scaldiag rheuin were galld and The father and the king. What weight of duty

red, Lay on a son from such a parent sprung;

Cold palsy shook her head, her hand seem'd What virtuous toil to shine with his renown,

witherid, Has been my thought by day,my dream by night: And on her crooked shoulders had she wrappe

The tatter'd remnants of an old strip'd hanging, But first and ever nearest to my heart

Which serv'd to keep her carcase from the cold Was this prime duty, so to frame my conduct So there was nothing of a piece about her. Tow'rd such a father, as were I a father,

Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch! My soul would wish to meet with from a son,

With different colour'd rags, black, red, white, And may reproach transmit my name abhorr'd

yellow, To latest time if ever thought was mine

And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness, Unjust to filial reverence, filial love!

$61. Happiness the inseparable Comperised Virtue.

$56. The same.

To be good is to be happy; angels
AVB I then no tears for thee, my father?

Are happier than men, because they'r Can I forget thy cares, from helpless years

better. Thy tenderness for me? an eye still beam'd

Guilt is the source of sorrow ; 'tis the fiend, With love? A brow that never knew a frown? Th'avenging fiend, that follows us behind Nor a harsh word thy tongue! Shall ] for these With whips and stings: the blest know none ! Repay thy stooping venerable age

this, With shame, disquiet, anguish, and dishonour: But rest in everlasting peace of mind, [ne It must not be! -thou first of angels ! come,

And find the height of all their heaven is good Sweet filial pity! and firm my breast : Yes ! let one daughter to her fate submit,

$ 62. Honour superior lo Justice. Be nobly wretched—but her father happy.

Honour, my lord, is much loo proud :


At every slender twig of nice distinctions. $ 57. Bad Fortune more easily borne than good. These for the unfeeling vulgar may do well;

Rowe. But those whose souls are by the nicer rule such unshaken temper of the soul

Of virtuous delicacy only sway'd,
To bear the swelling tide of prosp'rous for- Stand at another bár than that of laws.

Is to deserve that fortune.

In adversity

$63. In what Manner Princes ought to be tazz! The mind grows tough by buffering the tempest;

MALLI But in success dissolving, sinks io ease, And loses all her firinness.

E T truth and virtue be their earliest teacher Keep from their ear the syren-voice of Aalter Keep from their eye the harlot form of rice,

Who spread in every court their silken spa. $ 58, Despair never to be indulged. PHILIPS. And charm but to betray. Betimes instro Toch plang'd in ills, and exercis'd in care, Superior rank demands superior wortb ; [them

Yet never let the noble mind despair : Pre-eminence of valour, justice, mercy: When prest by dangers, and heset by foes, But chief, that, though exalred o'er manki.. The gods their timely succour interpose ; They are themselves but men-frail And when our virtue sinks, o'erwhelm'd with dust; grier,

From no one injury of human lot By unforeseen expedients bring relief. Exempt; but fever'd by the same heat, chi!




y the same cold, tom by the same disease, [gar. And show'rs profusely pow's and splendour on hat scorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beg- them,

(they, Whate'er th' expanded heart can wish; when $64. True End of Royalty. MALLET. Accepting the reward, neglect the duty, 0 WITNESS, Heaven!

Or, worse, pervert those gitis to deeds of ruin, Whose


the heart's profoundest Is there a wretch they rule so base as they? depth explores,

Guilty, at once, of sacrilege to Heaven, hat if not to perform my regal task ; And of perfidious robbery to man ! be the cominon father of my people, tron of honour, virtue and religion ; not to shelter useful worth, to guard

$ 68. The true End of Life. Thomson. swell-earn'd portion from the sons of rapine, Who, who would live, my Narva, just to

breathe id deal out justice with impartial hand; not to spread on all good men thy bounty,

This idle air, and indolently run, je treasures trusted to me, not my own;

Day after day, the still returning round not to raise anew our English name,

Of life's mean offices, and sickly joys? peaceiul arts, that grace ine land they bless, But in the service of mankind to be d generous war to humble proud oppressors: The mind's brave arioiir in heroic aims,

A guardian god below; still 10 employ more, if not to build the public weal that firin base, which can alane resist

Such as may raise us o'er the groveling herd, h time and chance, fair liberty and law;

And make us shine for ever--ihat is life. for these

great ends am not ordain'da y I ne'er poorly fill the throne of England. § 69. The same.

S. JOHNSON. 65. The real Duty of a King. Rowe.

EFLECT that life and death, affecting sounds,

Are only varied modes of endless being. -'T's true, I am a king:

Reflect that life, like every other blessing,
Honour and glory too have been my Derives its value from its use alone;

Nor for itself, but for a nobler end, I tho’I dare face death. and all the dangers Th' Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue , sich furious war wears in its bloody front, could I choose to fix my name by peace,

When inconsistent with a greater good,

Reason commands to cast the less away ; justice, and by mercy; and to raise Thus life, with loss of wealth, is well preserved, trophies on the blessings of mankind : would I buy the empire of the world

And virtue cheaply sav'd with loss of life. h ruin of the people ivhom I sway, orfeit of my honour.

§ 70. A Lion overcome by a Man. Leg. 1. Character of a good King: Thomson. The prince in a lone court was plac'd,

Unarm'd, all but his hands, 'on which he Yes, we have lost a father!

A pair of gantlets.

[wore The greatest blessing Heaven bestows

Atlast, the door of an old lion's den on mortals, seldom found amidst these wilds of time, The Games which from his eye shot glaring red,

Being drawn up, the horrid beast appear'd: vod, a worthy king !—Hear me, my Tancred! Made the sun start, as the spectators thought, I will tell thee, in a few plain words,

And round them cast a day of blood and deathı. i he deseru'd that best, that glorious title.

The prince walk'd forward : the large beast denought complex, 'tis clear as truth and

scried ow'd his people, deemid them all his children; Flew fiercely on him : but Lysimachus,

His prey; and with a roar that inade us pale, zood exalted, and depress'd the bad: [ed Starting aside, avoided his first stroke purn'd the flattering crew, with scorn reject With a slight hurt, and, as the lion turn'd, ir smooth advice,that only means themselves, Thrust gantlet, arm and all, into his throat: ir schemes to aggrandize him into baseness, Then with Herculean force tore forth by the I knowing that a people in their rights industry protected, living sate

The foaming, bloody tongue; and while the sacath the sacred shelier of the laws;

vage, ourag'd in their genius, arts and labours;

Faint with the loss, sunk to the blushing earth, I happy each as he himself deserves,

To plow it with his teeth, your conqu’ring solnc'er ingrateful. With unsparing hand


[pieces. y will for hin provide: their filial love [confidence are' his unfailing treasury,

Leap'd on his back, and dashid his skull to I every honest man his faithful guard.

$ 71. Charaoter of un crcellent Man. Rowe. 67. The Guilt of bad Kings.


How could my tongue Henthose whom Heaven distinguishes o'er Take pleasure, and be lavish in thy millions,





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