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effort to be made ; that reformation is never hopeless, nor sincere endeavors ever unassisted ; that the wanderer may at length return, after all his errors ; and that he who implores strength and courage from above, shall. find danger and difficulty give way before him. now, my son, to thy repose, commit thyself to the care of Omnipotence ; and when the morning calls again to .. toil, begin anew thy journey and thy life."
1,Description of the Amphitheatre of Trtus,
GIBBON. PosterITY admires, and will long ac! mire, the awful remains of the Amphitheatre of Titus, which so well deserves the epithet of Colossal. It was a building of an elliptic figure, five hundred and sixty-four feet in length, and four hundred and sixty-seven in breadth ;founded on four score arches ; and rising with four successive orders of architecture, to the height of one hundred and forty feet. The ouiside of tlie edifice was encrusted with marble, and decorated with stalues. The slopes of the vast concave, which formed the inside, were filled, and surrounded with sixty or eigh:y rows of seats of marble covered with cushions, and capable of receive ing with case above four score thousand spectators. Sixty-four vomitories (for by that name the doors were very aptly distinguished) poured forth the immerse multitude : and the entrances, passages, and staircases, were contrived with such exquisite skill, that each person, whether of the senatorial, equestrain or the plebcian order, arrived at his destined place, without trouble or confusion,
Nothing was omitted which, in any respect, could be subservient to the convenience and pleasure of the spec• tators. They were protected from the sun and rain by an ample canopy, occasionally drawn over their heads. The air was continually refreshed by the playing of fountains, and profusely impregnated by the grateful scent of aromatics. In the centre of the edifice, the a. rena, or stage, was strewed with the finest sand, and successively assumed the most differnt forms. At one moment, it seemed to rise out of the earth, like the garden of the Hesperides ; at another, it exhibited the rugged rocks and caverns of Thrace. The subterrancous pipes conveyed an inexhaustible supply of water ; and what had just before appeared a level plain, might be suddenly
converted into a wide lake, covered with armed vessels, and replenished with the monsters of the deep.
In the decorations of these scenes, the Roman Empe. rors displayed their wealth and liberality ; and we read, that on various occasions, the whole furniture of the Amphitheatre consisted either of silver,or of gold, or of amber. The poet who describes the games of Carinus, in the character of a shepherd, attracted to the capital by the fame of their magnificence, affirms that the nets, designed as a defence against the wild beasts, were of gold wire ; that the porticos were gikled; and that the belt or circle, which divided the several ranks of speetaer tors from each other, was studded with a precious mo-saic of beautiful stones. II.-Reflections on Westminster Abbey.-SPECTATOR.
WHEN I am in a serious humor, i very often walk by myself in Westminster Abbey; wherethe gloominess of the place, and the use to which it is applied, with the: solemnity of the building, and the condition of the people who lie in it, are apt to fill the mind with a kind of melancholy, or rather thoughtfulness, that is not disagreeable. I yesterday passed a whole afternoon in the church yard, che cloisters and the church ; amusing myself with the tomb stones and inscriptions, which I met with in those several regions of the dead. Most of: them recorded nothing else of the buried person, but that he was born upon one day, and died upon another; two circumstances that are common to all mankind. I could not but look upon those registers of existence, whether of brass or marble, as a kind of satire upon the departed persons, who had left no other memorial of themselves than that they were born, and that they died.
Upon my going into the church, I entertained myself with the digging of a grave ; and saw in every shove!ful of it that was thrown up,the fragment of a bone or skull, intermixed with a kind of fresh mouldering earth, that, some time or other, had a place in the composition of an human body. Upon this I began to consider with mysell, what innumerable multitudes of people lay confused together, under the pavement of that ancient ca
thedral ; how men and women, friends and enemies, priests. and soldiers, monks and prebendaries, were crumbled amongst one another, and blended together in the same common mass; how beauty, strength and youth, with old age, weakness and deformity, lay undistinguished, in the same promiscuous heap of matter.
After having thus surveyed this great magazine of mortality, as it were, in the lump, I examined it more particularly, by the accounts which I found on several of the monuments, which are raised in every quarter of that ancient fabric. Some of them are covered with such extravagant epitaphs, that, if it were possible for the dead person to be acquainted with them, he would blush at the praise which his friends have bestowed up, on him. There are others so excessively modest, that they deliver the character of the person departed in Greek or Hebrew; and by that means, are not under. stood once in a twelvemonth. In the poetical quarter, I found there were poets who had no monuments, and monuments which had no poets. I observed, indeed, that the present war had filled the church with many of those uninhabited monuments,which had been erected to the memory of persons,whose bodies were perhaps buried in the plains of Blenheim, or in the bosom of the ocean.
I could not but be very much delighted with several modern epitaphs, which are written with great elegance of expression and justness of thought, and which there. fore, do honor to the living as well as to the dead. As a foreigner is very apt to conceive an idea of the igno rance or politeness of a nation, from the turn of their public monuments and inscriptions, they should be submitted to the perusal of men of learning and genius before they are put into execution. Sir Cloudsly Shovel's monument has very often given me great offence. Instead of the brave, rough English admiral, which was the distinguishing character of that plain gallant man, he is represented on his tomb, by the figure of a beau, dressed in a long periwig and reposing himself upon vel. vet cushions, under a canopy of state. The inscription is answerable to the monument ; for, instead of celebrating the many remarkable actions he had performed in
the service of his country, it acquaints us only with the manner of his death, in which it was impossible for him to reap any honor. The Dutch whom we are apt to despise for want of genius, show an infinitely greater taste in their buildings and works of this nature, than we meet with in those of our country. The monuments of their admirals, which have been erected at the public expense represent them like themselves, and are adorned with rostral crowns and naval ornaments, with beautiful festoons of seaweed, shells and coral.
I know that entertainments of this nature are apt to raise dark and dismal thoughts in timorous minds and gloomy imaginations ; but for my own part, though I am always serious, I do not know what it is to be melancholy ; and can therefore, take a view of nature in her deep and solemn scenes, with the same pleasure as in her most gay and delightful ones. By this means, I can improve myself with objects which others consider with terror. When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out ; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, i consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them; when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes ; I reflec: with sorrow and astonishment, on the litile competilions, factions and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day, when we shall all of us be colemporaries, and make our appearance together, III.-The Character of Mary, Queen of Scots.
ROBERTSON, TO all the charms of beauty, and the utmost elegance of external form, Mary added those accomplishments which render their impression irresistible. Polite, affable, insinuating,sprightly, and capable of speaking and of writing with equal ease and dignity. Sudden, however,