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The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh
Adam and Eve are forgiven. Nevertheless, they are driven from the beautiful garden which had been the scene of their innocence and bliss. The sentence is made known to them by a heavenly messenger sent for the purpose.
Eve's LAMENT ON BEING BANISHED FROM PARADISE.
Adam at the news
O unexpected stroke, worse than of death!
Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend,
SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS.
When I consider how my light is spent
r days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he, returning, chide ;
I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent
Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
SAMUEL BUTLER, (1612-1680), the author of HUDE BRAS, lived during the time of the Commonwealth. His poem is a satire upon the rigid notions and manners of the English Puritans of that day. Satire, however keenly enjoyed by contemporaries, seldom outlives its own age. When such is the case, it is conclusive evidence of extraordinary merit. Nearly two centuries have now elapsed since the first publication of this poem, and it still holds its place among the classic productions of the English muse. Few writings of that day have been more read or more quoted. Many of its expressions, indeed, have become identified with the language, and not a few of its ideas completely incorporated into the national mind.
The plan of the poem is taken from Don Quixote, and is very simple. A Puritan justice, with his attendant, an Independent clerk, are represented under the character of the Knight Sir Hudibras, and his Squire Ralph, sallying out to correct abuses in church and state.
EXPEDITION OF HUDIBRAS.
When civil dudgeon first grew high,
When gospel-trumpeter, surrounded
CHARACTER OF HUDIBRAS.
A wight he was, whose very sight would Entitle him, mirror of knighthood; That never bowed his stubborn knee To anything but chivalry; Nor put up blow, but that which laid Right-worshipful on shoulder-blade: Chief of domestic knights and errant, Either for chartel or for warrant: Great on the bench, great on the saddle. That could as well bind o'er, as swaddle: Mighty he was at both of these, And styled of war as well as peace. (So some rats, of amphibious nature, Are either for the land or water.) But here our authors make a doubt, Whether he were more wise or stout; Some hold the one, and some the other: But howsoe'er they make a pother, The difference was so small, his brain Outweighed his rage but half a grain ; Which made some take him for a tool That knaves do work with, called a fool.
For 't has been held by many, that
on holidays, or so,
He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skilled in analytic; He could distinguish, and divide A. hair 'twixt south and south-west side ; On either which he would dispute, Confute, change hands, and still confute; He'd undertake to prove by force Of argument a man's no horse ; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl,