very frightful in a houfe, quoth Obadiah.I never mind it myself, faid Jonathan, upon a coach-box. I pity my mistress.-She will never get the better of it, cried Sufannah.-Now I pity the Captain the moft of any one in the family, anfwered Trim. Madam will get ease of heart in weeping, and the 'Squire in talking about it,-but. my poor master will keep it all in filence to himself.-I shall hear him sigh in his bed for a whole month together, as he did for Lieutenant Le Fevre. An' please your honour, do not figh fo piteously, I would fay to him as I laid befide him. I cannot help it, Trim, my mafter would fay,-'tis fo melancholy an accident-I cannot get it off my heart.Your honour fears not death yourfelf-I hope, Trim, I fear nothing, he would fay, but the doing a wrong thing.-Well, he would add, whatever betides, I will take care of Le Fore's boy. And with that, like a quieting draught, his honour would fall asleep. I like to hear Trim's stories about the Captain, faid Su annab. He is a kindly-hearted gentleman, faid Obadiah, as ever lived.. -Aye, and as brave a one too, faid the Corporal, as ever ftept before a platoon. There never was a better officer in the king's army, or a better man in God's world; for he would march up to the mouth of a cannon, though he faw the lighted match at the very touch-hole, and yet, for all that, he has a heart as foft as a child for other people. He would not hurt a chicken.-I would fooner, quoth Jonathan, drive fuch a gentleman for Leven pounds a year-than fome for eight.-Thank - thee, Jonathan! for thy twenty fhillings,-as much, Jonathan, faid the Corporal, fhaking him by the hand, as if thou hadft put the money into my own pocket. -I would serve him to the day of my death out of love. He is a friend and a brother to me,-and could I be fure my poor brother Tom was dead,-continued the Corporal, taking out his handkerchief,-were I worth ten thousand pounds, I would leave every fhilling of it to the Captain.-Trim could not refrain from tears at this testamentary proof he gave of his affection to his mafter. The whole kitchen was affected. T. SHANDY, VOL. III. c. 7. MR. SHANDY's RESIGNATION FOR THE LOSS OF HIS SON. PHILOSOPHY HILOSOPHY has a fine saying for every thing- "'Tis an inevitable chance-the first statute of Mag"na Charta-it is an everlasting act of parliament All muft die. 66 - "Monarchs and princes dance in the fame ring with us. "To'die, is the great debt and tribute due unto na"ture: tombs and monuments, which should perpe"tuate our memories, pay it themselves; and the "proudeft pyramid of them all, which wealth and "science have erected, has loft its apex, and stands "obtruncated in the traveller's horizon-Kingdoms "and provinces, and towns and cities, have they " not their periods? and when those principles and powers, which at first cemented and put them toge"ther, have performed their several revolutions, they "fall back. ་་ "Where is Troy, and Mycena, and Thebes, and Delos, "and Perfepolis, and Agrigentum?-What is become "of Nineveh and Babylon, of Cyzicum, and Mitylene? "The fairest towns that ever the fun rofe upon are 44 now no more: the names only are left, and those "[for many of them are wrong spelt] are falling "themfelves by piece-meal to decay, and in length "of time will be forgotten, and involved with every "thing in a perpetual night: the world itself mustmust come to an end. " "Returning out of Afia, when I failed from Ægina "towards Megara, I began to view the country round "about. Egina was behind me, Megara was before, Pyraus on the right hand, Corinth on the left."What flourishing towns now proftrate upon the * earth! Alas! alas! faid I to myself, that man should "difturb his foul for the lofs of a child, when so much as this lies awfully buried in his prefence.-Remember, faid I to myfelf again-remember thou art a man. "My fon is dead!-fo much the better;-'tis a "fhame in fuch a tempeft to have but one anchor. But he is gone for ever from us!-be it fo. He "is got from under the hands of his barber before he 55 was bald-he is but rifen from a feaft before he "was furfeited-from a banquet before he had got ❝ drunken. "The Thracians wept when a child was born-and "feasted and made merry when a man went out of the "world; and with reafon. Death opens the gate of "fame, and fhuts the gate of envy after it-it un "looses the chain of the captive, and puts the "bondfman's task into another man's hands. "Shew me the man who knows what life is, who "dreads it, and I'll fhew thee a prisoner who dreads "his liberty." CONTENTMENT. HERE are thousands fo extravagant in their THERE ideas of contentment, as to imagine that it must confist in having every thing in this world turn out the way they wish-that they are to fit down in happinefs, and feel themselves fo at ease at all points, as to defire nothing better and nothing more. I own there are inftances of fome, who feem to pass through the world as if all their paths had been strewed with rofe-buds of delight;but a little experience will convince us, 'tis a fatal expectation to go upon.-We are born to trouble; and we may depend upon it whilst we live in this world we shall have it, though with intermiffions—that is, in whatever state we are, we fhall find a mixture of good and evil; and therefore the true way to contentment is to know how to receive these certain viciffitudes of life,—the returns of good and evil, so as neither to be exalted by the one, or overthrown by the other, but to bear ourselves towards every thing which happens with fuch eafe and indif ference of mind, as to hazard as little as may be. This is the true temperate climate fitted for us by nature, and in which every wife man would wish to live. SERMON XV. P. 17 THERE THE TRANSLATION. PARIS. HERE was nobody in the box I was let into but a kindly old French officer. I love the character, not only because I honour the man whose manners are softened by a profeffion which makes bad men worse; but that I once knew one-for he is no more-and why fhould I not refcue one page from. |