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Sneer. Why, that's true,—and that attack now on you the other day
Sir F. What? where ?
Dan. Ay, you mean in a paper of Thursday; it was completely ill-natured, to be sure.
Sir F. O, so much the better-Ha! ha! ha! I wouldn't have it otherwise.
Dan. Certainly, it's only to be laughed at: for--
Sneer. Pray, Dangle—Sir Fretful seems a little anxious
Sir F. O no !—anxious,—not 1,--not the least. I, But one may as well hear, you know.
Dan. Sneer, do you recollect?—[ Aside to SNEER.] Make out something
Sneer. [Aside to DANGLE] I will. (Aloud.] Yes, yes, I remember perfectly.
Sir F. Well, and pray now—not that it signifies--what might the gentleman say?
Sheer. Why, he roundly asserts that you have not the slightest invention or original genius whatever ; though you are the greatest traducer of all other authors living,
Sir F. Ha! ha! ha! Věry good!
Sneer. That, as to comedy, you have not one idea of your own, he believes, even in your commonplace-book, where stray jokes and pilfered witticisms are kept with as much method as the ledger of the Lost and Stolen Office.
Sir F. Ha! ha! ha! Very pleasant !
Sneer. Nay, that you are so unlucky as not to have the skill even to steal with taste : but that you glean from the ref'use of obscure volumes, where mūre judicious plaģiärists have been before you; so that the body of your work is a composition of dregs and sediments,-like a bad tavern's worst wine.
Sir F. Ha! ha!
bombast (bắm'bast) would be less intolerable, if the thoughts were ever suited to the expression ; but the homeliness of the sentiment stares through the fantastic encumbrance of its fine language like a clown in one of the new uniforms!
Sir F. Ha! ha!
Sneer. That your occasional tropes and flowers suit the general coarseness of your style, as tambour sprigs would a ground of linsey-wolsey ; while your imitations of Shakspeare resemble the mimicry of Falstaff's Page, and are about as near the standard of the original.
Sir F. Ha !
steal are of no service to you ; for the poverty of your own language prevents their assimilating ; so that they lie on the surface like lumps of marl on a barren moor, encumbering what it is not in their
power to fertilize! Sir F. (After great agitation. Now, another person would be vexed at this.
Sneer. Oh! but I wouldn't have told you, only to divert' you.
Sir F. I know it-I am divertid--Ha! ha! ha!—not the least invention !
-Ha! ha! ha! very good l very good! Sneer.. Yěs—no genius! Ha! ha! ha!
Dan. A severe rogue! ha! ha! But you are quite right, Sir Fretful, never to read such nonsense. You are quite right.
Sir F. To be sure—for, if there is anything to one's praise, it is a foolish vanity to be gratified at it; and if it is åbūse, why, one is always sure to hear of it from one good-natured friend or another!
R. B. SHERIDAN.
61. ANCIENT AND MODERN WRITERS.
HE classics possess a peculiar charm, from the circumstance that they have been the I
the masters, of composition and thought in all ages. In the contemplation of these august teachers of mankind, we are filled with conflicting emotions.
2. They are the early voice of the world, better remembered and more cherished still than all the intermediate words that have been uttered; as the lessons of childhood still haunt us when the impressions of later years have been effaced from the
mind. But they show with most unwelcome frequency the tokens of the world's childhood, before passion had yielded to the swāy of reason and the affections. They want the highest charm of purity, of righteousness, of elevated sentiments, of love to God and man.
3. It is not in the frigid philosophy of the Porch and the Academy that we are to seek these ; not in the marvelous teachings of Socratès,' as they come mended by the mellifluous words of Plato; not in the resounding line of Homer, on whose inspiring tale of blood Alexandero pillowed his head ; not in the animated strain of Pindar,' where virtue is pictured in the successful strife of an åth'lete at the Isthmian games ; not in the torrent of Demosthenès, dark with self-love and the spirit of vengeance ; not in the fitful philosophy and intemperate eloquence of Tully,' not in the genääl libertinism of Hõrace,' or the stately atheïsm of Lucretius. No: these must not be onu masters ; in none of these are we to seek the way of life.
4. For eighteen hundred years the spirit of these writers has been engaged in weaponlèss contest with the Sermon on the Mount, and those two sublime commandments on which hang all the law and the prophets. The strife is still pending. Heathenism, which has possessed itself of such sīren forms, is not yet exorcised. It still tempts the young, controls the affairs of active life, and haunts the meditations of age.
5. Our own productions, though they may yield to those of the ancients in the arrangement of ideas, in method, in beauty
1 Soc'ra tes, an illustrious Grecian in May or June, B. C. 323. philosopher and teacher of youth, • Pindar, the greatest of the Greek was born at Athens, in the year 468 lyric poets, born B. c. 518, and died B. C. Though the best of all the B. C. 439. men of his time, and one of the wisest • Athlete, a contender for victory and most just of all men, he unjustly in wrestling or other games. suffered the punishment of death • Tully, Marcus Tullius Cicero. for impiety, at the age of seventy. ? Hỏr ace, the Roman poet, born
' Mel lif lu ous, flowing with hon- on the 8th of December, B. C. 65, ey; sweetly flowing; smooth. and died on the 19th of November,
Alexander the Great, son of B. C. 8. Philip, king of Macedonia, one of 8 Lucretius, (lu krē'shiús), an em. the States of Greece, was born in the inent philosopher and poet; born at autumn, B. C. 356. He made so many Rome about 96 B. C., and said to have conquests that he was styled the died by his own hands in the fortyConqueror of the World. He died fourth year of his age, about 52.
of form, and in freshness of illustration, are immeasurably superior in the truth, delicacy, and elevation of their sentiments; above all, in the benign recognition of that great Christian revelation, the brotherhood of man. How vain are eloquence and poëtry, compared with this heaven-descended truth! Put in one scale that simple utterance, and in the other the lore of antiquity, with its accumulating glosses and commentaries, and the last will be light and trivial in the balance. Greek poetry has been likened to the song of the nightingale, as she sits in the rich, symmetrical crown of the palm-tree, trilling her thickwarbled notes ; but even this is less sweet and tender than the music of the human heart.
SUMNER. CHARLES SUMNER, son of Charles Pinckney Sumner, sheriff of Suffolk, Massachusetts, was born in Boston, 1811. He is widely known for the extent of his legal knowledge and general attainments. As an orator and writer, he stands deservedly high. His style is rapid and energetic, with much fullness of thought and illustration. He has a great deal of enthusiasm and courage, as is shown by his discourse on the “ True Grandeur of Nations.” On the death of Judge Story, in 1845, he was offered the vacant seat on the bench of the Supreme Court of the United States, which honor he persisted in declining. He was elected to the Senate of the United States in 1851, to fill the vacancy created by the resignation of Daniel Webster, and still retains that position (1866).
OME words on Language may be well applied ;
Words lead to things; a scale is more precise, -
A frozen, passive, palsied breathing-hole.
Tie the small muscles, when he strives to talk ;
Nature's rude impress, long before he knew
The sunny street that holds the sifted few.
We gain some freedom of the lips and tongue;
No late-caught rustic can enunciate view (vū). 4. A few brief stanzas may be well employed
To speak of errors we can all avoid.
To hear a teacher call a root' a root.”
let it fall; Don't, like a lecturer or dramatic star, Try over hard to roll the British R; Do put your accents in the proper spot ; Don't-let me beg you—don't say “ How?” for “ What ?” And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew the pathway with those dreadful urs.' HOLMES. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, son of the late Abiel Holmes, D.D., was born at Cambridge, Massachusetts, on the 29th of August, 1809. He received his early education at Phillips Exeter Academy, and entered Harvard University in 1825. On being graduated, after a year's application to the study of law, he relinquished it, and devoted himself with ardor and industry to the pursuit of medicine. He visited Europe in the spring of 1833, principally residing at Paris while abroad, where he attended the hospitals, became personally acquainted with many of Root, (r8t).
plying its place by the unmeaning · Root, (růt).
syllable "ur,” is here happily con• Urs, the drawling style in which demned. Such babits may easily be many persons are in the habit of corrected by a little presence of mind, talking, heedlessly hesitating to think or by following the direction, Think of a word, and the meanwhile sup- twice before you speak once.