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Jane. I have well bethought me of my duties : oh, how extensive they are! what a goodly and fair inheritance! But tell me, would you command me never more to read Cicero, and Epictetus,' and Plutarch,' and Polybius ? The others I do resign; they are good for the arbor and for the gravel-walk; yět leave unto me, I beseech you, my friend and father, leave unto me for my fireside and for my pillow, truth, eloquence, coŭrage, constancy.
As. Read them on thy marriage-bed, on thy child-bed, on thy death-bed. Thou spotlèss, undrooping lily, they have fenced thee right well. These are the men for men; these are to fashion the bright and blessed creatures whom God one day shall smile upon in thy chaste bosom.' Mind thou thy husband.
Jane. I sincerely love the youth (yooth) who hath espoused me; I love him with the fondest, the most solicitous affection; I pray to the Almighty for his goodness and happiness, and do forgět at times—unworthy supplicant !—the prayers I should have offered for myself. Never fear that I will disparage my kind religious teacher, by disobedience to my husband in the most trying duties.
As. Gentle is he, gentle and virtuous; but time will harden him : time must harden even thee, sweet Jane! Do thou, complacently and indirectly, lead him from ambition.
Jane. He is contented with me and with home.
As. Ah, Jane! Jane! men of high estate grow tired of contentedness.
Jane. He told me he never liked books unless I read them to him : I will read them to him every morning ; I will open new worlds to him richer than those discovered by the Spaniard ; I
1 Ep'ic te'tus, a stoic philosopher, of “Moralia” or “Ethical Works,” the moralist of Rome, lived about 90 amount to upward of sixty. They years after Christ. His moral wri.
are pervaded by a kind, humane distings are justly very celebrated. position, and a love of every thing
? Plutarch, (plū' tårk), an eminent that is ennobling and excellent. ancient philosopher and writer, au. • Po lờb' i us, a celebrated Greek thor of “Parallel Lives," which con- historian and statesman, was born in tains the biography of forty-six dis- Arcadia, B.C. 203. He wrote a “Uni. tinguished Greeks and Romans, was versal History” in forty books, of born in Chæronea, a city of Boeotia, which we have only five complete, about 50 years after Christ. His writ- and an abridgment of twelve others. ings, comprehended under the title * Bosom, (bůz' um).
will conduct him to treasures-oh what treasures! on which he may sleep in innocence and peace.
As. Rather do thou walk with him, ride with him, play with him—be his faery, his page, his ěvery thing that love and poëtry have invented,—but watch him well ; sport with his fancies; turn them about like the ringlets round his cheek ; and if ever he meditate on power, go toss up thy baby to his brow, and bring back his thoughts into his heart by the music of thy discourse. Teach him to live unto God and unto thee; and he will discover that women, like the plants in woods, derive their softness and tenderness from the shade.
LANDOR. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR was born in Warwick, England, on the 30th of Jan. uary, 1775, and was educated at Rugby and Oxford. He first resided at Swansea, in Wales, dependent on his father for a small income, where he commenced his “Imaginary Conversations,” a work which alone establishes his fame. His first publication was a small volume of poems, dated 1793. On succeeding to the family estate he became entirely independent, and was enabled to indulge to the fullest his propensity to literature. He left England in 1806, married in 1814, and went to Italy the following year, where he has since chiefly resided. His collected works, of prose and verse, were published in 1846, in two large volumes. Mr. Landon is a poet of great originality and power. But he is most favorably known now, as he will be by posterity, for hisprose productions, which, written in pure nervous English, are full of thoughts that fasten themselves on the mind, and are“ a joy forever.” His “Imaginary Conversations," from which the preceding dialogue was selected, is a very valuable work. It is rich in scholarship; full of imagination, wit, and humor; correct, concise, and pure in style; various in interest, and universal in sympathy. He died at Florence, Sept. 17, 1864.
118. PARRHASIUS AND THE CAPTIVE.
THERE stood an unsold captive in the mart,
Chained to a pillar. It was almost night,
As the faint captive changed his weary feet.
in Ath'ens the cold gaze
And touched his unhealed wounds, and with a sneer
The ebbing blood into his pallid face.
Tipped with a golden fire the many domes
Thrõng on him as they would. 4.
Unmarked of him,
Told what a tooth of fire was at his heart.
Streamed richly, and the hidden colors stole
And in the soft and dewy atmosphere Parrhasius, (păr rā' ziủs), a distin- Parrhasius having exhibited a piece, guished painter of antiquity, born Zeuxis said, “Remove your curtain about the year 450 B. C., was a native that we may see your painting.” of Ephesus, though others say he was The curtain was the painting. Zeuxis an Athenian, and the rival of Zeuxis. acknowledged his defeat, saying, The latter painted grapes so natur
“ Zeuxis has deceived birds, but ally that birds came to pick them. Parrhasius has deceived Zeuxis.”
Like forms and landscapes magical they lay.
The lint-specks floated in the twilight air. 6. Parrhasius stood, gazing forgětfully
Upon his canvas. There Promē’theūs * lay,
Were like the winged god’s, breathing from his flight 7. “Bring me the captive now!
My hand feels skillful, and the shadows lift
And I could paint the bow
Cy thē' ris, a celebrated courte- thology, was son of the Titan Sapetus san, the mistress of Antony, and sub- and Clymene. His name signifies sequently of the poet Gallus, who forethought. For offenses against Jumentions her in his poems under the piter, he was chained to a rock on name of Lycoris.
Mount Caucasus, where an eagle con. Diana, (di à' na), an ancient Ital- sumed in the daytime his liver, which ian divinity, whom the Romans iden- was restored in eachsucceedingnight
. tified with the Greek Artemis. Ac- 6 Lem' ni an, from Lemnos, now cording to the mostancient accounts, Stalimni, an island of the Greek Arshe was the daughter of Jupiter and chipelago, where the lame HephæsLeto, and the twin sister of Apollo. tus, or Vulcan, the god of fire, is said
Jõve, Jupiter, the supreme deity to have fallen, when Jupiter hurled of the Romans, called Zeus by the him down from heaven. Hence the Greeks.
workshop of the god is sometimes • Pro mē' thoūs, in heathen my placed in this island.
“Ha! bind him on his back!
Now-bend him to the rack!
And tear agape that healing wound afresh! 9.
“So-let him writhe! How long
Gods! if I could but paint a dying groan! 10. “ 'Pity' thee! So I do!
I pity the dumb victim at the altar-
I'd rack thee, though I knew
What were ten thousand to a fame like mine. 11. “ Hereafter!' Ay-hereafter!
A whip to keep a coward to his track!
To check the skeptic's laughter?
And I may take some softer path to glory. 12. No, no, old man! we die
Even as the flowers, and we shall breathe away
Strain well thy fainting eye-
The light of heaven will never reach thee more. 13. “Yět there's a děathlèss name!
A spirit that the smothering vault shall spurn,
And though its crown of flame
By all the fiery stars! I'd bind it on! 14. “Ay-though it bid me rifle
My heart's last fount for its insatiate thirst-