صور الصفحة
PDF
النشر الإلكتروني

quested Sweeney to convey me as soon as possible to Snow's island. He was alarmed at my pallid looks, and begged me to compose myself, while he went out to call Kate to my assistance.-The stranger having finished his commission, rose and respectfully saluting me, departed.

While Sweeney was saddling the horse on which it was agreed I should ride behind this faithful friend, I told Kate as much of my cause of distress as it was fit I should reveal, and left a message for Edith, that unexpected intelligence rendered it necessary I should see Marion immediately, and I had taken Sweeney as a guide to his camp. I took an affectionate leave of my dear foster-mother, whose heart seemed to swell with suppressed grief at the trial to which she saw me exposed by this mysterious journey.

Securely mounted, we proceeded on rapidly in the direction of Marion's camp, keeping clear of the beaten track, for Sweeney knew every path and turn, however intricate to a general observer. We proceeded in silence for some time; at length I ventured to ask him how he ascertained the errand of the person who brought me the letter.

"La! my lady, a'nt that all my business, to find out what folks are after, specially when they come this way? You know, Miss Constance, I a'nt been at the Lodge for some time."

his own eye now.' 'It's a lie,' I said, feeling my dander rise; she never wanted to do no such thing: the British officers might go to Guinea, before she'd soil her hand by giving it to one of them.' 'I meant no affront,' said the other; 'I did not know that you were a friend or servant of the lady's. But if you are, I can tell you how you can serve her in a most important matter.' 'I reckon I know what will serve her as well as you can tell me.' 'Maybe not. I have a letter for her; and if you will bring me in speech of her, it will be the greatest kindness you ever rendered her in your life.' 'How do I know you speak fair? I answered, 'for you a'nt what you pretend to be, but a British soldier, if ever I saw one.' 'I perceive,' he replied, that deception is a vain attempt with you: my errand is to Miss Marion, from a tried friend of hers. I have promised to deliver into her hand a paper on which much depends.' I believe you now speak true,' says I, 'and if you will follow me, I will bring you to her presence.' The rest you know, my lady. I don't want you to break your word, but I guess there is foul dealings between that hot blooded villain Heyward and the robber Butler, who I hear is on the watch to surprise our camp. But don't shiver so, my pretty bird; my notion is that they'll fall into their own snare."

Upon this, he quickened the pace of our little palfrey, and about dusk we came in view of Marion's fires.

"No, I wondered you did not return to bring us Sweeney was too well recognised to be interrupted in accounts of the camp, as usual."

his progress, so that we halted at the General's tent without being questioned by any one. Our first inquiry was, whether Marion was within; which being answered in the affirmative, I entered hastily, without giving notice of my arrival. My uncle's astonishment at seeing me there was too evident to be disguised, though he did not express it in words until the officers of his staff who were present had withdrawn. His first words were full of interest and affection. "My dear child, what misfortune has driven you here? for I am sure from your looks that something weighs heavily on your heart." I then told him the substance of the information I had received, and the source from which it came. He said there could be no doubt of its

"Well, I'll tell you why. I was gone to Camden, to hear a leetle more about them fellows under Watson, as was coming down so fast to break us up at Snow's island. I got certain information that they are coming, but not so soon but we can outwit 'em. Jogging along with some cow hides before me, (for you must know I am sometimes a trader in leather, if the turn suits my purpose,) I overtakes a stranger undertaking to be a countryman; but you see it's not for Sweeney to be fooled that way. I knowed him for a soldier as soon as I set eyes on him, and a British soldier too: I'm too old a cock not to know the game when I see it; but I didn't let on, but jest fell into chat about the hard times, and the scarcity of leather and other neces-authenticity. It was corroborated in his own mind by saries. I asked him if he knowed the price of leather in Charleston at the present time. I saw he was rather jubous about talking of that place; so I goes on and says I sold some prime leather some time since to the British officers there, and as I knew Webster, I named him. He sort o' started at that, and said he had heard Col. Webster was much of a gentleman. 'More,' I replied, than can be said of many of them that wear the king's gewgaws.' He answered nothing, but turning the subject, asked me if I was much acquainted in the neighborhood around, as he was a clock-mender by trade, and would like to get business. I told him the folks about here was glad to keep their heads on their shoulders; they didn't care much about clocks or any of them jimcracks now-a-days. 'What,' says he, 'a'nt they got Gen. Marion there at Snow's island to defend them?' 'It don't signify,' I says, 'whether he's there or elsewhere, unless he could be everywhere at once; though he pretty near does it, I must agree.' The stranger paused a little, and then said, 'There's been a talk in Charleston that a niece of his wanted to run off with a British officer. I suppose he keeps her under

evident signs of the secret movements of the banditti, which had induced him to change his position so as to entrap the enemy whenever they made the assault.— "The only puzzling question, my Constance," he said, patting my pale cheek, "is what to do with your little self. It is evident the ruffians think you are secreted in my quarters, and I would place you beyond the scene of conflict."

"Let me, dear uncle, return to the Lodge. You know that is in the truce ground."

"Yes, were you only there; but should you remain here until to-morrow, there might be some risk in returning; and you look too much exhausted for further travel to-night."

I declared myself capable of further exertion, and insisted on being allowed to remount behind Sweeney and retrace my steps to the Lodge. He preferred waiting until the scout under Norwood returned, which, he said, must be in the course of an hour, when we should hear whether the passes were practicable, and I could be attended by a sufficient escort. Before the expected time, the young officer and his

party returned. Norwood's consternation at meeting | forcing a passage through the ranks of the pursuers, me in Marion's tent, was little less than if he had seen now galloping down the footpath. "God and our good an apparition. He could scarcely restrain the fearful swords, my comrades," he exclaimed, "will give us the emotion with which his mind was filled in beholding victory. Show no quarter to a single villain who does me. His first words were, "Do I dream, or do I really not surrender immediately. Sweeney, I commit to you behold Miss Marion? I almost fear to ask what acci- the precious charge of Constance. Hazard every thing dent, or rather misfortune, has brought her to our quar- for her safety," were his last words, as he rode forward ters ?" in the front of his troopers.

"Rather tell me, Sydney,” I said, gaily smiling, (for I saw fearful apprehension on his brow,) “by what fortunate accident I can escape from them; for I perceive from your's and Gen. Marion's salutations, I am rather an unwelcome visiter."

"Certainly an unlooked for one; and only unwelcome, because too precious to be be exposed to danger," he said, pressing my hand in his own.

[ocr errors]

The firing now began; the numbers appeared equal, but such was the courage and skill of Norwood's party, that they had nearly disarmed the band, when the enemy from below hearing the musketry, rushed forward with all speed to the attack. One exclamation from Sweeney, "My God, we are gone!" gave me the full conviction that my fate was sealed. He waited not another moment, but snatching me from the saddle, bore me into the woods. I heard the trampling of horses, the clashing of swords, mingled with the curses and groans of the falling and dying-and my senses vanished in the horrors of the scene. Soon I was alike unconscious of the desperate fury with which Norwood's party fought, until they were overpowered by superior numbers, or the rude grasp which tore me from the arms of Sweeney, a breathing but senseless thing,

After making inquiries as to the position of the enemy, and ascertaining that the passes were still open, it was arranged that Capt. Norwood and ten good troopers should attend me back to the Lodge. I was mounted on a fleet little jennet of my uncle's, and with Sweeney acting as vanguard, we set forth. Sydney endeavored to reassure me by assuming a gaiety which I saw he did not feel, while I attempted to disguise the fear that even the rustling of a leaf gave me, lest the dark heart-or of the dreary abode to which my inanimate form was ed Heyward should arise in our path.

hurried, where the spell of insensibility was only broken We had proceeded quietly along several miles, when by the ravings of a brain fever. For ten days the our scout Sweeney gave notice that there were two liquid fire rolled through my head, creating a world of riders a little ahead, who by their lagging pace seemed frantic griefs and joys in its own fancy; and well it to wish to be overtaken by our party. As our intention was that reason did not sooner resume her empire; the was to avoid observation, we struck off into a footpath conflict between that and despair must have ended my just before us. At this, the horsemen halted, and seem-existence. Nature at length worn out with exertion, ed to wish to reconnoitre our numbers as we passed. fell into a deep repose, which lasted without interrupWhen we were quite clear of them, Norwood regretted tion two entire days, and which was supposed by my that he had not kept the road, as the passengers were attendants the immediate precursor of death; but the probably huntsmen waiting for the game. Sweeney buoyancy of young and vigorous life was again to awake. was of a different opinion. He said they had too much It was during this long dream, that the soft whisper curiosity to see who we were, and what was our strength. of a gentle voice stole into my ear and awoke me to “I wish," he said, significantly, "we may be clear of something like consciousness of my being and identity. them now. I have a suspicion I have seen one of the I looked up without fear, for I was not yet awake to fellows before." the past or present, and saw a lovely little girl bending

I started with dread, and asked who he thought it over me, and adjusting the pillow that supported my

was.

head. A smile of delight brightened her cheek, as her "Oh, lady, there's few travel these parts that can eye met my glance, and she exclaimed, "Oh! lady, say Sweeney's eye ha'nt been on him. Capt. Nor-you are better! How glad I am!" wood," he continued, "I'm thinking two or three of us had better ride ahead, and see whether all's clear in the bottom below here: it's like as not the villains have laid an ambuscade in the pass, for I know something of their devilment."

“An excellent suggestion, Sweeney," replied he, "and as you are acknowledged to be the best file-leader in our troop, I depute you to take four of our number and reconnoitre the passes below."

Our advance-guard were soon out of hearing, and we proceeded cautiously forward, listening intently for a signal from them. At length we heard the sound of horses' hoofs; but whether behind or before us, it was difficult at first to ascertain. Too soon we perceived that horsemen in our rear were gaining fast upon us, and we pushed forward to meet our spies, who told us there were full twenty men stationed in the defile below us, through whom we must cut our way if we attempted to pass. Norwood evinced no trepidation, but ordering his men to wheel about, declared his determination of

"Where am I, dear child ?" I said; "tell me, had I not an uncle Marion, and a dearer friend still? Are they here too?"

"I don't know their names, but grandmother does; the gentleman loves you much, and watches by you every day. I hope he is the one you love so much." "Norwood!" I exclaimed, " isn't that his name?— tell me, dear, for my head turns with the dreadful thoughts that come over me. How came I here?-for I was in a mortal conflict. Will you tell me, good lady?" I exclaimed with palpitating heart, addressing myself to the old woman.

"She is deaf," replied the girl, "but I will tell her what you say." She then repeated my words. "You are with friends, lady: the gentleman is your relation."

"My uncle!" I repeated, with clasped hands, looking to heaven.

"You will soon see him," she replied. "I will tell him you are better."

She left the room, while I impatiently awaited his | gentleman and his people." I seized the paper, and entrance. She returned, saying that my friend thought read these words: I was not yet strong enough to bear his presence; but recommended an anodyne, which would compose me, and he promised to see me early the next day. I was soothed again to repose, and did not awake until the sun was pouring his morning rays full in at my window. My little nurse was soon near me, greeting my reviving

senses with a smile.

"Has my uncle Marion come ?" were my first words.

"Marion is that his name?"

"Do you doubt it?" I exclaimed, with emotion. "No; only I never heard them call him so: but he is here, and talks of carrying you away, if you are well enough, to-day."

"I have discovered the place of your confinement, and will rescue you at the risk of life. To-night at the hour of twelve expect deliverance; but on no account betray your hopes. You are surrounded by the creamoved to another place to-day. Feign extreme illness, tures of your persecutor. Do not suffer yourself to be insensibility, or any other stratagem that will best

succeed."

It was Norwood's hand that traced the lines. He was then alive, and able again to venture his life for me! My heart throbbed with the idea till it was near bursting. I concealed my head under the bedcover

"Go, my sweet child," I answered eagerly, "tell him until I could recover something like tranquillity. Then to come to me this moment."

embracing Nannie, who stood in tearful silence by my

"Be cautious, lady,” she whispered, “all in this house, except me, are friends of your persecutor, and Butler's folks hang round the house to do his bidding." "Who gave you this note ?" I said softly.

The girl went out; and in a few minutes, the door side, I said, "You are a beam of hope to light up my opened gently, and looking up, I beheld Heyward!-darkness." Why I did not expire at the sight, is a wonder to me. The fangs of the destroyer seemed to be in my heart; but God's mercy preserved me to mourn over my past ingratitude, and praise him for future blessings.-After a paroxysm of anguish too great for expression, I heard the pretending villain declare, that he had saved me from the grasp of the ruffian, worse than death, and borne me to this place of safety. He asseverated that his only wish was to make me happy; and wound up all by hoping that as a reward, I would crown the ardent desires he had so long entertained with success. I could scarcely restrain my resentment at his base and hypocritical conduct; but prudence urged me to speak calmly, while I said, “Heyward, I am in your power; your victim I may be, but only in death. Restore me to those from whom you have torn me: then only shall I believe you intend me any thing but evil."

"What," he replied, "had you rather be in the power of Butler's gang, than under my protection, with every thing in the world to minister to your happiness?" "Where are the protectors under whose charge I started from my uncle's camp?"

"Norwood and his troopers, do you mean?-all cut off or made prisoners by the banditti. I found you in their power, and rescued you at the risk of my own life."

"A lame man, with a fiddle and dancing dog. He has been here before since you came, and plays for a penny; but no one cares to hear him but me. I had no notion he knew you when I first told him how sick you were, and how sorry I was because I thought something troubled your mind. To-day he came again, when the men were all gone, and slipped this into my hand, telling me that the young lady's life depended on this paper. 'If you love her, let no eye but her's see it.' I took it, and promised to give it to you secretly."

Hearing a noise in the adjoining room, I motioned to her to put it in the flames, and closing my eyes, affected sleep. It was the old woman, whose deafness proved quite a blessing to me. I heard her ask Nannie how the sick lady seemed to be. Nannie, having her part ready, screamed out, "Still quiet; I don't believe she will ever open her eyes again in this world."

"Well, it can't be helped. It's true I had rather she should not die here. It seems to give a house a kind of strange feeling like; but it's certain she can't be carried off while she's in this way."

The day passed away, and I still affected a deathlike "Heyward," I asked firmly, "was Capt. Norwood stupor. About nightfall Heyward returned, having killed?" made preparations to take me away. I heard him "No, he was not dead when I left the field, but mor- inquire eagerly, "How is the lady now?-better, I tally wounded.”

"Then show me one act of mercy; let the same sword that drank his blood end this wretched existence."

I heard not his answer; darkness again rolled over my sight, and forgetfulness swept its oblivious wing over my mind.

hope."

"Better! No," replied she woman, "she seems to be going very fast. She is past rousing now, and she strangles if you attempt to give her any thing to drink."

"Impossible!" was his only reply. "Let me see her this moment." He approached the bed, and took my Heyward left me to the care of the old woman, while apparently lifeless hand in his. The trepidation of his he went to seek a more secluded abode for me. An soul shook his frame-his hand trembled, while he hour afterwards, the little nurse seeing me stir, whisper-pressed mine to his lips, and besought me by every ed in my ear, "Lady, wake, for heaven's sake wake! endearing name to speak but once to him. My only here is something for you-look! it is a note for you-answer was a convulsive groan. "She must have a friend brought it, and I have promised no eye but yours shall see it." I heard, and roused my exhausted powers to attend to her words. "Here, take it, lady," continued Nannie, “and read it before any body comes in it is of great consequence he said, and I promised to help you all I could, and keep it a secret from the

medical assistance," he said hurriedly. "I will go immediately in search of it. Her pulse still vibrates. Live she must, she shall, by heaven”—and he dashed off in pursuit of assistance.

He had some difficulty in procuring medical advice; which detained him until the hour of twelve had nearly

arrived. He was rapidly ascending the steps which led | ling fiddler, in order to ascertain where you were, and to the room where I lay, when the alarm was given prepare for the rescue. The rest, dear Constance, is that the house was besieged by an armed force. In a deeply impressed on your memory." moment all was confusion. Heyward rushed out to meet the foe; and in the general panic I was left alone with Nannie, whose self-possession never forsook her. She proceeded quickly to assist me to rise and dress myself, so as to be ready for flight whenever the auspicious moment should arrive. The combat seemed to rage without. At length the strife approached nearer, and the door of my chamber was burst open by the furious struggle of two combatants, one of whom fell headlong on the floor, weltering in his own blood. I instantly recognised in the fallen victim the wretched Heyward, and in the other the triumphant Norwood. My senses swam round at the sight, and for a few moments I was transfixed with horror. The first words I distinctly heard were those of the conqueror-"Perish, base wretch, at the feet of her whom you would have made the victim of your perfidy and crime." Heyward turned his dying eyes towards me, and consternation was mingled with the phrenzy of rage and anguish. "Death," he said "has cheated me at last of the prize for which I sacrificed peace, honor and life. Constance Marion lives while I"-die, he would have said, but the last word was lost in expiring nature.

I replied, that my only cause of sorrow was the coldness of my heart towards the great Author of all goodness, who had given success to the efforts used for my deliverance.

Edith met me with her accustomed heartfelt joy, mingled with a sympathy for my past sufferings, which often suffused her bright eyes with tears. My strength returned rapidly, and my spirits, though somewhat chastened in the school of affliction, regained their wonted cheerfulness, without the undue proportion of pride and self-will, which had once combated, and often ruled my better feelings. I now felt that "better is he that ruleth his spirit, in the fear of the Lord, than he that taketh a city."

Norwood turned away from the shocking spectacle, and clasping me in his arms, exclaimed, "My Constance does live-but oh! how does the pallid cheek, the wasted form, speak of sufferings too great for expression."

As soon as I could calm my agitated feelings, I gave Norwood some account of the frightful dream of existence since we parted. He besought me to seek repose, while he proceeded to the neighboring village to procure a light vehicle for my accommodation.

The following morning, I took leave of my prison, not without taking an affectionate leave of the lovely Nannie. Tears of unaffected sorrow moistened her cheek in parting with me, while I placed on her slender finger a jewelled ring, the symbol of my sincere and grateful recollection of her kindness to me.

Norwood supported me in the carriage, while his faithful followers escorted us safely to the Lodge. I inquired of him on the way, how he and so many of his troop had escaped the snare of the banditti.

"All,” replied he, "through Sweeney's art. When he found their numbers overpowering us, and you were snatched from his arms, he slid through the bushes, and getting into the rear un perceived, raised the shout of Marion in so loud and triumphant a voice, that the whole gang believed Marion was just on them, and they took to flight, leaving all the spoils, except yourself, on the field. My wounds were severe, but with the help of my brave fellows, I reached camp. Parties were immediately sent by the General in different directions in search of you, and the enemy who had borne you off, (for their plan of surprising our camp, was abandoned as soon as you were captured,) but without success. Ten days elapsed without our obtaining any intelligence of you; at length Sweeney recognised Heyward's groom, George, in one of the hangers-on at a little inn in the country, and dogging his footsteps unperceived, watched him to his master's quarters. Afterwards he played the part of the strol

Gen. Marion was soon to join the southern army under Greene, and Norwood urged the consummation of our engagement before his departure. My uncle and Lieutenant Stuart were the only guests present. The former gave me a father's blessing in confiding my future happiness to another. Edith and Lieut. Stuart plighted their vows of mutual love on this occasion; but their marriage was deferred until the end of the campaign.

We both remained at the Lodge, while our hearts' best hopes were reaping laurels in the glorious fields which expelled the enemy from our southern country. Our lives passed quietly, except as our bosoms throbbed for the safety of those dearest to us, whose absence was not relieved by the frequent tidings which now fills up the tedious void. Sweeney too was gone, whose store of accurate information, gathered in all quarters, was a resource in times of danger or doubt.

The evacuation of Charleston, sounded a note of joy through the whole country. Sydney wrote me by an express to meet him in the now free and joyous capital. With hearts almost bursting with joy, Edith and myself obeyed the summons. My husband was not one of the last to feel the impulse of delight which pervaded all ranks at the departure of the enemy.

After a rehearsal of all that had transpired since we were separated, of deepest interest to ourselves, I naturally turned towards the early scenes and associations of my life. Inquiring for my good old friend Sir John, I was told that he died suddenly a short time before. It was thought the old man was brokenhearted, being left alone in the world, by the death of his son, and the elopement of Miss Rachel with the British Captain Dawkins. The lady who gave me these sad details, said he pondered on his misfortunes till he neither ate nor slept. My heart melted at the recital, and I learnt another lesson of the vanity of all hopes built below the skies.

The fate of the noble Webster is too well known to need repetition. The bloody field of Guilford was strewn with the chivalry of both England and America; but among the fallen brave, were none more worthy to be lamented than the generous Col. Webster.-Gen. Marion's history is interwoven with the records of our national existence. It does not remain for me to speak of his deeds of excellence or glory.-Your father lived to receive the honor and gratitude of his country, and to see the fruits of our glorious victory in the freedom

and happiness of a whole nation. Death at last came in so gentle a form, that he seemed not a tyrant, even while he stole from my heart its only earthly stay. Consumption terminated his life in the tenth year of our union. But he died not as the wicked perish; the hopes of a glorious immortality illumined the darkness of the tomb, and shed on his last moments the ineffable light of a blissful eternity.

I cannot close this sketch without leaving a tribute of affection to the tried and faithful virtue of my humble friends, John and Kate Sweeney. They were my counsellors and support in all my sorrows and difficul ties, and I leave them not only a competency for life, but my ardent prayers that God may shower every blessing on their heads.

LORD BACON.

HIS CHARACTER, AND WRITINGS.

PART III.

Common sense, the ruling principle of Bacon's philosophy. Contrast, between a Baconian and a Stoic. Importance attached by Bacon to the physical sciences...His contempt for the schoolmen's metaphysical subtleties, morals and theology. The inductive method, not invented by him-he only taught a more accurate use of it. His temperament, sanguine-his mind, at once comprehensive and microscopic--averse to disputation-eloquence, and wit, in his writings-poetical spirit-resemblance to Burke, in one respect--remarks on Bacon's Essays--The Novum Organum his greatest workconcluding reflections.

Great and various as the powers of Bacon were, he owes his wide and durable fame chiefly to this, that all those powers received their direction from common

Thus ended the manuscript. The old woman informed me that her husband only died two years ago, with all his faculties in good exercise. "But," said she, "his full time had come, he being by the best cal-sense. His love of the vulgar useful, his strong sympa. culation upwards of ninety years old."

SONG.

To the air of "Tell him I love him yet."

Tell her the spell is o'er,

She cannot now be mine; She can deceive no more,

With smiles, howe'er divine. Tell her, when morning beams O'er earth and sky and sea, I wake from faithless dreams

That paint her true to me.

Tell her, in crowds to bear

A mien as joyous now; Tho' she in truth may wear An aching breast and brow. Tell her new hearts to break, To spurn such hearts as mine;

I will not, for her sake,

Bow at another's shrine.

Tell her the star has set

That cheered my lonely way; But that I linger yet

Where she was wont to stray. Tell her, when youth has flown, When pleasures swiftly flee, And beauty's bloom is gone, Tell her to think of me!

E. A. S.

ROLLIN'S IDEA OF BELLES LETTRES. Rollin, in his "Manière d'etudier les Belles Lettres," seems to have no precise idea of what the Belles Lettres are. He introduces sacred and profane history, long dissertations upon solid glory and true greatness, with many similar things.

thy with the popular notions of good and evil, and the openness with which he avowed that sympathy, are the secret of his influence. There was in his system no cant, no illusion. He had no anointing for broken bones,-no fine theories de finibus,-no arguments to persuade men out of their senses. He knew that men, and philosophers as well as other men, do actually love life, health, comfort, honor, security, the society of friends; and do actually dislike death, sickness, pain, poverty, disgrace, danger, separation from those to whom they are attached. He knew that religion, though it often regulates and moderates these feelings, seldom eradicates them; nor did he think it desirable for mankind that they should be eradicated. The plan of eradicating them by conceits like those of Seneca, or syllogisms like those of Chrysippus, was too preposterous to be for a moment entertained by a mind like his. He did not understand what wisdom there could be in changing names where it was impossible to change things in denying that blindness, hunger, the gout, the rack, were evils, and calling them aronponyμeva*—in refusing to acknowledge that health, safety, plenty were good things, and dubbing them by the name of adiapopa,† In his opinions on all these subjects, he was not a Stoic, nor an Epicurean, nor an Academic, but what would have been called by Stoics, Epicureans, and Academics, a mere diwrns,-a mere common man. And it was precisely because he was so that his name makes so great an era in the history of the world. It was because he dug deep that he was able to pile high. It was because, in order to lay his foundations, he went down into those parts of human nature which lie low, but which are not liable to change, that the fabric which he reared has risen to so stately an elevation, and stands with such immoveable strength.

We have sometimes thought that an amusing fiction might be written, in which a disciple of Epictetus and a disciple of Bacon should be introduced as fellow-travellers. They come to a village where the small-pox has just begun to rage; and find houses shut up, intercourse suspended, the sick abandoned, mothers weeping in terror over their children. The Stoic assures the dismayed population that there is nothing bad in the

Insignificant circumstances.'

'Things neither good nor evil,-things wholly indifferent.'

« السابقةمتابعة »