APOSTROPHE TO SLEEP. 417 Sir C. I wish you joy of your appointment. You may now distill water for the shop from the laurels you gǎther in the field. Oll. Water for-Oh! laurel-water. He! he! Come, that's věry well—very well, indeed! Thank you, good sir-I owe you one! Why, I fancy fame will follow, when the poison of a small' mistake I made has ceased to operate. Sir C. A mistake! Oll. Having to attend Lady Kitty Carbuncle, on a grand field-day, I clapped a pint bottle of her ladyship's diet-drink into one of my holsters, intending to proceed to the patient, after the exercise was over. I reached the martial ground, and jalaped-galloped, I mean-wheeled, and flourished, with great éclat; but when the word "Fire!" was given, meaning to pull out my pistol, in a deuce of a hurry, I presented, neck foremost, the diet-drink of Lady Kitty Carbuncle; and the medicine being, unfortunately, fermented by the jolting of my horse, it forced out the cork, with a prodigious pop, full in the face of my gallant commander. Sir C. Ha! ha! ha! A mistake, indeed. Oll. Rather awkward !-But, Sir Charles, excuse me-your servant! I must march-patients impatient. You take? Sir C. Oh, yes; and so will they, I fancy, before you've done with them. Oll. Ha! physic-certainly! quìn'tida, scammony, gambōge. sir; I owe you one! Salts, rhubarb, senna, coloGood, good! thank you, good [They go out at opposite sides. COLMAN. 1. W 180. APOSTROPHE TO SLEEP.3 How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, 1 Eclat (à klå'), applause; striking effect.-2 Gamboge (gam bỏj').— The following is an apostrophe of King Henry IV.1 Nurse (nårs). Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? 2. Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,' Who take the ruffian' billows by the top, 6 Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them SHAKSPEARE. 1. 181. A POET'S PARTING THOUGHT. WHEN WHEN I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, Will there for me be any bright eye weeping That I'm no more? Will there be any heart still memory keeping 2. When the great winds, through leafless forests rushing, Måst.-2 Rude (rod).-3 Surge (serj).-4 Ruffian (růf' yan).- Curling (kerl'ing). Hurly (her'ly), a tumult.- Wears (warz). 8 THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED. 419 When the swollen streams, o'er crag and gully gushing, Will there then one, whose heart despair is crushing, 3. When the bright sun upon that spot is shining, And the small flowers, their buds and blossoms twining, Will there be one still on that spot repining Lost hopes all day? 4. When no star twinkles with its On that low mound, And wintry storms have, with their ruins hōary, Will there be then one, versed in misery's story, 5. It may be so; but this is selfish sorrōw A weakness and a wickedness to borrow, The wailings of to-day for what to-morrow 6. Lay me then gently in my nărrōw dwelling, And though thy bosom should with grief be swelling, It were in vain,—for time has long been knelling— SAD ONE, DEPART! 182. THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED. 1. READ softly,-bow the head, TREAD In reverent silence bow; No passing-bell doth toll,- Is passing now. MOTHERWELL. 2. Stränger, however great, With hōly reverence bow;— There's one in that poor shed,— One by that paltry bed,— Greater than thou. 3. Beneath that beggar's roof, Lo! death doth keep his state; 4. That pavement, damp and cold, One silent woman stands, 5. No mingling voices sound,- A sob suppress'd,-again 6. Oh, change!-oh, wondrous change!— 7. Oh, change!-stupendous change! There lies the soulless clod; The Sun eternal breaks,— Wakes with his God! CAROLINE BOWLES SOUTHEY. 183. WARREN'S ADDRESS. 1. TAND! the ground's your own, my braves— STAND Will ye give it up to slaves? Will ye look for greener graves? Hope ye mercy still? SPARTACUS TO THE GLADIATORS AT CAPUA. What's the mercy despots feel? Hear it in that battle peal! 2. Fear ye foes who kill for hire? Who have done it! From the vale Let their welcome be ! 3. In the God of battles trust! Be consign'd so well, As where heaven its dews shall shed And the rocks shall raise their head, Of his deeds to tell? REV. JOHN PIERPONT. 421 184. SPARTACUS TO THE GLADIATORS AT Capua. had been a day of triumph in Căpuä.' Len'tulus, returning with victorious eagles, had amused the populace with the sports of the amphitheater to an extent hitherto unknown even in that luxurious city. The shouts of revelry had died away; the roar of the lion had ceased; the last loiterer had retired from the banquet; and the lights in the palace of the victor were extinguished. 2. The moon, piercing the tissue of fleecy clouds, silvered 1 Cåp'u a, a fortified city of Naples. It was built out of the ruins of ancient Capua, the city here referred to, the remains of which, about two miles E., include a gate, and portions of a large amphitheater.-2 Luxurious (lug zu' re ůs), delighting in the pleasures of the table; devoted to to pleasure. |