But where's the proof of that?-Who will believe me ? The world is made up of one great disguise One universal mask ;-each strives to lay His neighbour's heart bare, and to hide his own. A Reminiscence. P. When late I spared your life, consider not It was from some fleet feeling of forbearance; It had a deeper source. M. Whence was it then? P.-Hear me and judge. When you were but a boy; It happened on a day-a summer's day As bright and joyous as the youthful hearts - A point much higher than the rest. Thy pride A deed more daring. On an outstretched branch You took your seat; and while you gently swung Secure upon your ærial couch, it creaked And snapped in two, Awhile you dangling hung, Clinging with terrified tenacity To the frail hold on which your life depended. M.-'Tis true, but then how P. Let me end the tale. A comrade more intrepid than the rest He knew the danger, and to break its force Was oft in youthful glee exhibited, When aught would mar your mirth or cool your friendship. M. -How heard you this? P. You do not know me yet! Look in my face! Here is the arm that caught you Breathless and terror-stricken, you reclined. M. You are Marc P.-Hush thee! Walls have ears, they say, And I would not that name were uttered now. 'Tis not that I, by word or deed, have ever Stamped it with infamy; or that I care The wide world knew it; but there's one, Jean Merriot; And rather would I sink into the grave, An unknown stranger in my native land, Without one pitying friend to close my eyes,— Than she should hear that name to know 'twas mine, And I thus charged with guilt. M.-Oh Marc! I am A guilty wretch; would I had known this sooner! P-Tis soon enough, if you mean well,--if ill, It is too late. The Triumph of Buty, M.-Advise me, Marc. What can I do to save you? P. Be honest, if you would be just or grateful. Tell the plain truth,-cling to it fearlessly,It never yet betrayed its votary. M.-The guillotine is gaping for its victim. I can't be honest,-'tis beyond my power; Men will not let me now. P.-You are mistaken! Banish the demon from your heart at once! Crush him with one good deed! Be penitent!The world will yet receive you: M.-Oh, they would not, I know the world too well. P. 'Tis false, a sophism; 'tis the fiend that tempts thee! Up, up, and be a man; now is the time: M.-Tell me how. P. Resolve this hour to be an honest manNever sin more. Abandon your bad life, And cleave to truth. M.Mare, Mare, I'll do whatever you desire me. P.-Nay; do not anything from such a motive. Do what is right, because 'tis so; and speak The naked truth, and all may yet go well. M.-I will, by Heav'n, tho' I should die for it. Give me your hand,-I feel much lighter now. I swear P.-Swear not; consult your better feelings. M.-May all the saints defend you— I obey. "Tis past; the victory is won; and now Hope brightens in the East,-a cloudy morn When we have once given up ourselves to vice, And can o'ercome its impulses, we may |