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But whilst I honour's laws observe,
Do I for this thy frown deserves
Then let thy looks no more reprove,
But pity where thuu mayst not love.


To a Lady who asked the Author to tell her an antidote

to Love.
DOES Julia ask what charm may prove
The surest antidote to love?
In my opinion there is none;
At least there only can be one
And doubtless here you'll think witli me,
If I but name Stupidity.
But yet the fint applied to steel,
Can spark of latent flame reveal;
Although the spark appears in vain,
For soon it vanishes again.
Then what avails the blooming cheek,
Or lips where beauty's roses speak,
If partial Heaven will not dispense!
A beam of its intelligence.
A source of passion it may prove,
But trust me, Julia, vot of love.
Why then should you this question ask ?
Why give to me so strange a task ?
When he to whom your eyes are kind,
Who knows the graces of your mind,
Must soon to his conviction prove
You have no antidote for love.



AT the Schoolmaster's feast, Dr. Prosody rose,

And after a long speech reciting,
Says he, " for a toast the three R's I proposem
Hem! Rithmetic, Reading, and Riting


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SCENE I. A Country Inn. SER VALL, the Landlord, and Tos

SOP, a Domestic of a neighbouriny Baron. Servall. Well, my jolly friend Tossop ! what make you of our lord's humour to-day? Melancholy still, aye?. Or grows he more gay than he was wont to be?

Tossop. Nay, mine host, you niust carry such inquiries to the castle ; for my part, 1 see little, hear less, and so my stock of knowledge can be none of the greatest.

Servall. But dues not this bode ill, my friend? It was once your office to attend the wayward lord, and then

Tossop. Why then I had food to satisfy the way. ward cravings of your curiosity. But now-give me more liquor, or the name will choke me-but now, ihat

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half English, half Italian dog, Gaspard, holds the weak and aged lord completely in his power. Since this foreign fiend has thus got the upper hand, I have never ceased praying, night or day, that my master's lost son may return to put all to rights again.

Servall. But what think you about the ancient quarrel that parted them at first? Bears the father. no long-cherished enmity on that score! You know the lady still lives to remind him of what he might otherwise forget.

se haragwym :sia T Tossop. I could have spoken on this point with more certainty when I waited on my lord, for then age, weakness, and the long-suppressed fondness of a father seemed operating on his mind; but now I have a shrewd suspicion that all goes not right in that quarter. But drink, landlord, and fill the measure again; let us drown dull thoughts in brisk wine, u 98109 Jedt

Servall. Aye, let us drink to better days;d it may be that they are not far distant. Post 250392 diw

Tossop. What land see you now, my confident host? I was told, as I came hither, that you had a strange looking guest at a late hour last night; what is he? that is, what think you of him?

Servall. He has allowed me as yet no opportunity to form an opinion. All I can say is, that he came apparently disordered and fatigued with hasty travelling

that he was so muffled up in a cloak, that I could scarcely discern his features or his form that he desired a chamber in a tone that seemed familiar to my ear, and retired to his room without saying another word.

99937 Tossop. Marked you his carriage? s blue)

Servall. 'Twas noble, and it minded me of the manner Doctor Strutwell taught me to carry my person when I courted poor dame Seryall, God rest her soul!

Tossop. You will learn all you can, no doubt

Servall. Trust me as to that. My curiosity, vay, my suspicions are aroused, and they shall be satisfied.

Tossop. Farewell for the present; in a little timell will visit you again.

andarasi alas 30W Servall. As soon as yon please; my liquors are ever a mateh for your money. wo


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BELVILLE and GASPARD, inGaspard. How does my lord to-day? 19 Belville. Calmer, goud Gaspard, calmer. Ibave had o'er me a composing dream Has settled down the turbulent thoughts that came To shake my weakened soul. Gaspard. A dream, my lord ?

Belville.A dream-soothing as such ; and though *190;otiti Have lost po weight with me, I almost think "Twould be more soothing in reality. Gaspard. Dreams, my lord, are but as flatterers, That come upon us at unguarded times, And, while the judgment sleeps, deceive the soul With scenes not to be realized : or else, Like tyrant-tantalizers, building up Mountains of fears and dangers, which the sonl Trembles to look upon.

Belville. Miue was no dream Of fear or danger; it was simply this : My son (not dead, though I have prayed his death, In hours of darkness and despair) returned, 11% née After long years of woe and wandering, To bis paternal home; in penitence Knelt down, and owning early crimes, implored A father's blessing and forgiveness. Yes The repentant son implored the sire, and I, (Could I do more or less ?). I pardoned him! Thou'lt say that it means nought; 'tis so, perchance; I only say it came, and it hath soothed me.

Gaspard. I'll not recal, if my good lord forgets, Eugenio's many-faults would have said, But the world calls them crimes, and that harsh world Will deem the father criminal, who lends His countenance, by kindnesses to one Whose acts have brought indelible disgrace Upon an ancient, honourable house. My lord! my lord! you tremble, and look pale. Belville. "Twas but a sudden shivering of the soul!

Cold thoughts that ran through my perturbed mind.
Gaspard, you named the world : what is the world T
To me, or I to it? Hast thou not counselted, to?
Ere now, that I should shun it, and despise it?: * OT
Aud have I not obeyed thy bidding? Now,lt ***9(I
When a harsh father would be kind at last, ilgti &
And would not carry hatred to the grave,
Thou pratest of the world, and seem'st to think word
That its anticipated frown will shame
My soul from its fixed purpose. Leave me, sirom


18 N 1 'Tis time that I resume the mastery, Which I resigned too soon. Remorse hath brought Reason back to my mind : I see at last What some would hide from me. That cunning slave Has hourly lost some portion of his power, 1 198 Since the neglect that artful villany Is sometimes gụilty of, exposed by chance Those mystic papers, and I were most blind, 10 Could I not see that he had selfish ends

atni 1 In view regarding my poor wanderer, UNA Whom I was once so proud to call my son! Sy very proud. Well! well! what were his crimes. T Looking upon them with a judge's eye, #no1 They still might be forgiven, having borne

thu A lengthened punishment; and shall a father, 11:0 Be more severe? Why, even I, in youth, Would oft comport myself too thoughtlessly, But ne'er (this is the gulf I cannot pass !)

IT Was charged with base, dishonourable arts; Yet this was never traced. We were both too hasty; And I-I was too harsh I was too harsh.

Noise and Voices heard without.) Tossop. Italian dog! I saw thee read, and then ? Destroy the letter! Bar my way no longer. There, let thy foreign skull bemoan the weight Of a true English hand. I'll see my lord!

(Rushes hastily into the Baron's chamber.) Belville. How now, sir! wherefore is my privacy

T'ossop Briefy, my lord, a stranger at an insoft Hard by, commissioned me to have conveyed

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