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Nath. Not found where he has sought it, and has led
Tam. O, might I relate
Nath. Ha! is this oft?
Tam. I have not heard it else.
Tam. Like wild, sad music, father;
Nath. Just ere he enters?
e.-Thou know'st 'tis held by righteous men,
Tam. But whence ?
Nath. Time may reveal; meanwhile I warn thee Trust not thyself alone with Hadad.
Tum. Think'st thou
Nath. I scarce know what I think,—my thoughts are troubled
Tam. O father, father!
* Psalm xxxiv., v. 7.
His mocking eye insults, while it emits
Nath. All is ominous : The Oracles are mute, dreams warn no more, Urim and Thummim' keep their glory hid, My days are dark, my nights are visionless, Jehovah hath forsaken, or, in wrath, Resigned us for a season. Times like these Are jubilee in Hell. Fiends walk the Earth,* Misleading princes, tempting poor men's pillows, Supplying moody hatred with the dagger, Lust with occasions, treason with excuses, Lifting man's heart, like the rebellious waves, Against his Maker. Watch, and pray, and tremble;
the Highest overshadow thee!
JOON GODFREY SAXE, one of the wittiest of American poets, was born in Franklin County, Vermont, June 2d, 1816. His lines are full of verbal sclicities, often sparkling with genuine wit and humor, and ever abounding in "graceful and poetical puns." We select the following, as best exhibiting his manner, and, at the same time, showing a definite purpose underlying all this fun.
* Job, i. v. 7.
0, terribly proud was Miss MacBride,
When the golden sun was setting;
That her stately bosom was fretting!
O, terribly proud was Miss MacBride,
That wouldn't have borne dissection;
On a very slight inspection!
Proud abroad, and proud at home,
Proud as the head of a Saracen
Proud beyond comparison !
It seems a singular thing to say,
Respecting all humility;
In sooth, her dull, auricular drum
In talking about gentility.
What lowly meant she didn't know,
With care the most punctilious;
In the adjective supercilious!
The meaning of meek she never knew,
Was "a person of no position;"
To a lady of high condition!
Even her graces—not her grace-
Sat very stifly upon her!
“You do me proud,
Had really no foundation;
Was merely a fancy creation !
Her birth, indeed, was uncommonly high-
But pride is a curious passion-
To people of rank and fashion!
Of all the notable things on earth,
Among our “fierce democracie!”
Is American aristocracy!
English and Irish, French and Spanish,
In one conglomeration;
In finding the circulation!