To-morrow we Lam. Let me see - let me see. phlebotomize again; the next day I make him swallow my new-invented patent draught; then I have some pills prepared; on Thursday we throw in the bark; on Friday Balthazar (coming forward). Well, sir, on Friday — what on Friday? Come, proceed. Lam. Discovered! Host. Mercy, noble sir! Lam. We crave your mercy. Bal. On your knees! "T is well. Pray, time is short. Host. Nay, do not kill us. Bal. You have been tried, condemned, and only wait for execution. Which shall I begin with? Lam. The elder one, by all means. Bal. Come, then, prepare! Host. Have pity on my weakness. Bal. Tell me, thou quaking mountain of gross flesh -tell me, and in a breath-how many poisons you have cooked up for me. Host. None, as I hope for mercy. Bal. Is not thy wine a poison? Host. No, indeed, sir. 'Tis not, I own, of the first quality, but Bal. But what? Speak out. Host. I always give short measure, sir, and ease my conscience that way. Bal. Ease your conscience, indeed! I'll ease your conscience for you. Host. Mercy, sir! The times are hard. Bal. Rise, if you can, and hear me. Host. Your commands, sir? Bal. If, in five minutes, all things are prepared for my departure, you may yet survive. Host. It shall be done in less time. me. ། Bal. Away! Be speedy. (The HOSTESS goes out.) Lam. So now comes my turn. 'Tis all over with There's dagger, rope, and ratsbane, in his looks! Bal. And now, thou sketch and outline of a man! thou thing that hast no shadow in the sun!-thouLam. I do confess my leanness. I am spare, and therefore spare me. Bal. Why wouldst thou have made me a thoroughfare for thy whole shop? Lam. Man, you know, must live. Bal. Yes: he must die, too. Lam. For the sake of my patients, good sir, Bal. I'll send you to the major part of them. The window, sir, is open. Come, prepare ! Lam. Pray, consider; I may hurt some one in the street. Bal. Why, then, I'll rattle thee to pieces in a dicebox, or grind thee in a coffee-mill to powder; for thou must sup with Pluto! So, make ready; whilst I, with this good small-sword for a lancet, let thy starved spirit out (for blood thou hast none), and nail thee to the wall, where thou shalt look like a dried beetle, with a pin stuck through him. Lam. Consider my poor wife. Lam. My wife, sir. Bal. Hast thou dared think of matrimony, too? Lam. I have a wife, and three angelic babes, who, by those looks, are well-nigh fatherless. Bal. Well, well! your wife and children shall plead for you. Come, come; the pills! where are the pills? Produce them. Lam. Here is the box. Bal. Were it Pando'ra's, and each single pill had ten diseases in it, you should take them. Lam. What, all? Bal. Ay, all; and quickly, too. Come, sir, begin!That's well! another. Lam. One's a dose. Bal. Proceed, sir! Good! Swallow it fairly. Is it down? Lam. It is down, sir, I regret to say. Bal. Now another. Lam. I dare not do it. One more, now. Lam. What will become of me? Let me go home, and set my shop to rights, and, like immortal Cæsar, die with decency. Bal. Away! and thank thy lucky star I have not brayed thee in thine own mortar, or exposed thee for a large specimen of the lizard genus. Lam. Would I were one! for they can feed on air. Bal. Home, sir, and be more honest! Lam. If I am not, I'll be more wise, at least. Altered from JOHN TOBIN. (1770-1804.) LV. THE BATTLE OF IVRY. LIEGE (leej), n., a superior lord. LEAGUE (leeg), n., alliance of states. VAN, n., front of an army. OR'I-FLAMME (or'e-flahm), n., old royal banner of France. CUL'VER-IN, n., a cannon. TRUN'CHEON (trun'shun), n., a staff of SOV'ER-EIGN (sŭv'er-in), a., supreme CHIVAL-RY (Shiv-), n., the body or FOREIGN-ER, n., one not a native. order of knights. HIRE'LING, a., serving for hire. The battle of Ivry, in France, in which Henry IV. defeated the Duke of Mayenne, took place March 14, 1590. Pronounce Rochelle, Ro-shěl'; Seine, Săne; Coligni, Ko-leen'yee; Guelders, Gwěl'ders ; D'Aumale, Do-mahl'. Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! Now let there be the merry sound of music and the dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vales, O pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold and stiff and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurra! hurra! a single field hath turned the chance of war. Hurra! hurra! for Ivry and King Henry of Navarre ! அ ! O! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day; The king has come to marshal us, in all his armor drest; eye; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, in deafening shout, "God save our lord, the king!" "And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, (For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray), Press where ye see my white plume shine, amid the ranks of war. Hurra! the foes are moving! Hark to the mingled din Now, Heaven be praised, the day is ours! Mayenne hath turned his rein; D'Aumale hath cried for quarter-the Flemish count is slain; 148 IN FAVOR OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale, LORD MACAULAY. LVI. IN FAVOR OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. DELIVERED IN PHILADELPHIA, AUGUST 1ST, 1776, TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS AFTER THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. AN'NALS, n. pl., records of events year | A-sY'LUM, n., a refuge. by year. AU-GUST', a., grand; imposing. DE-LIN'E-ATE, v. t., to sketch. EX-PE'DI-EN-CY, n., fitness. VOL'UN-TA-RI-LY, ad., of one's own free will. U-NA-NIM'I-TY, n., agreement. AC-QUI-ES'CENCE, n., compliance. E-VINCE', v. t., to prove; to show. Do not say gradooal for grad'u-al; prodooce for pro-dūce; freemun for free'men. 1. My countrymen, from the day on which an ac commodation takes place between England and America, on any other terms than as independent States, I shall date the ruin of this country. We are now, to the astonishment of the world, three millions of souls united in one common cause. 2. This day we are called on to give a glorious ex ample of what the wisest and best of men were rejoiced to view only in speculation. This day presents the world with the most august spectacle that its annals ever unfolded: Millions of freemen voluntarily and deliberately forming themselves into a society for their common defense and common happiness! 3. Immortal spirits of Hampden, Locke, and Sydney! Will it not add to your benevolent joys to behold your posterity rising to the dignity of men - evincing to |