« PreviousContinue »
3 It was a cove, a huge recess,
That keeps till June, December's snow;
A silent tarn* below:
4 There, sometimes, does a leaping fish
Send through the tarn a lonely cheer;
In symphony austere.
5 Not knowing what to think, a while
The shepherd stood ; then makes his way
As quickly as he may :
6 From those abrupt and perilous rocks,
The man had fallen,—that place of fear!
It breaks, and all is clear.
7 But hear a wonder now, for sake
Of which this mournful tale I tell ;
This wonder merits well :-* Tarn is a small mere or lake, mostly high up in the mountains.
The dog, which still was hovering nigh,
A dweller in that savage place.
On which the traveller thus had died,
Or by his master's side :
How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifèr, son of the morning!--how art thou cast down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations ! For thou hast said in thine heart,
will ascend into heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of Gòd: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregatiòn, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the neights of the cloùds ; I will be like the Most High. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit. They that shall see thee, shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdóms ? that made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof? that opened not the house of his prisoners ?—Bible
And the Lord sent Nathan unto David. And he came unto him, and said unto him, There were two men in one city; the one rích, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds : but the poor man had nothing save one little ewe-lamb which he had bought and nourished up: and it grew up together with him, and with his children ; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as daughter. And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, 10 dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him; out took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him. And David's anger was greatly
kindled against the man; and he said to Nathan, As the Lord liveth, the man that hath done this thing shall surely die. And he shall restore the lamb four-fold, because he did this thing, and because he had no pity. And Nathan said unto David, Thou art the man !-Id.
On Pride.--ADDISON. 1 If there be any thing which makes human nature appear ridiculous, to beings of superior faculties, it must be pride. They know so well the vanity of those imaginary perfections that swell the heart of man, and of those little supernumerary advantages of birth, fortune, or title, which one man enjoys above another, that it must certainly very much astonish, if it does not rery much divert them, when they see a mortal pufled up, and valuing himself above his neighbors, on any of these accounts, at the same time that he is
liable to all the common calamities of the species. 2 To set this thought in its true light, we shall fancy, if
you please, that yonder molehill is inhabited by reasonable creatures; and that every pismire (his shape and way of life only excepted) is endowed with human passions. How should we smile to hear one give an account of the pedigrees, distinctions and titles, that reign among them. Observe how the whole swarm divide, and make way for the pismire, that passes along! You must understand he is an emmet of quality, and has better blood in his veins than any pismire in the molehill. Do not you see how sensible 3 he is of it—how slowly he marches forward-how the whole
rabble of ants keep their distance? Here you may observe one placed upon a little eminence, and looking down on a long row of laborers. He is the richest insect on this side the hillock: he has a walk of half a yard in length, and a quarter of an inch in breadth; he keeps a hundred menial servants, and has at least fifteen barley-corns in his granary. He is now chiding and enslaving the emmet that stands before him; one who, for all that we can discover, is as good an emmet as himself.
But here comes an insect of rank! Do not you perceive the little white straw that he carries in his mouth? That straw, you must understand, he would not part with for the longest tract about the molehill. You cannot conceive what he has undergone to purchase it. See how the ants of all qualities and conditions swarm about him! Should this straw drop out of his mouth, you would see all this numerous circle of attendants, follow the next one that took it up; and leave the discarded insect, or run over his back to
come to his successor. If now you have a mind to see 5
the ladies of the molehill, observe first, the pismire that listens to the emmet on her left hand, at the same time that she seems to turn away her head from him. He tells this poor insect that she is a superior being; that her eyes are brighter than the sun; that life and death are at her disposal. She believes him, and gives herself a thousand biule airs upon it. Mark the vanity of the pismire on her right hand. She can scarcely crawl with age ; but you must know she values herself upon her birth; and, if you mind, spurns at every one that comes within her reach. 6
The little nimble coquette that is running by the side of her, is a wit. She has broken many a pismire's heart. Do but observe what a drove of admirers are running after her.
We shall here finish this imaginary scene. But first of all, to draw the parallel closer, we shall suppose, if you please, that death comes down upon the molehill, in the shape of a cock-sparrow; and picks up, without distinction, the pisinire of quality and his flatterers, the pismire of substance and his day laborers; the white straw officer
and his sycophants, with all the ladies of rank, the wits, 7
and the beauties of the molehill. May we not imagine, that beings of superior natures and perfections, regard all the instances of pride and vanity among our own species, in the same kind of view; when they take a survey of those wlio inhabit this earth ; or (in the language of an ingenious French poet) of those pismires that people this heap of dirt, which human vanity has divided into climates and regions ?
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time,
Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Look down-on what? A fathomless abyss! (1) A dread eternitý! how surely mine!
And can eternity belong to mé,
The Blind Man restored to Sight.-BIBLE.
1 AND as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth. And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind Jesus answered, Neither has this man sinned, nor his parents : but that the works of God should be made manifest in him. I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world. When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground, and made
clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind 2 man with the clay, and said unto him, Go, wash in the pool
of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, Sent.) He went his way, therefore, and washed, and came seeing.
The neighbors therefore, and they which before had seen him that he was blind, said, Is not this he that sat and begged ? Some said, This is he: others said, He is like him : but he said, I am he. Therefore said they unto him, How were thine eyes opened? He answered and said, A man that is called Jesus, made clay, and anointed mine eyes, and said unto me, Go to the pool of Siloam, and 3 wash: and I went and washed, and I received sight. Then said they unto him, Where is he? He said, I know not.
They brought to the Pharisees him that aforetime was blind. And it was the Sabbath day when Jesus made the clay, and opened his eyes. Then again the Pharisees also asked him how he had received his sight. He said unto them, He put clay upon mine eyes, and I washed, and do