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centre, and advanced up gravely to him: no other but the charity of the world, the there was something, I fear, forbidding in stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient my look: I have his figure this moment for the many great claims which are hourly before my eyes, and think there was that made upon it. in it which deserved better.
As I pronounced the words. “ great The Monk, as I judge from the break “ claims,” he gave a Night glance with in his tonsure, a few scattered white hairs his eye downwards upon the sleeve of his upon his temples being all that remained tunic--I felt the full force of the appealof it, might be about seventy--but from I acknowledge it, said la coarse kabit, his eyes, and that sort of fire which was in and that but once in three years, with meathem, which seemed more tempered by gre djet-are no great matters: and the courtesy than years, could be no more than true point of pity is, as they can be earn'd fixty-truth might lie between--He in the world with so little industry, that your was certainly fixty-five; and the general order should wish to procure them by prefair of his countenance, notwithstanding fing upon a fund which is the property of something seemed to have been planting the lame, the blind, the aged, and the inwrinkles in it before their time, agreed to firm: the captive, who lies down counting the account.
over and over again the days of his aftlicIt was one of those heads which Guido tion, languishes also for his Mare ofit; and has often painted-mild--pale-penetrat- had you been of the order of Mercy, ining, free from all common-place ideas of lead of the order of St. Francis, poor as fat contented ignorance looking downwards I am, continued I, pointing at my port. upon the earth-it look'd forwards; but manteau, full chearfully should it have been Jook'd as if it look'd at something beyond opened to you for the ransom of the unthis world. How one of his order came by fortunate. The Monk made me a bow' it, Heaven above, who let it fall upon a but of all others, resumed I, the unfortunate Monk's shoulders, best knows; but it would of our own country, surely, have the first have suited a Bramin, and had I met it rights; and I have left thousards in distress upon the plains of Indoitan, I had reve upon our own thore--The Monk gave a renced it,
cordial wave with his head as much as to The rest of his outline may be given in fay, No doubt, there is misery enough in a few strokes; one might put it into the every corner of the world, as well as withhands of any one to design, for 'twas nei- in our convent- -But we ditlinguish, fuid ther elegant nor otherwise, but as character 1, laying my hand upon the fleeve of his and expreflion made it fo: it was a thin, tunic, in return for his appea!--we dilinspare form, something above the common guih, my good father! betwixt those who fize, if it loit not the diitin&tion by a bend with only to eat the bread of their own laforwards in the figure-but it was the at bour-and those who eat the bread of titude of intreaty; and as it now stands other people's, and have no other plan in present to my imagination, it gain’d more life, but to get through it in floth andigthan it lost by it.
norance, for the love of God. When he had entered the room three The poor Franciscan made no reply: 2 paces, he stood fiill; and laying his left hectic of a moment pass’d across his check, hand upon his breat (a nender white staff but could not tarry-Nature seemed to with which he journeyed being in his right) have had done with her resentments in when I had got close up to him, he in- him; he shewed none--but letting his staff troduced himself with the little story of the fall within his arm, he prefled both his wants of his convent, and the poverty of hands with resignation upon his breaft, and his order and did it with so simple a retired. grace-and such an air of deprecation was My heart smote me the moment he shut there in the whole cast of his look and figure the door---Piha! said I, with an air of -I was bewitched not to have been struck carelessness, three several times--- but it with it
would not do; every ungracious syllable I - A better reason was, I had pre-deter. had uttered crowded back into my imamined not to give him a single sous. gination; 1 reflected I had no right over
-'Tis very true, said I, replying to a the poor Franciscan, but to deny him; and cait upwards with his eyes, with which he that the punishment of that was enough to had concluded his address--'tis very true the disappointed without the addition of --ind Ileaven be their resource who have unkind language--I considered his grey
Hairs-his courteous figure seemed to re- same moment the moon sunk beneath a enter, and gently ask me, whit injury he black cloud, and the night was darker than had done me? and why I could use him All was filent-Sir Bertrand farthus ?-I would have given twenty livres tened his iteed under a shed, and approachfor an advocate -I have behaved very il, ing the house, traversed its whole front faid I within myself; but I have only juit with light and slow footsteps-All was fill set out upon my travels; and shall learn as death-He looked in at the lower win. better manners as I get along.
dows, but could not distinguish a single Sterne. object through the impenetrable gloom.
After a short parley with himself, he en5. Sir Bertrand. A Fragment. tered the porch, and seizing a maliy iron
Sir Bertrand turned his need knocker at the gate, lifted it up, and hetowards the woulds, hoping to cross these fitating, at length struck a loud stroke-the dreary moors before the curfew. But ere noise resounded through the whole mansion he had proceeded half his journey, he was with hollow echoes. Ali was still againbewildered by the different tracks; and he repeated the strokes more boldly and not being able, as far as the eye could louder-another interval of silence ensued reach, to elpy any object but the browa -A third time he knocked, and a third heath surrounding him, he was at length time all was stil. He then fell back to quite uncertain which way he should direct some distance, that he might discern whehis course. Night overtook him in this ther any light could be seen in the whole situation. It was one of those nights when front-It again appeared in the same place, the moon gives a faint glimmering of light and quickly glided away as before-at the through the thick black clouds of a low. faine inftant a deep sullen toll founded from ering sky. Now and then the suddenly the turret. Sir Bertrand's heart made a emerged in full splendour from her veil, tearful flop-he was a while motionless; and then instantly retired behind it; hav- then terror impelled him to make some ing juft served to give the forlorn Sir Ber- hasty steps towards his steed—but shame trand a wide extended prospect over the stopt his flight; and urged by honour, and desolate waste. Hope and native courage a relistless desire of finithing the adventure, awhile urged him to push forwards, but at he returned to the porch; and working up length the increasing darkness and fatigue his soul to a full steadiness of resolution, he of body and mind overcame him; he drew forth his sword with one hand, and dreaded moving from the ground he stood with the other lifted up the latch of the on, for fear of unknown pits and bogs, and gate. The heavy door creeking upon its alighting from his horse in despair, he threw hinges reluctantly yielded to his hand-he himself on the ground. He had not long applied his shoulder to it, and forced it continued in that posture, when the fullen open-he quitted it, and stept forward toll of a distant bell struck his ears he the door inltantly shut with a thundering farted up, and turning towards the found, clap. Sir Bertrand's blood was chilled discerned a dim twinkling light. Instantly he turned back to find the door, and it was he seized his horse's bridle, and with cau long ere his trembing hands could seize it tious steps advanced towards it. After a -but his utmost strength could not open painful march, he was stopped by a moated it again. After several ineffectual attempts, ditch, surrounding the place from whence he looked behind him, and beheld, across the light proceeded; and by a momentary a hall, upon a large stair-case, a pale bluish glimpse of moon-light he had a full view flame, which cast a dilmal gleam of light of a large antique mansion, with turrets at around. He again fummoned forth his the corners, and an ample porch in the courage, and advanced towards it--it recentre. The injuries of time were strongly tired. He came to the foot of the stairs, marked on every thing about it. 'The roof and after a moment's deliberation ascendo in various places was tallen in, the battle. ed. He went flowly up, the fame retiring ments were half demolished, and the win- before him, till he cane to a wide gallery dows broken and dismantled. A draw. -The flame proceeded along it, and he bridge, with a ruinous gate-way at each followed in alent horror, treading lightly, end, led to the court before the building for the echoes of his foot-steps startled him. He entered, and instantly the light, which It led him to the foot of another itair-case, proceeded from a window in one of the and then vanished-At the same instant burrets, glided along and vanished ; at the another toll founded from the turret—Sir
Bertrand felt it strike upon his heart. He and clasped her in his arms- the threw up was now in total darkness, and with his her veil, and kisied his lips; and instantly arms extended, began to ascend the se. the whole building thook as with an earthcond stair-case. dead-cold hand met quake, and fell alunder with a horrible his left hand, and firmly grasped it, draw- craih. Sir Bertrand was thrown into a ing him forcibly forwards--he endeavoured sudden trance, and on recovering found to disengage himself, but could not,--he himie!f feated on a velvet sofa, in the most made a furious blow with his sword, and magnificent room he had ever seen, lighted instantly a loud thriek pie.ced his ears, and with innuinerabie ta pers, in lustres of pure the dead hand was left powerlis with his cryftal. Asumsiuous banquet was set in the -He droptit, and rushed forwards with a middle. The doors opewng to soft music, desperate valour. The itairs were narrow a lady of incomparable beauty, attired with and winding, and interrupted by frequent amazing iplendour, entered, surrourded by breaches, and loose fragments of stone. The a troop of gay nymphs more fair than the ftair-case grew narrower and narrower,and Graces--She advanced to the knight, and at length terminated in a low iron grate. falling on her knees, thanked him as her Sir Bertrand pushed it open-it led to an deliverer. The nymphs placed a garland 1 intricate winding passage, just large enough of laurel upon his head, and the lady led to admit a person upon his hands and knees. him by the hand to the banquet, and lat A faint glimmering of light terved to thew beside him. The nymphs placed themthe nature of the place-Sir Bertrand en. felves at the table, and a numerous train tered-A deep hollow groan resounded of servants entering, ferved up the feait ; from a diltance through the vault-He delicious music playing all the time. Sir went forwards, and proceeding beyond the Bertrand could not speak for aftonishment first turning, he discerned the same blue he could only return their honours by flame which had before conducted him courteous looks and gestures. After the He followed it. The vault, at length, sud- banquet was finished, all retired but the denly opened into a lofty gallery, in the lady, who leading back the knight to the midit of which a figure appeared, com- sofa, addresied him in theie words : pleatly armed, thrusting forwards the bloody stump of an arm, with a terrible frown and menacing geiture, and bran
Aikin's Miscel. dishing a sword in his hand. Sir Bertrand undauntedly sprung forwards; and aiming § 9. On Human Grandeur. a fierce blow at the figure, it instantly va An aletou e-keeper near Illington, who nished, letting full a masly iron key. The had long lived at the sign of the French flame now retted upon a pair of ample King, upon the commencement of the last folding doors at the end of the gallery. Sir war pulled down his old fign, and put up Bertrand vent up to it, and applied the that of the Queen of Hungary. Under key to a brazen lock-with ditiiculty be the influence of her red face and and golden turned the bolt-inftantly the doors flew fceptre, he continued to sell ale, till the was open, and discovered a large apartment, at no longer the favourite of his customers; the end of which was a cuilin reited upon he changed her therefore, some time ago, a bier, with a taper burning on each fide for the king of Prusia, who may proof it. Along the room, on both sides, bably be cianged, in turn, for the next were gigantic itatues of black marble, at great man that shall be set up for vulgar tired in the Moorith habit, and holding admiration. enormous sabres in their right hands. Each In this manner the great are dealt out, of them r'ared his arm, and advanced one one after the other, to the gazing crowd. leg forwards, as the knight entered; at the When we have íufficiently wondered at one same moment the lid of the coffin flew open of them, he is taken in, and another exhiand the bell tolled. The flame still glided bited in his room, who feldom holds his forwards, and Sir Bertrand resolutely fol. ftation long ; for the mob are ever picaled lowed, will he arrived within fix paces of with variety. the cotiin. Suddenly a lady in a shroud I muft ow! I have such an indiferent and black veil rose up in it, and stretched opinion of the vulgar, that I am ever led out her arms towards him at the same to suípect that merit which raises their cime the statues clashed their fabres and shout: at least I am certain to find those advanced. Sir Bertrand Auw to the lady, great, and sometimes good men, who hnd
satisfaction in such acclamations, made wore the appearance of Mattery, as I should worse by it; and history has too frequently to offer it. taught me, that the head which has grown I know not how to turn so trite a subthis day giddy with the roar of the mil- ject out of the beaten road of commonlion, has the very next been fixed upon a place, except by illustrating it, rather by the pole.
aslistance of my memory than judgment; As Alexander VI. was entering a little and, instead of making reflections, by teltown in the neighbourhood of Rome, which ling a story. had been just evacuated by the enemy, he A Chinese, who had long studied the perceived the townsmen busy in the mar works of Confucius, who knew the chaket-place in pulling down from a gibbet a racters of fourteen thousand words, and figure which had been designed to repre- could read a great part of every book that sent himself. There were foine also knock. came into his way, once took it into his head ing down a neighbouring 1łatue of one of to travel into Europe, and observe the custhe O:lini family, with whom he was at toms of a people which he thought not very war, in order to put Alexander's esfigy in much inferior even to his own countrymen. its place. It is posible a man who knew Upon his arrival at Amsterdam, his paffion less of the world would have condemned for letters naturally led him to a bookselthe adulation of those bare-faced Aatter. ler's shop; and, as he could speak a little ers: but Alexander seemed pleased at their Dutch, he civilly asked the bookseller of zeal; and, turning to Borgia, his son, said the works of the immortal Xixofou. The with a smile, “Vides, mi fili, quam leve bookseller assured hiin he had never heard
discrimen, patibulum inter et itatuam.” the book mentioned before. “ Alas !"" “ You see, my son, the small difference cries our traveller, “to what purpose, then, “ between a gibbet and a statue.” If the “ has he fated to death, to gain a renown great could be taught any leffon, this might “ which has never travelled beyond the serve to teach them upon how weak a foun precincts of China !" dation their glory stands : for, as popular There is scarce a viilage in Europe, and applause is excited by what seems like me not one university that is not thus furnished rit
, it as quickly con icmns what has only with its little great men. The head of a the appearance of guilt.
petty corporation, who oppoles the designs Popular glory is a perfect coquet: her of a prince, who would tyrannically force lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, in- his subjects to save their best clotis for dulge every caprice; and, perhaps, at lalt, Sundays; the puny pedant, who finds one be jilted for their pains. True glory, on undiscovered quality in the polype, or dethe other hand, reseinbles a woman of scribes an unlieeded process in the skeleton sense ; her admirers must play no tricks ; of a mole; and wl:ole mind, like his mithey feel no great anxiety, for they are croicope, perceives nature only in detail; fure, in the end, of being rewarded in pro- the rhymer, who makes smooth verses, and portion to their merit. When Swift used paints to our imagination, when he should to appear in pub'ic, he generally had the only speak to our hearts; all equally fancy mob shouting at his train. «Pox take themfelves walking forward toimmortality, " these fools,” he would say, “how much and dcfire the crowd behind them to look “ joy might all this bawling give my lord on. The crowd takes them at their word, * mayor?"
Patriot, philosopher, and poet, are shouted We have seen those virtues which have, in their train. " Where was there ever while living, retired from the public eye, “ so much mierit seen ? no time so imgenerally transmitted to posterity, as the portant as our own! ages, yet unborn, truest objects of admiration and praiie. “ hall gaze with wonder and applause!” Perhaps the character of the late duke of To such music the important pigmy moves Marlborough may one day be set up, even forward, bultling and swelling, and aptly above that of his more talked-of prede- compared to a puddle in a storm. cessor ; since an afsenıblage of all the mild I have lived to see generals who once and amiable virtues are far superior to those had crowds hallooing after them wherevulgarly called the great ones. I must be ever they went, who were bepraised by pardoned for this short tribute to the me- news-papers and magazines, those echoes mory of a man, who, while living, would of the voice of the vulgar, and yet they as much detest to receive any thing that have long funk into merited obscurity, with
scarce even an epitaph left to fiatter. A house of parliament, what should I have few years ago the herring-fishery employed done if fortune had placed me in England, all Grub-street; it was the topic in every unincumbered with a gown, and in a lituacoffee-house, and the burden of every bal- tion to make myself heard in the house of lad. We were to drag up oceans of gold Jords or of commons ? from the bottom of the sea ; we were to Addison. You would doubtless have fupply all Europe with herrings upon our done very marvellous acts! perhaps you
At present, we hear no more might have then been as zealous a whig of all this. We have filhed up very little as lord Wharton himself: or, if the whigs gold that I can learn ; nor do we furnish had offended the statesman, as they unhapthe world with herrings, as was expected. pily did the doctor, who knows but you Let us wait but a few years longer, and might have brought in the Pretender ? we shall find all our expectations an her- Pray let me ask you one question, between sing-fishery.
Goldmith. you and me: If you had been firit minister
under that prince, would you have tolerat$7. A Dialogue between Mr. ADDISON
ed the Protestant religion, or not? and Dr. Swif'r.
Swift. Ha! Mr. Secretary, are you Dr. Szift. Surely, Addison, Fortune witty upon me? Do you think, because was exceedingly bent upon playing the fool Sunderland took a fancy to make you a (a humour her ladyship, as well as molt great man in the state, that he could allo other ladies of very great quality, is fie- make you as great in wit as nature made quently in) when me made you a minister me? No, no; wit is like grace, it mest of state, and me a divine !
come from above. You can no more get Addison. I must confess we were both of that from the king, than my lords the bie us out of our elements. But you do not shops can the other. And though I will mean to insinuate, that, if our destinies own you had fome, yet believe me, my had been reversed, all would have been friend, it was no match for mine. I think right?
you have not vanity enough to pretend ta Swift. Yes, I do-- You would have a competition with me. made an excellent bilhop, and I should Andijon. I have been often told by my have governed Great Britain as I did Ire. friends that I was rather too modeft: so, if land, with an absolute sway, while I talked you please, I will not decide this dispute of nothing but liberty, property, and so for myself, but refer it to Mercury, the god forth.
of wit, who happens just now to be coming Addison. You governed the mob of Ire- this way, with a soul he has newly brought land; but I never heard that you govern to the shades. ed the kingdom. A nation and a mob are Hail, divine Hermes ! A question of different things.
precedence in the class of wit and humour, Swift. Aye, so you fellows that have over which you preside, having arisen beno genius for politics may suppose. But tween me and my countryman, Dr. Swift, there are times when, by putting himself we beg leaveat the head of the mob, an able man may Mercury. Dr. Swift, I rejoice to see get to the head of the nation. Nay, there you. How does my old lad? How does are times when the nation itself is a mob, honest Lemuel Gulliver? Have you been and may be treated as such by a kilful ob- in Lilliput lately, or in the Flying Hand, ferver.
or with your good nurse Glumdalclitch? Addifon. I do not deny the truth of your Pray, when did you eat a cruit with Lord axiom but is there no danger that, from Peter? Is Jack'as mad till as ever?! the viciflitudes of human ailairs, the fa- I hear the poor fellow is almost got well vourite of the mob fhould be mobbed in by more gentle usage. If he had but more his turn?
food he would be as much in his senses as Swift. Sometimes there may; but I brother Martin himself. But Martin, they risked it, and it answered my purpofe. Ak tell me, has spawned a strange brood of the lord-licutenants, who were forced to fellows, called Methodists, Moravians, pay court to me instead of my courting Hutchinsonians, who are madder than Jack them, whether they did not feel my supe was in his worst days. It is a pity you are riority. And if I could make myself so not alive again to be at them: they would considerable when I was only a dirty dean be excellent food for your tooth; and a of St. Patrick's, without a feat in either tharp tooth it was, as ever was placed in