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poor youth: he wanted money more than we do, and there is still enough left for us."

There was one who did Sir Matthew Hale a great injury, who, coming afterwards to him for his advice in the settlement of his estate, he gave it very frankly to him, but would accept of no fee for it; and thereby shewed both that he could forgive as a christian, and that he had the soul of a gentleman in him, not to take money of one who had Hronged him so heinously. When he was asked by one how he could use a man so kindly who had wronged him so much, his answer was, He thanked God, he had learned to forget injuries.

Tiberius, the Roman emperor, at the begin. ning of his reign, acted, in most things, like a truly generous, good-natured, and clement prince. All slanderous reports, libels, and lampoons, upon him and his administration, he bore with extraordinary patience; saying, “That, in a free state, the thouçhts and tongues of every man ought to be free;" and when the senate would have proceeded against some who had published libeis against him, he would not consent to it, saying, “We have not time enough to attend to such trifles : if you once open a door to such in. formations, you will be able to do nothing else ;

for, under that pretence, every man will revenge · himself upon his enemies by accusing them to

you.” Hów noble was the conduct of ihis heathen! and what a reproof does his conduct afford to many who are professed christians, and who have not learnt that apostolic lesson, “to be patient toWard all men !"

Mr. Burkitt observes in his Journal, that some persons would never have had a particular share in his prayers, but for the injuries they had done him. This reminds me of an exemplary passage concerning Mr. Lawrence's once going with some of his sons, by the house of a gentleman that had been injurious to him : he gave a charge to his sons to this purpose, “ That they should never think or speak amiss of that gentleman, for the sake of any thing he had done against him ; but, whenever they went by his house, should lift up their hearts in prayer to God for him and his fila mily.” This good man had learnt to practice that admirable precept of our Lord, “ Pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you."

Of Mr. John Henderson it is observed, that the oldest of his friends never beheld him otherwise than calm and collected : it was a state of mind he retained under all circumstances. During his residence at Oxford, a student of a neighbouring college, proud of his logical acquirements, was solicitous of a private disputation with the renown. ed Henderson : some mutual friends introduced. . him, and, having chosen bis subject, they con. versed for some time with equal candour and moderation; but Henderson's antagonist, perceiv.. ing his confutation inevitable (forgetting the character of a gentleman, and with a resentment en. gendered by his former arrogance,) threw a full glass of wine in his face. Henderson, without altering his features or changing his position, gently wiped his face, and then coolly replied, “ This, Sir, is a digression : now for the argument."

A certain noble courtier being asked by what means he had continued so long in favour, repli ed, “By being thankful, and patiently enduring injuries.

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A gentleman once went to Sir Eardley Wil. mot, Knt. (late lord Chief Justice of the Court of Common Pleas,) under the impression of great wrath and indignation at a real injury he had received from a person high in the political world, and which he was meditating how to resent in the most effectual manner. After relating the particu. lars, he asked Sir Eardly if he did not think it would be manly to resent it. “ Yes,” said the knight, " it will be manly to resent it, but it will be God-like to forgive it.” The gentleman declared that this had such an instantaneous effect upon him, that he came away quite a different man, and in a very different temper from that in which he went.

Mr. Cecil observes of the late ingenious artist, Bacon, that though he was naturally irritable, yet he was not at all vindictive: he was warm in his attachments, but more disposed to lament his wrongs than to resent them. “I do not recollect,' says Mr. C., “any one in which I have observed so much natural irritability tempered with such meekness and forbearance. The following instance will exemplify this remark. While Mr. Bacon was walking one day in Westminster Ab. bey, he observed a person standing before his principal work, who seemed to pride himself on his taste and skill in the arts, and who was exu. berant in his remarks. “This monument of Chatham,” said he to Mr. B. (whom it is evident he took for a stranger,) " is admirable upon the whole, but it has great defects.” “ I should be greatly obliged,” said Mr. B., “ if you would be so kind as to point them out to me.” “Why, here," said the critic; and there : do you not

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see? Bad-very bad !" at the same time employ. ing his stick upon the lower figures with a violence that was likely to injure the work.” “But," said Mr. B., “ I should be glad to be acquainted why the parts you touched are bad ?” He found, however, nothing determinate in the reply, but the same vague assertions repeated and accompa. nied with the same violence. “ I told Bacon," said he, “ repeatedly of this while the monument was forming: I pointed out other defects; but I could not convince him.” “ What, then, you are personally acquainted with Bacon?” said Mr. B. 6. O yes," replied the stranger; “ I have been intimate with him for many years.” Mr. B., instead of being roused to indignant anger, only said, “ It is well for you, then," taking his leave of him, " that your friend Bacon is not now at your elbow; for he would not have been pleased at seeing his work so roughly handled.” .

It happened, during a voyage from Pensacola to Cadiz, that a captain of infantry, who could not swim (one of the officers who had so basely trepanned Mr. Bowles, and was now accompanying him to Old Spain,) fell overboard; and, as his countrymen exhibited no great degree of celerity in hoisting out the boat, he was in the most imminent danger of being drowned. Mr. Bowles viewed the scene, and, as it may be easily supposed, was not unmoved at it. He now beheid an enemy, who had committed a flagrant breach of faith on one element, about to be sacrificed by another; but, at the same time, he saw a fellow creature struggling for existence, and the noble sentiment of a Pagan poet, not unworthy or infe. rior to any ever inculcated by a Christian sage, finally prevailed :

“ Homo sum et nihil a me alienum puto.” Mr. Bowies, at this criticai moment, happened to stand upon the poop, clothed in a Spanish dress, and, having determined on what he was to do, he instantly threw aside his gold-laced habit, and, leaping into the sea, swam towards the spot where his persecutor maintained a feeble and un. equal struggle with the waves. Having come up with him, he lifted his head above the water, and addressed him thus in the Castilian language, within sight and hearing of the officers and ship's crew : “ Wretch! it is in my power either to leave you to your fate, or to precipitate you, at this very moment, to the bottom of the ccean; live, however (added he, raising him up,) if life can be desirable to such a man as you, and from my hands !" Having spoken thus, he bore him towards the frigate, and helped to get him on board. This circumstance made a suitable impression on the minds of the spectators; and, to the honour of the Spaniards be it recorded, it was mentioned afterwards at Madrid with great eulogium and applause.

“Let nothing," says one, “ be done too sud. denly or angrily : let us be men of thoughts. It was the habit of more than one holy man, not to give a reply to any important query before he had made a pause, and put up a silent ejaculation; and a steady person used to stop another, inconsiderately hasty, with, “ Pray stay a little; and we shall have done the sooner.

The late Rev. Mr. Clark, of Frome, was a man of peace. He was one day asked by a friend,

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