natured an old fellow as ever sold a ha'porth of cheese in a chandler's shop! Pan. Pardon me, if, on the subject of your father's cheese, I advise you to be as mute as a mouse in one for the future. "Twere better to keep that "altâ mente repostum." Virgil.-Hem ! Dick. Why, what's the matter?-Any misfortune?—Broke, I fear. Pan. No, not broke; but his name, as 'tis customary in these cases, has appear'd in the Gazette. Dick. Not broke, but gazetted! Why, zounds and the devil! Pan. Check your passions-learn philosophy. When the wife of the great Socrates threw a--hem!-threw a tea pot at his erudite head, he was as cool as a cucumber. When Plato Dick. Hang Plato! What of my father? Pan. Don't hang Plato! the bees swarmed round his mellifluous mouth as soon as he was swaddled. "Cum in cunis apes in labellis consedissent." Cicero.-Hem! Dick. I wish you had a swarm round yours, with all my heart. Come to the point. Pan. In due time. But calm your choler. "Ira furor brevis est." Horace.-Hem! [producing a letter.] Read this. Dick. [Snatches the letter, breaking it open, and reading] "Dear Dick,-This comes to inform you I am in a perfect state of health, hoping you are the same." Ah, that's the old beginning. "It was my lot last week to be made" Ay, a bankrupt, I suppose! "To be made a- "" What? "To be made a-[spelling]-p, e, a, r.”—A pear!-to be made a pear! What the devil does he mean by that? Pan. A peer-a peer of the realm. His lordship's orthography is a little loose, but several of his equals countenance the custom-Lord Loggerhead always spells physician with an F. Dick. A peer! what, my father? I'm electrified!-Old Daniel Dowlas made a peer! But let me see. [Reading.] "A peer of the realm-Lawyer Ferret got me my tittle-" titt-oh, title! "and an estate of fifteen thousand per ann., by making me out next of kin to old Lord Duberly, because he died without-without hair." "Tis an odd reason, by the bye, to be next of kin to a nobleman because he died bald. Pan. His lordship means heir heir to his estate. We shall meliorate his style speedily. "Reform it altogether." Shakspeare.Hem! Dick. [Reading.] "I send my carrot- Carrot! Pan. [Laughing.] He, he, he! Chariot, his lordship means. Chariot a little coach." Johnson.-Hem? Dick. "With Doctor Panglos in it." Pan. That's me. Dick. "Respect him, for he's an LL.D. and moreover an A double S." [They bow.] Pan. His lordship kindly condescended to insert that at my request. Dick. "And I have made him your tutorer, to mend your cakelology." Pan. Cacalogy-from Kaxos, "malus," and Aoyos, "verbum." Vide Lexicon.-Hem! Dick. "Come with the Doctor to my house in Hanover Square." Hanover Square! "I remain, your affectionate father to command. -DUBERLY." Pan. That's his lordship's title. Dick. It is? Pan. It is. Dick. Say Sir to a lord's son. bear. You have no more manners than a Pan. Bear! Under favour, young gentleman, I am the bearleader, being appointed your tutor. Dick. And what can you teach me? Pan. Prudence. Dick. Prudence to a nobleman's son with fifteen thousand a year! Pooh! I have been in London before, and know it requires no teaching to be a modern fine gentleman. Why, it all lies in a nut-shell. Sport a dogcart-walk Bond Street--play at billiards-dance reelssmoke-go to the opera-there's a buck of the first fashion in town for you. I'll drive you down to all the races, with my little terrier between your legs, in a tandem. Pan. Doctor Pangloss, the philosopher, with a terrier between his legs, in a tandem! Dick. I'll make you my long-stop at cricket-you shall draw corks -laugh at my jokes-squeeze lemons for punch-cast up the reckoning and woe betide you if you don't keep sober enough to see me safe home after a jollification. Pan. Make me a long-stop and a squeezer of lemons! Dick. Come now, tutor, go you and call the waiter. Enter WAITER. Pan. Waiter, here, put all the Honourable Mr. Dowlas's clothes and linen into his father's, Lord Duberly's, chariot. Wait. Where are they all, sir? Pan. All wrapped up in the Honourable Mr. Dowlas's pockethandkerchief. [Exit Waiter with the bundle. Dick. See 'em safe in, doctor, and I'll be with you directly. Pan. I go, most worthy pupil. If anybody wants a tutor here [to audience] My terms are just three hundred pounds per year. On their own merits modest men are dumb: (221.) THE INVASION OF THE CARNATIC. Edmund Burke, illustrious writer and statesman, b. 1728, d. 1797. Macaulay pronounces him "that great master of eloquence, possessing an aptitude of comprehension and richness of imagination superior to every orator, ancient or modern." When at length Hyder Ali found that he had to do with men who either would sign no convention, or whom no treaty and no signature could bind, and who were the determined enemies of human intercourse itself, he decreed to make the country possessed by these incorrigible and predestined criminals a memorable example to mankind. He resolved in the gloomy recesses of a mind capacious of such things, to leave the whole Carnatic an everlasting monument of vengeance, and to put perpetual desolation as a barrier between him and those against whom the faith which holds the moral elements of the world together, was no protection. He became at length so confident of his force, so collected in his might, that he made no secret whatsoever of his dreadful resolution. Having terminated his disputes with every enemy and every rival, who buried their mutual animosities in their common detestation against the creditors of the Nabob of Arcot, he drew from every quarter whatever a savage ferocity could add to his new rudiments in the arts of destruction; and, compounding all the materials of fury, havoc, and desolation into one black cloud, he hung for awhile on the declivities of the mountains. While the authors of all these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on this menacing meteor, which blackened all their horizon, it suddenly burst, and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the Carnatic. Then ensued a scene of woe the like of which no eye had seen, no heart conceived, and which no tongue can adequately tell. All the horrors of war, before known or heard of, were mercy to that new havoc. A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple. The miserable inhabitants, flying from their flaming villages, in part were slaughtered; others, without regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank or sacredness of function; fathers torn from children, husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and, amid the goading spears of drivers and the trampling of pursuing horses, were swept into captivity, in an unknown and hostile land. Those who were able to evade this tempest fled to the walled cities; but, escaping from the fire, sword, and exile, they fell into the jaws of famine. For eighteen months, without intermission, this destruction raged from the gates of Madras to the gates of Tanjore; and so completely did these masters in their art, Hyder Ali, and his more ferocious son,1 absolve themselves of their impious vow, that when the British armies traversed, as they did, the Carnatic for hundreds of miles in all directions, through the whole line of their march they did not see one man-not one woman-not one child-not one four-footed beast of any description whatever! One dead, uniform silence reigned over the whole region. (222.) SPEAK GENTLY. Speak gently! it is better far Speak gently! let not harsh words mar Speak gently! Love doth whisper low Speak gently to the little child,— Teach it in accents soft and mild,— Speak gently to the aged one, Let such in peace depart. Speak gently to the young, for they Will have enough to bear; 1 Tippoo Saib, the celebrated son of Hyder Ali, here referred to, was born in 1751, and succeeded his father in 1782. Pass through this life as best they may, Speak gently, kindly, to the poor, Speak gently to the erring; know Speak gently! He who gave his life Speak gently! 'tis a little thing Dropped in the heart's deep well, The good, the joy, which it may bring, (223.) REST. -Anon. Frederick W. Robertson, minister and miscellaneous writer, b. 1816, d. 1853. His sermons, expositions of St. Paul's Epistles, notes on Genesis, and lectures on social and literary subjects, display an exceptional amount of originality of thought and design. His life, written by Stopford Brook, is a history of self-denial, Christian trust, and patient fortitude. The cause of unrest is inward discord. We are going on in our selfishness. We stand, as Balaam stood, against the angel of the Lord, pressing on whilst the angel of Love stands against us. Just as the dove struggling against the storm, feeble and tired, is almost spent, until gradually, as if by inspiration, it has descended to the lower atmosphere, and so avoided the buffeting of the tempest above, and is then borne on by the wind of heaven in entire repose; like that is the rest of the soul. While we are unreconciled, the Love of God stands against us, and, by His Will, as long as man refuses to take up that yoke of His, he is full of discord; he is like the dove struggling with the elements aloft, as yet unconscious of the calm there is below. And you must make no compromise in taking up the burden of the Lord. Unrest comes from dissatisfaction with outward circumstances Part, perhaps the great part, of our misery here, comes from over |