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THE RESPECT DUE TO ALL MEN.
LET those, whose riches have purchased for them the page of Knowledge, regard with respect the native powers of them to whose eyes it has never been unrolled. The day labourer, and the professor of science, belong naturally to the same order of intelligences. Circumstances and situation have made all the difference between them. derstanding of one has been free to walk whither it would: that of the other has been shut up and deprived of the liberty of ranging the fields of knowledge. Society has condemned it to the dungeon of ignorance, and then despises it for being in the dark.
There have been multitudes that would have added to the sum, or have embellished the form, of human knowledge, if their youth had been taught the rudiments, and their life allowed them leisure to prosecute the pursuit of it. The attention that would have been crowned with splendid successes in the inquiry after truth, has all been expended in the search after bread. The curiosity that would have penetrated to the secrets of nature, explored the recesses of mind, and compassed the records of time, has been choked by the cares of want. The fancy, that would have glowed with a heat divine, and made a brilliant addition to the blazing thoughts and burning words of the poetical world, has been chilled and frozen by the cold winds of poverty.
Many an one, who cannot read what others wrote, had the knowledge of elegant letters been given him, would himself have written, what ages might read with delight. He that ploughs the ground, had he studied the heavens, might have understood the stars as well as he understands the soil. Many a sage has lain hid in the
savage, and many a slave was made to be an emperor.
Blood, says the pride of life, is more honourable than money. Indigent nobility looks down upon untitled opulence. This sentiment, pushed a little farther, leads to the point I am pursuing. Mind is the noblest part of the man; and of mind, virtue is the noblest distinction.
Honest man, in the ear of Wisdom, is a grander name, is a more high-sounding title, than peer of the realm, or prince of the blood. According to the eternal rules of celestial precedency, in the immortal heraldry of Nature and of Heaven, Virtue takes place of all things. It is the nobility of angels! It is the majesty of God!
THE HUMAN FISHES.
I must tell thee, dear Robin, men's faith in the Sun,
groves, Where, as fishes, they still expect graces and loves, Giving scope to their fancies, our sweet pretty Belles Talk of seeking for pearls as they grow in their shels ; While the young romping Misses are all much afraid Of passing their time as a Dab or a Maid. Conjecture goes on in this aqueous round, And shows in its course where each class may be found : Our Soldiers are Lobsters, from time out of mind; In the class of the Sword-fish, the Bullies we find; While that of the Law, some are found to remark, (Though a little severe), must belong to the Shark And still going on with a fling of their wit, The Porpoise and Turtle they give to the Cit; The Courtier slips easily into the Eel, For the dirt of his station he never can feel, Accustomed to slide, and to wriggle and bend, As a man or a fish he pursues the same end. But, lest in respect we are here thought to fail, We know that a Monarch must end in a Whale ; That the mass of his Commons as Herrings must float
In the tide of his stomach, as food down his throat;
But, were the relation of all to be penned,
But the Ocean of thought is so vast and so wide,
MARULLUS TO THE MOB.
WHEREFORE rejoice? that Cæsar comes in triumph ?
grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! 0
you hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome !
climbed up to walls and battlements,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
From the Tragedy of Arminius.
SIEGMAR, ARMINIUS, BRENNO, AND GISMAR.
Seig. My brave and reverend warriors! I am here
Gismar. Two moons are past, since to the Suevian camp I bore the solemn message of my king.
There did I see a tyrant in authority
Brenno. I am a Suevian, and that bare avowal
peace or war ? oh! know ye not The pangs which yielding honesty must prove, When vice and tyranny demand its homage ? Gods! could I smile with Varus: smile when Germans Dragged the triumphal car of their disgraceGaped on his trappings, and believed the name Their fathers gave them was a rank dishonour ! True, my king smiled !I could have torn him from his throne for smiling. Mine was a barren loyalty, and hateful. Here then I came and proffered my allegiance, Where, with obedience, I might give my conscience, Where right and wrong retained their ancient meanings, Where 't was no shame to call myself a German. I would not hold my life on such a tenure As Rome would ask me as the price of living ; Much less put on the baubles she would give, And barter with me as the price of virtue. Friends! there are none of you but think as I do!
Arm. Chieftains and friends! the awful time is come
I know your hearts !