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at the siege of Saguntum; and were to be put to death by the extremest tortures. Proud and cruel nation! Every thing must be yours, and at your disposal ! You are to prescribe to us with whom we shall make war, with whom we shall make peace ! you are to set us bounds; to shut us up within hills and rivers; but you-you are not to observe the limits which yourselves have fixed. Pass not the Iberus! What next? Touch not the Saguntines ; Saguntum is upon the Iberus, move not a step towards that city. Is it a small matter, then, that you have deprived us of our ancient possessions, Sicily and Sardinia ? You would have Spain too. Well, we shall yield Spain ; and then —you will pass into Africa. Will pass, did I say?—This very year they ordered one of their consuls into Africa, the other into Spain. No, soldiers, there is nothing left for us but what we can vindicate with our swords. Come on then. Be men. The Romans may with more safety be cowards; they have their own country behind them, have places of refuge to flee to, and are secure from danger in the roads thither : but for you there is no middle fortune between death and victory. Let this be but well fixed in your minds, and once again I say, you are conquerors.
THE FRENCH MAN AND THE SHEEP'S TROTTERS.
(A celebrated Comic Recitation, written by Mr. T. Prest.)
But mankind often blunder for their good;
(Bulls breathe in England, be it understood,
Paddies alone are noted for it;
But stay, I'll leave philosophers to pore it,
Who, though not over rich, wished to appear so;
Poor emigrants, whose wealth, good lack !
For he was proud as Satan's self,
And as a proof-,-the least
To give a feast !
The Frenchmen jump'd at such an offer,
But at the first hotel on shore,
They stopp'd to lodge and board;
But here occurr'd a grievous bore :-
The order seem'd immense to Boniface,
Was,-“ Messieur Bull, you lette me have, I say,
Vich for vid cash, I sal you pay ;
(But whether right or wrong, cared not a button ;) That what Monsieur desired with air so great,
Was fifteen legs of mutton!
Surprise and rage by turns,
In his face burns,
As nice as he was alle;
Our hero said,
You may take back de legs unto de pot;
But dese here leetle tings vid vich de sheep do trot!"
“ Now after all the trouble that I took,
It seems, instead of fifteen legs,
HAMLET'S INSTRUCTIONS TO THE PLAYERS.
SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lieve the town crier had spoke my lines. And do not saw the air too much with your hand thus ; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious perriwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but in. explicable dumb shows and noise : I could have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing termagent; it out-herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing ; whose end, both at first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy of, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of one of which must in your allowance o’erweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh! there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, (not to speak it profanely) that, neither have the accent of Christian, nor the gait of Christian, Pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well; they imitated humanity so abominably.
And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too: though, in the meantime, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered :—that's villanous: and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
“What is a schoolmaster?"—Why, can't you tell ?
A quizzical old man
Wears a huge wig,
Strives to look big,
And most important pout,
Such my description is, of a man,
A schoolmaster, (it mostly follows)
One Doctor Larrup, as depicted here,
But that despite
Of all his might,
Worse than the little fish or sharks,-
So stood the Doctor:
With face as red
As coral bed.
Had his wife been there
I do declare
It would have shock'd her. After long buffeting in mental storm, His brain's thermometer fell from hot to warm : At many plans by turns he grapples, To save his quinces, pears, and apples When luckily into his noddle His recollection chanc'd to toddle. This sage informant told poor Larrup, If he'd convey his fruit so far up, That, on his house's top there stood, A room, well floor'd, I think with-wood. 'Twas what some folks a loft would call; The entrance through a trap door small, Fix'd in the cieling of his chamber, To which he up a rope must clamber; Unless a ladder was prepar'd, And then the rope's-end might be spard : But he'd a long, well-practis'd knack, Of sparing neither rope nor back. Ye who in proper titles glory,
Will think, I hope, as I have oft,
That as this story's of a loft,