picture, said my uncle Toby-she had suffered persecution, Trim, and had learnt mercy-she was good, an' please your honour, from nature, as well as from hardships; and there are circumstances in the story of that poor friendless slut, that would melt a heart of stone, said Trim; and some dismal winter's evening, when your honour is in the humour, they shall be told you with the rest of Tom's story, for it makes a part of it

II. Then do not forget, Trim, said my uncle Toby.

A negro has a soul, an' please your honour, said the corporal (doubtingly.) I am not much versed, corporal, quoth my uncle Toby, in things of that kind; but I suppose God would not leave him without one, any more than thee or me.---

It would be putting one sadly over the head of another, quoth the corporal. It would so, said my uncle Toby. Why then, an' please your honour, is a black wench to be used worse than a white one? I can give no reason, said my uncle Toby

-Only, cried the corporal, shaking his head, because she has no one to stand up for her

'Tis that very thing, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, which recommends her to protection, and her brethren with her; 'Tis the fortune of war which has put the whip into our hands now-where it may be hereafter, heaven knows! but be it where it will, the brave, Trim, will not use it unkindly.

-God forbid, said the corporal.

Amen, responded my uncle Toby, laying his hand upon his heart. STERNE.

CORPORAL TRIM'S ELOQUENCE.

MY young master in London is dead, said Obadiah- Here is sad news, Trim, cried Susannah, wiping her eyes as Trim stepped into the kitchen-master Bobby is dead.

I lament for him from my heart and soul, said Trim, fetching a sigh-poor creature! -poor boy!-poor gentle

man!

He was alive last Whitsunday, said the coachmanWhitsunday! alas! cried Trim, extending his right arm, and falling instantly into the same attitude in which he read the sermon,-what is Whitsunday, Jonathan, (for that was the coachman's name) or Shrovetide, or any tide or time past, to this? Are we not here now, continued the corporal, (striking the end of his stick perpendicular upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability) and äre we not (dropping his hat upon the ground) gone! in a moment?—It was infinitely striking! Susannah burst into a flood of tears.-We are not stocks and stones.-Jonathan, Obadiah, the cook maid, all melted. The foolish fat scullion herself, who was scouring a fish kettle upon her knees, was roused with it.-The whole kitchen crowded about the corporal.

II. "Are we not here now-and gone in a moment ?". There was nothing in the sentence-it was one of your self-evident truths we have the advantage of hearing every day; and if Trim had not trusted more to his hat than his head, he had made nothing at all of it.

"Are we not here now," continued the corporal, "and are we not (dropping his hat plump upon the groundand pausing before he pronounced the word) gone! in a moment?" The descent of the hat was as if a heavy lump of clay had been kneaded into the crown of it.-Nothing could have expressed the sentiment of mortality, of which it was the type and forerunner, like it; his hand seemed to vanish from under it, it fell dead, the corporal's eye fixed upon it, as upon a corpse-and Susannah burst into

a flood of tears.

STERNE.

HOTSPUR'S SOLILOQUY ON THE CONTENTS OF A LETTER. "BUT for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house."He could be contented to be there! Why is he not then?In respect of the love he bears our house? He shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous!"Why that's certain; 'tis danger

ous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, m; lord fool, out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower safety. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named, uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition."-Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and you lie.

II. What a lack-brain is this! Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with my lady's fan.

Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself; lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? And are there not some of them set forward already? What a Pagan rascal is this! an infidel !--Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. Oh! I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action. Hang him! let him tell the king; we are prepared. I will set forward to night.

SHAKSPEARE.

SOLILOQUY OF DICK THE APPRENTICE.

THUS far we run before the wind.-An apothecary! Make an apothecary of me! What, cramp my genius over a pestle and mortar ; or mew me up in a shop, with an alligator stuffed, and a beggarly account of empty boxes to be culling simples, and be constantly adding to the bills of mortality !-No! no!-it will be much better to be pasted up in capitals, The part of Romeo by a young gentleman who never appeared on any stage before !- -My ambition fires at the thought-but hold! may'nt I run some chance of failing in my attempt ?-hissed-pelted ughed at-not admitted into the green room; that will

0.1 never do-down, busy devil, down, down.-Try it again. -Loved by the women, envied by the men, applauded by the pit, clapped by the gallery, admired by the boxes.

II. "Dear colonel, is'nt he a charming creature? My lord, don't you like him of all things?-Makes love like an angel!—what an eye he has !-fine legs !—I shall certainly go to his benefit." Celestial sounds!--and then I will get in with all the painters, and have myself put up in every print shop-in the character of Macbeth! "This is a sorry sight "-(stands in an attitude.) In the character of Richard," Give me another horse-bind up my wounds.” -This will do rarely-And then I have a chance of getting well married-O glorious thought! I will enjoy it, though but in fancy-But what's o'clock? It must be almost nine. I'll away at once; this is club night-the spouters are all met-little think they I'm in town-they'll be surprised to see me-off I go; and then for my assig nation with my master Gargle's daughter-

Limbs, do your office, and support me well.

Мовану у

LESSON

THE JEW'S REVENGE.

IF it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food, hunt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you wound us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. if a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why,

revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better by the instruction. SHAKSPEARE.

-AND how did Garrick speak the soliloquy last night! Oh, against all rule, my lord, most ungrammatically! Betwixt the substantive and the adjective (which should agree together in number, case, and gender) he made a breach thus-stopping as if the point wanted settling. And after the nominative case, (which your lordship knows should govern the verb) he suspended his voice in the epilogue, a dozen times, three seconds and three fifths, by a stop watch, my lord, each time -Admirable grammarian! But in suspending his voice, was the sense suspended likewise? Did no expressions of attitude or countenance fill up the chasm? Was the eye silent? Did you narrowly look ?I looked only at the stop watch, my lord.-Excellent ob

server.

II. And what of this new book the whole world makes such a rout about?.Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my lordquite an irregular thing!-not one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle. I had my rule and compasses, my lord, in my pocket.-Excellent critick!

And for the epick poem your lordship bid me look at upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, and trying them at home, upon an exact scale of Bossu's 'tis out, my lord, in every one of its dimensions.-Admirable connoisseur !

III. And did you stop to take a look at the grand picture in your way back?'Tis a melancholy daub, my lord; not one principle of the pyramid in any one group !-And what a price!-for there is nothing of the colouring of Titian the expression of Rubens--the grace of Raphael -the purity of Dominichinc-the corregioscity of Corregio-the learning of Poussin-the airs of Guido-the taste of the Carrachisor the grand contour of Angelo !

Grant me patience!-of all the cants which are canted in this canting world-though the cant of hypocrisy may be the worst-the cant of criticism is the most tormenting! STERNE.