From this curst day I seek and sue no more:
If there be sueing, it shall be by those
Who have awoke the fever in my veins.
No matter!-Nobles, when we deign to kneel,
We should be trampled on.
Sinews and swords,-
They're the true canvassers:-The time may come !-
Never for me! My name's extinguished-dead-
Roman no more,—the rabble of the streets
Have seen me humbled,—slaves may gibe at me.
Crime may be cleared, and sorrow's eyes be dried,
The lowliest poverty be gilded yet,
The neck of airless, pale imprisonment

Be lightened of its chains! For all the ills
That chance or nature lays upon our heads,
In chance or nature there is found a cure :
But self-abasement is beyond all cure!
The brand is there, burned in the living flesh,
That bears its mark to the grave:-That dagger's plunged
Into the central pulses of the heart;

The act is the mind's suicide; for which

There is no after-health-no hope-no pardon!
My day is done.

SECTION IX.

SIR FRANCIS WRONGHEAD-MANLY....C. Cibber.

Manly. SIR FRANCIS, your servant.
Sir Francis. Cousin Manly.

Man. I am come to see how the family goes on here. Sir F. Troth! all as busy as bees; I have been on the wing ever since eight o'clock this morning.

Man. By your early hour, then, I suppose you have been making your court to some of the great men.

Sir F. Why, faith! you have hit it, Sir-I was advised to lose no time: so I e'en went straight forward to one great man I had never seen in all my life before.

Man. Right, that was doing business; but who had you got to introduce you?

Sir F. Why, nobody-1 remember I had heard a wise man say-My son, be bold-So troth! I introduced myself. Man. As how, pray

Sir F. Why, thus-Look ye-Please your lordship, says I, I am Sir Francis Wronghead, of Bumper-hall, and

member of parliament for the borough of Guzzledown-Sir, your humble servant, says my lord; thof I have not the honour to know your person, I have heard you are a very honest gentleman, and I am glad your borough has made choice of so worthy a representative; and so, says he, Sir Francis, have you any service to command me? Naw, cousin, these last words, you may be sure gave me no small encouragement. And thof I know, Sir, you have no extraordinary opinion of my parts, yet I believe, you wont say I missed it naw!

Man. Well, I hope I shall have no cause.

Sir F. So, when I found him so courteous-My lord, says I, I did not think to ha' troubled your lordship with business upon my first visit: but, since your lordship is pleased not to stand upon ceremony,-why truly, says I, 1 think naw is as good as another time.

Man. Right! there you pushed him home.

Sir F Ay, ay, I had a mind to let him see that I was none of your mealy-mouthed ones.

Man. Very good.

Sir F. So, in short, my lord, says I, I have a good estate-but-a-it's a little awt at elbows and as I desire to serve my king as well as my country, I shall be very willing to accept of a place at court.

Man. So this was making short work on't.

Sir F. I'cod! I shot him flying, cousin some of your hawf-witted ones, naw, would ha' hummed and hawed, and dangled a month or two after him, before they durst open their mouths about a place, and, mayhap, not ha' got it at last neither.

Man. Oh, I'm glad you're so sure on't— Sir F You shall hear, cousin- -Sir Francis, says my lord, pray what sort of a place may you ha' turned your thoughts upon ? My lord, says I, beggars must not be choosers; but ony place, says I, about a thousand a-year, will be well enough to be doing with, till something better falls in-for I thowght it would not look well to stond haggling with him at first.

Man. No, no, your business was to get footing any way. Sir F. Right! ay, there's it! ay, cousin, I see you know the world.

Man. Yes, yes, one sees more of it every day-Well but what said my lord to all this?

Sir F. Sir Francis, says he, I shall be glad to serve you any way that lies in my power; so he gave me a squeeze

by the hand, as much as to say, give yourself no troubleI'll do your business; with that he turned himself abawt to somebody with a coloured ribbon across here, that looked in my thowghts, as if he came for a place too.

Man. fortune!

Ha! so, upon these hopes, you are to make your

Sir F. Why, do you think there is any doubt of it, Sir? Man. Oh, no, I have not the least doubt about it-for just as you have done, I made my fortune ten years ago.

Sir F. Why, I never knew you had a place, cousin. Man. Nor I neither, upon my faith, cousin. But you, perhaps, may have better fortune: for I suppose my lord has heard of what importance you were in the debate today-You have been since down at the house, I presume. Sir F. Oh, yes! I would not neglect the house for ever so much.

Man.

Well, and pray what have they done there?

Sir F. Why, troth! I can't well tell you what they have done; but 1 can tell you what I did, and I think pretty well in the main, only I happened to make a little mistake at last, indeed.

Man.

How was that?

Sir F. Why, they were all got there into a sort of puzzling debate about the good of the nation—and I were always for that, you know- -but, in short, the arguments were so long-winded o' both sides, that waunds! I did not well understand 'um hawsomever I was convinced, and so resolved to vote right, according to my conscience-so when they came to put the question, as they call it,-I don't know haw 'twas-but I doubt I cried ay! when I should ha' cried no!

Man.

How came that about?

Sir F. Why, by a mistake, as I tell you-for there was a good-humoured sort of a gentleman, one Mr. Totherside, I think they call him, that sat next me, as soon as I had cried ay! gives me a hearty shake by the hand. Sir, says he, you are a man of honour, and a true Englishman; and I should be proud to be better acquainted with you-and so, with that he takes me by the sleeve, along with the crowd into the lobby-so I knew nowght— but, odds-flesh; I was got o' the wrong side the post-for I were told, afterwards, I should have staid where I was.

Man. And so, if you had not quite made your fortune before, you have clinched it now! -Ah, thou head of the Wrongheads!

[Aside.

Sir F.

Odso! here's my lady come home at last-I hope, cousin, you will be so kind as to take a family supper with us?

Man. Another time, Sir Francis; but to-night I am engaged.

SECTION X.

ÆMILIUS-TITUS-VARUS.....John Home.

Titus. Turn not away,
Nor hold thy Titus of one look unworthy.
Emil. Art thou my Titus?
And comes a servile suppliant for life,
With coward prayers to seduce the Consul?
No! thou art not my son. I had a son !
Whose only fault was valour to excess,
Whose fatal courage was the source of ills
Which he was bound in honour to sustain.
Thou art not he! thou scandal to thy country!
Thou tool of Maximin!

[To his father.

Thou that fear'st to die,

Titus.
Wrong not thy son.
Fast roll the numbered moments of my life,
And I must hasten to redeem my fame.

Emil. I fear, but know not what thy words portend.

Titus. I have deceived the tyrant, and am come No messenger nor counsellor of shame.

The cause of honour, of my father's honour,
The cause of Rome against myself I plead,
And in my voice the noble Paulus speaks.
Let no man pity us; aloft we stand

On a high theatre, objects, I think,
Of admiration and of envy rather.
The tyrant and his menaced deaths we scorn,
The cheerful victims of our sacred country.

Emil. Hear this! O earth and heaven! my son, my pride!

Come to thy father's arms; now, now I know
My blood again. O bitter, pleasing hour!
For I must lose thee-lose thee, O my hero!
Now when I love thee best, and most admire.

Titus. This to prevent I came; the force I feared
Of strong affection, and a mother's tears.
We saw the busy heralds come and go,

And trembled lest the Consul might be won;
For ebbing resolution ne'er returns,
But still falls farther from its former shore.
To aid my father in this trying hour

Did I assume a dastard's vile disguise.

Emil. And did I meet you with reproach and scorn!

With scorn encounter my devoted son,

Who came to strengthen and support his sire?
Forgive me, last of the Emilian line!
Pure and unstained the current of our blood
Ends as it long has flowed.

Var.
Thou noble youth,
Whose life more and more precious still I deem,
I am the friend of Rome; of yonder host
No slender part under my ensigns move.
With them I watch the tyrant's overthrow,
And guard my country with a stronger power,
Than Aquileia, and her feeble walls.
Great is thy glory; thou hast reached the top
Of magnanimity, in bloom of youth
The Regulus revived of ancient Rome:
Inflexible to terror, yield to prudence,
No tongue shall tax thine or thy father's fame.
Titus. Renowned Varus! often have I heard

Of thee, and of thy virtues; oft rejoiced,
That I could claim affinity with them;
But not the sanction of thy honour'd voice,
Not all the credence due to worth like thine,
Can move my steadfast mind. There is but one,
One only path which mortals safely tread,
The sacred path of rectitude and truth.
I follow, though it leads me to the tomb.
Forgive me, noble Roman! o'er thy head,
Perhaps, this instant, dire discovery hangs,
And thou and Rome are lost, and basely lost.
No, let the Consul, as he ought, defy
The tyrant's threat'ning, and rely on Heaven.
For me, and Paulus too, our hearts are fixed,
Deliberation of our state is vain :

For if the Consul should the city yield,
Inevitable death abides his son.

Emil. Eternal gods! thy mystic words explain.
Titus. A solemn oath determined we have sworn,
Ne'er to survive the ignominious ransom.
Restored to liberty, to death we fly,
And perish mutual by each other's sword,