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studied but little, he lost his time in the amusements of his age; his quickness however made amends; he surpassed the greatest number of his comrades, astonished his masters, and seemed rather to guess the meaning of the different authors, than study them. His spirit was independent, and averse to complying with the rules; every thing might be obtained from him by good humour, and he was overpowered by kindnefs; but ill judged rigours and the caprices of authority irritated, and his spirit revolted against them. The Santons found out that he was lazy, uncontrolable, and a disputant.

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Salem was seen with very different eyes, both by the Santons, and by his comrades; he had no exertion of soul, no eagernefs of mind, and was never drawn away by the most agreeable amusements. Steady to his task, he learned in three days what cost Alladin only an hour. He did not penetrate like Alladin the full meaning of his author, but he could repeat the text. Salem was cited as a model of perfection by the Santons every mark of distinction was fhewn him; and whenever they could not avoid giving some recompences to Alladin, they were always accompanied with remonstrances.

The principal of the Santons, an old man who had studied the morals of mankind all his life, was of a different opinion. He loved Alladin and pitied him. "O my son, said he, as he was taking leave of him, if I have any advice to give you, it would be to hide half your understanding; but that is impofsible. It will be necefsary for your first entry in the

Nov. 20. world; and how can the brilliancy of it be fhadowed, without some rays appearing? You will soon be known, hated, and persecuted. The most fatal gift man can receive from God is a great genius. It overpowers others, and disgusts us with them. You have a feeling heart, which is another misfortune; it will make you sensible of a thousand wants which you will not be able to satisfy; and your sensibility will heighten your misfortunes. To know and to feel are the most noble employments of the human faculties; they are also the two greatest sources of misfortune, because there are in the world two curses called envy and ingratitude." As he finished these words, he embraced Alladin with tears, who felt his heart opprefsed. It seemed as if a ra pid ray of light had fhewn him the future misfortunes of his life, the abyfs which surrounded him. His soul was melted by the affection fhewn him by this respectable old man; tears of pleasure inundated his cheeks, and soon his mind gave loose to hope. He flattered himself that he should be beloved by mankind, whom he would love to serve. He only saw in himself but franknefs, benevolence, and generosity, how could he believe others to be unfeeling, ungrateful, and hypocrites? Melancholy experience a lone makes those who are born good and generous, acquainted with mankind.

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READING MEMORANDUMS.

When we consider our natural depravity and weakness, it appears to be as much our duty to avoid temptation, as it is to resist and overcome it when we happen to be inadvertantly insnared.

It is equally incumbent on us to avoid whatever may unfit or indispose us for our duty, as it is to adopt those means that will enable us to discharge it to the best advantage.

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MONTAUBAN OVER THE BODY OF JULIA *.

NEAR that sad bed where ill-starr'd Julia lay,
Montauban stood; distraction in his eye:
His look exprest the storm of wild dismay,
And throbs conclusive swell'd each rising sigh
O'er the dread scene of vengeance, and of woe,
A glimm'ring taper fhed a feeble light,
Whose sickly flashes only serv'd to show

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The gloomy horrors of that mournful night.

All pale and cold the guiltless victim lay,

Cropt like the tender lily of the vale,
Which meekly bending droops its gentle head,

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When threat'ning storms, and howling winds afsail.

No more her bosom heaves with smother'd sighs":
Conflicting pafsions rend her heart no more;
The starting tear no more fhall fill her eyes,
For all her sorrows are for ever o'er.

"And is this, the wretched husband cries,
"This the sad end of days so pure as thine?
"Go death; and boast the mighty sacrifice
"That swells the list of victims at thy fhrine.
"Shall pale corruption's never satiate worm
"Feed on the beauties of that angel face?

"No! ev'n in death fhall charm thy peerless form,
"Nor has the spoiler robb'd thee of one grace.

"Still on that lip the smile of peace appears,

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"Peace which Montauban never fhall know more?
"No more her soothing voice fhall glad my ears,
"For Julia, guiltlefs Julia's life is o'er."

He spoke and wildly from the chamber rush'd,
Stung with the horrors of remorse and pain;

To seek in death the remedy he wish'd,

And quench the fever of his burning brain.

Vide, Julia de Rousseau vol 2d.

The direful draught was near; a phial stood
Fill'd with a liquid of narcotic pow'r,
To freeze the gliding current of the blood,
And drown in stupor life's concluding hour.
With trembling hand he pours the baleful juice ;
To his parch'd quiv'ring lips the cup applies:
"This; injur'd Julia! do I drink to thee,
"And thus thy virtue is aveng'd, he cries.
And have I dar'd to think my Julia false?

And have I seiz'd the thunder-bolt of fate? "Off gloomy thoughts! no longer tear my soul, "Nor crush my tortur'd conscience with your weight. "Hold! sure all nature rises at my crime,

"Hark! how the driving tempest howls around;

"See the pale lightnings cast a livid gleam,

"And rattling bursts of thunder shake the ground.

"What nameless forms are these? defend me Heav'n"What frightful spectres flit amidst the gloom? "Yet ah! I dare not ask to be forgiven,

"I dare not deprecate my aweful doom.

"Why does this lingering draught delay its pow'r? "Why creep thus slowly through my freezing veins ? "Ev'n death the wretch's friend delays the hour, "To put a final period to my pains.

"Ev'n now I feel a torture worse than death, "A torture which the guilty only know;

"Oh would that solemn hour which ends my breath, "Wind up the last dread close of all my woe.

"Ah! what a languid flutt'ring at my heart,

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"What forms terrific prefs on every side?

Help! help oh death!-speed, speed thy finging dart, "Have mercy gracious Heav'n?" he said and died

VOL. Xviii.

M. B.S.

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