without regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank or sacredness of function, fathers torn from children, husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and amidst the goading spears of drivers, and the trampling of pursuing horses, were swept into captivity in an unknown and hostile land. Those who were able to evade this tempest fled to the walled cities; but escaping from fire, sword, and exile, they fell into the jaws of famine. The alms of the settlement, in this dreadful exigency, were certainly liberal; and all was done by charity that private charity could do; but it was a people in beggary; it was a nation which stretched out its hands for food. For months together these creatures of sufferance, whose very excess and luxury in their most plenteous days had fallen short of the allowance of our austerest fasts, silent, patient, resigned, without sedition or disturbance, almost without complaint, perished by a hundred a day in the streets of Madras; every day seventy at least laid their bodies in the streets, or in the glacis of Tanjore, and expired of famine in the granary of India. I was going to awake your justice towards this unhappy part of our fellowcitizens, by bringing before you some of the circumstances of this plague of hunger. Of all the calamities which beset and waylay the life of man, this comes the nearest to our heart, and is that wherein the proudest of us all feels himself to be nothing more than he is; but I find myself unable to manage it with decorum; these details are of a species of horror so nauseous and disgusting; they are so degrading to the sufferers and to the hearers; they are so humiliating to human nature itself, that, on better thoughts, I find it more advisable to throw a pall over this hideous object, and to leave it to your general conceptions. For eighteen months, without intermission, this destruction raged from the gates of Madras to the gates of Tanjore ; and so completely did these masters of their art, Hyder Ali and his more ferocious son, absolve themselves of their impious vow, that, when the British armies traversed, as they did, the Carnatic for hundreds of miles in all directions, through the whole line of their march they did not see one man, not one woman, not one child, not one four-footed beast of any description whatever. One dead, uniform silence reigned over the whole region. Burke. CHARITY. THOUGH I Speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. Bible. WAITING BY THE GATE. BESIDE a massive gateway built up in years gone by, The tree-tops faintly rustle beneath the breeze's flight, Behold the portals open, and o'er the threshold, now, In sadness then I ponder how quickly fleets the hour day, And as I look and listen the sadness wears away. Again the hinges turn, and a youth, departing, throws where! I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then with drawn; But still the sun shines round me: the evening bird sings on, Once more the gates are opened; an infant group go out, The sweet smile quenched forever, and stilled the sprightly shout. Oh, frail, frail tree of life, that upon the greensward strows Its fair young buds unopened, with every wind that blows! So come from every region, so enter, side by side, The strong and faint of spirit, the meek, and men of pride. Steps of earth's great and mighty, between those pillars gray, And prints of little feet, mark the dust along the way. And some approach the threshold whose looks are blank with fear, And some whose temples brighten with joy in drawing near, I mark the joy, the terror; yet these within my heart, W. C. BRYANT. QUEEN KATHARINE TO HENRY VIII. Wolsey. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. King Henry. What's the need; It hath already publicly been read, And on all sides the authority allow'd; You may then spare that time. Wol. Be't it so: - Proceed. Scribe. Say, Henry, King of England, come into the court. Crier. Henry, King of England, &c. K. Hen. Here. Scribe. Say, Katharine, Queen of England come into court. Crier. Katharine, Queen of England, &c. (The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her chair, goes about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at his feet; then speaks.) Queen Katharinc. Sir, I desire you do me right and justice. And to bestow your pity on me; for I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, At all times to your will conformable: Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yes, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry, When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends He were mine enemy? what friend of mine, He was from thence discharged? Sir, call to mind, |