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discover him playing at taw or other childish play.” Adams highly commended the doctor's opinion, and said, "He had often wondered at some passages in ancient authors, where Scipio, Lælius, and other great men were represented to have passed many hours in amusements of the most trifling kind.” The doctor replied, “ He had by him an old Greek manuscript where a favorite diversion of Socrates was recorded.” “ Ay!”
” says the parson, eagerly; “I should be most infinitely obliged to you for the favor of perusing it.” The doctor promised to send it him, and farther said, “That he believed he could describe it. I think,” says he, “as near as I can remember, it was this: there was a throne erected, on one side of which sat a king, and on the other a queen, with their guards and attendants ranged on both sides ; to them was introduced an ambassador, which part Socrates always used to perform himself; and when he was led up to the footsteps of the throne he addressed himself to the monarchs in some grave speech, full of virtue and goodness and morality, and such like. After which, he was seated between the king and queen, and royally entertained. This I think was the chief part. Perhaps I may have forgot some particulars, for it is long since I read it.” Adams said, “ It was indeed a diversion worthy the relaxation of so great a man; and thought something resembling it should be instituted among our great men, instead of cards and other idle pastime, in which, he was informed, they trifled away too much of their lives.” He added, “The Christian religion was a nobler subject for these speeches than any Socrates could have invented.” The gentleman of the house approved what Mr. Adams said, and declared "He was resolved to perform the ceremony this very evening.” To which the doctor objected, as no one was prepared with a speech, “unless," said he (turning to Adams with a gravity of countenance which would have deceived a more knowing man), “you have a sermon about you, doctor. ” “Sir,” said Adams, “I never travel without one, for fear of what may happen.” He was easily prevailed on by his worthy friend, as he now called the doctor, to undertake the part of the ambassador; so that the gentleman sent immediate orders to have the throne erected, which was performed before they had drunk two bottles ; and perhaps the reader will hereafter have no great reason to admire the nimbleness of the servants. Indeed, to confess the truth, the throne was no more than this : there was a great tub of water
provided, on each side of which were placed two stools raised higher than the surface of the tub, and over the whole was laid a blanket; on these stools were placed the king and queen, namely, the master of the house and the captain. And now the ambassador was introduced between the poet and the doctor, who, having read his sermon, to the great entertainment of all present, was led up to his place and seated between their majesties. They immediately rose up, when the blanket, wanting its support at either end, gave way, and soused Adams over head and ears in the water. The captain made his escape, but, unluckily, the gentleman himself not being as nimble as he ought, Adams caught hold of him before he descended from his throne, and pulled him in with him, to the entire secret satisfaction of all the company. Adams, after ducking the squire twice or thrice, leaped out of the tub, and looked sharp for the doctor, whom he would certainly have conveyed to the same place of honor ; but he had wisely withdrawn : he then searched for his crabstick, and having found that, as well as his fellow-travellers, he declared he would not stay a moment longer in such a house. He then departed, without taking leave of his host, whom he had exacted a more severe revenge on than he intended; for, as he did not use sufficient care to dry himself in time, he caught a cold by the accident which threw him into a fever that had like to have cost him his life.
Adams, and Joseph, who was no less enraged than his friend at the treatment he met with, went out with their sticks in their hands, and carried off Fanny, notwithstanding the opposition of the servants, who did all, without proceeding to violence, in their power to detain them. They walked as fast as they could, not so much from any apprehension of being pursued as that Mr. Adams might, by exercise, prevent any harm from the water. The gentleman, who had given such orders to his servants concerning Fanny that he did not in the least fear her getting away, no sooner heard that she was gone than he began to rave, and immediately dispatched several with orders either to bring her back or never return. The poet, the player, and all but the dancing master and doctor went on this errand.
ON LIFE, DEATH, AND IMMORTALITY.
BY EDWARD YOUNG.
(From “ Night Thoughts.")
[EDWARD YOUNG : An English poet; born at Upham, Hampshire, in 1684 ; died at Welwyn, Hertfordshire, April 12, 1765. He was graduated at Oxford, took orders as a clergyman of the Church of England, and in 1730 became rector of Welwyn, where he remained until his death. His most famous work is “ Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality" (1742–1744). He also published “The Last Day" (1713), “The Force of Religion " (1715), two tragedies, “Busiris” (1719) and “The Revenge” (1721), and “The Love of Fame" (1725-1728).]
TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
From short (as usual) and disturbed repose,
Silence and darkness! solemn sisters ! twins
The grave, your kingdom: there this frame shall fall
Thou who didst put to flight
Thro' this opaque of nature, and of soul,
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such! Who centered in our make such strange extremes! From diff'rent natures marvelously mixt, Connection exquisite of distant worlds ! Distinguished link in being's endless chain ! Midway from nothing to the deity! A beam ethereal, sullied, and absorpt! Tho' sullied, and dishonored, still divine !
Dim miniature of greatness absolute !
grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, What though my soul fantastic measures trod O’er fairy fields; or mourned along the gloom Of pathless woods; or down the craggy steep Hurled headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight, tho’ devious, speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod; Active, aërial, towering, unconfined, Unfettered with her gross companion's fall. Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal: Even silent night proclaims eternal day. For human weal, heaven husbands all events; Dull sleep instructs, nor sport vain dreams in vain.
Why then their loss deplore, that are not lost?
They live! they greatly live a life on earth