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To cultivate the wild, licentious savage
Ju. To strike thee dumb, turn up thy eyes to Cato!
Sy. Believe me, prince, there's not an African
And, if the following day he chance to find
Ju. Thy prejudices, Syphax, won't discern
Sy. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul I think the Romans call it Stoicism. Had not your royal father thought so highly Of Roman virtue, and of Cato's cause, He had not fallen by a slave's hand, inglorious; Nor would his slaughtered army now have lain On Afric sands, disfigured with their wounds, To gorge
the wolves and vultures of Numidia.
Sy. O that you'd profit by your father's ills !
Ju. Syphax, I should be more than twice an orphan By such a loss.
Sy. Ay, there's the tie that binds you !
Ju. Syphax, your zeal becomes importunate;
Sy. Sir, your great father never used me thus.
you drew from him in your last farewell ?
Ju. Alas! the story melts away my soul. That best of fathers ! how shall I discharge The gratitude and duty which I owe him?
Sy. By laying up his counsels in your heart.
Ju. His counsels bade me yield to thy directions
Sy. Alas! my prince, I'd guide you to your safety.
Ju. Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Sy. Rather say your love.
Ju. Syphax, I've promised to preserve my temper
Sy. Believe me, prince, though hard to conquer love,
Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget
Ju. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion,
129. A Search after Happiness.
• How happy I'll be to-morrow!” exclaimed little Slyder Downehylle, in anticipation of Christmas, —“0, how happy I shall be to-morrow !”
“Couldn't you contrive to be happy a little now?” replied uncle John, who had learned somewhat to distrust anticipation and its gorgeous promises.
“Happy now, uncle John!” retorted little Slyder Downehylle, rather contemptuously, - "happy now! what with, I should like to know what shall I be happy with — now? Where are the cakes, the candy, the pies — where the hobby horse that somebody's going to give me - and all the Christmas gifts? How I wish to-morrow was here! What a long day — what a long evening - what a great while I've got to
Little Slyder Downehylle became quite cross, and uncle John whistled. Twenty-four hours afterwards, little Slyder Downehylle was still more cross; he had been happy with candy, with cakes, and with pies, until he was very uncomfortable indeed; he had been happy with toys, until he had quarrelled with his little companions, and strewed the room with broken playthings; he had been happy with his hobbyhorse, until he got a fall.
“O, what a stupid day!” said little Slyder Downehylle. “I wish to-morrow would come - I'll be so happy at aunt Betsy's."
It is unnecessary to intrude at aunt Betsy's, for the events there were of a character strongly resembling what had already occurred. Little Slyder Downehylle went to bed in tears.
It was always so with the unfortunate Slyder Downehylle. Throughout life he wanted something to be happy with ; and, strangely enough, it universally occurred, that, when he had obtained the thing, it did not prove to be exactly the thing he wanted. His expectations were never realized, and he was, therefore, constantly in a state of disappointment. Unlucky Slyder Downehylle! It was deplorable, too, that such should be the case, for Slyder Downehylle was anxious to be happy — he was always looking forward to be happyfor something to be happy with.
When he got up in the morning, it was always his resolve to be happy in the afternoon; and, if not successful in accomplishing his purpose at that time, he endeavored, as far as possible, to retrieve the failure by forming a similar determination for the evening. No one ever had a greater variety of schemes for living happy- very happy — than he; for living happy next week, for living happy next month, or next year; but it appeared to him that a malignant fate was sure to interfere, in order that his projects might be frustrated.
At school, he was always thinking how happy he would be on Saturday afternoon ; but then sometimes it rained on Saturday afternoon, or his companions would not do as he