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national prejudices. It withdraws their attention from what is passing at home, and makes them better tools in the hands of Ambition. Hence next-door neighbours are held up to us from our childhood as natural enemies ; and we are urged on like curs to worry each other.*

In like manner we should learn to be just to individuals.

• In such circumstances I should have done otherwise ?' Who, did he but reflect by what slow gradations, often by how many strange concurrences, we are led astray; with how much reluctance, how much agony, how many efforts to escape, how many self-accusations, how many sighs, how many

tears—Who, did he but reflect for a moment, would have the heart to cast a stone ? Happily these things are known to Him, from whom no secrets are


Candour, generosity and justice, how rare are they in the world; and how much is to be deplored the want of them! When a minister in our parliament consents at last to a measure, which, for many reasons perhaps existing no longer, he had before refused to adopt, there should be no exultation as over the fallen, no taunt, no jeer.' How often may the resistance be continued lest an enemy should triumph, and the result of conviction be received as a symptom of fear!

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hidden; and let us rest in the assurance that His judgments are not as ours are.


* Are we not also unjust to ourselves ; and are not the best among us the most so? Many a good deed is done by us and forgotten. Our benevolent feelings are indulged, and we think no more of it. But is it so when we err? And when we wrong another and cannot redress the wrong, where are we then ?-Yet so it is and so no doubt it should be, to urge us on without ceasing, in this place of trial and discipline,

From good to better and to better still.


Have none appeared as tillers of the ground,
None since They went—as though it still were theirs,
And they might come and claim their own again?
Was the last plough a Roman's ?

From this Seat,*
Sacred for ages, whence, as VIRGIL sings,
The Queen of Heaven, alighting from the sky,
Looked down and saw the armies in array,t
Let us contemplate ; and, where dreams from Jove
Descended on the sleeper, where perhaps
Some inspirations may be lingering still,
Some glimmerings of the future or the past,
Let us await their influence; silently
Revolving, as we rest on the green turf,

* Mons Albanus, now called Monte Cavo. On the summit stood for many centuries the temple of Jupiter Latiaris. “ Tuque ex tuo edito monte Latiaris, sancte Jupiter,"&c.—Cicero.

† Æneid, xii. 134.

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The changes from that hour when He from Troy
Came up the Tiber; when refulgent shields,
No strangers to the iron-hail of war,
Streamed far and wide, and dashing oars were heard
Among those woods where Silvia's stag was lying,
His antlers gay with flowers; among those woods
Where by the Moon, that saw and yet withdrew not,
Two were so soon to wander and be slain,*
Two lovely in their lives, nor in their death

Then, and hence to be discerned,
How many realms, pastoral and warlike, lay
Along this plain, each with its schemes of power,
Its little rivalships !+ What various turns
Of fortune there ; what moving accidents
From ambuscade and


violence ! Mingling, the sounds came up; and hence how oft We might have caught among the trees below, Glittering with helm and shield, the men of TIBUR;I Or in Greek vesture, Greek their origin,

* Nisus and Euryalus. “La scène des six derniers livres de Virgile ne comprend qu'une lieue de terrain.”—BONSTETTEN.

+ Forty-seven, according to Dionys. Halicar. I. i. # Tivoli.

In one.

Some embassy, ascending to PRÆNESTE ;*
How oft descried, without thy gates, Aricia,
Entering the solemn grove for sacrifice,
Senate and People !- Each a busy hive,
Glowing with life!

But all ere long are lost
We look, and where the river rolls
Southward its shining labyrinth, in her strength
A City, girt with battlements and towers,
On seven small hills is rising. Round about,
At rural work, the Citizens are seen,
None unemployed ; the noblest of them all
Binding their sheaves or on their threshing-floors,
As though they had not conquered. Every where
Some trace of valour or heroic toil!
Here is the sacred field of the HORATII. I
There are the QUINTIAN meadows. Here the Hill ||
How holy, where a generous people, twice,
Twice going forth, in terrible anger sate
Armed; and, their wrongs redressed, at once gave way,

* Palestrina.

+ La Riccia.
# “ Horatiorum quà viret sacer campus.”—Mart.

“ Quæ prata Quintia vocantur.”—Livy.
|| Mons Sacer.

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