One moment rose he with a forced disdain, “I seek no favour-I-the Rights of Man! "I speak."—Alas! each new attempt was vain: "Laud we," said Justice Bolt," the Powers above; "He dared not strive, you witness'd-dared not lift "His voice, nor drive at his accursed drift: "So all shall tremble, wretches who oppose "Our church or state-thus be it to our foes." He spoke, and, seated with his former air, Look'd his full self, and fill'd his ample chair; Took one full bumper to each favourite cause, And dwelt all night on politics and laws, With high applauding voice, that gain'd him high ap plause. TALE II. THE PARTING HOUR. I did not take my leave of him, but had Cymbeline, Act I. Scene 4. Grief hath changed me since you saw me last, Comedy of Errors, Act V. Scene 1. Oh! if thou be the same Egean, speak, Comedy of Errors, Act V. Scene 5. I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days Othello, Act I. Scene 3. An old man, broken with the storms of fate, Henry VIII. Act IV. Scene 2. TALE II. THE PARTING HOUR. MINUTELY trace man's life; year after year, But let these binding links be all destroy'd, And in an instant see a life's decay; survey, Pain mix'd with pity in our bosoms rise, Beneath yon tree, observe an ancient pair- |