It is as difficult to stifle the resentment of an injury at first, as it is to preserve the feeling after a certain length of time. It is weakness which makes us hate an enemy and wish to be revenged, and it is laziness which pacifies us and makes us not pursue revenge. A man will allow himself to be governed as much through indolence as from weakness. There is no use attempting suddenly to control a man, and especially in matters of importance to him and his. It requires some address to prevent him feeling that you are trying to gain a moral power over him; shame or caprice would move him to resist the restraint. Let him first be guided in little things, and from thence the progress to greater things is certain. Even if at first your influence is only such as will persuade him to go to the country, or to return to town, it will end in your dictating the terms of the will by which his son is disinherited. The best and most agreeble conversation is that in which the heart has more influence than the head. There are certain sublime sentiments, certain grand and noble acts, which are called forth more by our moral strength than by innate goodness. He must be a dull person indeed whom neither love, hate, nor necessity can inspire with wit. An honorable man is repaid for his strict application to duty by the pleasure it gives him to perform it. Short-sighted people-that is to say, people with so little imagination that it cannot reach beyond their own spherecannot understand that universality of genius which is sometimes observable in the same individual. Where they see amiability, they exclude solidity; and where they find personal grace, activity, and dexterity, they will not grant mental endowments, judgment, wisdom. They ignore that history relates of Socrates that he danced. The wise man is cured of ambition by ambition itself. It is a very sad thing to have neither wisdom enough to speak well, nor sense enough to be silent. This is the origin of all impertinence. If anything can justify a foolish man's ambition, it is the trouble he takes, after he has made his fortune, to discover some imaginary merit great enough to give him the importance he considers himself worthy of. How many men are like well-grown trees transplanted into a beautiful garden. It surprises us to see them there, as we never saw them growing; so we have no knowledge of their beginning or their progress. Nothing will more readily make us comprehend how valueless in God's eyes are wealth and grandeur, and the other advantages he bestows on mankind, than the dispensation he makes of them, and the kind of men who are best provided. Men display their goods every morning to cheat the public; and pack them up at night after having cheated all day. What one wastes he steals from his heir; what one sordidly saves he steals from himself. ATHALIAH. BY RACINE. [JEAN BAPTISTE RACINE, French dramatist, was born in Dept. Aisne, December 21, 1639; studied the classics with the Jansenists at Port Royal; and finished his education at the Collège d'Harcourt. After composing an ode entitled "Nymphes de la Seine," in honor of Louis XIV.'s marriage, he made the acquaintance of Boileau, Molière, and La Fontaine, and began to write for the stage. His first play, "La Thébaïde," was produced by Molière's troupe ; "Andromaque" (1667) established his reputation; then followed his one comedy, "Les Plaideurs," and a brilliant series of tragedies: "Britannicus," "Bérénice," "Bajazet, Mithridate," "Iphigénie," and "Phèdre." He withdrew from the theater after the production of "Phèdre," partly on account of envious intrigues and malicious criticisms, and settled down to a peaceful married life. After a silence of twelve years he wrote, at the solicitation of Madame de Maintenon," Esther" and "Athalie," biblical tragedies. His death (in 1699) is said to have been hastened by grief at losing the king's favor.] แ ATHALIAH, with her Attendants ABNER and Mattan. Mattan Great Queen, is this a place for thee? Darest thou this unhallowed fane approach? Hast thou that bitter hatred cast away Athaliah Both of you lend me an attentive ear. Lastly the traitor who destroyed my House, And e'en to me thought to extend his rage, And thus th' assassin leaves me mistress here, But for some days a gnawing care has come, A dream (why should a dream disquiet me?) I try to banish it; it haunts me still. 'Twas deepest night, when horror falls on man, My mother Jezebel before me stood, Richly attired as on the day she died, Her pride undaunted by misfortune's touch. "Tremble," she said, "child worthy of myself; I stretched my hands to clasp her; but I found. Great God! Athaliah While thus disturbed, before me rose I felt the sudden stroke of murderous steel But while its memory lingered in my soul, Worn out at last by horror's close pursuit, How strangely fear may sway our mortal minds! I thought that offerings might appease his wrath, I entered; and the sacrifice was stayed, The people fled, Jehoiada in wrath Advanced to meet me. As he spake, I saw With terror and surprise that selfsame boy Who haunts me in my dreams. I saw him there; That is the trouble which detains me here, Mattan Coincidence so strange fills me with dread. Athaliah Abner But, Abner, hast thou seen this fatal child? --- Two children at the altar lend their aid, Mattan Why hesitate to act? Of what crime can a child be capable? Mattan Abner Heaven showed him with a dagger in his hand; But, trusting to a dream, Mattan Enough for fear! I have considered all. Mattan! Is this the language of a priest? Thou badest me, Madam, speak my honest thought: Athaliah Abner, I will admit I may be wrong, |