For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. TENNYSON. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SOLILOQUY FAREWELL, a long farewell, to all my greatness! Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! Never to hope again. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Love thyself last cherish those hearts that hate thee; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell And,-Prithee, lead me in: There, take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the king's: my robe, I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, SHAKSPERE'S HENRY VIII. THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED. TREAD Softly-bow the head In reverent silence bow- Is passing now. Stranger! however great, With lowly reverence bow ; Greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof, Lo! Death doth keep his state; Enter-no guards defend This palace-gate. SELECT READINGS. man that hangs on princes' favours! For that stille we would aspire to, of princes, and their ruin, s than wars or women have; hes ke Lucifer, kto shed a tear to play the woman. ser day. I taught th and the ways of glory and shoals of hono I is red to rise in; Fraser missed Tist. OC's roof, attend defend ace-gate . is the king's: my robe, marmenty tɔ heaven, is all O Cromwell, Cromwell, simy God with half the zeal admin- lng. He would not in mine age me naked to mine enemies. SHAXSPERE'S HENRY VIII. AURER'S DEATH BED. ty-bow the head reverent silence bow assing-bell doth toll, Emmortal soul Is passing now. er however great, that bear's roof, tend- gate. |