. Poems . e quickness, took advantageof the embarrassment that seized him. If I, saidhe, who rise only to give my opinion of this bill, amso confounded that I cannot say what I intended,what must be the condition of that man, who, with-out any assistance, is pleading for his life ? P. 89, 1. that sweet Saint who sate by Russells sideUnder the Judgment-seat. Lord Russell. May I have somebody to write^ toassist my memory ? Mr. Attorney General. Yes, a Chief Justice. Any of your Servants shall as-sist you in writing any thing you please for Russell. My Wife is here, m
. Poems . e quickness, took advantageof the embarrassment that seized him. If I, saidhe, who rise only to give my opinion of this bill, amso confounded that I cannot say what I intended,what must be the condition of that man, who, with-out any assistance, is pleading for his life ? P. 89, 1. that sweet Saint who sate by Russells sideUnder the Judgment-seat. Lord Russell. May I have somebody to write^ toassist my memory ? Mr. Attorney General. Yes, a Chief Justice. Any of your Servants shall as-sist you in writing any thing you please for Russell. My Wife is here, my Lord, to do it. State Trials, 90, 1. , when her dear, dear Father passed along. An allusion to the last interview of Sir Thomas Ill More and his daughter Blargaret. Dear IMeg,said he, when afterwards with a coal he wrote to bidher farewell, I never liked your manner towards mebetter; for I like when daughterly love and dearcharity have no leisure to look to worldly courtesy. Ropers Life, P. 90, 1. 28. Her glory now, as ever her deltghl ! Epaminondas, after his victory at Leuctra, rejoicedmost of all at the pleasure which it would give his 112 father and motlier; and who would not have enviedthem their feelings ? Cornelia was called at Rome the ]\Iother-in-law ofScipio. When, said she to her sons, shall I becalled the Mother of the Gracchi ? P. 94,1. 6. Of burning sand their everlasting grave!-— After 1. 6 in the MS. Now tlie scene shifts to Cashmere—to a gladeWhere, with her loved gazelle, the blue-eyed JMaid( Her fragrant chamber for awhile resigned,Her lute, by fits discoursing with the wind)Wanders well-pleased, what time the NightingaleSings to the Rose, rejoicing hill and dale;And now to Venice—to a bridge, a square, &c. P. 96, 1. 3. Lo, on his back a Son brings in his Sire, An act of filial piety represented on the coins ofCatana, a Greek city, some remains of which are stillto be seen at the foot of mount ^Etna. The story istold of two brothers,
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