Now silver bells, for joy and pleasure ring,
And thus the nurse begins to talk and sing.

[Makes a doll of her gown and mimicks nurse,

The next scene now a boarding-school discloses,
And Miss in many situations shows us→
She must have braces, to prevent round shoulders,
To keep her head up, and attract beholders.
How great her grief, when put close in a corner,
The fool's-cap on! for little fools to scorn her!
That's soon forgot, when breaking up is near,
When a plumb-cake or birth-day brings good cheer ;
Then o'er the play-ground now she trips most gay,
Or with a skipping-rope drives care away;
But care returns-the writing-master comes-
And Mr. Roundhand teazes one with sums;
The dancing-master next-and debonair,
Monsieur Carpeé now leads her with an air.
A visit then from Signor she receives,
And Arionelli thus his lesson gives.

[Here is introduced an Italian song, which is sung with much humour.]

Miss in her teens, commences her third age,
She's all the ton-whatever is the rage;

She leers, she smiles, she plays too with her fan-
In short, she studies all the arts she can,
To catch the oglings of some favourite man?
So hints the poet, or I much mistake,
That "every woman is at heart a rake.”
Now queen of fashion, she's admired by all,
At concert, play-house, opera, or ball.

The fourth age a romantic novel seems,
Heigho! she sighs all day-all night she dreams!
Her swain is false-or, well-a-day! another
Less dear-propos'd by father or by mother:
What stolen interviews-what vows of love,
Are witnessed by the moon and stars abovel

maids, and lived at the foot of Monte Alto, where that extraordinary son was born to them on the day Charles V. was crowned emperor. "We set out together," said Sextus V. often; “but fortune set me to keep pigs, when I wanted to be driving more rational, though not less obstinate animals." The truth was, Tarli, the famous preacher, going to a wedding in that neighbourhood one day, saw this lad keep on crying while every one else seemed happy, "What dost cry for so, child?" says Tarli," tell me."-" I cry," replies little Peretti, because God gave me a heart to be a great man, and I am but a poor boy." "-" Wilt thou study and be good, and learn to be a great man?” says the preacher." Yes, that I will, and keep pigs no more, but turn friar."-" Friars are always poor, my child," answered Tarli; "those who despise poverty must not be friars."—" Well! I'll go through poverty then," replies the lad, "as you go through purgatory-but I'll come out a great man. "And so thou wilt, I am sure,' exclaims the ecclesiastic, turning to his companion Selleri, who laughed, but said, "Show us the road to such a town, child, and don't cry any more." The boy ran before them without shoes, nor could threats or persuasion drive him back from their convent, where they clothed and taught him; till such were his acquirements, and such his proficiency, that the superiors counted him a prodigy of early science, and his protector Tarli, on his death-bed, pressed his hand, saying, "I grieve, dear Fælix, I can live no longer to witness your felicity and fame. You will be Pope, I'm sure you will." "And from that day," says Sextus, "I resolved on't." When settled in the seat he was born for, he relaxed not from study, nor stained his character with vice or folly; but in five years contributed, says Zimmerman, more to the embel

lishment of modern Rome than Augustus Cæsar did to ancient Rome in forty. The immense hospital, the four fine obelisks, the water-work, where he employed four thousand workmen, the improvements in the library, the statues of St. Peter and St. Paul, placed upon Antonine's and Trajan's pillar, evince his muniacent spirit. The distribution of his time alone can account for the vast works that he performed. Five hours he allotted then, to literature, seven to the cares of state, two to his private devotions, four to convivial recreation and society-the rest to sleep. When some of his counsellors grieved to see the Bible translated into Latin-" Oh, it will save those noble souls," said he, "who take no pains to learn Latin like the heretics." Some years, before, in fact, when Calvin died, they were afraid of sending Montalto legate to Geneva, lest he should set up an independent sect. But though, besides all his public works, he daily maintained three hundred poor out of his privy pure, at his demise the public coffers were left fuller than they had been by any christian sovereign: "And this," says he, "might any man do, who set his face against vice, the great devourer of money, time, and fame." His only sister, Camilla, was called into notice, her children were brought forward on every occasion, and nothing pleased him more than attentions to them. Yet although Philip II. sent jewels of enormous value to his niece, when she espoused the young Colonna, nothing could cure his hatred of the Spaniards; and when bigotted Olivarez, their ambassador, expressed his affliction that his Holiness had permitted a translation of Holy Writ; the Pope sitting profoundly silent, Olivarez observed it, and asked, "what employed his mind so, and kept it from attending?"- I was just thinking, Sir,” replied Sextus, "which of these windows

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maids, and lived at the foot of Monte Alto, where that extraordinary son was born to them on the day Charles V. was crowned emperor. "We set out together," said Sextus V. often; "but fortune set me to keep pigs, when I wanted to be driving more rational, though not less obstinate animals." The truth was, Tarli, the famous preacher, going to a wedding in that neighbourhood one day, saw this lad keep on crying while every one else seemed happy, "What dost cry for so, child?" says Tarli, "tell me."-" I cry," replies little Peretti, because God gave me a heart to be a great man, and I am but a poor boy.' '-"Wilt thou study and be good, and learn to be a great man?" says the preacher." Yes, that I will, and keep pigs no more, but turn friar."-" Friars are always poor, my child," answered Tarli; "" those who despise poverty must not be friars.”—“ Well! I'll go through poverty then," replies the lad, " you go through purgatory-but I'll come out a great man."-" And so thou wilt, I am sure," -exclaims the ecclesiastic, turning to his companion Selleri, who laughed, but said, "Show us the road to such a town, child, and don't cry any more." The boy ran before them without shoes, nor could threats or persuasion drive him back from their convent, where they clothed and taught him; till such were his acquirements, and such his proficiency, that the superiors counted him a prodigy of early science, and his protector Tarli, on his death-bed, pressed his hand, saying, "I grieve, dear Fælix, I can live no longer to witness your felicity and fame. You will be Pope, I'm sure you will." "And from that day," says Sextus, "I resolved on't." When settled in the seat he was born for, he relaxed not from study, nor stained his character with vice or folly; but in five years contributed, says Zunmerman, more to the embel

lishment of modern Rome than Augustus Cæsar did to ancient Rome in forty. The immense hospital, the four fine obelisks, the water-work, where he employed four thousand workmen, the improvements in the library, the statues of St. Peter and St. Paul, placed upon Antonine's and Trajan's pillar, evince his muniacent spirit. The distribution of his time alone can account for the vast works that he performed. Five hours he allotted then, to literature, seven to the cares of state, two to his private devotions, four to convivial recreation and society—the rest to sleep. When some of his counsellors grieved to see the Bible translated into Latin- Oh, it will save those noble souls," said he, "who take no pains to learn Latin like the heretics." Some years, before, in fact, when Calvin died, they were afraid of sending Montalto legate to Geneva, lest he should set up an independent sect. But though, besides all his public works, he daily maintained three hundred poor out of his privy pure, at his demise the public coffers were left fuller than they had been by any christian sovereign: "And this," says he, "might any man do, who set his face against vice, the great devourer of money, time, and fame." His only sister, Camilla, was called into notice, her children were brought forward on every occasion, and nothing pleased him more than attentions to them. Yet although Philip II. sent jewels of enormous value to his niece, when she espoused the young Colonna, nothing could cure his hatred of the Spaniards; and when bigotted Olivarez, their ambassador, expressed his affliction that his Holiness had permitted a translation of Holy Writ; the Pope sitting profoundly silent, Olivarez observed it, and asked, "what employed his mind so, and kept it from attending?"- I was just thinking, Sir," replied Sextus, "which of these windows

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