IMPERTINENCE at first is borne With heedless slight, or smiles of scorn: (1) Solomon advises us (in Prov. xxvi. 4,) not to answer a fool according to his folly, "lest thou also be like unto him:" but in the next verse tells us that we should answer him, "lest he be wise in his own conceit." Both counsels are needful, but the wise man knows the proper time to adopt either. The morning wakes, the Huntsman sounds, At once rush forth the joyful Hounds; They seek the wood with eager pace, Through bush, through brier, explore the chase. The Huntsman to the clamour flies, I owe to my superior parts." "When Puppies prate," the Huntsman cried, "They show both ignorance and pride: Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise; Thou might'st have mingled with the rest, But fools, to talking ever prone, (1) This fable is ably drawn to show the impossibility of teaching ignorance its own folly, when corroborated (as always) by self-conceit. The observation that envy is a kind of praise, is strictly true; moreover it is one concomitant of conceit, to be ever carping for praise, so that by seeking attention it attracts observation to its absurdity, which might otherwise escape censure from the powerful, or at all events the notice of the wise. "Argutos inter strepit anser olores," is the motto of every impertinent coxcomb, and in no instance, when introduced into society, does he fail to act up to it. Reiterated disappointment, the neglect which cuts the spirit like a sword, or the actual cautery of the world's scorn, together with those oppressive and continual cares, which wither in the soul all hope and energy of resistance, and render it, at length, passive beneath assault, test the difference between pride and conceit; for the latter, akin to vanity, falls speedily prostrate; the other, founded upon true self-esteem, is impregnable. Hence it has been well said, that a proud man is too proud to be vain, for vanity draws its support from the applause of the world, pride from the approbation of self, looking down with just contempt upon the fitful gusts of the "popularis aura," whose scorn or smile it neither seeks nor fears. I HATE the man who builds his name Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, (1) Juvenal's observation is: "Miserum est alienæ incumbere famæ."-Sat. viii. 76. Beauties and bards have equal pride, A Poet sought the sweets of May, 66 Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace; How happy should I prove, Might I supply that envied place With never-fading love! There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye, Involved in fragrance, burn and die. "Know, hapless flower! that thou shalt find More fragrant Roses there: I see thy withering head reclined One common fate we both must prove; "Spare your comparisons," replied (1) "For malice will with joy, the lie receive, |