reply to my harsh, unreasonable, and ungentlemanly one of the day before. We have both been playing the fool; but you are ahead of me in becoming sane. I have examined, since I got your note, more carefully the tenor of your proposition for a settlement, and it meets my views precisely. My foolish anger kept me from seeing it before. Let our mutual friend, Mr. Trueman, arrange the matter, according to the plan mentioned, and I shall most heartily acquiesce.

"Yours, &c.,

THOMAS WILLIAMS.' S. (rising from his seat.) He never wrote that letter in the world.

T. (handing him the letter.) You know his writing, I

presume.

S. (with emotion.) It's Thomas Williams' own hand, as I live! My old friend, Thomas Williams, the bestnatured fellow in the world! What a fool I have been!

Enter Williams.

W. (advancing, and extending his hand to Singleton.) · And what a fool I have been, my friend!

S. (grasping his hand.) God bless you, my dear friend! Why, what has been the matter with us both?

T. (advancing, and taking both by the hands) My young friends, I have known you long, and have always esteemed you both. This pleasant meeting and reconciliation, you perceive, is of my arrangement. Now let me give you a precept that will make friends and keep friends. It has been my motto through life, and I don't know that I have an enemy in the world. It is,-—“A

soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stit

up anger."

CORIOLANUS AND AUFIDIUS.-Shakespeare.

Cor. I plainly, Tullus, by your looks perceive
You disapprove my conduct.

Auf. I mean not to assail thee with the clamor
Of loud reproaches and the war of words;
But, pride apart, and all that can pervert
The light of steady reason, here to make
A candid, fair proposal.

Cor. Speak, I hear thee.

Auf. I need not tell thee, that I have performed
My utmost promise. Thou hast been protected;
Hast had thy amplest, most ambitious wish;
Thy wounded pride is healed, thy dear revenge
Completely sated; and to crown thy fortune,
At the same time, thy peace with Rome restored.
Thou art no more a Volscian, but a Roman :
Return, return; thy duty calls upon thee
Still to protect the city thou hast saved;
It still may be in danger from our arms;
Retire; I will take care thou may'st with safety.

Cor. With safety-Heavens! and thinkest thou Cari olanus

Will stoop to thee for safety ?—No; my safeguard
Is in myself, a bosom void of fear.-

Oh, 'tis an act of cowardice and baseness,

To seize the very time my

hands are fettered

By the strong chain of former obligation,

The safe, sure moment to insult me.—Gods!
Were I now free, as on that day I was
When at Corioli I tamed thy pride,
This had not been.

Auf. Thou speakest the truth: it had not.
Oh, for that time again! Propitious gods,
If you will bless me, grant it! Know, for that,
For that dear purpose, I have now proposed
Thou should'st return: I pray thee, Marcius, do it;
And we shall meet again on nobler terms.

Cor. Till I have cleared my honor in your council,
And proved before them all, to thy confusion,
The falsehood of thy charge; as soon in battle
I would before thee fly, and howl for mercy,
As quit the station they've assigned me here.

Auf. Thou canst not hope acquittal from the Vol scians.

Cor. I do :-Nay, more, expect their approbation, Their thanks. I will obtain them such a peace As thou durst never ask; a perfect union Of their whole nation with imperial Rome, In all her privileges, all her rights;

By the just gods, I will.-What wouldst thou more? Auf. What would I more, proud Roman? This I would

Fire the cursed forest, where these Roman wolves
Haunt and infest their nobler neighbors round them;
Extirpate from the bosom of this land

A false, perfidious people, who, beneath
The mask of freedom, are a combination

Against the liberty of human kind ;—

The genuine seed of outlaws and of robbers.

Cor. The seed of gods. 'Tis not for thee, vain

boaster,—

'Tis not for such as thou,-so often spared
By her victorious sword, to speak of Rome,
But with respect, and awful veneration.-
Whatc'er her blots, whate'er her giddy factions,
There is more virtue in one single year

Of Roman story, than your Volscian annals

Can boast through all their creeping, dark duration. Auf. I thank thy rage: This full displays the traitor. Cor. Traitor! How now?

Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.

Cor. Marcius!

Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stolen name, Coriolanus, in Corioli?

You lords, and heads of the state, perfidiously
He has betrayed your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,-
I say, your city,-to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution like
A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
Counsel of the war; but at his nurse's tears
He whined and roared away your victory;
That pages blushed at him, and men of heart
Looked wondering at each other.

Cor. Hearest thou, Mars?

Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears.

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart

Too great for what contains it.-Boy !—
Cut me to pieces, Volscians; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me.-Boy!-
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dovecot, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli;
Alone I did it :-Boy!-But let us part,
Lest my
rash hand should do a hasty deed

My cooler thought forbids.

Auf. I court

The worst thy sword can do; while thou from me
Hast nothing to expect but sore destruction;
Quit then this hostile camp; once more I tell thee.
Thou art not here one single hour in safety.
Cor. Oh, that I had thee in the field,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, thy tribe,
To use my lawful sword!-

CATO'S SENATE.Addison.

Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in council. Cæsar's approach has summoned us together, And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. How shall we treat this bold, aspiring man? Success still follows him, and backs his crimes. Pharsalia gave him Rome: Egypt has since Received his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cæsar's. Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,

And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sande

Still smoke with blood.

What course to take.

'Tis time we should decree

Our foe advances on us,