Below it, first were gardens set with flowers,
In beds of many shape and quaint device,
So very sweet they filled the air with scents; [oaks
Beyond, the ground was steep and rough; dwarf
Spring on the sides, but all the nobler growth
Of those proud trees was seen in yon dark wood,
Its world of leaves blent with the distant sky,
And sheltering a green park, where the smooth
Was fitting herbage for the gentle fawn, [grass
Which sported by its mother's spotted side,
And some so white that in the moon they shone
Like silver. In the midst, a diamond sheet
Of clear bright water spread, and on its breast
There was a group of swans; and there was one,
Laid on a little island which the leaves
Of the waterflag had made; and suddenly
A sound of music rose, and leaf and flower
Seemed hushed to hear the sweet and solemn
hymn

Sung by the dying swan. And then the two
Upon the terrace, who as yet had looked
But in each other's eyes, turned to the lake:
It was to them, even as if their love
Had made itself a voice to breathe Farewell!-
Ceased the unearthly song, and ADELINE [said
Threw her on ARNOLD's breast, and wept, and
It was her warrior's dirge and hers-for never
Such sad sweet sounds had breathed on mortal
And yet no omen. But her ARNOLD kiss'd [ear,
Her tears away; and whispered 'twas the song
Of some kind Spirit, who would guard his love
While he was fighting for the Cross afar.
Oh, who can tell the broken-heartedness
Of parting moments!-the fond words that gush
From the full heart, and yet die in the throat,
Whose pulses are too choked for utterance;
The lingering look of eyes, half blind with tears;
The yet more lingering kiss, as if it were
The last long breath of life! Then the slow step,
Changing anon to one of hurried speed,
As that the heart doubted its own resolve!
The fixed gaze of her, who, left behind,
Watching till shadows grow reality!
And then the sudden and sick consciousness-
How desolate we are!-Oh, misery! [took
Thy watchword is, Farewell!And ARNOLD
A few sweet buds from off a myrtle tree,
And swore to ADELINE, before the spring
Had covered twice that plant with its white
flowers

He would return. With the next morning's sup
Lord ARNOLD led his vassals to the war,
And ADELINE was left to solitude-
The worst of solitude, of home and heart.
If 1 must part from those whom I have loved,
Let me, too, part from where they were beloved!
It wrings the heart to see each thing the sanie;
Tread over the same steps; and then to find
The difference in the heart. It is so sad-
So very lonely-to be the sole one
In whom there is a sign of change!
There are two words to tell the warrior's course,
Valour and Victory. But fortune changed,
And ARNOLD was a prisoner at last.
And there he lay and pined, till hope grew tired,
Even of its sweet self; and now despair
Reached its last stage, for it was grown familiar.
Change came, when there was not a thought
of change

But in his dreams. Thanks to a pitying Slave
Whom he had spared in battle, he escaped!
And over sea and land the pilgrim went.

hair

Of flowers and green boughs-ADELINE is there-A statue of St. Valerie; and a shrine,
But, woe for ARNOLD, she is not alone!-
So lovely, and so false!-There, there she sat,
Her white arm round his neck, and her fair brow
Bowed on his shoulder, while her long black
[still,
Streamed o'er his bosom-There they sat, ο
Like statues in that light; and ARNOLD thought
How often he had leant with ADELINE
In such sweet silence. But they rose to go;
And then he marked how tenderly the youth
Drew his cloak round her, lest the dew should
fall

Graven with names of those who placed it here,
Record and tribute of their happiness-
ARNOLD and ADELINE !

Upon her fragile beauty. They were gone-
And ARNOLD threw him on the turf, which still
Retained the pressure of her fairy feet-
Then started wildly from the ground, and fled
As life and death were on his speed. His towers
Were but a little distant from the sea;
And ere the morning broke, ARNOLD iras tossed
Far over the blue wave. He did not go,
As the young warrior goes, with hope and pride,
As he once went; but as a pilgrim, roamed
O'er other countries, any but his own.
At last his steps sought pleasant Italy.
It was one autumn evening that he reached
A little valley in the Apennine:
It lay amid the heights-a resting place
Of quiet and deep beauty. On one side
A forest of a thousand pines arose,
Darkened with many winters; on the left
Stood the steep crags, where, even in July,
The white snow lay, carved into curious shapes
Of turret, pinnacle, and battlement;
And in the front, the opening mountains showed
The smiling plains of grape-clad Tuscany;
And farther still was caught the sky-like sweep
Of the blue ocean. Small white cottages
And olive trees filled up the dell. But, hid
By the sole group of cypresses, whose boughs,
As the green weeping of the sea-weed, hung
Like grief or care around, a temple stood
Of purest marble, with its carved dome
And white corinthian pillars strangely wreathed
By the thick ivy leaves. In other days, here,
Some nymph or goddess had been worshipped
Whose namewas gone, even from her own shrine.
The cross stood on the altar, and above
There hung the picture of Saint Valerie:
Its pale calm beauty suited well the maid,
Who left the idol pleasures of the world
For solitude and heaven in early youthe
And ARNOLD knelt to the sweet saint, and prayed
For pity and for pardon; and his heart
Clung to the place, and thought upon repose.
He made himself a home in the same cave
Where once St. Valerie had dwelt: a rill,
That trickled from the rock above, his drink,
The mountain fruits his food. And there he
Peasants, and one or two tired pilgrims, all
That e'er disturbed his hermit solitude. [noon
Long months had passed away, when one hot
He sat beneath the cypresses, and saw
A pilgrim slowly urging up the height.
The sun was on her head, yet turned she not
To seek the shade; beside, the path was rough;
Yet there she toiled, though the green turf was
[knew
At last she reached the shrine-and ARNOLD
His ADELINE! Her slender frame was bént,
And her small feet left a red trace behind-
The blood flowed from them. And he saw her
kneel,

lived:

near.

It was a summer evening, when again
He stood before his castle, and he paused
In the excess of happiness. The sun
And heard her pray for him and his return.
Had set behind the towers, whose square heights"ADELINE! art thou true?"-One moment more
Divided the red west; and on its verge,
Her head is on his bosom, and his lips
Just where the crimson faded, was a star- Feeding on her pale cheek!-He heard it all-
The twilight star-pale, like dew turned to light. How that youth was her brother, just returned
And on he went thro' his fair park, and past From fighting with the Infidels in Spain;
The lake and its white swans; at length he came That he had gone to Palestine to seek
To his sweet garden and its thousand flowers. Some tidings of her ARNOLD; and, meanwhile,
The roses were in blossom, and the air
Herself had vowed a barefoot pilgrimage
Oppressed him with its fragrance. On a walk,To pray St. Valerie to bless the search!-
As if just fallen from some beauty's hair,
There lay a branch of myrtle-ARNOLD caught
Its leaves, and kiss'd them!-Sure, 'twas ADE-
He stood now by a little alcove, made [LINE'S!

And she indeed had blessed it!

There is that English castle once again,
With its green sweep of park and its clear lake;
And there that bower; and in its shade is placed

L. E. L.

Τελευταίος ̓Αποχαιρετίσμὸς τοῦ Κλέφτη.
Ροβόλα κάτω στόν γιαλὸν, κάτω 'σ τὸ περιγιάλι.
Be Tà XÉρia σOU KOUTIÀ, TÀ σTHON σOU TIμÓVI,
Καὶ τὸ λιγνόν σου τὸ κορμὶ, βάλε το σὰν καράβι.
Κ ̓ ἂν κάμ ̓ ὁ Θεὸς κ' ἡ Παναγιά, νὰ πλέξῃς, νὰ
περάσῃς,

Νὰ πᾷς πρὸς τὰ λιμέρια μας, δπώ 'χομεν καβούλι,
Ποῦ ψήσαμεν τὰ δυὸ τραγιὰ, τὸν Φλώραν καὶ τὸν
Τόμπραν,

*Αν σέρωτήσ ̓ ἡ συντροφιὰ τίποτε γιὰ ἐμένα,
Νὰ μὴν εἰπῇς, πως χάθηκα, πως πέθαν ̓ ὁ καϊμένος,
Móvov eine, Tavoρevbekа 'O тa ěpnuа тà §éva,
Πῆρα τὴν πλάκα πεθερὰν, την μαύρην γην γυναίκα,
Κι' αὐτὰ τὰ λιανολίθαρα όλα γυναικαδέλφια.

THE LAST ADIEUX OF THE KLEPHT.†
Away, my Son, to yonder shore,
Aud be thy boay as a boat;
Thy breast, a helm to guide thee o'er;
Thy hands, the oars to keep afloat!
And should our God and Virgin sweet
Give thee to reach the distant strand,
Where in debate our rulers meet,

And wisely guide the rising land;
And where in sacrifice of late

Flora and Tombra mildly bled,-
To those that ask thee thy sire's fate,
Oh say, oh say not that I'm dead!
Say, in a distant land. I'm wed,
And that the cold earth is my bride;
Her mother, the stone at my head;
Her kin, the pebbles at my side.
St. John's Wood.

G. L.

The simplicity of this modern Greek Song will be felt by every reader of that language; and by a translation, we have endeavoured to give an idea of it to others.

+ Greek Captain,

Names of Kids.

SCHILLER TO GÖTHE,
Who was bringing Voltaire's Mahomet on
the Stuge.

So you-(from truth and nature when we stray'd,
By systematic rules of Art betray'd)—-
Who brought us back to native taste and ease,
Within your cradle even an Hercules,
Beneath whose arm the savage serpents bled,
Who stung our Genius, venomless and dead;
You, on whose brow, while bigot rage you stem,
Fair Art has plac'd her priestly diadem;
Do you too sacrifice at this false shrine?—
Göthe, what strange idolatry is thine!!
Enlarg'd is now the Theatre's wide range,
Rhetoric flourish now is out of date; [change;
Still some new world presenting some new
Truth sits supreme, where affectation sate;
Genius presides where dance and music sway'd,
And nature's dictates are alone obey'd.
Of France the succour, then, great Bard, refuse;
[grace,
No living spirit animates her Muse.-
With us, who venerate truth's more chasten'd
A false decorum's cold, precise grimace,
Our feelings hurts, is wholly out of pluce-
France to our Drama should not give the tone,
While genuine German spirit is our own;
True German spirit, founded on the rules
Drawn from the Grecian and the British schools.
France should but come, long uninvited guest,
To make our Drama's bolder style more chaste;
To mend the manners of a rougher Age,
And sweep, Melpomene-thy rubbish off the
stage.*

* Vol. i.

p.

237.

DRAMA.

DRURY LANE.

P.

We have not made any observations of late upon the performances at this Theatre, and the reason, to those persons who have visited

it, will be sufficiently obvious. With the ex- Miss Paton, and Miss Love, have all of them
ception of a speech, about three times a week, parts in it.
from the Manager-the announcement daily
of a new piece, which was said to be delayed
on account of the Chamberlain's absence, but

66

ENGLISH OPERA.

POLITICS.

In the Burmese war, our troops, after par-
tial successes, and displaying a superiority
which must ensure ultimate victory, were
repulsed in a spirited attack on a strong for
tification. The news from Peru is conflicting:
a victory is ascribed to Bolivar.

VARIETIES.

Rossini has left London, where his stay has been far from brilliant; and his departure. was still more clouded by an arrest, but the demand was settled.

Der Freischütz, as it gradually becomes which, we verily believe, was never meant to more intelligible, is better liked by the audibe produced-the appearance of Miss Isa-ence. Braham works very hard. The Incanbella Paton, who, if she be not spoilt by the tation is now very well done; but we think a partiality of her friends, may probably be. little alteration is still wanting in the catascome a very fair actress-and Madame Cata-trophe. lani's injudicious attempt to sing Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,"-events, not any one of which appeared to us of sufficient consequence to call for a detailed account, there has been nothing done to require particularly the notice of the critic. We attended the house for the last two times on Saturday and Monday. On the former evening we saw the sterling old Farce of The Citizen most wretchedly performed: Gattie and Browne in Old and Young Philpot-" think of that Master Brook," and we are sure we shall be We have to record the death of Sharpe, the spared the relation of our sufferings!-After celebrated Engraver. He was, it may be this, however, Mr. Elliston made his appear- recollected, one of the leading followers of ance, and informed the audience, that on the Joanna Southcote; but in spite of this vafollowing Monday he should present them gary, he was one of the best artists, in the with a Masquerade upon a most elegant highest style of engraving, which this country principle," and that he "should positively has ever produced. "" to contribute to the pleaengage all London sures of the evening. On Monday, then, we attended to witness this elegant entertainment: the house was not very full before the curtain, and all London certainly was not "Sunday, Mr. Kean, accompanied by his behind it. We expected some explanation of secretary, Mr. R. Phillips, left town in his this. We thought that the thinness of the travelling carriage and four, for Holyhead; town at this season of the year might have from thence he proceeds immediately for Dubbeen turned to good account; but the Mana- lin." Announcement in the Morning Papers!!! ger, not liking probably the unqualified recep- A Correspondent mentions to us, that the tion of his Speech of Saturday, confined him-head of the Britannia in Sir W. André's moself merely to the usual topics of a Farewell nument in Westminster Abbey, which was Address-congratulations upon past success, broken off and carried away forty years ago, (especially congratulations to himself for the has recently been found in Lower Canada, Theatre's debts having been reduced in brought to England, and restored. amount,) and assurances that no exertions A Traveller! The Sunday Gazette of Minden should be wanting to amuse us for the future. gives an account of the life and death of a reTill next September, therefore, we must bid markable man, who never had any home for adien to Drury Lane, where, although we have the last forty years, had been travelling all had far too much of charlatanism and puff, over Europe, which he explored from the we have had a great deal of fine vocal talent, North Pole to the extreme South, always on and have enjoyed some good old Plays, filled foot, without any fortune; was acquainted by some excellent Comedians. with all the learned men, and was chiefly engaged in archeological researches in the Scandinavian and other languages. The name of this extraordinary person was Martin Frederick Arendt, a native of Holland; and it is uncertain whether his laborious acquisitions, which he always carried about with him, have been preserved.

HAYMARKET.

There has, it is said, been a shower of aerolites near Bologna. The largest was 12lb. in weight. The fall was preceded by a strange noise, but there was little wind.

Hydrophobia.-The Paris Journal reports another new cure for this dreadful and inwas, it is said, cured by taking a quantity of creasing malady. "A poor man of Udine vinegar given to him in a mistake for some other medicine. Count Leonissa, a physician of Padua, being informed of this cireumstance, tried the same remedy upon a patient in the hospital of that city, whom he restored to perfect health by administering to him a pound of vinegar in the morning, and a like quantity at noon and night."-Without insisting on the power of this process, after so many asserted remedies have failed, we take the opportunity of recommending to public attention at this period when so many afflicting instances of hydrophobia occur, the very simple precaution taken in Paris every year to prevent such calamities. Slight baskets to fasten on the noses of dogs, like muzzles, are sold in many shops; they are easily fixed on, do not incommode the animal, and preclude it from doing mischief. Dogs running about without this safeguard are very properly destroyed by the police.-Ed.

Puns, &c. by a Professor.

Brighton.-A punning visitor to Brighton has christened the Marine Parade "Groat Row;" because, said he, there is on one side twopence for the Pier gate, and on the other Tuppens the Library.

Improvement. In the window of a writinghand in six lessons. are presented specimens master who professes to teach an elegant of his pupils' improvement; 1st, in their original scrawl, and, 2dly, in their amended manuscript. One of these examples runs

thus:

1. "This is my writting when I come to take lessings of Mr. Crowquill."

2. This is my writing after I had taken six lessons from Mr. Crowquill."

Thus we may observe, that by improving in writing, pupils also improve in spelling by the same process of instruction.

sicians, mamma?" said a little inquisitive girl Etymology." Why are doctors called phyto her mother, who had just been visited by one of these. "Physician, (replied Mamma, who was seldom at a loss for an answer) comes from fee-seek, as the doctors ride about all day to seek fees."

POOLE's little Comedy of Married and Single is nightly gaining ground with the public. Farren's personation of Beau Shatterly is much and deservedly admired. He has, indeed, identified himself with the part, and The Metropolitan Chrysanthus, superior of henceforward they must be inseparable. the convent of St. George, situated at the Pun.-A visitor to Surgeons' Hall lately Another very agreeable piece, by the same southern extremities of Tauries, died on the remarked, when shown a number of dwarts, author, The Two Pages of Frederick the Great, 18th of February, at the age of ninety-two monsters, &c. preserved in alcohol and other has been revived with success. Many of the years. This venerable prelate retained his preparations, "Well, I never thought that characters, particularly the Frederick of Far- | faculties to the last moment. The clergy, the dead could be seen in such animal spirits.” ren, and the Theodore of Vestris, are extremely the generals, the officers of the army and The Painter.-A troublesome sitter to ———, well acted. We wish, however, we could navy, accompanied the body to the convent an eminent portrait-painter, puzzled himself prevail upon Mrs. Glover to dress a little of St. George, seventeen verstes from Se- and plagued the artist in determining whether more plainly the glaring crimson velvet bastopal, where it was deposited. Having he should be painted on panel or canvas. dress, and the Polish cap, placed just upon the been persecuted in his native country (Greece,)" But how would you have me drawn?" he apex of the head, have, with her figure, a he withdrew from it, and travelled through at last asked the irritated man of talent. On very Indicrous effect. The gravity of the house England, different parts of the East Indies, wood, Sir, (roared the latter ;) such a fellow was more than once disturbed by her appear-Japan, China, Corea, Mongol Tartary, Great as you ought to be drawn on nothing but a ance, and one of the best scenes with the old Tartary, Thibet, Arabia, Persia, and Bu- hurdle.' king very much weakened, simply on this ac- charia; and, after his long fatigues, found at count. Miss Love should never appear in length a peaceful retreat in our country, male attire, at least, by the side of Madame where he received numerous marks of the Vestris; indeed, she had better "keep her munificence of His Majesty the Emperor. We legs altogether to herself." are not informed whether Father Chrysanthus has left any manuscripts of his travels.-Rus

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choose the inn in which I am to have a fever, that, like his fowling piece when the dogs
it shall be at Dollar.
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If there is but a button to undo, or a ring to
slip off, he will often be wet through before
he cau get either effected. There is an in-
terval of fair weather: even the cloud which
is to produce the rain is not very obvious;
when, in an instant, and without a sprink-
ling, or even a harbinger drop, the whole is
let go on your head as if a bucket had been
emptied on it.

"What a piece of work is man! He certainly is, master Shakspeare. Because his pulse takes a fancy to beat 82 instead of 72, he is unable, in twelve hours, to sit up in his A TASK of greater weight than the systematic bed; and, when he gets out of it at length to reading of these four ponderous and closely enjoy the fresh air, must hold fast by the printed volumes, has not fallen to our lot wall he could have jumped over a few days since our editorial functions were so good- before. If the pulse continues rebellious, the naturedly undertaken by us for the public carpenter comes and nails him up in a box, benefit. The American Boy would be lost and all his half-finished schemes are at an "Perhaps the clouds and rain of this in calculating the number of pages, sen- end. Some one says, that if a watchmaker's cloudy and rainy region are the reason that tences, words, syllables and letters, of which productions did not go better, he would get sun dials are so common in this country; not they are composed. For ourselves we are at very little practice. However that may be, only at Kilmahog, where there are a dozen, a dead stand-still on the single question, "Is the sun never shines so warm, the flies never but wherever you go. So it is in almost all it really possible to peruse them from begin-hum such sweet music, the mossy bank never the villages; and even the solitary house, ning to end?" At any rate we can but dip for looks so green, and never does the air that has not a stone step to its door, or any our friends this week; and shall endeavour breathe such perfume, as when he first re- pretence to geometry in its walls, carries to muster more courage for future exertions. turns from the edge of the grave to smell the evidence of its mathematical knowledge Our worthy Doctor is wonderfully playful the breeze that blows from the wallflowers on its front, in the shape of a rusty gnomon, and sprightly, considering his unwieldy bulk. of Castle Campbell; or of any other castle." These incessant dials in this land of clouds, The mountain is not solid-it is, a hill of Having got well, the Doctor's next and offer some apology for the celebrated queswhipt sylabub: drollery, fun, and the most bolder attempt was to climb Ben Ledi, and tion respecting the use of the sun to the dial. portentous efforts of humour pervade these he thus facetiously goes on to the result. The policy is, however, profound: because, mighty tomes. At hazard we take the ac- "It was not for want of making the attempt, if he should miss it at Inverness, he may hit count of Callander as a specimen : ~ that I did not see whatever there is to be seen it at Callander, or elsewhere, some time beIt is (the Doctor tells ns after a digres- from the summit of Ben Ledi. I reached it, tween the verna and the autumnal equision) for the purpose of pointing out the true but in vain; and I need not conjecture and noxes. But nothing equals the ingenuity road hither, that I have thus far encroached describe, like Brydone on Etna, what I did of the artist at Glamis, who seems to have on my limits; and chiefly for the sake of not see. Did I choose thus to deceiv yes, been determined that if time escaped him on Castle Campbell; scarcely known, though I should at any rate do it with comparative one quarter, he would catch u ono other. known to exist; named, but named as if it truth, or rather falsehood; since I sat myself It would be hard indeed, if, in the revelation was an every-day sight, and passed every down on its topmost stone, whereas that per- of a year, the sun did not light upon one of day, by hundreds who are satisfied with sonage, like Eustace in other cases, only the hundred faces of this most ingenious knowing that they are near it, and with hear- ascended with the pen, and in his closet. polyedron: for he can scarcely peep through ing a few wretched puns upon its name. Heaven knows, it is difficult enough to de-a pin hole, without being caught in the act "But I ought to be silent about the pans: scribe what we have seen, without troubling by the tip of some one of the gnomons, that for the Dea of puns, if there is such a one in ourselves by attempting to look through bristle their north poles like a hedgehog all Varro's list, seemed to have pronounced a clouds as dense as a millstone, and by string-round it. judgment on me for my contempt. Certainly ing together epithets with a map before "I wish I could speak of the inns at CalDollar was a cause of dolour to me; as I was us. Yet the views ought to be fine, since lander as I have spoken of that at Dollar; condemned to lie still for a week, and won- Ben Ledi commands a very interesting va- but it is a mixed world, inns and all, and we der at what particular hour I should be riety of country. That they are so in the must take it as it comes. I mistook the golchoked with a squinancy. The throat is an direction of Stirling, I can vouch; as they den head over the door for that of Galen or awkward contrivance; because, as legisla- also are over Loch Lubnaig to the north: Hippocrates: if it is not yours, it ought to tors know, it is easily stopped up. Fortu- but, to me, it was like the vanishing of images be; for the owner is certainly more indebted nately, Dollar, or Dolour, contained no doc-in a magic lantern: like the glance of the to you than to either of these worthies, or tor. The landlady, however, was the how-lightning in a dark night; gone before I to any merits of his own, for his practice. die of the village, and came to tender her could say, it is here. I thought that I had All the varnish of this inn is insufficient to services, producing Dr. Young's certificate. known Highland rain in all its forms and varnish its defects: from the stable to the I assured her that my case was not in her mixtures and varieties; in Sky, in Mull, in kitchen, and the kitchen to the parlour, and line; but, by dint of the Napoleon practice, I Shetland, at Fort William, at Killin, on the the parlour to the bed room; wants of all was rescued from this tedious substitute for a summit of Ben Lawers, and in the depths of kinds, except of pride and negligence; and halter; and, in a week, was able to receive Glenco. But nothing like the rain on Ben of bells, which, the more you ring, the more the congratulations of all the anld wives, Ledi did I ever behold, before or since. In nobody will come. But what is this to John and young ones too, of the neighbourhood. an instant, and without warning or prepara- Macpherson's inn, to which you may go if I must agree with you, Sir Walter, that it is tion, the showers descended in one broad you please, and whither, possibly, you may an odd sex in our hours of ease: and the stream, like a cascade, from the clonds, and be compelled to go. It is a genuine specimen rest follows. Half of the whole sex of Dol-in an instant they ceased again. We have of the Maclarty species; and is indeed so lar, kind creatures, came out of their houses heard, in an ode to Molly, of counting the generic, that it will serve, as well as Tynwhen they saw the stranger gentleman crawl- drops of rain: but there were no drops here drum or any other, for a model of what this ing up the hill, like a spectre from the vaults to be counted; it was one solid sheet of kind of hostelry is and may be. of Castle Campbell, to offer him seats, and water. "When you hear Pe-ggy called, as if the milk, and what not; and when I returned "There is a peculiarity in these summer first vowel was just about to thaw, like Sir many years afterwards, to see and again to showers of the Highlands, which a Low- John Mandeville's story, and when you hear thank my obstetric hosts, I was received, not lander knows not, but will not easily forget Pe-ggy answer co-ming, you must not as one who had been a source of trouble, but when he has experienced it. If he carries an prepare to be impatient, but recollect that