Encroach upon their rights and privileges.
We sow the seed, and they the growth determine.”
“Il y a,” in the words of a masterly French moralist, “je ne sais quelle force cachée, a dit Lucrèce (ce que d’autres avec Bossuet nommeront Providence), qui semble se plaire à briser les choses humaines, à faire manquer d’un coup l’appereil établi de la puissance, et à déjouer la pièce, juste au moment ou elle promettait de mieux aller.” O fate of fools! exclaims Zara, in the “Mourning Bride,”—“officious in contriving; in executing, puzzled, lame, and lost;” a rebuke which Selim deprecates in his reply:—
“Prescience is Heaven’s alone, not given to man.
If I have failed in what, as being man,
I needs must fail, impute not as a crime
My nature’s want.”
So with the resolute undertaking of Argantes, in Tasso, to slay Tancred, the slayer of his betrothed; all the people applauding his resolve, and rejoicing in the assurance that this—
“... boaster stout