and difficulties would be at an end.  From that moment his whole thoughts were directed to this object; and in one of his works he has himself given us such an account of the unconquerable zeal with which he prosecuted his experiments, as it is impossible to read without the deepest interest.  For some time he had little or nothing to expend upon the pursuit which he had so much at heart; but at last he happened to receive a considerable sum of money for a work which he had finished, and this enabled him to commence his researches.  He spent the whole of his money, however, without meeting with any success, and he was now poorer than ever.  Yet it was in vain that his wife and friends besought him to relinquish what they deemed his chimerical and ruinous project.  He borrowed more money, with which he repeated his experiments; and, when he had no more fuel wherewith to feed his furnaces, he cut down his chairs and tables for that purpose.  Still his success was inconsiderable.  He was now actually obliged to give a person, who had assisted him, part of his clothes by way of remuneration, having nothing else left; and, with his wife and children starving before his eyes, and by their appearance silently reproaching him as the cause of their sufferings, he was at heart miserable enough.  But he neither despaired, nor suffered his friends to know what he felt; persevering, in the midst of all his misery, a gay demeanour, and losing no opportunity of renewing his pursuit of the object which he all the while felt confident he should one day accomplish.  And at last, after sixteen years of persevering exertion, his efforts were crowned with complete success, and his fortune was made.  Palissy was, in all respects, one of the most extraordinary men of his time; in his moral character displaying a high-mindedness and commanding energy altogether in harmony with the reach and originality of conception by which his understanding was distinguished.  Although a Protestant, he had escaped, through the royal favour, from the massacre of St. Bartholomew; but, having been soon after shut up in the Bastille, he was visited in his prison by the king, who told him, that if he did not comply with the established religion, he should be forced, however unwillingly, to leave him in the hands of his enemies.  ‘Forced!’ replied Palissy, ’This is not to speak like a king; but they who force you cannot force me; I can die!’ He never regained his liberty, but ended his life in the Bastille, in the ninetieth year of his age.”

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OLD POETS.

LOVE.

  What thing is Love, which naught can countervail? 
    Naught save itself, ev’n such a thing is Love. 
  And worldly wealth in worth as far doth fail,
    As lowest earth doth yield to heav’n above. 
  Divine is love, and scorneth worldly pelf,
  And can be bought with nothing but with self.