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GENERAL LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 561 Ye winds that my warm sighs meet on their way Sweet path that suits my mournful wanderings well Hills once beloved that now of sorrow tell Where love still calls and as wont obey In all these objects well-known forms see While alas how changed my life once bright Is now source of painful endless toil Here from this path once trod by her and me Her naked spirit took its heavenward flight Its lovely tenement to earth spoil In the account which Plato gives us of the conversation and behaviour of Socrates the morning he was to die he tells the following citcumstance -When Socrates' fetters were knocked off as was usual to be done on the day that the condemned person was to be executed being seated in the midst of his disciples and laying one of his legs over the other in very unconcerned posture lie began to rub it where it had been galled by the iron and whether it was to show the indifference with which he entertained the thoughts of his approaching death or after his usual manner to take ever occasion of philosophising upon some useful subject he observed the pleasure of that sen- sation which now arose in those very parts of his leg that just before had been so much pained by tbe fetter Upon this he reflected upon the nature of pleasure and pain in general and how constantly they succeed one another To this he added that if man of good genius for fable were to represent the nature of pleasure and pain in that way of writing he would probably join them together after such manner that it would be impossible for the one to come into any place without being followed by the other -Addison VI -Jfov &vtth Wmi Let it be so -Thy truth then be thy dower For by the sacred radiance of the sun Ν Ν