CHAPTER V.
"Oh! it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder—nothing but thimder.
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Oh! but man, proud man,
(Drest in a little brief authority;
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence), like an angry ape,
Flays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven
As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal."
ON the first discovery of the Gold Fields, the colony, till then in an infant state, grew so greatly into note and importance from the immense influx of emigrants rushing to the new-found El Dorado, that with all justice it may be said to have overgrown itself, and had not the means within its grasp to check either the disorders likely to arise from such a mixed community of adventurous spirits flocking to its shores, or to place within bounds those whom,
