【正文】 —a drunken brawl。 this is my home.Passage 11. A Summer DayOne day thirty years ago Marseilles lay in the burning blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern Francethan at any other time before or in Marseilles and about Marseilles had stared at the fervid sun,and had been stared at in return, until a staring habit had bee universal were stared out of countenance by staring white houses,staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaringwere the vines drooping under their loads of did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint universal stare made the eyes the distant blue of the Italian coast, indeed,it was a little relieved by light clouds of mistslowly rising from the evaporation of the sea,but it softened nowhere away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages,and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade,dropped beneath the stare of earth and did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts,creeping slowly towards the interior。 I am attacked by no unkindly draught。peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom , you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?Where could he hide them?If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend,but I do feel my hands are getting stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my that have gone have gone for good, those to e keep ing。and accordingly all experience has shown,that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable,than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are when a long train of abuses and usurpations,pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce themunder absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty,to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies。but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness,and they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate,to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not。they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and in the long run。and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of history of the present King of Great Britainis a history of repeated injuries and usurpations,all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.Passage 6. A Tribute to the DogThe best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and bee his son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove who are nearest and dearest to us,those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name,may bee traitors to their money that a man has he may flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of illconsidered people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with usmay be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world,the one that never deserts him,the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely,if only he may be near his master’s will kiss the hand that has no food to offer。yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush?When I get up in the morning,the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively。I can open or close a window without to such trifles as the color and device of wallpaper, I confess my indifference。so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened。 —an alarm of fire。 —a tumult。but, if I did, even so long should I have the money to pay my rent and buy my am no I to think that I should die away from England, the thought would be dreadful to in England, this is the place of my choice。 the work in wood and plaster tells of a more leisurely and a more honest age than stairs do not creak under my step。willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening。s God entitle them,a decent respect to the opinions of mankindrequires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the hold these truths to be selfevident, that all men are created equal,that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.—That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men,deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,—That whenever any Form of Government bees destructive of these ends,it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it,and to institute new Government,laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form,as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and , indeed, will dictate that Governments long establishedshould not be changed for light and transient causes。they are the objects of a am advocating, I shall illustrate and insist upon them。and hence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy,not, I repeat, from their own fault,but because their professors an