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That gave my spirit strength to sweep
Adown the gult of Time !
As Adam saw her prime !
The Sun's eye had a sickly glare,
The Earth with age was wan,
Around that lonely man!
In plague and famine some !
To shores where all was dumb !
Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood,
With dauntless words and high,
As if a storm passed by,
"Tis mercy bids thee go:
That shall no longer flow.
What though beneath thee man put forth
The vassals of his will ?
For all those trophied arts
Entailed on human hearts.
Go, let oblivion's curtain fall
Upon the stage of men,
Life's tragedy again:
Of pain anew to writhe,
Like grass beneath the scythe.
Even I am weary in yon skies
To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sunless agonies,
Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of deathTheir rounded gasp and gurgling breath
To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of Darkness shall
Receive my parting ghost !
This spirit shall return to Him
Who gave its heavenly spark ;
When thou thyself art dark !
By Him recalled to breath,
And took the sting from Death!
Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up,
On Nature's awful waste,
Of grief that man shall taste-
On Earth's sepulchral clod,
HUBERT AND ARTHUR.
From SHAKSPEARE's tragedy of KING JOHN.
PRINCE ARTHUR, a Young Lad,
(King John was at once the most tyrannical and the most pusillani. mous monarch that ever disgraced the throue of England, which he had usurped: most of the authorities claiming that the throne of right belonged to young Prince Arthur, the son of Constance of Bretagne. The father being Geoffrey, the third son of Henry II. Dreading the tumult that might arise if he put the young and much loved Prince to death, John determined to have his sight destroyed, and thus vir. tually rid himself of a much feared competitor. Our extract opens with the entrance of the tools selected to carry out the cowardly King's design.
Prince Arthur should be represented by a lad of twelve or fourteen or a young lady might well take and person ato the character; as the soft, pleading tones and beseeching expression would be very suitable for a female.
Hubert should be represented much as possible, as a rough, robust, stern-looking soldier; and should speak in a bluff, off-handed manner. The contrast between the two characters make this scene highly effective.
CUSTUMES.-A very proper dress for Arthur might be made of black velvetoen-a close-fitting shape, i. e. with black tights, and shoes. Hubert and the attendants should wear dresses of dark brown cheap serge or flannel in same fashion.
Any skillful girl could make dresses in a few hours.)
A room supposed to be in the castle, enter HUBERT and two
HUBERT. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou stand Within the arras; when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, And bind the boy which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair : be heedful. Hence, and watch. 1ST ATTENDANT. I hope your warrant will bear out the
deed. Hu. Uncleanly scruples : fear not you ; look to't,
Young lad, come forth ; I have to say with thee
AR. Good morrow,
AR. As little prince (having so great a title
Hu. Indeed, I have been merrier.
HU. (aside). If I talk to him, with his innocent prato
AR. Are you sick, Hubert ? you look pale to-day.
Hu. (aside). His words do take possession of my bosom. Read here, young Arthur. (showing a paper).
(aside.) How now, foolish rheum!
AR. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
HU. Young boy, I must.
Saying, what lack you ? and, where lies your grief?
Hu. I have sworn to do it,
AR. Ah! none but in this iron age would do it.
Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with cord, irons, &c. Do as I bid you do.
AR. O! save me Hubert, save me! my eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hu. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
AR. Alas! what need you be so boisterous-rough ?
Hu. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him.
[Exeunt ATTENDANTS. AR. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart, Let him come back, that his compassion may Give life to yours.