To grasp this throne and sceptre? Power is like Why do I seek that which but brings me care? ACT II.-SCENE III. A bower in the palace-garden of MAGNENTIUS. LUCIA alone. Luc. Why lingers he? I fear me ill betides! Enter BRUTUS. Bru. Doth Orpheus touch his lyre in murmured tones, And breathe its sweetness through my lady's lips, That while she speaks enchantment reigns around? The Gueber never bowed unto his god Oh, beauty's brightest sun, smile on thy devotee! (Kneels.) Bru. First let my parched lips sip the honey-dew (Kisses her hand.) Luc. Why, Brutus, thou wouldst make me vain, did I Believe the pretty things which thou dost utter: But feigning is the poetry of love; Therefore are lovers so poetical! Bru. This poetry of love is life's day-spring; And till it shine existence is a blank A feverish dream a longing for the dawn, Which when it breaks, if clouds o'erspread the sky, Did not Remembrance fly unto the past, And make her nest in Memory's once bright halls. Luc. Farewell, my friend-farewell- I must away, Bru. Wilt go so soon? I scarce have heard thy voice. Thy lady will not chide thee if her heart Life was a void a winding labyrinth Of darkest paths, where shapeless phantoms lured For what is life to those who do not love— When to no beacon we can steer our bark? Thou wilt say fame- but fame 's an empty word; For envy is the venom that doth blight The fairest flowers that grow on her soil. Then give me an eternity of love; For heaven without it would possess no charms, If it exist and we too be immortal. Luc. Thou speak'st as though no future dawned for us! Bru. I spoke of heaven this I learned from thee — I know no heaven but in thy pure sweet: With thee is happiness - from thee is woe! ACT III.-SCENE VIII. Canstantius and a woman upon a battle-field, among the dead and dying Woman, behold your influence! How strong man The love of woman, which doth send its ray KATE A. DU BOSE. MR RS. DU BOSE is the eldest daughter of Rev. William Richards, of Beaufort District, S. C. She was born in a village in Oxfordshire, England, in 1828. Shortly after her birth, the family came to the United States, and settled in Georgia, but removed in a few years to their present home in Carolina. In 1848, she was married to Charles W. Du Bose, Esq., an accomplished gentleman, and lawyer of talent and ability, of Sparta, Georgia, where they still reside. Mrs. Du Bose was educated in Northern cities, but for some years. was a teacher in Georgia, her adopted home. At an early age, she gave indications of a love of letters, and had she chosen to "break the lance" with professional contestants for literary honors, she must have won distinction and an enviable fame. But as a bird sings because it must find vent for its rapture, or as the heart will overflow when too full for concealment, thus with her writings. Her productions have been given to the public from time to time, through journals and magazines, generally under the nom de plume of “Leila Cameron." Some of her best poems appeared in the "Southern Literary Gazette," published in Charleston, and edited by her brother, Rev. William C. Richards, now a resident of Providence, R. I. The “Orion Magazine,” of Georgia, was also favored with contributions from her pen, and in its columns appeared the prize poem, entitled "Wachulla," the name of a famous and wonderful fountain near Tallahassee, Florida. This poem was deservedly popular, and if the spirit of the fountain had chosen a nymph from its own charmed circle to sing the praises of "beautiful Wachulla" and its surroundings, the lay could not have gushed up from a heart more alive to its beauties and attractions than that of its talented author. In 1858, Mrs. Du Bose's first volume was published by Sheldon & Co., New York. This is a prose story for the young, entitled, “The Pastor's Household"-a story of continuous interest, displaying narrative and dramatic power. The portraiture of "Lame Jimmy," one of the prominent characters-"a meek, silent boy," with pale face, and a look of patient suffering upon his young features-is admirably drawn; and as we see him, as he bends over his desk at school, with his large eyes full of the light of intellect, poring over his books, we triumph in the truth that God sometimes gives the poor boy, in his threadbare coat, the princely endowments of mind which may win him distinction among the "world's proud honors," and crown him a king among men. As a member of a large family, all remarkable for intellectual acquirements, Mrs. Du Bose has been much favored in procuring an early and thorough cultivation. One of her brothers, Rev. William C. Richards, is not only widely known as a popular editor and writer, but is also the author of the "Shakspeare Calendar." Another brother, T. Addison Richards, of New York, the poet and artist, is the principal of the "School of Design for Women," established within the walls of Cooper Institute, New York. In her elegant home, where unpretending piety and domestic love are combined with refined and cultivated tastes, seen in all the surroundings, and where the patter of children's feet is heard, and their happy laugh echoes through its walls, Mrs. Du Bose forms the centre of attraction to a circle of friends, as well as that of home, and wears with equally charming grace the triple name of wife, mother, and author. |