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Frans.(Reviving.) Away! away! Touch nizing expectation; when, suddenly, methought I me not, horrible skeleton ! The dead do not rise! heard my own name pronounced. The marrow

Daniel.-Oh, heavenly powers ! bis senses wan- congealed in my bones, and my teeth chattered; der!

my life passed in review before me, and each Franz.-(Raises himself feebly.) Where am I ? quickly fieeting hour cast a fresh sin in the scale, Thou bere, Daniel ? What have I said ? Take until they were heaped on each other like a moun. Do notice of it; it was all false, be it what it may. tain; but still did the other scale, full of the blood Come, help me up; this is only an attack of gid- of atonement, outweigh them ; when, behold, there diness; because—because I - I have not slept well. came an old man, bent with grief, his arms gnawed

Daniel.--Would that Johann were here. I by the ravenous tooth of hunger. All eyes turned will call for assistance - I will fetch the doctor. fearfully from this pitiable form but mine, and I

Franz.-Stay here ; sit down by rae on this I knew him! He cut one silvery lock of hair sofa. So-thou art a discreet man-a good man: from his venerable head, and cast it in among my I will tell thee all.

sins. The scale sapk-sank into an abyss, while Daniel.-Not now; another time. Let me get the other kicked the beam, and scattered its priceyou to bed : you need rest.

less contents in the air. A voice of terror thunFranz.-No; I pray thee listen to me, and then dered in my ears— Mercy, mercy to every singer laugh at me right heartily. Methought I had given on earth, and under the earth save thou—thou, a princely banquet; my heart was full of glad- alone, art doomed !' (A pause.) But you do not ness, and I lay dozing on the lawn in the castle laugh! gardens; when suddenly - it was noon-when Daniel.--How can I ? Cold shudders creep suddenly—but laugh at me, laugh right heartily! over my frame. Dreams come from God. Daniel.-Well, suddenly

Franz.-Pshaw! pshaw! You do not mean Franz.--A tremendous clap of thunder roared that! Call me a fool -a superstitious, silly fool! in my slumbering ears ; I started tremblingly up, Do, dear Daniel, I implore you! Laugh atand behold, it appeared to me as if the whole mock at me! horizon had burst forth in one crimson blaze; and Daniel.-Dreams are warnings from God! I mountains, towns, and woods were melting, like will pray for you. wax before the fire ; while a howling hurricane Franz.-Thou liest, old man! Go, instantly; swept away earth, sea, and skies! Then arose a run-fly-fetch the chaplain to me! Bid him sound as of voices shouting through brazen trum- hasten; dost hear ?-hasten. But I tell thee thou pets— Earth give up thy dead !-give up thy dead, liest ! O Sea!' And the naked plains began to heave as Daniel.-God be merciful unto you !" (Exit). if they were in labour, and forth were cast skulls, “Fiesco; or, the Conspiracy of Genoa.”—This jawbones, ribs, arms, and legs, which straightway tragedy is so full of incident and event, that it is did unite together, and a countless swarm of living almost impossible to give a detailed account of the skeletons streamed along. I looked upwards, and plot. Robertson, in his “ History of Charles V.," behold, I stood at the foot of Mount Sinai: above relates the particulars of this conspiracy, the and around me was one dense multitude, and on events of which Schiller has dramatized, altering the summit of the mountain sat three beings on the finale. In the opening scenes we find the faming stools, before whose glance all creatures Prince Gianettino, nephew of Andreas, the old shrank trembling.

Doge of Genoa, bribing an assassin to murder Daniel.—This is sure a living picture of the day Fiesco, whom he fears and hates for his talents and of judgment!

popularity; and afterwards planning, with some Franz.-Is it not absurd nonsense ?-One of of his debauched companions, the ruin of Bertha, these three came forward ; on his hand be bore an the only child of Verrina, à noble old repubiron signet, which he held between the east and the lican. All this takes place at a grand enterwest, and said Eternal, Holy, Just, Unu tainment given by Fiesco, whom we see surrounded changeable, there is but one faith. There is by gaiety, apparently immersed in the pleasures of nothing true but Virtue! Woe, woe unto the dissipation, and Airting with Julia, the sister of the children of unbelief l' Then advanced a second, Prince ; while his wife, the gentle Leonora, weeps holding a glittering mirror, which he turned to his infidelity among her maidens; and Calcagno, wards the east and the west, exclaiming Behold a profligate courtier, who loves her, hopes so to the mirror of truth! Hypocrisy and falsehood work on her jealousy and indignation as to make stand unveiled before it !'' The assembled crowds her his. Several of the nobles try to awaken in started back in horror, as they beheld, not human Fiesco a feeling for his country's wrongs; but he features, but the faces of reptiles and beasts of answers lightly and frivolously, and they depart prey, reflected on its bright surface. The third disgusted with his levity. The Moor now attempts now arose, poising in his hand a brazen balance, his assassination, but Fiesco disarms him, learns which hung suspended between the east and west. from him who his employers are, and binds him * Approach, ye children of Adam, he cried ; • I over with threats and promises to his service. The weigh your thoughts in the scale of my anger, and conspiracy meanwhile proceeds, and all the chief your deeds do I measure in the balance of my members of it are still further exasperated by the conjustice.'

duct of the Prince Gianettino, who has come, like Daniel. Heaven have mercy upon me! a thief in the darkness of the night, and stolen from

Franz.-A ghastly paleness overspread each Bertha, with ruffian violence, the rich jewel of her countenance, and every bosom thrilled with ago-honour. Bourgognino, her lover, swears to avenge


my sight!

her wrongs, and then claiva her as his bride. The and individual portraits. Leonora too, is beautiful people, oppressed by tyranny and exactions, come in her gentle, womanly love, jealousy, and grief, to Fiesco, and urge him to espouse their cause, and in her scorn of Calcagno, and her joy at finding redress their wrongs and their country's griev- that her husband is still all her own, still the same

He replies with parables and promises, noble affectionale Fiesco to whom she had so but does not declare his opinions until his spy, the proudly given heart and hand. Nor can we refuse Moor, has put him so fully in possession of all the to sympathize with the innocent, child-like, and plans of the Prince and Doge, ihat he is enabled 10 wronged Bertha, or to rejoice over the mortificacircumvent them. Then does he throw off the tion of the vain, heartless Julia. mask of levity and love, return to the feet of his The scenes are so connected together, that it is wife, and make her ample compensation for all not easy 10 detach any without marring their the mortifications his apparent inconstancy has effect, we therefore content ourselves with one brought on ber-join himself hand and heart with extract. the band of patriots, and head the insurrection. Gianettino is slain by Bourgognino. Leonora,

Act II, Scene III. Leonora and Calcagno. whiose anxious affection will not permit her to re- The Countess Leonora has just received a visit main quietly within the walls of the palace, comes from Julia, who amuses herself by exhibiting Fiesco's forth in male attire to seek her husband, and finding presents to her, and exciting her jealousy in every Gianettino's hat and cloak, wraps herself in them, 'way-Calcagno enters as Julia goes out. in order still further to disguise herself. Fiesco encounters her in the tumult, and recognizing the Calcagno.—The Imperiale departing in such dress of the Prince, rushes forward and kills her, excitement, and you so agitated, lady ? and then summons his companions 10 behold the Leonora.-(Overpowered by emotion.) Never, tyrant slain, but starts back in fear and horror as never was such conduct heard of before! he looks on the features of his victim, and becomes Cal.Heavens and earth! Surely you are not only too certain of the reality of bis misfortune, weeping? when he encounters her attendant, wandering in Leo.-A friend of the inhuman monster ! Quit search of her lady, who describes 10 him how she was disguised. His anguish is great, but the Cal.—What inhuman monster? You terrify rapid course of events, and his own ambitious me. views, leave him but little time for its indulgence. Leo.—Of my husband-no, no, not so-of The regal power is offered to him; bis friend Ver- Fiesco. rina entreats him not to accept of it, but to unite Cal.-What mean you ? with him in endeavouring to abolish royalty, and Leo.-Oh, a mere nothing-a piece of villainy, make Genoa a free republic. Fiesco persists in of which you meu think nothing. his determination, and Verriva stabs and pushes Cal.-(Clasping her hand.) Gracious lady! him into the water as he steps on board the ducal | I know how to sympathize with virtue in distress. galley.

Leo.—(Gravely.) You are a man. Men canThis tragedy embraces great variety of character, not feel for me. many striking and pathetic situations, and a con- Cal.- I can, deeply-fully. Oh, if you only stant succession of stirring and interesting events. knew how deeply I can-can feel forIn point of style it is somewhat similar to “ the Leo.-Man, thcu liest. Thou canst affirm, but Robbers,” but the errors of that piece are all softened if it came to actions— down here, the characters are less exaggerated, the Cal.- I swear to you situations more natural, and there is a fine vein of Leo. It would be perjury-Do more--your dramatic spirit running through the whole. The oaths weary the angel who registers them. 'Oh, character of Fiesco is sketched by a masterly hand; men, men ! were your vows transformed into so but, however much we may admire it, we cannot many devils, they would be numerous enough 10 approve of his trifling so recklessly with the feelings take heaven by storm, and carry off the angels of of his wife. If his passion for Julia was, as he light as prisoners. asserts, feigned for political purposes, why not Cal.--You wander, countess. Your anger makes give Leonora some hint of it, instead of leaving her you unjust. Must the whole sex be made ana prey to doubt, jealousy, and wounded affection, swerable for the faults of one? and exposed to the solicitations of a profligate Leo.-(Looking proudly at him.) Man! I lover. Verrina is a fine model of an old repub- worshipped the whole sex in the person of one. lican soldier and noble; his grief, rage, and affec- May I not also abhor it in him ? tion, on learning how his daughierbas been Cal.—Try again, countess. You threw away outraged, are truthfully developed ; and, if we your affections the first time. I could point out cannot fully sympathize with him in that in Aexible to you where they would be well bestowed and adherence to his principles and patriotism, which valued. leads him to sacrifice his friend, rather than see Leo. You could out-lie the foul fiend himself. the power to tyrannize over his country again given I wish to hear no more. into the bands of one individual, yet we cannot Cal.—You must retract that condemnation, withhold our admiration. The weak vicious lady, ay, and this very day, in my arms. Gianettino, and his licentious colleagues ; the Leo.—(Attentively.) I pray you, speak out. noble, high-spirited Bourgognino; the subtle, wily In your arms ? Moor, first assassin and then spy-all are striking, 1. Cal. —Yes, in my arms, which are opened

receive a forsaken wife, and atone to her for the Louisa, points out to her that she has brought all veglect of others by my love.

this suffering upon her father, and having worked Leo.-(Scornfully.) Love!

on her filial affection to the utmost, promises to Cal.— Yes, I have spoken, lady—love ! Life and obtain his release immediately if she will write a death are in your words. If my passion be sinful, letter which he dictates, and swear never to reveal then may the ends of virtue and vice be united, one word of this transaction. She complies, and and heaven and hell co-operate together to form pens a note to Herr von Kalb, whom she has never my purgatory.

seen, appointing a meeting with him, and alluding Leo.-(Drawing proudly back.) This then is to previous happy hours spent together. This the key to thy sympathy, villain ! 'Thus dost thou letter is placed in Ferdinand's hands, who has had betray both friendship and love! Out of my sight an interview with Lady Milford, in which he has for ever! Detestable sex! until now I thought told her that he loves another, and implored her to ye betrayed only women; I had to learn that ye co-operate with him in endeavouring to induce his were traitors towards each other.

father to permit him to wed Louisa. Lady MilCal.—(Rises hastily and in astonishment.) the handsome major, and sending for Louisa, en

ford is not, however, inclined to do this; she admires Gracious lady?

deavours first to bribe, and then to frighten her Leo.—Ye are not content with breaking the into resigning her lover. Louisa, heart-broken as sacred seal of confidence, but must also breathe she is by the situation of her father, and the act the pestilential vapour of treachery and sin Wurm has just induced her to commit, resists on the bright mirror of virtue, and endeavour both threats and bribes with firm gentleness, to seduce an innocent woman to vice and per- but in the end freely renounces all claims on him, jury.

and quils the place. She returns home intent on Cal.—Lady, in your case it would be retaliation, self-destruction, and meets her father, who grapot perjury.

dually learns her purpose, and wins her from it. Leo.-I comprehend your vile scheme. You Ferdinand comes, inflamed by jealousy, heaps thought that my wounded affections would have reproaches upon her, which her oath prevents her induced me to listen to your suit. But (proudly) from showing the injustice of, and at length asks you knew not that the sublime misfortune of her to make him some lemonade, into which he breaking for Fiesco ennobles a woman's heart. puts poison, drinks, and gives the glass to her. Go! Fiesco's errors can never cause Calcagno to He watches her swallow it, and then informs her rise in my estimation, but humanity to fall. (Exit of what he has done. Believing herself to be hastily.)

released from her oath by the approach of death, Cal.-(Looks after her like one stunned, and Louisa tells him all, forgives bim, and dies ; be then striking his foreheud with his hands, exclaims) only survives ber long enough to reproach his Fool! fool!”

father, who seeks him there, with being the cause of all this.

“ Kabale und Liebe," or Love and Intrigue, is o The catastrophe here comes upon us unawares.

a domestic tragedy. The prince of some petty The aims of the chief characters seem too poor to state in Germany has long been attached 10 Lady lead us to expect that life will be staked upon Milford, a talented and beautiful English woman, them, and we rather anticipated a melo-dramatic but is now a bout 10 contract a marriage of policy; conclusion. One or two of the scenes possess and she, in consequence, is deemed a very desirable much pathos, and especially that in the last act, in alliance by some scheming courtiers, who foresee which 'Miller dissuades his daughter from suicide. that her infuence over her old lover will remain | The character of Louisa is very beautiful, and, but little diminished. Herr von Kalb, an elderly with a little more firmness, would be perfect ; her dandy, is one of the aspirants; and the president filial affection, her devoted womanly love, her von Walter endeavours to secure her hand for his meekness, her self.sacrificing spirit, all conspire son Ferdinand, a fiery, romantic, high-spirited to win upon our interest. Ferdinand is a fine youth, who is devotedly attached to, and fondly spirited portraiture; but a little more common beloved by, Louisa, the daughter of Miller, a poor sense, and a little less romance and heroics, would musician: Wurm, secretary to the president, a

have rendered him far more agreeable to us. The mean-spirited toady, weak, vicious, and malicious, proud, ambitious, worldly President, affords a also loves Louisa, and is avoided and disliked by striking contrast to the poor, broken-spirited_muher; in revenge, he betrays to the president the sician, whose only treasure is his child. There cause of his son's opposition to his wishes, and are some very natural touches in the commonthe latter visits Miller and his family, and threatens place Madame Miller. Lady Milford, too, with them with heavy vengeance if they dare encourage all her faults, is not deficient in womanly feeling ; the visits of his son. Ferdinand enters during this the well-spring is frozen over, not dried up, scene, and defends his beloved and her family so Výurm is a grovelling, malicious sycophant; and vehemently, that the exasperated father threatens to von Kalb occasionally amusing with his garrulity, throw old Miller and his wife into prison; and so egotism, and vanity. disgrace Louisa, that she shall become a mock and And here we must pause for the present; next bye-word, unless his son instantly promises obe month we will continue our sketches of the works dience to his will. The malicious suggestions of of this great poet, which are as numerous as they Wurm cause the president actually to imprison are interesting, and cannot with justice to him or the old man; and the secretary then proceeds to to ourselves be passed lightly over.







I saw a sweet spirit with azure wings,

Streaming along through the summer air ; Weaving a chain of the brightest things,

That ever a spirit was seen to bear. I knew that the links of that chain were made Of pure things and holy, that never could fade; And my heart leaped up, as I heard her singing, And watched her while she was daintily flinging The coils of her chain from her fairy hand, And trilling the songs of the spirit-land. I saw wherever she passed along,

The Aowers took a deeper, a lovelier hue; And the skies, as they echoed the voice of her song,

Blushed in their joy to a deeper blue; And the human spirit grew young again, Forgetting all soriow and sense of pain ; And laid itself down on a pillow of joy, To dream the bright dreams of a fairy-loved boy. All things were happy, wherever she came, Who caught but a sound of her gentle name. Who was this spirit so gentle and fair,

That came to the earth so merrily singing ; Streaming along through the summer air,

Her way through the azure so daintily winging, Who but the spirit of love was she? Twining a wreath of the flowers that be In the human soul, wherever she comes, Kindly and lovingly over our homes; Bidding all nature at heart to rejoice, In the beautiful joy of her angel voice?

My harp is hushed, and now for thine

It haih no answering tone;
Like the desolate walls of a ruined shrine,

Its happiest sounds are gone :
But the ruined shrine--deserted long-
May echo once more to the choral song;
And my harp, inspired by Friendship's glow,
May utter the strains it had wont to know.
Man's heart--that thing of change and woe-

Is like the moon-ruled main,
Whose tides have their time of ebb and flow,

And mine may flow again :
But now my heart is the sullen tide
That sleeps, tho' bright flowers are by its side;
'Tis the mountain tain, untouched, unstirred
By sweet gale's breath, or white-winged bird !
My days are now cold, dull, and dark,

My nights-ask not of them; For the coldest forge hath its smouldering spark,

And the swartest mine its gem: And I plunge 'mid the crowd, myself to shun, And the world cries, “ Look on the happy one!" Little they know of the penance I pay For the wild, wild night in the dreary day! My heart is now a vacant spot,

It hath nor weed nor flower; And its loves—tho’ they never can be forgot

Have passed their passionate hour : But ’ris said that this vacancy of soul Preludes affection's fresh control; And oh! when I think of the past, to thee It turns with youth's purest fervency ! The World -oh! 'tis full of beautiful things -

Dark night brings on bright day; The first Spring-flower from a snowdrift springs,

And verdure from decay: There's a beam to brighten the darkest wave; There's a bud to bloom on the lowliest grave; There are words to soothe e'en a heart like mine, And turn it to life again—such are thine !



Beautiful Rain! thou art come at last,

Gladdening the earth and the souls of men; The burning days are gone and past,

And Heaven hath opened its heart again. We were weary with gazing on changeless skies,

On withered flowers, and the parched-up plain ; But the clouds are cooling our aching eyes,

And we bid thee welcome, oh, beautiful Rain! The dust lay thick on the loaded leaves,

The roses that opened too soon fell fast ; The pleasant screen the woodbine weaves

Was stunted and shrunk in the eastern blast; And there was not a mist the hope to beguile

With a promise of rain in the cloudless air, And the heavens looked down with a brightened

smile, Like the look of a beauty on Love's despair. But welcome, welcome, beautiful Rain !

We trust that the days of drought are o'er; An angel of mercy hath pitied our pain,

And we feel that the heavens can weep once

LINES, (Written by Torquato Tasso, during his second

confinement by the Duke of Ferrara, in the Hospital of Santa-Anna.)

Tu che ne vai in Pindo,
Ivi pende mia cetra ad un cipresso,
Salutala in mio nome e dillo poi,
Ch'io son, dagli armi e da fortuna, oppresso.


Thou art life to the buds on their slender stems,

And life to the poet's heart and brain : Oh, gift of mercy-shower of gems!

Welcome, thrice welcome, beautiful Rain!

TRANSLATION. When thou to Pindus goest, where hangs

My harp on cypress tree, Salute, and tell it, how old age

And fortune frown on me.





“ THUNDERING TOM” AND “SNEAK- / fered Aask of wine. Not so Valerius-not so ING JACK."

Ridenta--not so, gentle reader, thy humble ser

vant. We were some little distance from the (The veritable History of a Day on Windermere. shore, and we must have presented a singular ap

Chronicled by the Captain of Thundering pearance to the natives who gazed at us thence. Tom.")

Suill at anchor, sitting calmly in the midst of a

roaring wind, we four, forming a sort of double BY MRS. PONSON BY (LATE MISS SKELTON). vis-à-vis, must have appeared to have been

playing a rubber at whist-few would have had Gentle reader, pray do not imagine that I am sharpness enough to discover or conjecture the going to introduce to your notice, under the above true reason of our stationary situation. names, two new heroes of romance, to supersede in Luncheon over, we turned our attention to the your imagination those that now reign pre-eminent. condition of the Wild Duck, and it was judged No: for aught that I can offer to the contrary, expedient 10 lessen her sails; the wind had Jack Sheppard may still be the first of all Jacks changed to the south-dead against usmand a in thine eyes; and, if you have a pet hero rejoicing heavy sea was rolling. in the cognomen of Tom, nothing that you may The Wild Duck is a graceful cutter, with low meet with in the perusal of this paper shall dis- black hull, tall, tapering mast, and snow-white turb the image of the beau ideal; for " Thundering canvas; but now the gaff-topsail must be lowTom” and “ Sneaking Jack” are boals, and not ered, the storm-foresail set, and the mainsail men.

double-reefed. All hands turned to the reefing of Once upon a time, Thundering Tom was the mainsail. Now, no one who has not tried to called the “Wild Duck;" Sneaking Jack take in reefs in the midst of a gale of wind, can was known as the “Nonpareil;" but within the bave any idea of what an operation it is. The last few days an occurrence has taken place, which sail Alaps, the boom swings violently from side to has changed these peaceful names into those more side, the sheets and balyards Hy wildly about; significant denominations by which they will every one's head is thumped, every one's eyes are henceforth be known. It happened thus:-The in danger of being knocked out; and Ridenta alWild Duck started from Rayton Bay to sail to the ways laughs, and makes others laugh so much, water-bead; the wind was S.W., and she went that twice the time is consumed in this performmerrily along, she and her cargó. Firstly, her ance when it takes place on board the Wild Duck Captain—myself

, gentle reader-took his place at than it does in any other vessel. But at last all was the helm ; next, the gay Ridenta placed his plump made snug, and Ridenta, retiring from her labours, person on the windward side of the boat; then and arranging her bonnet, which had assumed a Valerius-our good Valerius—found room for three-cornered shape during the turmoil, exclaimed himself and his long legs amid-ships ; while the with energy, “ Well, this boat should never go by sober Marianne-as was her wout-seated berself the name of the Wild Duck again; it ought to be comfortably before the mast, her back to the com- called “Thundering Tom !'” pany. Then we had cushions for all parties : we “And why, Ridenta," asked Valerius, “should had stores of cloaks, plaids, and shawls: we had it bear that denomination ?" a large family of umbrellas, varying in sizes, ex- “ Because,” replied Ridenta, " Thundering 'is tending from the youngest of parasols to the oldest the most appropriate epithet that can be applied of brown cottons. We had a basket containing a to such an uproarious vessel; and. Tom' was the good stock of edibles, and a flask of wine; and name that occurred to me at the time.” last, not least, we had food for the mind. We And though Valerius shook his head, as if not had the last number of the “Chuzzlewit,” for the acknowledging the justice of her reasoning, and gay Ridenta loved much to laugh over Mrs. Gamp; though the grave Marianne glanced towards her a we had the “ Times” for the day—Marianne look of reproval, the name bestowed by Redenta the sober was a great politician; and we had was adopted thenceforth without another observa" Ainsworth’s Magazine," for our simple-hearted, tion being made upon it. But, lo and behold, bedear Valerius gave his whole mind and spirit to the fore we had worked our way beyond the waterstory of the great Marlbrook. The wind was fair, head bay, the breeze slackened, the lake grew and without a tack we reached the water-head. calmer, and again we were all employed in un. We let go our anchor, and hailing the fisher Ro- reefing, while the storm-foresail was lowered, and binson, and receiving suitable reply, in due time the large foresail hoisted. There was less wind, his gaily-painted skiff landed us all in safety. certainly, but still the boom behaved in its ordi

So far so good; but on our return home the narily rude manner-still the huge mainsail interest and the troubles of the day commenced. flapped its heavy wings-still everybody was

Our business in Ambleside concluded, we re- thumped—still Ridenta's bonnet suffered ; and turned to the water-head, where the Wild Duck again, as the released boat sprang forward on its was riding gallantly at anchor. Robinson and his way, she exclaimed—“Ah, Thundering Tom, you skiff were again in requisition, and we resumed well deserve that name.” our places in the yacht. Our first care was the Thundering Tom played his part well : the luncheon. The decks were cleared for action; all breeze bad shifted again; it was west, and we took part in this portion of the business of the day; spun merrily along, beneath the influence of a even Marianne confessed she was hungry, though side wind. she refused, with a slight toss of the head, the of- The sober Marianne, during all these arrange

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