Mal. Ad. Now, Saladin, The word is given; I have nothing more Without thy love, thy honor, thy esteem, Thinkest thou, thy slumbers render quieter, Thy waking thoughts more pleasing, to reflect, The last request which e'er was his to utter, Thy harshness made him carry to the grave? Sal. Speak, then; but ask thyself if thou hast reason To look for much indulgence here. Mal. Ad. I have not! Yet will I ask for it. We part forever; This is our last farewell; the king is satisfied ; From that stern eye, one solitary tear, Oh, torturing recollection! one kind word [ness. From the loved tongue which once breathed naught but kind Still silent? Brother!-friend beloved companion Of all my youthful sports, -- are they forgotten? Strike me with deafness, make me blind, O Heaven! Smile at my agonies! nor hear that voice Pronounce my doom, which would not say one word, Look on my face, thou canst not spurn me then; Look on the once-loved face of Malek Adhel For the last time, and call him — Sal. [Seizing his hand.] Brother brother! Mal. Ad. [Breaking away.] Now call thy followers. Death has not now A single pang in store. Proceed! I'm ready. Sal. Oh, art thou ready to forgive, my brother? To pardon him who found one single error, Mal. Ad. Oh, stay thee, Saladin ! I did not ask for life, I only wished To carry thy forgiveness to the grave. Cries loudly for the blood of Malek Adhel. Pleased by my fate, to add one other leaf Sal. Thou shalt not. [Enter Attendant.] Atten. My lord, the troops, assembled by your order, Tumultuous throng the courts. The prince's death, Not one of them but vows he will not suffer. The mutes have fled, the very guards rebel; Nor think I in this city's spacious round, Mal. Ad. O faithful friends! [To Atten.] Thine shalt. The other first shall lop it from the body. Sal. They teach the emperor his duty well. That ere their opposition reached our ears, Atten. O joyful news! I haste to gladden many a gallant heart, Sal. These men, the meanest in society, The accents of affection from thy lips, Oh! these can cast aside their vowed allegiance, I, who cannot in all my memory, Call back one danger which thou hast not shared, Which thy resistless kindness hath not soothed, Or thy gay smile and converse rendered sweeter; I who have thrice in the ensanguined field, When death seemed certain, only uttered -"Brother!" And seen that form like lightning rush between Dauntless exposed to many a furious blow Oh, 't is shameful! That 't was to thee I owed the very breath Mal. Ad. By these tears, I can. O brother! from this very hour, a new, - I am all thine. Again the day of gladness or of anguish, My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine forever. LESSON C. SELECT PARAGRAPHS. 1. EFFECT OF CLIMATE ON MIND.- RANDALL. 1. The effect of climate upon the character of individuals and of communities, is known to be very important. The mind, in its present condition of existence, is dependent for its healthy and vigorous manifestation upon the degree of energy and elasticity with which the physical organs fulfill their functions. The inhabitants of the polar and equatorial regions, are subjected to the paralyzing and debilitating influences of the extremes of cold and heat; and, accordingly, we find their intellectual and moral faculties scarcely susceptible of any considerable development. 2. On the other hand, as we advance from the extremes to a more equable and temperate region, the mental incubus gradually disappears; and, in proportion to the salubrity and genial temperament of the climate, the mind in all its powers, becomes capable of expanding to a loftier and more substantial flight. Independently of the numerous illustrations which the past history and present condition of the inhabitants, occupying the various regions of the frigid, temperate, and torrid zones, afford of the principle here adverted to, its existence is a legitimate deduction from the soundest and best established theories of science and philosophy, in their application to the physical and mental constitution of our being. 2. TO THE CITIZENS OF BOSTON.-QUINCY. Our ancestors have left no Corinthian temples on our hills, no Gothic cathedrals on our plains, no proud pyramid, no storied obelisk, in our cities. But mind is there. Sagacious enterprise is there. An active, vigorous, intelligent, moral population throng our cities, and predominate in our fields; men, patient of labor, submissive to law, respectful to authority, regardful of right, faithful to liberty. These are the monuments of our ancestors. They stand immutable and immortal, in the social, moral, and intellectual condition of their descendants. They exist in the spirit which their precepts instilled, and their examples implanted. 3. THE MISSIONARY'S OBJECT.—WAYLAND. 1. Point us to the loveliest village that smiles upon a Scottish or New-England landscape, and compare it with the filthiness and brutality of a Caffrarian kraal, and we tell you that our object is, to render that Caffrarian kraal as happy and as gladsome, as that Scottish or New-England village. 2. Point us to the spot on the face of the earth, where liberty is best understood and most perfectly enjoyed, where intellect shoots forth in its richest luxuriance, where all the kindlier feelings of the heart are constantly seen in the most graceful exercise, and where the religion of the Bible is felt and enjoyed by the people in all its elevating, sanctifying, and saving power; in a word, point us to the loveliest and happiest neighborhood in the world on which we dwell, and we tell you that our object is, to render this whole earth, with all its nations, and kindreds, and tongues, and people, as happy, nay, happier than such a neighborhood. |