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Parodi-A beautiful Poem-New York Theatricals" Mose" in the French language-The Virginia Convention-Our friend, Hubard, the Artist--Tennyson and the Macready Dinner-Circular to the Former Students of the University of Virginia-Daguerreotype of Poe-Steel Engraving-Lawyers in the United States..... 250-253 NOTICES OF NEW WORKS D'Avignon's Gallery of Illustrious Americans— AGENTS. MACFARLANE & FERGUSSON, Richmond, Va. THIS WORK IS PUBLISHED IN MONTHLY NUMBERS AVERAGING SIXTY-FOUR PAGES EACH, AT FIVE DOLLARS, PER ANNUM, INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. RICHMOND, VA. MACFARLANE & FERGUSSON. PUBLISHED MONTHLY AT FIVE DOLLARS PER ANNUM―JNO. R. THOMPSON, EDITOR AND PROPrietor. ROBERT WARREN, his kinsman and enemy. Warren. Nay, wait 'till I am gone, Then use your best severity. She needs itHas no sufficient notion of her duty, And Mrs. J. Mrs. J. No, indeed! NO. 4. But you must make her wiser. I will! I've treated her too tenderly. Warren. But show her Some little glimpse of the danger in her path,Shame and starvation Mrs. J. She deserves them both. Warren. And keep my worthy cousin from her pres ence. Mrs. J. He darks these doors no more! The girl already Has orders to deny him. Warren. You've done wisely. A little time, but keep them separate, And we shall conquer her;--ay, conquer him too, RICHARD OSBORNE, an attorney and creature of Warren. For I've a little snare, within whose meshes, Be ignorant of the mischief 'till it's over, Mrs. J. That you may summon her, SCENE, first-in Philadelphia: afterwards in Mis- For we must lose no time,-I take my leave. But you shall never! I am your guardian, in the place of mother, Clarice. Ah! that were guardianship, Who, when she left her hapless child to earth, I see a nobleness that still conceals More precious to the soul, that feeds on worth, The wealth of Robert Warren? Madam-my aunt,- Will wed with Norman Maurice-as a man, Mrs. J. Never shall you wed with him, while I have When all that's precious to his stake of life Mrs. J. Ungrateful girl! And this is the return for all my bounty? But you shall not achieve your own destruction, If I can help it. This Maurice never darkens My dwelling with his shadow. He has made you Perverse and disobedient-but he shall not Thrive by your ruin. See that you prepare To marry Robert Warren. Clarice. With the grave first,— Its cold and silence, and its crawling things, Loathsome, that make us shudder but to think on, Sooner than he!-a base, unworthy creature, Who steals between his kinsman and the friend, That gave him highest trust, and held him faithful, To rob him of the treasure he most values. The reptile that keeps empire in the grave Sooner than he, shall glide into this bosom, And make it all his own. Mrs. J. Before I madden with your insolence, Maurice. Ay, madam, the most precious to the mortal! Behold in her, [pointing to Clarice,] my best apology- Its manhood in its error. Clarice, my love, [Takes her hand.] Enough! Too much, I say. Let go her hand, And leave this dwelling, sir! I'm mistress here. And shall take measures for security Against this lawless insolence. Silence, I say!-You are the mistress here;-I will obey you ;— To trouble you with mine. You now deny me Hath properly made forfeit. You behold me Her hopes no less than mine! I would have pleaded But that I know how profitless the pleading, I plead not for indulgence-will not argue That claims the right to break the orphan's heart Clarice, [aside to Maurice.] Maurice, [aside to Clarice.] wherefore need I spare, Spare her, Norman. When, if the Holy Law be not a mock, Clarice, [aside to Maurice,] Yet For my sake, Norman. Maurice, [to Mrs. J.] Yet, madam, in this freest use Which drives me hence, be merciful awhile, That kept my flow'rs in bloom; yet, ere the word, Mrs. J. What needs If that there be no courage in our hearts Maurice. Norman ? What mean you, Maurice. It hath-it hath! And arms its will with wings. Oh! read you not, Mrs. J., [approaching.] Your moment is a long one, sir. It is useless! Who chides the executioner when he suffers Maurice. What need of sorrow ever? Could earth Ere he would reach the last? But a few moments, speak, Prescribing laws to that Divinity, That still smites rock to water, we should hear, The universal voice of that one plea, That claims for man immunity from troubles And I have spoken all that my full heart Might not contain with safety. Mrs. J., [retiring up the stage.] Be it so, sir. Maurice. You hear, my Clarice. We've another moment: That make proud eyes o'erflow. Who should persuade But one, it seems, unless your resolution That flings him down the abyss, still hoards each minute Would wed thee to that subtle Robert Warren That niggard fate allows. That single minute That finds a something precious even in pain, Clarice. I'd perish first! |