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 harshness made him carry to the gra e? 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; O, torturing recollection!-one kind word From the loved tongue which once breathed naught but kindness Of all my youthful sports! are they forgotten? - 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! Death has not now A single pang in store. Proceed! I'm ready. Mal. Ad O, stay thee, Saladin! I did not ask for life. I only wished 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, Can e'er be found a hand to do the office. Mal. Ad. O, faithful friends! [To Atten.] Thine shalt Atten. Mine? Never! The other first shall lop it from the body. Sal. They teach the Emperor his duty well. Tell them he thanks them for it. Tell them, too, 'That ere their opposition reached our ears, Saladin had forgiven Malek Adhel. Atten. O joyful news! I haste to gladden many a gallant heart, Sal. These men, the meanest in society, Call back one danger which thou hast not shared "Brother! Which thy resistless kindness hath not soothed, Mal. Ad. By these tears, I can! O, brother! from this very hour, a new, My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine forever! 44. DAMON TO THE SYRACUSANS.- John Banım. ARE all content? A nation's rights betrayed, and all content? To be a garrison for common cut-throats! With blinded eyes, and weak and broken speech, That have been grandsires; women with their children, And those old men should lift their shivering voices And palsied hands, and those affrighted mothers PART NINTH. COMIC AND SATIRICAL. • SPEECH OF SERGEANT BUZFUZ IN THE CASE OF BARDELL AGAINS? PICKWICK.-Charles Dickens. You heard from my learned friend, Gentlemen of the Jury, that this is an action for a breach of promise of marriage, in which the damages are laid at fifteen hundred pounds. The plaintiff, Gentlemen, is a widow; yes, Gentlemen, a widow. The late Mr. Bardell, some time before his death, became the father, Gentlemen, of a little boy. With this little boy, the only pledge of her departed exciseman, Mrs. Bardell shrunk from the world, and courted the retirement and tranquillity of Goswell-street; and here she placed in her front parlor-window a written placard, bearing this inscription, "Apartments furnished for a single gentleman. Inquire within." Mrs. Bardell's opinions of the opposite sex, Gentlemen, were derived from a long contemplation of the inestimable qualities of her lost husband. She had no fear, she had no distrust, all was confidence and reliance. "Mr. Bardell," said the widow, "was a man of honor,- Mr. Bardell was a man of his word, Mr. Bardell was no deceiver,- Mr. Bardell was once a single gentleman himself; to single gentlemen I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and consolation; - in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr. Bardell was, when he first won my young and untried affections; to a single gentleman, then, shall my lodgings be let." Actuated by this beautiful and touching impulse (among the best impulses of our imperfect nature, Gentlemen), the lonely and desolate widow dried her tears, furnished her first floor, caught her innocent boy to her maternal bosom, and put the bill up in her parlor-window. Did it remain there long? No. The serpent was on the watch, the train was laid, the mine was preparing, the sapper and miner was at work! Before the bill had been in the parlor-window three days, three days, Gentlemen, a being, erect upon two legs, and bearing all the outward semblance of a man, and not of a monster, knocked at the door of Mrs. Bardell's house! He inquired within; he took the lodgings and on the very next day he entered into possession of them. This man was Pickwick, Pickwick, the defendant! Of this man I will say little. The subject presents but few attractions; and I, Gentlemen, am not the man, nor are you, Gentlemer, the men, to delight in the contemplation of revolting heartlessness, and of systematic villany. I say systematic villany, Gentlemen; and when I say systematic villany, let me tell the defendant, Pickwick, if ne be in Court, as I am informed he is, that it would have been more decent in him, more becoming, if he had stopped away. Let me tell him, further, that a counsel, in his discharge of his duty, is neither to be intimidated, nor bullied, nor put down; and that any attempt to do either the one or the other will recoil on the head of the attempter, be he plaintiff or be he defendant, be his name Pickwick, or Noakes, or Stoakes, or Stiles, or Brown, or Thompson. I shall show you, Gentlemen, that for two years Pickwick continued to reside constantly, and without interruption or intermission, at Mrs. Bardell's house. I shall show you that Mrs. Bardell, during the whole of that time, waited on him, attended to his comforts, cooked his meals, looked out his linen for the washerwoman when it went abroad, darned, aired, and prepared it for wear when it came home, and, in short, enjoyed his fullest trust and confidence. I shall show you that, on many occasions, he gave half-pence, and on some occasions even sixpence, to her little boy. I shall prove to you, that on one occasion, when he returned from the country, he distinctly and in terms offered her marriage: previously, however, taking special care that there should be no witnesses to their solemn contract; and I am in a situation to prove to you, on the testimony of three of his own friends, most unwilling witnesses, Gentlemen,—most unwilling wit nesses, - that on that morning he was discovered by them holding the plaintiff in his arms, and soothing her agitation by his caresses and endearments. - And now, Gentlemen, but one word more. Two letters have passed between these parties, letters that must be viewed with a cautious and suspicious eye, letters that were evidently intended, at the time, by Pickwick, to mislead and delude any third parties into whose hands they might fall. Let me read the first: "Garraway's, twelve o'clock. Dear Mrs. B.-Chops and Tomato sauce. Yours, Pickwick." Gentlemen, what does this mean? Chops and Tomato sauce! Yours, Pickwick! Chops! Gracious Heavens! And Tomato sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these? The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious. "Dear Mrs. B., I shall not be at home to-morrow. Slow coach." And then follows this very remarkable expression,-"Don't trouble yourself about the warming-pan." The warming-pan! Why, Gentlemen, who does trouble himself about a warming-pan? Why is Mrs. Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warming-pan, unless (as is no doubt the case) it is a mere cover for hidden fire-a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence, artfully contrived by Pickwick with a view to his contempla d desertion? And what does this allu sion to the slow coach mean For aught I know, it may be a reference |