Nob. Oliver, Oliver, others are wittiest over wine, thou over blood!-cold-hearted, cruel man.

Crom. Why, dost thou verily think me so, Walter ? Perhaps thou art right in the main but he alone who fashioned me, and who sees things deeper than we do, knows that.

SECTION XL.

ETHWALD—ALWY.....Joanna Baillie.

Ethwald. WHAT peace! peace, say'st thou, with these glorious arms,

In conquest red, occasion bright'ning round us,
And smiling victory, with beck'ning hand,
Pointing to future fields of nobler strife,

With richer honours crown'd! What, on the face
Of such fair prospects draw the veil of peace!
Cold blasting peace!

Alwy. It is, indeed, a flat unpleasant tale
For a young warriour's ear: but well hast thou
Improv'd the little term of bold occasion;
Thou wert short while old Mollo's younger son,
Now art thou Mairneith's lord.

Eth. And what is Mairneith's lordship! I will own
That, to my distant view, such state appeared,

A point of fair and noble eminence;

But now-what is it now? O! it has sunk
Into a petty knoll! I am as one

Who doth attempt some lofty mountain's height,
And having gained what to the upcast eye
The summit's point appear'd, astonish'd sees
Its cloudy top, majestic and enlarged,

Towering aloft, as distant as before.

Alwy. Patience, brave Ethwald; ere thy locks are grey, Thy helmed head shall yet in battle tower,

And fair occasion shape thee fair reward.

Eth. Ere that my locks are grey! the world ere now Hath crouch'd beneath a beardless youth. But I—

I am as one who mounts to the azure sky

On the rude billow's back, soon sunk again :
Like the loud thunder of th' upbreaking cloud,
The terror of a moment. Fate perverse!

War's frowning spirit was wont till now, when roused,

To urge with whirling lash his sable steeds,
Nor slack his furious speed till the wide land
From bound to bound beneath his axle shook :
But soon as in my hand the virgin spear

Had flesh'd its ruddy point, then is he turned
Like a tired braggard to his caves of sloth.
Peace! cursed peace! Who will again unchain
The grizly dog of war?

Alvy. Mean'st thou the British prince?
Eth. (eagerly.) What say'st thou, Alwy?
Alwy. I said not aught.

Eth. Nay, marry! but thou didst !

And it has raised a thought within my mind.
The British prince releas'd, would he not prove
A dog of war, whose yell would soon be followed?
Alwy. They do indeed full hard advantage take
Of his captivity, and put upon him

Conditions suited to his hapless state,

More than his princely will.

Eth. 'Tis basely done: would that some friendly hand His prison would unbar and free the thrall!

But no, no, no! I to the king resigned him;

"Twere an unworthy deed.

Alwy. It were most difficult;

For now they keep him in a closer hold,

And bind his hands with iron.

Eth. Have they done this? I'm glad on't! O I'm glad on't!

They promised nought unworthy of a prince
To put upon him-Now my hands are free!
And, were it made of living adamant,

I will unbar his door. Difficult say'st thou !

No, this hath made it easy.

Alwy. Well, softly then; we may devise a way By which the seneschal himself will seem

The secret culprit in this act.

Eth,

No, no!

I like it not though I must work i' the dark,

I'll not in cunningly devised light

Put on my neighbour's cloak to work his ruin.
But let's to work a-pace! the storm shall rise!
My sound shall yet be heard!

Alwy. Fear not; thou shalt ere long be heard again; A dark'ning storm which shall not soon be lay'd.

Eth. Ah, thou hast touched where my life's life is cell'd! Is there a voice of prophecy within thee?

I will believe there is! my stirring soul

Leapt at thy words. Such things ere now have been:
Men oft have spoke, unweeting of themselves;

Yea, the wild winds of night have uttered words,
That have unto the list'ning ear of hope

His future greatness told, ere yet his thoughts
On any certain point had fix'd their hold,

Alwy. Thou may'st believe it: I myself, methinks,

Feel secret earnest of thy future fortune;

And please myself to think my friendly hand
May humbly serve, perhaps, to build thy greatness.

SECTION XLI.

EXTRACT FROM MR. CAMBRELENG'S SPEECH IN REPLY TO

setts.

MR. EVERETT.

I CANNOT concur with the gentleman from MassachuSo far as that gentleman would contend that wealth and talents will have dominion over poverty and ignorance under all forms of government, and that necessity, and the peace of society, may sometimes justify a departure from the liberal principles of the age, I would agree with him. So far as he would guard the constitutional rights of the south and west, and secure the peace and happiness of these regions of our country, I entirely accord with him. But the gentleman has gone too far-he has expressed opinions which ought not to escape without animadversion. I heard them with equal surprise and regret. I was astonished to hear him declare that "slavery, domestic slavery, say what men will, is a condition of life, as well as any other, to be justified by morality, religion, and international law"-and when, at the close of his opinions, he solemnly declared that this was his "confession of faith," I lamented, sincerely lamented, that

"Star-eyed Science had wandered there,

To bring us back the tidings of despair!"

lf, sir, amidst the wild visions of German philosophy, I had ever reached a conclusion like this-if, in the Aula af Gottingen, I had persuaded myself to adopt a political max

im so hostile to liberal institutions and the rights of mankind-I would have locked it up forever in the darkest chamber of my mind. Or if my zeal had been too ardent for my discretion, this, at least, should never have been the theatre of my eloquence. No, sir; if I might be permitted to borrow for a moment the gentleman's own weapons, I would say to him, that if such had been my doctrines, I would have turned my back upon my native land. Following the course of the "dark rolling Danube," and cutting. my way through the Euxine, I would have visited a well known Bazaar of Constantinople, where I would have preached my doctrines amidst the rattling chains of the wretched captives. Nay, sir, to use the gentleman's own language, I would have gone thence, and "laid my forehead on the footstool" of the Sultan-and entreated “him to set his foot on my head as a recreant citizen of a recreant Republic" then averting my eyes, I would have supplicated the Turk to "drive the steel still deeper into the bleeding heart of mangled Greece."

The gentleman from Massachusetts referred to the splendid age in which we live, as "a most interesting epoch,' as an age of "philosophy, political economy and general improvement." We were told, that "America had a new. career before her. We were invoked to move with the spirit of the times, and to accelerate the march of our country to its highest destinies. In these liberal sentiments I accord most heartily with that gentleman. I am not one disposed, consciously, from injudicious caution, unfounded apprehensions, or narrow views, to arrest the progress of improvement, or retard the march of our country towards that proud elevation which it must inevitably reach. I am not willing that the tide of improvement should roll by, and leave us on the desert strand. I would not have my country march in the rear of other nations. No, Sir; but I would wish her to move with the spirit of the age, and to reach her highest destinies, by cautiously avoiding every measure, tending, immediately or remotely, to sanction a departure from a pacific, wise, and independent policy; by legislating in the liberal spirit and on the enlightened principles of the times in which we live; and by watching this tide of improvement, lest it should roll by us, and break upon the Andes, enriching exclusively the valleys of the south.

SECTION XLII.

CATILINE-AURELIUS..... George Croly.

Aurelius. WHAT answer 's for this pile of bills, my lord?
Catiline. Who can have sent them here?

Aur.
Your creditors!
As if some demon woke them all at once,
These have been crowding on me since the morn.
Here, Caius Curtius claims the prompt discharge
Of his half million sesterces; besides

The interest on your bond, ten thousand more.
Six thousand for your Tyrian canopy ;

Here, for your Persian horses-your trireme :
Here, debt on debt. Will you discharge them now?
I'll think of it.

Cat.

Aur.

It must be now; this day! Or, by to-morrow, we shall have no home.

Cat. "Twill soon be all the same.

Aur. We are undone !

All will be well; but hear me-stay—a little;

I had intended to consult with you

On our departure-from-the city.

Aur. (indignantly and surprised.) Rome?

Cat. Even so, Aurelius! even so: we must leave Rome. Aur. Let me look on you; are you Catiline?

Cat. I know not what I am,-we must begone!

Aur. Madness! Let them take all ?

Cat. The gods will have it so !

Aur.

Seize on your house?

Cat. Seize my last sesterce! Let them have their wili.

We must endure. Ay, ransack—ruin all ;

Tear up my father's grave, tear out my heart.
The world is wide-Can we not dig or beg?

Can we not find on earth a den, and tomb?

Aur. Before I stir, they shall hew off my hands.
Cat. What's to be done?

Aur.

Now hear me, Catiline :

This day 'tis three years since there was not in Rome,

An eye, however haughty, but would sink

When I turn'd on it: when I pass'd the streets

My chariot wheel was hung on by a host

Of your chief senators; as if their

gaze