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You are not cruel, and a gentle nature
To view my son, ere I depart to death. 1st Chan. Let him come-Men, stand back, and let the child approach here, this way.
Enter MAITREYA with ROHASENA. Mai. Here we have him, boy, once more; your dear father, who was going to be murdered.
These little hands will ill suffice to sprinkle
This grace my child, when I shall be no more. (Takes of his Brahmanical cord, and puts it round his son's neck.)
1st Chan. Come, you Charudatta, come along.
2d Chan. More respect, my master-recollect; by night or day, in adversity or prosperity, worth is always the same. Come, sir, complaints are unavailing; fate holds her course, and it is not to be expected that men will honour the moon, when Rahu has hold of him.
Roha. Where do you lead my father, vile Chandala ?
Of Karavira hangs around my neck :
Dressed for the sacrifice, I meet my fate. Ist Chan. Harkye, my boy, they who are born Chandalas are not the only onese those whose crimes disgrace their birth are Chandalas too.
Rohu. Why, then, want to kill my father?
This is the truest wealth ; love equal smiles
But nature's breath, affection's holy perfume. Mai. Come now, my good fellows, let my worthy friend escape : you only want a body-mine is at your disposal.
Ist Chan. Come on; stand off; what do you throng to see? a good man who bas lost his all, and fallen into despair, like a gold bucket whose rope breaks, and it tumbles into the well.
2d Chan. Here stop, beat the drum, and proclaim the sentence. (As before.) Char. This is the heaviest pang of all; to think
Such bitter fruit attends my closing life.
Samsthanaka surveys the scene be banquet to the heart. He is dressed low from a window of his palace- like a young steer-and they are tasaying, “ I have had a most sump- king him to the south.” His solilotuous regale in the palace here; rice quy is broken by discovering that with acid sauce, and meat, and fish, his slave, who saw the murder, has and vegetables, and sweetmeats. made his escape, and he runs after The destruction of an enemy is a him towards the station. One of VOL. XXXV, NO. CCXVII.
the executioners sees him coming- of the excellent Charudatta ?" The and cries—“ Out of the way there mob take part with the slave-and
make room-here he comes like a Samsthanaka first loudly accuses mad ox, butting with the sharp horns him of being a thief and a robber, of arrogance.” He tries to cajole and then whispers in his ear to take the slave, but he won't be cajoled a bribe of jewels. The slave takes and cries savagely, “ What, sir, are the bracelet and holds it up-and you not satisfied with having mur- the murderer instantly cries outdered Vasantasena, that you must “ See the very ornament I punished now endeavour to compass the death him for stealing!
1st Chan. It is very true-and a scorched slave will set any thing on fire.
Stha. Alas, this is the curse of slavery, to be disbelieved even when we speak the truth. Worthy Charudatta, I can do no more. (Falls at his feet.) Char. Rise, thou who feelest for a good man's fall,
And com'st a virtuous friend to the afflicted,
Like thine, will profit nothing.
Hence without delay.
Obedience to our mortal will: beware
It is not thine to give, or to abandon.
Sams. Hola, did I not order you to put the boy to death along with his father ? (Charudatta expresses alarm.)
Ist Chan. We have no such orders from the Rajah-away, boy, away. (Forces off Maitreya and Rohasena.) This is the third station, beat the drum, and proclaim the sentence. (As before.)
Sams. (Apari.) The people seem to disbelieve the charge. (Aloud.) Why, Charudatta, the townsmen doubt all this : be honest ; say at once, I killed Vasantasena. (Charudatta continues silent.) Ho, Chandala, this vile sinner is dumb; make him speak; lay your cane across his back.
2d Chan. Speak, Charudatta. (Strikes him.)
Think you such lesser ills can shake my bosom?
The foul assertion that I slew my love.
1st Chan. Let us reckon. (They count.) Now, if it be my turn, I shall delay it as long as I can.
2d Chan. Why? 1st Chan, I will tell you-my father, when about to depart to heaven, said to me -Son, whenever you have a culprit to execute, proceed deliberately, never do your work in a hurry; for, perhaps, some worthy character may purchase the criminal's liberation; perhaps a son may be born to the Rajah, and a general pardon be pro
claimed-perhaps an elephant may break loose, and the prisoner escape in the confusion or perhaps a change of rulers may take place, and every one in bondage be set at large.
Sams. (Apart.) A change of rulers.
Ist Cahn. Worthy Charudatta—we but discharge our duty-the king is culpable, not we, who must obey his orders : consider-have you any thing to say ? Char. If virtue yet prevail, may she who dwells
Amongst the blest above, or breathes on earth,
Have fixed upon me-Whither do you lead me? Ist Chan. Behold the place the southern cemetery, where criminals quickly get rid of life ; see where jackalls feast upon one half of the mangled body, whilst the other yet grins ghastly on the pointed stake.
Char. Alas, my fate! (Sits down.)
Ist Chan. Worthy sir, in heaven itself the sun and moon are not free from change and suffering; how should we, poor weak mortals, hope to escape them in this lower world? One man rises but to fall, another falls to rise again, and the vesture of the carcass is at one time laid aside, and at another resumed ;-think of these things, and be firm. This is the fourth station, proclaim the sentence. (Proclamation as before.)"
But make way for the Bauddha spread, mountain-banner'd earth!”. Mendicant and the dead-alive-the Servillaka, the night-robber, insurstrangled Vasantasena! She flings gent, and patriot, appears, and cries, herself on Cbarudatta's bosom, and the executioners stand aghast. The
“ This hand hath slain the king, and on
the throne murderer absconds—but the one of
Of Palaka ascends our valiant chief, those grim personages says to the other, “Harkye, brother, we were
Resistless Aryaka, in haste anointed." ordered to put to death the mur- He joins hands with Charudatta, derer of Vasantasena-we had better and raises them to his forehead. “In then secure the Rajah's brother-in me behold the plunderer who forced law." The rescued says to his de his way into your mansion, and bore liverer
off the pledge intrusted to your care “Behold, my sweet! these emblems that
-I ask you mercy. To you who enso late
abled the Son of the Cow-herd to es. Denoted shame and death, shall now
cape from death, he gives authority proclaim
in Ujayin, along the Veni's borders, A different tale, and speak our nuptial Kusavati ;”—but another uproarjoy,
“ Bring him along-bring him along This crimson vesture be the bridegroom's -the Rajah’s vislanous brother-ingarb,
law.” Enter mob dragging along This garland be the bride's delightful Samsthanaka, with his arms tied bepresent;
hind his back. And this brisk drum shall change its mournful sounds
“Sams. Alas, alas-how I am maltreatTo cheerful tones of marriage celebra ed : bound and dragged along as if I were tion."
a restive ass, or a dog, or any brute beast.
I am beset by the enemies of the state ; Loud shouts are now heard from whom can I dy to for protection ?-yes, I a distance-and cries of “ Victory to will have recourse to him. (Approaches Vrishabhaketu, the despoiler of Charudatta.) Preserve me. (Falls at Daksha's sacrifice. Glory to the six- his feet.) faced scatterer of armies, the foe M ob. Let him alone, Charudatta; of Krauncha; victory to Aryaka, the leave him to us, we'll despatch him. subjugator of his adversaries, and Sams. O, pray, Charudatta, I am helptriumphant monarch of the wide less; I have no hope but you.
Char. Banish your terror; they that Char. An humbled foe who prostrate sue for mercy
at your feet Have nothing from their foes to dread. Solicits quarter, must not feel your sword. Ser. Hence with the wretch.
Ser, Admit the law, then give him to Drag him from Charudatta-Worthy sir, the dogs. Why spare this villain ?-Bind him, do Char. Not so. you hear,
His punishment be mercy. And cast him to the dogs ; saw him Ser. You move my wonder, but shall asunder;
be obeyed. Or hoist him on the stake; despatch, What is your pleasure ? away.
Char. Loose him, and let him go. Char. Hold, hold-may I be heard ? Ser. He is at liberty. (Unties him.) Ser. Assuredly.
Sums. Huzza !--I am again alive." Sams. Most excellent Charudatta, I Another cry-for the noble wife have flown to you for refuge-0 protect of Charudatta, with her child vainly me, spare me now; I will never seek clinging to her raiment, seeks to enter your harm any more. Mob. Kill him, kill him,-why should
the fatal fire, in spite of the entreaties such a wretch be suffered to live? (Va
of the weeping crowd. She had
heard that her husband was consantasena takes the garland off Charudat
demned to death, and desired to die ta's neck, and throws it round Samsthanaka's.)
before him, and though informed by Sams. Gentle daughter of a courtezan,
Chandanaka, the kind Captain of the have pity upon me, I will never kill you
Watch, that he was safe,“ yet who, in again : Never, never.
the agonies of despair, is susceptible Ser. Give your commands, sir, that he
of consolation or confidence ?" The may be removed, and how we shall dis.
scene in which she is beheld with pose of him?
Rohasena holding her garment, MaiChar. Will you obey in what I shall treya and Radanika with the fire enjoin?
kindled, is supposed to be an interSer. Be sure of it.
polation-but to conjecture from the Char. In truth?
style, Professor H. Wilson says it is Ser. In very truth.
still ancient, and genuinely Hindu, Char. Then for the prisoner
Charudatta embraces his wife, who Ser. Kill him
turning to Vasantasena says, “ WelChar. Set him free.
come, happy sister.” The curtain is Ser. Why so ?
about to drop on a happy ending.
Ser. Lady Vasantasena, with your worth
The king is well acquainted, and requests
To hold you as his kinswoman.
For all I see is full of care and change.
Chief of the monasteries of the Bauddhas.
For these Chandalas let them be appointed
To his own purposes, be now assigned.
Since Aryaka enjoys the sovereign sway,
Are mine once more, I have no further suit
Of a Drama in Ten Acts, full of “ Poor Gentleman” of the English character and incident, description stage-for he, if we misremember and reflection, it is perhaps not pos- not, is dressed in a suit of napless sible to give an adequate idea in one sables, and is the Impersonation of a article ; yet we cannot doubt that Whine. our analysis and extracts will be We need not say a single word read with great interest, for they more for Vasantasena. Yet we hope give many animated pictures, not of that the poor creature is not now Hindu life alone, but of human life excluded from thy sympathiesat large, wherever it breathes and Thou who art pure as a flower and burns, acts or suffers, sinks or soars. bright as a star! Alas! think what It might be made an English play. this world has made of women ! and But let it be as King Sudraka and bless God that the Christian religion Professor Horace Wilson have made has kept thee his unspotted child. it. The Translator has nobly done What if thou hadst sprung like a viohis duty; and his volumes are an let on unguarded ground, and hea. important addition to Dramatic Li. ven's dews had imbued thy leaves terature. The strong and enduring with beauty, while vilest hands were charm of this extraordinary compo- privileged to pluck them, and no sition lies in the truth of its moral pale was there between them and sentiments-in the perspicacity and vilest feet! Lovely still must thou fidelity of Conscience seeing and then have been-even like Vasantrusting in the Right. Charudatta tasena; but woe to the Flower that in is no perfect character-he had been all its loveliness is treated like a too munificent, else had he not been weed ! so destitute; but in our respect and Maitreya is worthy of being Chapity we can but gently blame the rudatta's friend. True, he is a Vi. noble prodigal. Selfishness we so duskaka-a Gracioso; but he is as hate, as to love generosity, even far as possible from a buffoon. He when through excess it becomes a has humour and good humour--good fault; and he who errs from an over- temper-good disposition-good nakind disposition, seems, in most ture, and that comes close upon moods of our mind, to deserve praise, being a good man. He does not not pardon. We forget his weak spunge on the bankrupt; but pays ness in their ingratitude who requite him for bed and board-both spare not his benefactions; and in his want in pleasantry and merriment, see a reproach. The state of society pitched to such a key as soothes meshewn in the Drama in much is lancholy thoughts, and his presence corrupt; but not rotten at the heart, has all the restlessness and animation for his virtue tells ; painful as the of sunshine dancing in a dark apartsense of his poverty is to himself, it ment. Leave but a chink, and it has not here its severest sting-it will steal in to gladden. He is a does not “ make him ridiculous ;" laughing philosopher. But believe the poor Brahman of the Hindu is it on our word, that there never was a more dignified character than the a laughing philosopher who knew