CLAUDE MELNOTTE'S APOLOGY.-BULWER. In the popular drama, "The Lady of Lyons," Claude Melnotte, who had received many indignities to his slighted love, from Pauline, was induced to marry her under the false appearance of an Italian prince. This extract represents their arrival at his humble home and the exposure of his deception. There, however, he repents his bitter revenge; makes immediate amends by restoring the lady to her parents; enters the army and gains an honorable position, after which he becomes, in fact, her husband. Thy curse would blast me less than thy forgiveness. PAULINE (laughing wildly). This is thy "palace, where the perfumed light Steals through the mist of alabaster lamps, And every air is heavy with the sighs Of orange-groves, and music from sweet lutes, I' the midst of roses!" Dost thou like the picture? In Lyons! Hast thou in thy heart one touch It cannot be! this is some horrid dream : I shall wake soon. (Touching him.) Art flesh? art man ? or but The shadows seen in sleep?-It is too real. What have I done to thee, how sinned against thee, That thou shouldst crush me thus? Pauline, by pride MELNOTTE. And a revengeful heart had power upon thee. Vain, frantic,-guilty, if thou wilt, became I thought of tales that by the winter hearth Old gossips tell,—how maidens sprung from kings Have stooped from their high sphere; how Love, like Death, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the sceptre. Thus I made my home In the soft palace of a fairy future! My father died; and I, the peasant-born, And, with such jewels as the exploring mind Of the dear starlight of thy haunting eyes! Men called me vain,-some, mad,—I heeded not; If not to win, to feel more worthy, thee! PAULINE. Has he a magic to exorcise hate? It had created-yea, the enthusiast's name, That should have been thy triumph, was thy scorn! Resembled hatred most; when thy disdain Made my whole soul a chaos-in that hour The tempters found me a revengeful tool For their revenge! Thou hadst trampled on the worm,It turned, and stung thee! CONSCIENCE AND FUTURE JUDGMENT. I sat alone with my conscience, The ghosts of forgotten actions And things that I thought had perished And the vision of life's dark record And I thought of a far-away warning, And I thought of my former thinking But sitting alone with my conscience And I wondered if there was a future And no one came to save. Then I felt that the future was present, And the present would never go by, Then I woke from my timely dreaming, And I knew the far-away warning Was a warning of yesterday. And I pray that I may not forget it In this land before the grave, That I may not cry out in the future, I have learned a solemn lesson And which, though I learned it dreaming, So I sit alone with my conscience In the place where the years increase, In the land where time shall cease. That to sit alone with my conscience THE WANTS OF MAN.-J. Q. ADAMS. "Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long." "Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song. My wants are many, and, if told, What first I want is daily bread; And canvas-backs-and wine; And all the realms of nature spread Four courses scarcely can provide My appetite to quell; With four choice cooks from France, beside, To dress my dinner well. What next I want, at princely cost, Is elegant attire; Black sable furs for winter's frost, And silks for summer's fire, And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace My bosom's front to deck, And diamond rings my hands to grace, I want (who does not want?) a wife,- To solace all the woes of life, With all my faults to love me still And as Time's car incessant runs, I want a warm and faithful friend, A friend to chide me when I'm wrong, And that my friendship prove as strong I want the seals of power and place, Charged by the people's unbought grace Nor crown nor sceptre would I ask But from my country's will, By day, by night, to ply the task, I want the voice of honest praise And to be thought in future days These are the Wants of mortal man,- And earthly bliss, a song. |