tered my liberty, I was paying full value for my goods, be sides a swinging overcharge for the fashion of the make. Flor. Tush, man! 'tis not by form or feature I compute my prize. Geraldine's mind, not her beauty, is the magnet of my love. (Exeunt) V. FROM ALI PACHA.--Payne. ZENOCLES, disguised—TALATHON. Talathon. Now, stranger, what would you with me? Zenocles. Tal. Whence this mystery? Who art thou? Zeno. (Discovering himself.) Zenocles. Zeno. Anguish has worn my features. Ten years of suffering work awful changes. Do you still doubt? Tal. The savior of my life Zeno. Now comes to save your honor., A Suliot chief, the ambassador Zeno. That character is a stratagem; 'twas assumed but to open these gates, and enable me to converse with Talathon. Tal. And what do you expect from Talathon? Zeno. Mark me! You are not the only Greek, who, spell-bound by the genius of Ali Thebelen, is become the accomplice of his crimes. But a new glory awaits you—the glory of effacing the stain which soils your name, by the destruction of your country's tyrant. Tal. Shall the chief of Ali's warriors betray him in adversity? Zeno. Have you not already betrayed your country in adversity, by joining Ali? Is it only towards Greece, that her sons think perjury no crime? Oh, men! men! Offspring of the soil which has sent arts and refinement through the earth; which has filled history with its first great examples; which has taught countries unborn, when it was greatest, to be free and great-Oh! men of Greece, can ye alone crouch tamely to the barbarian, and invite the yoke, while distant nations madden at the story of your wrongs, and burn to vindicate your cause! Sons of heroes star! from your lethargy! Crush the insulter of the land of glory; show the expecting world that Greece is not extinct, and give some future Homer themes for a mightier Iliad. Tal. Zenocles, your voice rouses me! I feel what I have lost, and am ready to redeem it Speak on. What is your purpose? Zeno. Ismail, trembling for the life of his father, now a captive in your charge, has made me the bearer of a treaty, which demands that Ibrahim be set free; and upon this condition grants that Ali, with his family, may depart on the seas of Epirus. But, should Ali accept the terms Tal. What then? Zeno. May he not collect fresh armies to harass Greece anew, when his wasting strength shall have had time to recover? And shall we stand by, and see him bear to a strange clime the spoils of our country, and the life which has derived its fame only from her miseries. No, I will await him with a chosen band, upon the shore. Here, in the sight of Epirus shall the spoiler's blood bathe the soil he has made desolate! Our long humbled land shall rise up once more a nation, and heaven-topped Olympus tremble with delight, as its echoes once more awaken to the shouts of liberty! Tal. Zenocles, command me.-But stay.-Should Ali reJect the treaty, and decide to tempt, to the last, the chance of battle in the citadel Zeno. Then, Talathon, to you, and to you only can we look. The warriors of Ali, whom you command, have more than once signalized their devotion to you. You must enlist Their dread of Ismail may make them eager to earn their pardon of the foe, and their feeble attachment to Ali will soon be lost in the hope of sharing the spoils of his overthrow. them in our cause. Tal. Yanina shall be avenged! Zeno. Exult, my countrymen, exult! The hour is come. when, like your own Ulysses, ye shall cast off the weeds of slavery, and once more be masters of your homes. (Exeunt.) VI-LOST REPUTATION-FROM OTHELLO.-Shakspeare. IAGO CASSIO. Iago. What! be you hurt, lieutenant? Cass. Past all surgery. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! Cass. Reputation! reputation! reputation! Oh I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself; and what remains is bestial. My reputation! Iago, my reputation had re Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you ceived some bodily wound: there is more sense in that, than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. What, man! There are ways to recover the general again; sue to him, and he is yours. Cass. I will rather sue to be despised-Drunk! and squabble! swagger! swear! and discourse fustian with one's own shadow! Oh thou invincible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee. Devil. Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword! what had he done to you? Cass. I know not. Iago. Is it possible? Cass. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly a quarrel, but nothing wherefore: Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy. pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! Iago. Why, but you are now well enough; how came you thus recovered? Cass. It has pleased the devil Drunkenness, to give place to the devil Wrath. One imperfection shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself. Iago. Come you are too severe a moraler. As the time place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. Cass. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!-Every inordinate cup is unblessed. and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come come: good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used: exclaim no more against it ;—and, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you? Cass. I have well approved it, sir :-I drunk! Iago. You, or any man living. may be drunk some time, man? I tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general; confess yourself freely to her importune her help to put you in your place again. She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness, not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and my fortune against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. Cass. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kind ness. Cass. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me. Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant. Cass. Good night, honest Iago. VIL-FROM THE VESPERS OF PALERMO.--Mrs. Hemans. ERIBERT-ANSELMO. Anselmo. Will you not hear me?-Oh! that they who need Hourly forgiveness-they who do but live, While mercy's voice, beyond th' eternal stars, Eribert. 'Tis too late. You have a soft and moving voice, which pleads Ansel. What, die !—for words ?—for breath, which leaves no trace To sully the pure air, wherewith it blends, And is, being uttered, gone?-Why, 'twere enough Heaven's warm and sunny light!—Oh! if Eri. I am not one you deem Of those weak spirits, that timorously keep watch Of virtue for their deeds. My school hath been Where power sits crowned and armed. And, mark me, brother! To a distrustful nature it might seem Strange, that your lips thus earnestly should plead, Suspicion holds no power. And yet take note- —I have said—and they must die. Ansel. Have you no fear? Eri. Of what?-that heaven should fall? Should arm in madness. Brother! I have seen Eri. Am I then To pause, and doubt, and shrink, because a boy, Ansel. Oh! looks are no illusions, when the soul, Eri. Yes! whose name It rests with me to make a word of fear, A sound forbidden 'midst the haunts of men. Ansel. But not forgotten!-Ah! beware, beware! -Nay, look not sternly on me. There is one Of that devoted band, who yet will need Years to be ripe for death. He is a youth, A very boy, on whose unshaded cheek The spring-time glow is lingering. 'Twas but now |