SOB. Stop, stop, Mr. O'Mulligan, or you will surely prove you have a little of the Irish blood in you yet. And now, gentlemen, one word before we separate. The young man who neglects his studies, prematurely to engage in the great struggle for wealth and political distinction, has taken the surest course to defeat his own object. For discipline of mind is a powerful auxiliary in either of these pursuits, beside being of great value for other and nobler purposes. Whoever expects to go through the world without a knowledge of books, must either expect to labor all his life at a disadvantage, or expect miracles. And the parent that fails to give his children an education, either from not sending them to school with suitable books, punctually and regularly, or from not watching their progress while there, deserves in his old age to find his house left unto him desolate, and to be ill-treated by those unfortunate children whom he has wronged and cheated out of what they might justly claim as their right, a good education. CAIN, ANCIENT AND MODERN.-ELLEN MURRAY. I.-Cain, alone. Abel lying on the ground. CAIN. What's this! the red blood stops! he's growing cold! I'll cover him (covering body). Father will think he sleeps. I am afraid. This hidden, dreadful thing,— Is this my brother? ADAM. My father, where the young man may be now? And was so merry with them. Now thy face CAIN. Perhaps to find the tree, my mother Eve, LAIN (alone). I am afraid, so horribly afraid! Where is my brother! But I do not know. I will escape into the deepest shades No; I will travel to the long world's end, Lest any seeing me should say, "There's Cain, His brother's murderer; kill him! strike him down!" II.—Groups of men about a whiskey store. Covered figure on a bier. WHISKEY-SEller. What is the matter here? FIRST MAN. The man is dead. Dead! why he laughed and talked with me last night. SECOND MAN. We know it. Add,-he drank with me last night. WHISKEY-SELLER. What's that? What harm is that? THIRD MAN. Well, only this,The man has died of drink. He fell face down, His lips within a puddle in the road, And had not sense to lift his head again. WHISKEY-SELLER. I ask, what's that to me? SECOND MAN. Who sold him drink? FIRST MAN. He bought it at that corner, of this man. SECOND MAN. Here is the dead man's father; stand between. FATHER. Good neighbors, have you seen my son to-day? LITTLE CHILD. Where is our father? WHISKEY-SELLER. Sir, where is my boy? Am I the keeper of your boy? Please, please tell us where. Get out of this. Why should you ask me? Am I your father's keeper? THIRD MAN (taking the father's arm, and leading him and the child out). Come away. FOURTH MAN. Thou art the keeper of thy brother man, Thy doom is branded on thy guilty brow, As once on Cain's. WHISKEY-SELLER. Now just be kind enough To clear my store of all this fol-de-rol. We leave thee to thy conscience. They bear off the body. The rum-seller's wife, with averted face, comes in and throws herself into a chair. WHISKEY-SELLER. Mary! why! MARY. Oh! I saw his face, The dead, stern face; the wind blew back the cloak,- Do you remember how he smiled and talked, And once refused the glass of wine you poured? [Sobs. WHISKEY-SELLER. Is not May crying? NURSE. Yes, in a minute. There, Mary, that will do. [Nurse and child enter. Get her quiet, nurse. She only heard the drunkard's little girl Scream wildly when she saw her father's face- MARY (earnestly). I dreamed I saw a picture wild and drear,— Fleeing forever: never finding rest. The woman's face was hidden in her hands; Wrote "Cain" upon his forehead. Then it seemed The face grew yours, and, with a cry, I woke ! WHISKEY-SELLER. Now, really, Mary, are you such a goose? I wish you just would mind your house and child, And leave my business to my wiser care. There, go to May; I hear her cry again. Cain, she said. [Goes out. Cain killed his brother. What's this man to me? I did not make him drink. I think I'll try Some other business. Preachers used to say COSTUMES. GODDESS-A crown, and handsomest dress available, with long flowing skirts. DAWN-Blue skirt, white waist, white overskirt looped with streamers of yellow tarletan; veil of pink tarletan caught up with a silver star; a silver arrow on one shoulder. DAY-Blue dress with gilt trimmings. TWILIGHT- Very pale blue or gray dress, with a streamer of pink tarletan over one shoulder and under the other; white tarletan veil caught up with a crescent. NIGHT-Black tarletan dress sprinkled with gilt stars; bandeau of stars around the head. SEA-Green tarletan dress with festoons of white; spangled white veil; corals and pearls. FOREST-Dark-green dress trimmed with autumn leaves, or flowers, or knots of bright ribbons. FLOWERS-White dress trimmed with garlands of flowers; flowers on the hair, and a wreath hung on one arm. CHILD-White dress, not ornamented. GODDESS (standing on a low pedestal). O Spirits of the Beautiful, Where have ye fled away? Come back to grace my royal court, Spirits enter and arrange themselves on both sides of the Goddess, ALL. G. DAWN. so as to form a semi-circle. O Goddess of the Beautiful, We hear thee, and obey; We come with light, and bloom, and song, To grace thy court to-day. Ye faithful spirits, hear my word: Speak, Spirits of the Beautiful! Then mine is the scepter, fair Goddess, That flushes and brightens the eastern sky, And scatters the shadows of night. The glory that welcomes the sun; My beauty steals over the world like a spell, G. Nay, for the world would be weary of thee, DAY. I may come to claim the scepter, With my warmth and golden light; G. Nay, for brain and limb would tired grow, TWILIGHT. Soft is my light,-o'er the weary world |