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Why, let all traitors flock to thee, and learn
Now I feel
“ His solemn veil
own ! Pro.
Now, by just Heaven,
I will not plead.
Pro. We will not part in wrath !—the sternest hearts, Within their proud and guarded fatnesses,
Hide something still, round which their tendrils cling
Yet, on that summit,
No, fear thou not!
“Oh! not thus-
Let me deem
Now death has lost
Pro. Thou innocent !-Am I thy murderer then?
Thou wouldst receive our foes !—but they shall meet
Rai. Yet hear me!
No! thou'rt skill'd to make
[Going—he turns back for a moment.
I am prepared. Pro. 'Tis well.
[Erit Procida. Rai.
Men talk of torture !-Can they wreak Upon the sensitive and shrinking frame, Half the mind bears, and lives ?-My spirit feels Bewilder'd; on its powers this twilight gloom Hangs like a weight of earth. It should be morn; Why, then, perchance, a beam of Heaven's bright sun Hath pierced, ere now, the grating of my dungeon, Telling of hope and mercy!
ACRES—DAVID.....R. B. Sheridan. David. Then, by the mass, sir, I would do no such thing! ne'er a Sir Lucius O'Trigger in the kingdom should make me fight, when I wa’n’t so minded. Oons! what will the old lady say, when she hears o't?
Acres. But my honour, David, my honour! I must be very careful of my honour.
Dav. Ay, by the mass ! and I would be very careful of it, and I think in return my honour couldn't do less than to be very careful of me.
Acr. Odds blades ! David, no gentleman will ever risk the loss of his honour !
Dav. I say, then, it would but be civil in honour never to risk the loss of a gentleman. Lookye, master, this honour seems to me to be a marvellous false friend; ay, truly, a very courtier-like servant. Put the case, I was a gentleman (which, I thank my stars, no one can say of me;) well-my honour makes me quarrel with another gentleman ofmy acquaintance. So, we fight. (Pleasant enough that.) Boh! I kill him ; (the more's my luck.) Now, pray, who gets the profit of it? Why, my honour. But put the case, that he kills me! by the mass! I go to the worms, and my honour whips over to my enemy.
Acr. No, David, in that case ! odds, crowns and laurels ! your honour follows you to the grave !
Dav. Now, that's just the place where I could make a shift to do without it.
Acr. Zounds! David, you are a coward! It doesn't become my valour to listen to you. What, shall I disgrace my ancestors ? think of that, David; think what it would be to disgrace my ancestors !
Dav. Under favour, the surest way of not disgracing them is to keep as long as you can out of their company. Lookye now, master, to go them in such haste—with an ounce of lead in your brains-1 should think it might as well be let alone. Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.
Acr. But, David, now, you don't think there is such very, very, very great danger, hey ? Odds life! people often fight without any mischief done!
Dav. By the mass, I think 'tis ten to one against you. Oons! here to meet some lion-headed fellow, I warrant, with his villanous double-barrelled swords and cut-and-thrust pistols ! Oh bless us! it makes me tremble to think o't; those be such desperate bloody-minded weapons! well, i never could abide them; from a child I never could fancy them! I suppose there an't been so merciless a beast in the world as your loaded pistol !
Acr. Zounds! I wont be afraid; odds fire and fury! you sha'n't make me afraid. Here is the challenge, and I have sent for my dear friend, Jack Absolute, to carry it for me.
Dav. Ay, i' the name of mischief, let him be the messenger. For my part, I wouldn't lend a hand to it for the best horse in your stable. By the mass ! it don't look like another letter! it is, as I may say, a designing and malicious-looking letter! and I warrant smells of gunpowder, like a soldier's pouch! Oons! I wouldn't swear it mayn't
Acr. Out, you poltroon! you ha'n't the valour of a grasshopper.
Dav. Well, I say no more : 'twill be sad news, to be sure, at Clod Hall ! but I ha' done. Good bye, master.
Acr. Get along, you cowardly, dastardly, croaking raven !
EXTRACT FROM THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW.
We of America have here an advantage over our Eng. lish brethren, in that keen enthusiasm which we feel for the famous spots and abodes, that are consecrated to both alike, by the great names associated with them. To them the constant presence and familiarity of the scene blunt the edge of the feelings it excites in us, and Westminster Abbey and Stratford on Avon, awaken an enthusiasm in an American fancy, which the Englishman smiles at, as a sort of provincial rawness. Instead of assenting to those on both sides of the water, who have spoken of America as unfortunate in the want of ancient associations, as condemned to a kind of matter-of-fact, unpoetical newness of national character, we maintain that never nation, since the world began, had so rich a treasure of traditional glory. Is it nothing to be born, as it were, with the birthright of two native lands; to sail across the world of waters, and be hailed beyond it by the sound of your native tongue ? Is it nothing to find in another hemisphere the names, the customs, and the dress of your own; to be able to trace your ancestry back, not to the ranks of a semi-barbarous conqueror, or the poor mythology of vagrants and fugitives of fabulous days, but to noble, high-minded men in an age of glory, than which a brighter never dawned on the world ? Is it nothing to be able, as you set your foot on the English soil, and with a heart going back to all the proud emotions which bind you at the moment to the happy home you have left, to be able still, nevertheless, to exclaim, with more than poetical, with literal natural truth,
Salve! magna Parens Frugum, Saturnia tellus, magna, virûm! If there be any feeling, merely national, which can compare with this, it should be that which corresponds to it; the complacency, with which it were to be hoped the wise and good friends of British glory in England would regard this flourishing off-set of their own native stock ; the pride with which they should witness the progress of their language, their manners, their laws, and their literature, over regions wider than the conquests of Alexander; and that not by a forced and military imposition on a conquered land, but by fair and natural inheritance, and still more by voluntary adoption and choice; the joy, with which they should reflect, that not a note is struck at the centre of thought and opinion in the British capital, but is heard and propagated by our presses, to the valley of the Missouri; and that if the day should come in the progress of national decline, when England shall be gathered with the empires that have been, when her thousand ships shall have disappeared from