Integrity that constitutes a man, He hath not left behind him! There's that smile, [With a proud and conscious interrogatory. King. One, whom I confess Of high and many virtues. Eva. Is that all? I will help your memory, and tell you, first, [King starts. Ha! do you start, my lord? On Milan's plain He fought beside you, and when he beheld A sword thrust at your bosom, rushed-it pierced him. He perished to preserve you !—[Rushes to the Statue.]— Although no heart doth beat within that breast, No blood is in his veins, let me enclasp thee, And feel thee at my bosom.-Now, Sir, I am ready- Ay, take me from this neck of senseless stone, And to reward the father with the meet And wonted recompense that princes give Make me as foul as bloated pestilence, As black as the darkest midnight, and as vile Eva. Approach, my lord! Come, in the midst of all mine ancestry, Come, and unloose me from my father's arms- King. Thou hast wrought A miracle upon thy prince's heart, And lifted up a vestal lamp, to show My soul its own deformity-my guilt! Eva. [Disengaging herself from the Statue.] Ha! have you got a soul?—have you yet left, Prince as you are, one relic of a man? Have you a soul?-He trembles-he relents- O Heaven, he weeps! my sovereign, my liege! I call upon thee! [Turning, she perceives Colonna advancing from among the Statues. There he is my brother! Col. Let me behold thee, Let me compress thee here!-O my dear sister! A thousand times mine own!-I glory in thee, More than in all the heroes of my name ! I overheard your converse, and methought It was a blessed spirit that had ta'en Thy heavenly form, to show the wondering world Eva. Colonna, There is your king! Col. Thou hast made him so again! Thy virtue hath recrowned him—and I kneel His faithful subject here! King. Arise, Colonna ! You take the attitude that more befits The man who would have wronged you, but whose heart Was by a seraph called again to Heaven! Forgive me! Col. Yes, with all my soul I do! James Haynes. CONSCIENCE; OR, THE BRIDAL NIGHT. LORENZO, a ruined Venetian, marries ELMIRA, Daughter of his deadliest Enemy, and the Niece of one to whose Death he, in secret, had been a Party. LORENZO describes to his Friend JULIO the stings of Conscience, and the fears accompanying the Bridal Night. Of dying; but pity bids me live! Julio. Yes, live, and still be happy, Lor. Never, Julio; Never again even at my bridal hour Thou sawest Detection, like a witch, look on Conjuring the stars. Hark! was not that a noise? Jul. No; all is still. Lor. Have none approached us? Jul. None. Lor. Then 'twas my fancy. Every passing hour Is crowded with a thousand whisperers; The night has lost its silence, and the stars Jul. The shadows of our sleep should fly with sleep; Nor hang their sickness on the memory. Lor. Methought the dead man, rising from his tomb, Frowned over me. Elmira, at my side, Stretched her fond arms to shield me from his wrath, To clasp my wife; but she was pale, and cold, And on her limbs the clothing of the grave, With here and there a worm, hung heavily. I tried the blow; but, all my senses shaken Bryan Waller Proctor (Barry Cornwall). MIRANDOLA. A doting Husband's Love. DUKE MIRANDOLA, DUCHESS ISIDORA. dear peerless wife! Duke. My own sweet love! Oh! my As I do? Can-but no, no; The business of the dukedom soon will cease. I speak the truth, by Dian. Even now |