That which I did to save thee? Speak!-forgive! Aym. (turning from him.) Thou see'st I die for thee! She is avenged!

Rai. I am no murderer!—hear me !—turn to me ! We are parting by the grave!

[MORAIMA enters veiled, and goes up to MELECH.

Mor. Father!-O! look not sternly on thy child. I came to plead. They said thou hadst condemn'd A Christian knight to die

Mel.

Away - begone!

Hence to thy tent!

Aym. (attempting to rise.) Moraima ! — hath her

spirit come

To make death beautiful? Moraima !—speak.
Mor. It was his voice!-Aymer!

[She rushes to him, throwing aside her veil.
Аут.
Thou livest-thou livest!
I knew thou could'st not die!-Look on me still.
Thou livest!—and makest this world so full of joy—
But I depart!

Mel. (approaching her.) Moraima !—hence! is this A place for thee?

There is no place but this for me on earth! Where should I go? There is no place but this! My soul is bound to it!

Mel. (to the Guards.) Back, slaves, and look not [They retreat to the background. 'Twas for this

on her!

She droop'd to the earth.

Аут.

Moraima, fare thee well!

Think on me!-I have loved thee! I take hence
That deep love with my soul! for well I know
It must be deathless!

O! thou hast not known

Mor.
What woman's love is!
If I could die for thee!

So strong in its despair!

Aymer, Aymer, stay!
My heart is grown

Rai. (turning from them.) And all the past Forgotten!—our young days!-His last thoughts hers!

The Infidel's!

Aym. (with a violent effort turning his head round.) Thou art no murderer! Peace Between us-peace, my brother!-In our deaths We shall be join'd once more!

Rai. (holding the cross of the sword before him.)

Look yet on this! Aym. If thou hadst only told me that she lived! -But our hearts meet at last!

Moraima! save my brother.! Look on me!

[Presses the cross to his lips.

[He dies on RAIMER's arm.

Joy-there is joy in death!

Mor. Speak-speak once more!

Aymer! how is it that I call on thee,

And that thou answerest, not? Have we not loved?

Death! death!-and this is—death!

Rai.

So thou art gone,

Aymer! I never thought to weep again

But now-farewell!-Thou wert the bravest knight That e'er laid lance in rest-and thou didst wear The noblest form that ever woman's eye

Dwelt on with love; and till that fatal dream
Came o'er thee!-Aymer! Aymer!-thou wert still
The most true-hearted brother!-there thou art
Whose breast was once my shield!—I never thought
That foes should see me weep! but there thou art,
Aymer, my brother!-

Mor. (suddenly rising.) With his last, last breath He bade me save his brother!

[Falling at her father's feet. Father, spare

-spare him!

Mel.

For thy sake spare him

That slew thy father's son!-Shame to thy race!
[To the Soldiers in the background.
Soldiers! come nearer with your levell'd spears!
Yet nearer;-Gird him in!-my boy's young blood
Is on his sword.—Christian, abjure thy faith,
Or die-thine hour is come!

Rai. (turning and throwing himself on the weapons of the Soldiers.) Thou hast mine answer, Infidel!

[Calling aloud to the Knights as he falls back. Knights of France! Herman! De Foix! Du Mornay! be ye strong! Your hour will come!

Must the old war-cry. cease? [Half raising himself, and waving the Cross

triumphantly.

For the Cross-De Chatillon!

[He dies.

(The Curtain falls.)

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

FAIRY FAVOURS.

Give me but

Something whereunto I may bind my heart:
Something to love, to rest upon, to clasp
Affection's tendrils round.

WOULD'ST thou wear the gift of immortal bloom?
Would'st thou smile in scorn at the shadowy tomb?
Drink of this cup! it is richly fraught

With balm from the gardens of genii brought;
Drink, and the spoiler shall pass thee by,

When the young all scatter'd like rose leaves lie.

And would not the youth of my soul be gone,
If the loved had left me, one by one?
Take back the cup that may never bless,
The gift that would make me brotherless;
How should I live, with no kindred eye
To reflect mine immortality?

Would'st thou have empire, by sign or spell,
Over the mighty in air that dwell?

Would'st thou call the spirits of shore and steep
To fetch thee jewels from ocean's deep?
Wave but this rod, and a viewless band,
Slaves to thy will, shall around thee stand.

And would not fear, at my coming then,
Hush every voice in the homes of men?
Would not bright eyes in my presence quail?
Young cheeks with a nameless thrill turn pale ?
No gift be mine that aside would turn

The human love for whose founts I yearn!

Would'st thou then read through the hearts of those
Upon whose faith thou hast sought repose?
Wear this rich gem! it is charm'd to show
When a change comes over affection's glow;
Look on its flushing or fading hue,

And learn if the trusted be false or true!

Keep, keep the gem, that I still may trust,
Though my heart's wealth be but pour'd on dust!
Let not a doubt in my soul have place,
To dim the light of a loved one's face;
Leave to the earth its warm sunny smile-
That glory would pass could I look on guile!

Say, then, what boon of my power shall be,
Favour'd of spirits! pour'd forth on thee?
Thou scornest the treasures of wave and mine,
Thou wilt not drink of the cup divine,
Thou art fain with a mortal's lot to rest-

Answer me! how may I grace it best?