I, with some trusty few, with speed came forward, A num'rous party of the citizens; With these we mean t'attack the Royal Palace, 'Ere that he thinks the impious crime be known. Now let them not prove heavy on this day, To sink my arm, or violate my cause. The sacred rights of Kings, my Country's wrongs, And a lov'd Father's death, call forth my sword. Now on; I feel all calm within my breast, And ev'ry busy doubt is hush'd to rest; END of the FOURTH ACT. ACT V, SCENE I. The PALACE. The Curtain rises, slowly, to soft music, and discovers Evanthe sleeping on a Sofa; after the music ceases, Vardanes enters. VAR ANES. Now shining Empire standing at the goal, Beck'ns me forward to increase my speed; But, yet Arsaces lives, bane to my hopes, Lysias Iil urge to ease me of his life, Then give the villain up to punishment. The shew of justice gains the changeling croud. - But now one hour for love and fair Evanthe in dreams some lively sorrow pains her · I'll take one kiss oh! what a balmy sweetness! Give me another - and another still For ever thus I'd dwell upon her lips. Be still my heart, and calm unruly transports. Wake her, with music, from this mimic death. [Music sounds.] SONG Tell me, Phillis, tell me why, You appear so wond'rous coy, While youth is warm within our veins, EVANTHE (waking) I come ye lovely shades Still in the tyrant's palace? Ye bright pow'rs! Are all my blessings then but vis'onary? Methought I was arriv'd on that blest shore Where happy souls for ever dwell, crown'd with Immortal bliss; Arsaces led me through Ha! am I here? The flow'ry groves, while all around me gleam'd VARDANES. Why beams the angry lightning of thine eye Against thy sighing slave? Is love a crime? Is criminal, I then am so, indeed. With all the humblest offices of love, If to pursue thee e'er If ne'er to know one single thought that does Not bear thy bright idea, merits scorn EVANTHE. Hence from my sight - nor let me, thus, pollute Mine eyes, with looking on a wretch like thee, Thou cause of all my ills; I sicken at Thy loathsome presence VARDANES. 'Tis not always thus, Nor dost thou ever meet the sounds of love With rage and fierce disdain: Arsaces, soon, Could smooth thy brow, and melt thy icy breast. EVANTHE. Ha! does it gall thee? Yes, he could, he could; Oh! when he speaks, such sweetness dwells upon His accents, all my soul dissolves to love, And warm desire; such truth and beauty join'd! His looks are soft and kind, such gentleness Sits majesty, commanding ev'ry heart. Strait as the pine, the pride of all the grove, More blooming than the spring, and sweeter far, Oh! I could dwell forever on his praise, Yet think eternity was scarce enough To tell the mighty theme; here in my breast Let him, 'twill ease him in his solitude, And gild the horrors of his prison-house, EVANTHE. Ha! what was that? till death Ah, now I feel distress's tort'ring pang VARDANES. Naught but your kindness saves him, But the same frown which kills my growing hopes, JOHN WOOLMAN [John Woolman, the Quaker, possessed a personal simplicity and a purity of heart that give great charm to his impractically idealistic writings. He was born in Northampton, N. J., in 1720, and passed his boyhood on a farm. During the greater part of his adult life he travelled among the Friends in different parts of America, speaking at their meetings, conversing with them personally, and working with especial vigor against slave-holding, which was then practised by some members of the society. On these trips he supported himself by working at his trade, that of a tailor, and sometimes by acting as a clerk or notary and drawing wills and other papers. In 1772 he went on a visit to the Quakers in England, and died of the smallpox in the city of York soon after his arrival. During his lifetime he published a few tracts, and his "Works" in two parts were issued in Philadelphia after his death. The most important of his writings is his "Journal," which has been many times reprinted. The selections here given are from the edition by J. G. Whittier, published in 1871.] THE WEARING OF DYED GARMENTS The use of hats and garments dyed with a dye hurtful to them, and wearing more clothes in summer than are useful, grew more uneasy to me, believing them to be customs which have not their foundation in pure wisdom. The apprehension of being singular from my beloved friends was a strait upon me, and thus I continued in the use of some things contrary to my judgment. On the 31st of fifth month, 1761, I was taken ill of a fever, and after it had continued near a week I was in great distress of body. One day there was a cry raised in me that I might understand the cause of my affliction, and improve under it, and my conformity to some customs which I believed were not right was brought to my remembrance. In the continuance of this exercise I felt all the powers in me yield themselves up into the hands of Him who gave me being, and was made thankful that he had taken hold of me by his chastisements. Feeling the necessity of further purify |