Just. Make out the bail-bond. Off. (Surveying Pendulous.) Please, your worship, before you take that gentleman's bond, may I have leave to put in a word? Pen. (Agitated.) I guess what is coming. Off. I have seen that gentleman hold up his hand at a criminal bar. Miss F. (Aside.) Better and better. Off. My eyes cannot deceive me. His lips quivered about, while he was being tried, just as they do now. His name is not Pendulous. Miss F. Excellent! Off. He pleaded to the name of Thomson at York assizes. Just. Can this be true? Miss F. I could kiss the fellow! Off. He was had up for a footpad. Miss F. A dainty fellow! Pen. My iniquitous fate pursues me everywhere. Just. You confess, then. Pen. I am steeped in infamy. Miss F. I am as deep in the mire as yourself. Pen. My reproach can never be washed out. Pen. I am doomed to everlasting shame. Miss F. We are both in a predicament. Just. I am in a maze where all this will end. Miss F. But here comes one who, if I mistake not, will guide us out of all our difficulties. Enter MARIAN and DAVENPOrt. Mar. (Kneeling.) My dear father! Flint. Do I dream? Mar. I am your Marian. Just. Wonders thicken! Flint. The casket Miss F. Let me clear up the rest. Flint. The casket Miss F. Was inadvertently in your daughter's hand, when, by an artifice of her maid Lucy,-set on, as she confesses, by this gentleman here,Dav. I plead guilty. Miss F. She was persuaded, that you were in a hurry going to marry her to an object of her dislike; nay, that he was actually in the house for the purpose. The speed of her flight admitted not of her depositing the jewels; but to me, who have been her inseparable companion since she quitted your roof, she intrusted the return of them; which the precipitate measures of this gentleman (pointing to the Officer) alone prevented. Mr Cutlet, whom I see coming, can witness this to be true. Enter CUTLET, in haste. Cut. Aye, poor lamb! poor lamb! I can witness. I have run in such a haste, hearing how affairs stood, that I have left my shambles without a protector. If your worship had seen how she cried (pointing to Marian,) and trembled, and insisted upon being brought to her father. Mr Davenport here could not stay her. Flint. I can forbear no longer. Marian, will you play once again, to please your old father? Mar. I have a good mind to make you buy me a new grand piano for your naughty suspicions of me. Dav. What is to become of me? Flint. I will do more than that. The poor lady shall have her jewels again. Mar. Shall she? Flint. Upon reasonable terms, (smiling.) And now, I suppose, the court may adjourn. Dav. Marian! Flint, I guess what is passing in your mind, Mr Davenport; but you have behaved upon the whole so like a man of honour, that it will give me pleasure, if you will visit at my house for the future; but (smiling) not clandestinely, Marian. Mar. Hush, father. Flint. I own I had prejudices against gentry. But I have met with so much candour and kindness among my betters this day-from this gentleman in particular-(turning to the Justice)—that I begin to think of leaving off business, and setting up for a gentleman myself. Just. You have the feelings of one. Flint. Marian will not object to it. Just. But (turning to Miss Flyn) what motive could induce this lady to take so much disgrace upon herself, when a word's explanation might have relieved her? Miss F. This gentleman (turning to Pendulous) can explain. Pen. The devil! Miss F. This gentleman, I repeat it, whose backwardness in concluding a long and honourable suit from a mistaken delicacy— Pen. How! Miss F. Drove me upon the expedient of involving myself in the same disagreeable embarrassments with himself, in the hope that a more perfect sympathy might subsist between us for the future. Pen. I see it-I see it al!. Just. (To Pendulous.) You were then tried at York. -CAST Just. Condemned Pen. EXECUted. Just. How ! Pen. CUT DOWN, and CAME TO LIFE AGAIN. False delicacy, adieu! The true sort, which this lady has manifested-by an expedient which at first sight might seem a little unpromising, has cured me of the other. We are now on even terms. Miss F. And may Pen. Marry, I know it was your word. Miss F. And make a very quiet— Pen. Exemplary— Miss F. Agreeing pair of Pen. ACQUITTED FELONS. Flint. And let the prejudiced against our profession acknowledge, that a money-lender may have the heart of a father; and that in the casket, whose loss grieved him so sorely, he valued nothing so dear as (turning to Marian) one poor domestic jewel. To M. W. THERE'S Something in thy lightest mirth For, like a sainted virtue, Thou That's like an angel's sadness, A dim soft pathos overflows Thy wildest voice of gladness. I, with a poet's insight, see How feelings true enhance The finer impulses that stir Thy leaf-like elegance. And, Margret, when I look on thee, Art lifted o'er the day; God's shadow on thy face is laid In sanctity for aye. Mix with the vulgar and the vain, Then go nor fear to move amidst J. F. "Had it not been the obstinate perverseness of our prelates, against the divine and admirable spirit of Wickliffe, to suppress him as a schismatic or innovator, perhaps neither the Bohemian Husse, and Jerome, no, nor the name of Luther or of Calvin, had ever been known.” MILTON, For the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing. VI. The purple pride of the Papal See Than the still small voice within thee: 'Twas thine to stand undaunted, 'Mid threatening throngs, that sought thy wrongs, And insolent power that vaunted. VII. To the death 'twas thine to persevere, Though the tempest around thee rattled; And wherever Falsehood was lurking, there Thy spirit heroic battled: And though thy bones from the grave were torn, The sound of thy words, to times unborn, VIII. A light was struck-a light which shew'd But soon at the fame of Wickliffe's name, IX. Oh! that the glory, so fair to see, Should from men's eyes be shrouded; In vain have heroes and martyrs bled- X. Oh! that the lamp of Faith burns dim— Of the book which had been a sealed-up book, He tore the clasps, that the nation, With eyes unbandaged, might thereon look, XI. I turn me from him-I cannot gaze On the calm, heroic features, When I think how we have disgraced our days— Poor, miserable creatures! And when, how we have betray'd our trust The sons of our sons shall hearken, Can it be else than that o'er our dust The spittle of scorn should barken! THE FIRST GRAY HAIR. THE matron at her mirror, with her hand upon her brow, Time from her form hath ta'en away but little of its grace; The faded form is often mark'd by sorrow more than years; hair. But She hath been a happy wife;-the lover of her youth She look'd upon her raven locks;-what thoughts did they recall? She seem'd to feel her mother's hand pass lightly through her hair, And now she sees her first gray hair! oh, deem it not a crime 'Tis not the tear of vanity for beauty on the wane- The Spring for ever gone-the Summer sun so nearly set. Ah, Lady! heed the monitor! Thy mirror tells thee truth, UPON SEEING MISS FANNY KEMBLE IN JULIET. ITALIAN passion, sudden, deep, intense, Such the sweet Juliet Shakspeare's genius drew— M. M. |