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- the first of an endless succession of monarchs. But there were other monarchs who held sway on the earth. He was not content. He would reign with his kindred alone.

4. He gathered new and greater armies from his own land, - from subjugated lands. He called forth the young and brave, — one from every household, — from the Pyrenees * to the Zuyder Zeet, — from Jura | to the ocean. 'He marshalled them into long and majestic columns, and went forth to seize that universal dominion which seemed almost within his grasp.

5. But Ambition had tempted Fortune too far. The na. tions of the earth resisted, repelled, pursued, surrounded him. The pageant was ended. The crown fell from his presumptuous head. The wife who had wedded him in his pride, forsook him in the hour when fear came upon him. His child was ravished' from his sight. His kinsmen were degraded to their first estate®; and he was no longer emperor, nor consul, nor general, nor even a citizen, but an exile and a prisoner, on a lonely island, in the midst of the wild Atlantic.

6. Discontent attended him there. The wayward man fretted out a few long years of his yet unbroken manhood, looking off at the earliest dawn, and in evening's latest twilight, towards that distant world that had only just elud. ed his grasp. His heart became corroded.Death came, not unlooked for; though it came even then unwelcome. He was stretched on his bed within the fort which constituted his prison. A few fast and faithful friends stood around, with the guards who rejoiced that the hour of relief from long and wearisome watching was at hand.. :

7. As his strength wasted away, delirium stirred up the brain from its long and inglorious inactivity. The pageant of Ambition returned. He was again a lieutenant, a colonel, a general, an emperor of France. He filled again the throne of Charlemagne.* His kindred pressed around him, again invested with the pompous pageantry of royalty. The daughter of the long line of kings again stood proudly by his side, and the sunny face of his child shone out from beneath the diadem that encircled its flowing locks.

* PřR’Ç-NĒĒŞ. A range of mountains between France and Spain. | ZUI' DER ZĒĒ. A large body of water in Ilolland. # JŪRĄ. A range of mountains between France and Switzerland.

8. The Marshals 10 of the Empire awaited his command. The legions of the Old Guard † were in the field ; their scarred faces rejuvenated", and their ranks, thinned in many battles, replenished. Russia, Prussia, Austria, Denmark, and England gathered their mighty hosts to give him battle. Once more he mounted his impatient charger, and rushed forth to conquest. He waved his sword aloft, and cried, “ Tête d'Armée! !?" The feverish vision broke,

the mockery was ended. The silver cord was loosed, and the warrior fell back upon his bed a lifeless corpse! This was the END OF EARTH. THE CORSICAN WAS NOT CONTENT.

STATESMEN AND CITIZENS! The contrast suggests its own impressive moral. 1 Prę-co'cious. Ripe or mature be- 1 7 RĂV'ISHED. Taken away by riofore the natural time.

lence. 2 CÔN'SÓL. One of the three chief | 8 ÉS-TĀTE'. Condition in life ; state;

magistrates of France from 1799 to property ; fortune. 1804.

9 CÓR-ROD'ED. Eaten away; con3 PÄ'TRI-ÄR€. The father or head of sumed.

a family among the ancient Israel- 10 MÄR'SHẠL. In France, the highest ites; here, applied to the Pope, the military officer.

highest dignitary of the church. 11 RC-JŪ'VE-NĀT-ED. Made young 4 SEĒ. The jurisdiction of a bishop ; l again.

the office or authority of the Pope. 12 TÊTE D'ARMÉE, (tāt-d'ar-mā"). 6 YN-DE-FĒA'Ş!.BLE. Incapable of be French words, meaning “ head of ing defeated or made void.

the army.” They were said to 6 PLE-BĒ'IẠN. One of the common have been spoken by Napoleon

people or lower order of citizens. 1 Bonaparte in his last moments.

* CHARLEMAGNE (shär'le-mān), or Charles the Great, a famous king of France, who ruled over the greater part of Europe in the eighth century.

† OLD GUARD. A select body of troops that bore a distinguished part in the campaigns of Napoleon.

LXIIL – SALADIN AND MALEK ADHEL.

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Attendant. A stranger craves admission to your Highness.
Saladin. Whence comes he?

Att. That I know not.
Enveloped in a vestment of strange form,
His countenance is hidden, but his step,
His lofty port, his voice, in vain disguised,
Proclaim — if that I dared pronounce it-

Sal. Whom?
Att. Thy royal brother.
Sal. Bring him instantly.

(Exit ATTENDANT.
Now with his specious', smooth, persuasive tongue,
Fraught with some wily subterfuge?, he thinks
To dissipate my anger — he shall die.

[Enter ATTENDANT and MALEK ADIEL.]' Sal. Leave us together. (Exit ATTENDANT.] (Aside.] I should

know that form.
Now summon all thy fortitude, my soul;
Nor, though thy blood cry for him, spare the guilty.
(Aloud.] Well, stranger, speak; but first unveil thyself,
For Saladin must view the form that fronts him.

Malek Adhel. Behold it, then!
Sal. I see a traitor's visage.
Mal. Ad. A brother's.

Sal. No-
Saladin owns no kindred with a villain.

Mal. Ad. O, patience, Heaven ! Had any tongne but thine Uttered that word, it ne'er should speak another.

Sal. And why not now? Can this heart be more pierced By Malek Adhel's sword than by his deeds ? O, thou hast made a desert of this bosom! For open candor, planted sly disguise ; For confidence, suspicion; and the glow

Of generous friendship, tenderness and love,
Forever banished. Whither can I turn,
When he, by blood, by gratitude, by faith,
By every tie, bound to support, forsakes me ?
Who, who can stand, when Malek Adhel falls ?
Henceforth I turn me from the sweets of love,
The smiles of friendship; and this glorious world,
In which all find some heart to rest upon,
Sball be to Saladin a cheerless void :
His brother has betrayed him!

Mal Ad. Thou art softened;
I am thy brother, then; but late thou saidst —
My tongue can never utter the base title.

Sal. Was it traitor? True
Thou hast betrayed me in my fondest hopes.
Villain ? 'Tis just; the title is appropriate.
Dissembler 3? 'Tis not written in thy face;
No, nor imprinted on that specious brow,
But on this breaking heart the name is stamped,
Forever stamped, with that of Malek Adhel.
Thinkest thou I'm softened? By Mohammed, these hands
Should crush these aching eyeballs, ere a tear
Fall from them at thy fate!- O monster, monster!
The brute that tears the infant from its nurse
Is excellent to thee, for in his form
The impulse of his nature may be read ;-
But thou, so beautiful, so proud, so noble,
O, what a wretch art thou! O, can a term
In all the various tongues of man be found
To match thy infamy?

Mal. Ad. Go on, go on;
'Tis but a little while to hear thee, Saladin,
And, bursting at thy feet, this heart will prove
Its penitence at least.

Sal. That were an end

Too noble for a traitor; the bowstring“ is
A more appropriate finish — thou shalt die!

Mal Ad. And death were welcome at another's mandate
What, what have I to live for? Be it so,
If that in all thy armies can be found
An executing hand.

Sal. O, doubt it not!
They're eager for the office. Perfidy,
So black as thine, effaces from their minds
All memory of thy former excellence.

Mal. Ad. Defer not then their wishes. Saladin,
If e'er this form was joyful to thy sight,
This voice seemed grateful to thine ear, accede
To my last prayer — 0, lengthen not this scene,
To which the agonies of death were pleasing-
Let me die speedily.

Sal. This very hour!
[Aside.] For- oh! the more I look upon that face,
The more I hear the accents of that voice,
The monarch softens, and the judge is lost
In all the brother's weakness; yet such guilt,
Such vile ingratitude! it calls for vengeance,
And vengeance it shall have! What, ho! who waits there?

[Enter ATTENDANT.) Att. Did your Highness call ?

Sal. Assemble quickly
My forces in the court !- tell them they come
To view the death of yonder bosom-traitor;
And bid them mark, that he who will not spare
His brother when he errs, expects obedience,
Silent obedience, from his followers. [Exit ATTENDANI

Mal. Ad. Now, Saladin,
The word is given — I have nothing more
To fear from thee, my brother. - I am not
About to crave a miserable life-

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