Imágenes de páginas

Ges. Art married ?
Tell. Yes.
Ges. And hast a family?
Tell. A son.
Ges. A son! Sarnem !
Sar. My lord, the boy.
[GESLER signs to SARNEM to keep silence, and, whispering, sends him of

Tell. The boy! What boy?
Is't mine ? — and have they netted my young fledgling??
Now Heaven support me, if they have! He'll own me,
And share his father's ruin! But a look
Would put him on his guard — yet how to give it!
Now, heart, thy nerve; forget thou art flesh; be rock. ·
They come — they come!
That step — that step — that little step, so light
Upon the ground, how heavy does it fall
Upon my heart! I feel my child !-
enter SARNEM with ALBERT, whose eyes are riveted on TELL's bow which

SARNEM carries.
Tis he!- We can but perish.

Sar. See !
Albert. What?
Sar. Look there!
Alb. I do. What would you have me see ?
Sar. Thy father.
Alb. Wh«,? That — that my father?

Tell. [Aside.] My boy - my boy!- my own brave boy He's safe!

Sar. [Aside to GEALER.) They're like each other.

Ges. Yet I see no sign
Of recognitions to betray the link
Unites a father and his child.

Sar. My lord,
I am sure it is his father. Look at them.
It may be
A preconcerted thing 'gainst such a chance,
That they survey each other coldly thus.

Ges. We shall try. Lead forth the caitiff
Sar. To a dungeon ?
Ges. No; into the court.
Sar. The court, my lord ?

Ges. And send
To tell the headsman" to make ready. Quick!
The slave shall die ! - You marked the boy ?

Sar. I did. He started — 'tis his father.
Ges. We shall see. Away with him!

Tell. Stop!- Stay!
Ges. What would you ?
Tell. Time!- a little time to call my thoughts together.
Ges. Thou shalt not have a minute.
Tell. Some one, then, to speak with.
Ges. Hence with him !

Tell. A moment! — Stop!
Let me speak to the boy.
Ges. Is he thy son ?

Tell. And if
He were, art thou so lost to nature as
To send me forth to die before his face?

Ges. Well, speak with him.
Now, Sarnem, mark them well.

Tell. Thou dost not know me, boy - and well for thee Thou dost not. I'm the father of a son About thy age. Thou, I see, wast born, like him, upon the hills; If thou shouldst ’scape thy present thraldom, he May chance to cross thee; if he should, I pray thee Relate to him what has been passing here, And say I laid my hand upon thy head, And said to thee, - if he were here, as thou art, Thus would I bless him. May’st thou live my boy, To see thy country free, or die for her, As I do!

[ALBERT Weepa Sar. Mark! he weeps.

Tell. Were he my son,
He wouid not shed a tear. He would remember
The cliff where he was bred, and learned to scan
A thousand fathoms' depth of nether 2 air;
Where he was trained to hear the thunder talk,
And meet the lightning eye to eye; where last
We spoke together, when I told him death
Bestowed the brightest gem that graces life,
Embraced for virtue's sake. He shed a tear !
No; were he by, I'd talk to him, and his cheek
Should never blanch, nor moisture dim his eye,
I'd talk to him —

Sar. He falters !

Tell. 'Tis too much!
And yet it must be done! I'd talk to him
Ges. Of what?

Tell. The mother, tyrant, thou dost make
A widow of. I'd talk to him of her.
I'd bid him tell her, next to liberty,
Her name was the last word my lips pronounced.
And I would charge him never to forget
To love and cherish her, as he would have
His father's dying blessing rest upon him.

Sar. You see, as he doth prompt, the other acts.

Tell. [Aside.] So well he bears it, he doth vanquish me.
My boy! my boy! O, for the hills, the hills —
To see him bound along their tops again,
With liberty.

Sar. Was there not all the father in that look ?
Ges. Yet ’tis 'gainst nature.

Sar. Not if he believes
To own the son would be to make him share
The father's death.

Ges. I did not think of that! [To Tell.) 'Tis well
The boy is not thy son. I've destined him
To die along with thee.

Tell. To die? For what?
Ges. For having braved my power, as thou hast. Lead
Them forth.

Tell. He's but a child.
Ges. Away with them!
Tell. Perhaps an only child.
Ges. No matter.
Tell. He may have a mother.

Ges. So the viper hath;
And yet, who spares it for the mother's sake ?

Tell. I talk to stone. I talk to it as though 'Twere flesh; and know 'tis none. I'll talk to it No more. Come, my boy! I taught thee how to live - I'll show thee how to die. 1 U-ŞÜRP'ER. One who seizes that to 6 VĚNGE'ẠNCE. Punishment in rewhich he has no right.

taliation for an injury. COME'LI-NĖSS. Grace; beauty. 7 FLEDG'LING. Ay 3 CÒN'SCIOUS-NĖSS. The perception 8 RÉC-OG-NÎ"TIọn. Act of knowing

of one's own thoughts and feelings. again ; acknowledgment. • XV'A-LÄNCHE. A vast body of snow, | 9 PRÉ-CON-CËRT'ĘD. Arranged be

ice, or earth sliding down the side I forehand. of a mountain.

10 CĀL'TIFF. A villain ; a knave. 6 VöÚCH-SĀFE'. Condescend to grant 11 HĚADS'MẠN. One who beheads. or permit.

12 NĚTH'ER. Lower.

8 bird.


MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. (Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney was an American lady, who wrote a variety of works in prose and verse. She was born September 1, 1791, and died June 10, 1865. She resided for many years in Hartford, Connecticut.

The steamboat Atlantic, plying between Norwich, in Connecticut, and New York, was wrecked on an island near New London. Many of the passengers were on their way to join in the celebration of the annual Thanksgiving in New England. The bell of this boat, supported by a portion of the wreck, continued for many days and nights to toll as if in mournful requiem of the lost.] 1. Toll, toll, toll,

Thou bell by billows swung;
And, night and day, thy warning words

Repeat with mournful tongue !

[blocks in formation]

3. Toll for the man of God,

Whose hallowed voice of prayer
Rose calm above the stifled groan

Of that intense despair !
How precious were those tones

On that sad verge of life,
Amid the fierce and freezing storm,

And the mountain billows' strife!

4. Toll for the lover lost

To the summoned bridal train !
Bright glows a picture on his breasty

Beneath th' unfathomed main.
One from her casement gazeth

Long o'er the misty sea:
He cometh not, pale maiden -

His heart is cold to thee.

5. Toll for the absent sire,

Who to his home drew near,
To bless a glad expecting group -

Fond wife and children dear!

« AnteriorContinuar »