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To wonder most. I little thought indeed,
When Warwick told me I might learn to love,
He was himself so able to instruct me;
But I've discovered all !

War. And so have I.
Too well I know thy breach of friendship there,
Thy fruitless, base endeavors to supplant me.

Edw. I scorn it, sir! Elizabeth hath charms,
And I have equal right with you to admire them :
Nor see I aught so godlike in the form,
So all-commanding in the name of Warwick,
That he alone should revel in the charms
Of beauty, and monopolize perfection.
I knew not of your love.

War. T is false !
You knew it all, and meanly took occasion,
Whilst I was busied in the noble office

grace thought fit to honor me withal,
To tamper with a weak, unguarded woman,
And basely steal a treasure
Which your kingdom could not purchase.

Edw. How know you that ? But be it as it may,
I had a right, nor will I tamely yield
My claim to happiness, the privilege
To choose the partner of my throne :
It is a branch of my prerogative.

War. Prerogative! What's that? the boast of tyranta,
A borrowed jewel, glittering in the crown
With specious Juster, lent but to betray.
You had it, sir, and hold it, from the people.

Edw. And therefore do I prize it : I would guard
Their liberties, and they shall strengthen mine;
But when proud Faction and her rebel crew
Insult their sovereign, trample on his laws,
And bid defiance to his power, the people,
In justice to themselves, will then defend
His cause, and vindicate the rights they gave.

War. Go to your darling people, then; for soon,
If I mistake not, 't will be needful ; try
Their boasted zeal, and see if one of them
Will dare to lift his arm up in your cause,
If I forbid them.

Edw. Is it so, my lord ?
Then mark my words : I've been your slave too long,
And you have ruled me with a rod of iron;


But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy master,
And will be so. The king who delegates
His power to others' hands, but ill deserves
The crown he wears.

War. Look well, then, to your own :
It sits but loosely on your head; for know,
The man who injured Warwick never passed
Unpunished yet.

Edw. Nor he who threatened Edward.
You may repent it, sir. My guards there! Seize
This traitor, and convey him to the Tower ;
There let him learn obedience.





Mr. B. Come, my boys, I have a new play for you. I will be the founder of a colony; and you shall be people of different trades and professions, coming to offer yourselves to go with

What are you, Arthur ? Arth. I am a farmer, sir.

Mr. B. Very well. Farming is the chief thing we have to depend upon. The farmer puts the seed into the earth, and takes care of it, when it is grown to the ripe corn. Without the farmer we should. have no bread. But you must work very hard ; there will be trees to cut down, and roots to drag out, and a great deal of labor. Arth. I shall be ready to do my part.

Mr. B. Well, then, I shall take you willingly, and as many more such good fellows as you can find. We shall have land enough ; and you may fall to work as soon as you please. Now for the next.

Bev. I am a miller, sir.

Mr. B. A very useful trade! Our corn must be ground, or it will do us but little good. What must we do for a mill, my friend?

Bev. I suppose we must make one.

Jr. B Then we must take a mill-wright with us, and carry mill-stones. Who is next?

Chu. I am a carpenter, sir.


Mr. B. The most necessary man that could offer. We shall find you work enough, never fear. There will be houses to build, fences to make, and chairs and tables besides. But all our timber is growing ; we shall have hard work to fill it, to saw boards and planks, to hew timber, and to frame and raise buildings.

Cha. I will do my best, sir.

Mr. B. Then I engage you ; but you had better bring two or tbree able hands along with you.

Edw. I am a blacksmith.

Mr. B. An excellent companion for the carpenter. We cannot do without either of you. You must bring your great bellows, anvil, and vice; and we will set up a forge for you, as soon as we arrive. Who is next ?

Fran. I am a shoemaker.

Mr. B. Shoes we cannot do well without; but I fear we shall get no leather.

Fran. But I can dress skins, sir.

Mr. B. Can you ? Then you are a clever fellow. I will have you, though I give you double wages.

. Geo. I am a barber and hair-dresser.

Mr. B. What can we do with you? If you will shave our men's rough beards once a week, and crop their hair once a quarter, and be content to help the carpenter the rest of the time, we will take you. But you will have no ladies to curl, or gentlemen to powder, I assure you.

Lew. I am a doctor.

Mr. B. Then, sir, you are very welcome ; we shall some of us be sick; and we are likely to get cuts, and bruises, and broken bones. You will be very useful. We shall take you with pleasure.

Hen. I am a lawyer, sir.

Mr. B. Sir, your most obedient servant. When we are rich enough to go to law, we will let

you know. Oli. I am a schoolmaster.

Mr. B. That is a very respectable and useful profession. As soon as our children are old enough, we shall be glad of your services. Though we are hard-working men, we do not mean to be ignorant ; every one among us ought to be taught reading and writing. Until we have employment for you in teaching, if you will keep our accounts, and at present read sermons to us on Sundays. we shall be glad to have you among us.

Will you

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Oli. With all my heart, sir.
Mr. B. Who comes here?
Phil. I am a soldier, sir ; will you have me?

you, unless

Mr. B. We are peaceable people, and hope we shall not be obliged to fight. We are all soldiers, and must learn to defend ourselves ; we shall have no occasion for

you can

be a mechanic or a farmer, as well as a soldier.

Rob. I am a gentleman, sir.
Mr. B. A gentleman! And what good can you do us ?

Rob. I expect to shoot game enough for my own eating ; you can give me a little bread and a few vegetables ; and the barber siiall be my servant. Mr. B. Pray, sir, why should we do all this for you

? Rob. Why, sir, that you may have the credit of saying that you have one gentleman, at least, in your colony.

Mr. B. Ha ! ha! ha! A fine gentleman, truly! Sir, when we desire the honor of your company, we will send for you.




First Voice.
How frightful the grave ! how deserted and rar!
With the howls of the storm-wind — the cresas cítia 0

And the white bones all clattering together.

Second Voice.
How peaceful the grave! its quiet how deep :
Its zephyrs breathe calmly, and soft is its sleep,

And Howerets perfume it with ether.

First Doice.
There riots the blood-crested worm on the dead,
And the yellow skull serves the foul toad for a bed,

And snakes in its nettle-weeds hiss.

Second Voice.
How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb:
No tempests are there : but the nightingales come

And sing their sweet chorus of bliss.

First Voice. The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave : 'Tis the vulture's abode : .'t is the wolf's dreary cave,

Where they tear up the earth with their fangs.

Second Voice.
There the rabbit at evening disports with his lo ve,
Or rosts on the sod ; — while the turtles above,

Repose on the bough that o'erhangs.

First Voice.
There darkness and dampness with poisonous breath
And loathsome decay fill the dwelling of death;

And trees are all barren and bare !

Second Voice.
Oh, soft are the breezes that play round the tomb,
And sweet with the violet's wafted perfume,
With lilies and jessamine fair.

First Voice.
The pilgrim who reaches this valley of tears,
Would fain hurry by, and with trembling and fears,
He is launched on the wreck-covered river !

Second Voice.
The traveler, outworn with life's pilgrimage dreary,
Ls.ys down his rude staff, like one that is weary,

And sweetly reposes for ever.


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