Pronounce my doom, which would not say one word,
One little word, whose cherished memory

Would soothe the struggles of departing life.-
Yet, yet thou wilt-O, turn thee, Saladin!
Look on my face; thou canst not spurn me then :
Look on the once-loved face of Malek Adhel

For the last time, and call him —

Sal. [Seizing his hand.] Brother! brother!
Mal. Ad. [Breaking away.]

Death has not now

Now call thy followers.

A single pang in store. Proceed! I'm ready.
Sal. O, art thou ready to forgive, my brother, –
To pardon him who found one single error,
One little failing, 'mid a splendid throng
Of glorious qualities -

Mal. Ad. O, stay thee, Saladin !
I did not ask for life- I only wished
To carry thy forgiveness to the grave.
No, Emperor, the loss of Cæsarea

Cries loudly for the blood of Malek Adhel.
Thy soldiers, too, demand that he who lost
What cost them many a weary hour to gain,
Should expiate his offences with his life.
Lo, even now they crowd to view my death,
Thy just impartiality. I go-

Pleased by my fate to add one other leaf
To thy proud wreath of glory.

Sal. Thou shalt not.

[Enter ATTENDANT.]

Att. My lord, the troops assembled by your order,
Tumultuous throng the courts. The prince's death
Not one of them but vows he will not suffer. -
The mutes have fled; the very guards rebel;
Nor think I in this city's spacious round,
Can e'er be found a hand to do the office.

[Going

Mal. Ad. O, faithful friends! [To ATT.] Thine shalt. Att. Mine? Never!

The other first shall lop it from the body.

Sal. They teach the Emperor his duty well. Tell them he thanks them for it; tell them, too, That ere their opposition reached our ears, Saladin had forgiven Malek Adhel.

Att. O, joyful news!

I haste to gladden many a gallant heart,
And dry the tear on many a hardy cheek
Unused to such a visitor.

Sal. These men, the meanest in society,
The outcasts of the earth, by war, by nature

Hardened, and rendered callous, — these, who claim
No kindred with thee, who have never heard

The accents of affection from thy lips, —

O, these can cast aside their vowed allegiance",
Throw off their long obedience, risk their lives,
To save thee from destruction. While I,
I, who cannot, in all my memory,

Call back one danger which thou hast not shared,
One day of grief, one night of revelry,

[Exit

Which thy resistless kindness hath not soothed,
Or thy gay smile and converse rendered sweeter;
I, who have thrice in the ensanguined field,
When death seemed certain, only uttered-"Brother!"
And seen that form like lightning rush between
Saladin and his foes; and that brave breast,
Dauntless, exposed to many a furious blow
Intended for my own-I could forget

That 'twas to thee I owed the very breath

Which sentenced thee to perish! O, 'tis shameful!
Thou canst not pardon me.

Mal. Ad. By these tears I can

O, brother! from this very hour, a new,

A glorious life commences

I am all thine.

Again the day of gladness or of anguish

Shall Malek Adhel share, and oft again

May this sword fence thee in the bloody field.
Henceforth, Saladin,

My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine forever.

1 SPĒ'CIOUS. Plausible;

seemingly good.

showy; IR-REV'O-CA-BLE. That which can

not be recalled.

2 SUB'TER-FŪĢE. An evasion; an ar- 6 CAL'LOUS. Hard; insensible; un

tifice; a trick.

DIS-SEM'BLER.

feeling.

A hypocrite; one 7 AL-LE'ĢIANCE. Fidelity, or obedi

who conceals his opinions or dispo

sition under a false appearance.

ence which a citizen owes to his government.

4 BOW'STRING. A cord used by the 8 EN-SAN'GUINED. Smeared or stained Turks to strangle criminals.

with blood.

LXIV. — CITY AND COUNTRY.

O. W. HOLMES.

[Oliver Wendell Holmes, M. D., was born in Cambridge, in 1809, and was graduated at Harvard College in 1829. He is one of the most brilliant and popular of American writers. He is a professor in the medical department of Harvard College, and distinguished as a man of science. The following poem was read by him at a festival gathering of the sons of Berkshire, Mass.]

1. COME back to your Mother, ye children, for shame,
Who have wandered like truants, for riches and fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.

2. Come out from your alleys, your courts, and your lanes,
And breathe, like your eagles, the air of our plains;
Take a whiff from our fields, and your excellent wives
Will declare 'tis all nonsense insuring your lives.

3. Come, you of the law, who can talk, if you please,
Till the man in the moon will allow it's a cheese,
And leave "the old lady that never tells lies,"
To sleep with her handkerchief over her eyes.

4. Ye healers of men, for a moment decline Your feats in the rhubarb and ipecac' line;

While you shut up your turnpike, your neighbors can go The old round-about road to the regions below.

5. You clerk, on whose ears are a couple of pens,
And whose head is an ant-hill of units and tens,
Though Plato denies you, we welcome you still-
As a featherless biped, in spite of your quill.

6. Poor drudge of the city! how happy he feels

2

With the burrs on his legs and the grass at his heels!
No dodger behind his bandannas3 to share, -
No constable grumbling, "You mustn't walk there!"

7. In yonder green meadow, to memory dear,
He slaps a mosquito, and brushes a tear;

The dewdrops hang around him on blossoms and shoots,
He breathes but one sigh for his youth and his boots.

8. There stands the old school-house, hard by the old church;

That tree by its side had the flavor of birch;

O, sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks,
Though the prairie of youth had so many "big licks!"

9. By the side of yon river he weeps and he slumps,
The boots fill with water, as if they were pumps,
Till, sated with rapture, he steals to his bed,
With a glow in his heart, and a cold in his head.

10. 'Tis past, he is dreaming-I see him again;

The ledger returns as by legerdemain";

* PLATO. A celebrated Greek philosopher, born about 430 years before Christ. His reported definition of man, - a biped without feathers, is alluded to here.

His mustache is damp with an easterly flaw,
And he holds in his fingers an omnibus straw.

11. He dreams the chill gust is a blossoming gale,

That the straw is a rose from his dear native vale;
And murmurs, unconscious of space and of time,
"A 1.-Extra super. Ah! isn't it prime!"

12. O, what are the prizes we perish to win,
To the first little "shiner" we caught with a pin?
No soil upon earth is so dear to our eyes
As the soil we first stirred in terrestrial pies!

13. Then come from all parties, and parts, to our feast; Though not at the "Astor," we'll give you at least A bite at an apple, a seat on the grass,

And the best of old - water

1 IP/E-CAC. A contraction of ipecacuanha, a South American plant used as an emetic.

2 DŎDG'ER. One guilty of sly, mean tricks; here, a sly thief.

at nothing a glass!

the art of performing tricks which depend chiefly on nimbleness of hand; a juggle.

6 ŎM'NI-BUS. A large public carriage used in cities.

3 BAN-DAN'NA. A kind of pocket 7 A 1. handkerchief.

4 SAT'ED. Filled or gratified to the

extent of desire; glutted.

Signs used in insuring a vessel to denote that it is of the first class; hence, colloquially applied to any thing of the best quality.

• LEG-ER-DE-MAIN'. Sleight of hand; 8 TER-RES/TRI-AL. Earthy, or earthly.

LXV. EXTRACT FROM EMMET'S SPEECH.

ROBERT EMMET.

[Robert Emmet was born at Dublin, Ireland, in the year 1780. Even in his boyhood he became prominent as an advocate of the independence of his native country. After the failure of the revolution of 1798, he escaped to France, but returned in 1803, and took an active part in an attack upon the castle and arsenals of Dublin. The effort was unsuccessful. Emmet was arrested, tried, and convicted of high treason. The following extract is from the speech deliv

* A large hotel in New York city.