Puslapio vaizdai


Charles Heavpsege

David. [Sings, accompanying himself on

his harp.]
DAVID EXORCISING MALZAH, THE EVIL O Lord, have mercy on the king ;

The evil spirit from him take ;

His soul from its sore suffering
SCENE. - A chamber of the palace. David

Deliver, for thy goodness' sake.
playing on his harp. Saul enters and listens,
and at length David ceases.

Saul. [Aside.] He for me prays.
Saul. Still more, still more : I feel the
demon move

0, heal thine own Anointed's hurt;
Amidst the gloomy branches of my breast, Let evil from his thoughts be driven ;
As moves a bird that buries itself deeper And breathe upon his troubled heart
Within its nest at stirring of the storm.

The balmy sense of fault forgiven.
[DAVID plays again.
Were ever sounds so sweet! where am Saul. [Aside.] I would not hide my
I? 0,

faults ; amen.
I have been down in hell, but this is
heaven !

Great God, thou art within this place ;
It grows yet sweeter, - 't is a wondrous air. The universe is filled with thee :
Methinks I lately died a hideous death,

To all thou givest strength and grace ; And that they buried me accursed and 0, give the king thy grace to see.

But this is not the grave ; for, surely, Saul. [Aside.) What have I done de-

served the loss of grace ?
Comes not to reanimate man 'neath the I cannot say “amen"; - and if I did,

My feeble amen would be blown away
Let me not think on 't! yet a fiend fierce Before it had reached heaven. I cannot

tore me.
Ah, I remember now, too much remember; There disbelief takes prisoner my tongue !
But I am better : still methinks I fainted;
Or was the whole a fearful, nightmare As after winter cometh spring,
dream ?

Make joy unto his soul return; -
Nay, am I yet not dreaming ? No; I wake : And me, in thy good pleasure, bring
And, as from dream or as from being born, To tend my flock where I was born.
Without the outcry of a mother's travail ;
Or, as if waking from a revery,

Saul. [Aside.] So able, yet so humble !
I to myself am ushered by strange music,

[Aloud.] David, no; That, in its solemn gentleness, falls on me Thou shalt remain and be mine armorLike a superior's blessing. Give me more

bearer. Of this sweet benefit.

What, wouldst thou seek again the idle [After having listened again.

Who is this stranger ? Yes, I know him 'Midst senseless sheep, to spend the listless

'T is not a heavenly spirit, though so like one, Watching the doings of thy ewes and rams!
With curving arms encompassing the harp, Thou shalt go with me to the martial field
As clasps the landscape the aërial bow : And see great deeds thereon.
It is the minstrel youth from Bethlehem ; Myself will teach thee military lessons ;
In form, indeed, surpassing beautiful. To tell the enemy's numbers ; to discover
Methinks he doth address himself to sing : His vulnerable points ; by stratagem
I'll listen, for I love him as he sits

To draw him from his posts of vantage ;
Rapt, like a statue conjured from the air.

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Swift to advance ; how to surprise the foe ;

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And how to leaven others with thy courage ; Or swell and fill whom from the harmoHow win from Ammon and the strong

nious lyre, Philistine,

And man may lead them wheresoe'er he And how at last to drink triumphantly,

wills, From goblet of victorious return,

And stare to see the nude demoniac The blood-red wine of war.

Sit clothed and void of frenzy. I'll be Meantime, thy lyric pleasures need not end ;

gone, For the fair maidens of the court affect And take a posy with me from Saul's garden. Music and song. Go now and tell the [Exit; and soon re-enters, bearing a kuge Queen

nosegay, and thereat snuffing. All the advantage thou hast been to me. Shall I fling it in the earth's face, whence

[Exit David.

I took it ! How potent is the voice of music ! stronger Albeit I've seen, perhaps, flowers as mean Even than is a king's command. How oft

in heaven. In vain have I adjured this demon hence ! Well, I will think that these are heaven's. O Music, thou art a magician! Strange,

Alack, Most strange, we did not sooner think of This is a poor excuse for asphodel; thee,

And yet it has the true divine aroma. And charm us with thy gentle sorcery.

Here's ladslove, and the flower which even


Cannot unscent, the all-transcending rose. THE FLIGHT OF MALZAH

Here's gilly-flower, and violets dark as eyes Malzah. Music, music hath its sway ; Of Hebrew maidens. There's convolvulus, Music's order I obey :

That sickens ere noon and dies ere evening. I have unwound myself at sound

Here 's monkey's-cap. — Egad ! 't would From off Saul's heart, where coiled I lay. cap a monkey 'T is true, awhile I've lost the game ; To say what I have gathered; for I spread Let fate and me divide the blame.

my arms And now away, away ; but whither, And closed them like two scythes. I have Whither, meantime, shall I go?

crushed many ; Erelong I must returned be hither. I've sadly mangled my lilies. However, There's Jordan, Danube, and the Po,

here And Western rivers huge, I know : Is the august camellia, and here's marigold, There's Ganges, and the Euphrates, And, as I think, i' the bottom two vast sunNilus and the stretching seas :

flowers. There's many a lake and many a glen There are some bluebells, and a pair of foxTo rest me, as in heaven, again ;

gloves With Alps, and the Himalayan range :- (But not of the kind that Samson's foxes And there's the Desert for a change.

wore). Whither shall I go?

That 's mint ; and here is something like a I'll sit i' the sky,

thistle And laugh at mortals and at care ; Wherewith to prick my nose should I grow (Not soaring, as before, too high,

sleepy. And bring upon myself a snare ;)

0, I've not half enumerated them ! But out my motley fancies spin

Here's that and that, and many trifling Like cobwebs on the yellow air;

things, Laugh bright with joy, or dusky grin Which, had I time, and were i' the vein for In changeful mood of seance there.

scandal, The yellow air ! the yellow air !

I could compare to other trifling things, He's great who's happy anywhere.

But shall not. Ah, here's head-hanging

down narcissus, To be the vassals and the slaves of music A true and perfect emblem of myself. Is weakness that afflicts all heaven-born I'll count it my own likeness ; and so leave spirits.

it But touch whom with the murmur of a lute, | For delectation of my radiant mistress,

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SCENE. — The Alps. Time, night, with stars.

Enter MALZAH, walking slowly. Malzah. So, so; I feel the signal. It seems to reach me through the air, To Saul it prompts me to repair. I wish ’t would cease ; it doth not please Me now to terminate my leisure. I was alone ; and here to groan At present is my greatest pleasure. I'll come anon; I say begone ; What is the wayward King to me? I say begone ; I 'll come anon. O, thou art strong ; I'll follow thee.

[Exit, and enter the angel Zelehtha. Zelehtha. He flees, he flees, across the

Falling as faintly and as dewlike down
Into the urn of my night-opened ear,
As might, like incense, to the nostril come
The floating fragrance of a far-off flower ?
It is the voice of some desiring seraph,
That lonely sings unto her absent love ;
And, in the breathing of her languishment,
Gives more than words unto the dumb

abyss. I'll also sing, since some ascending angel May hear it, and repeat it to my cherub.

[Sings. I said, farewell, And smiled, — for tears yet never fell in

heaven; But thou didst sigh, Farewell,” didst sigh ; " return to me

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But why at even
Didst thou to thee solicit my return ?
Since distance cannot
Divide us who in old embraces burn.


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That eastward lead to Canaan's land ;
And Heaven commands me not to cease
To urge, yet guide, his hand.

[Looking upwards. How every star reminds me of my lover ! When we did part, he on me cast his eyes, Bright as those orbs. Yet over them

suffusion Came like the mists o'er evening, as he

charged me Still to him

to return (if so I might Return afresh to him, my home and goal), What time the earth returned day's light

to heaven. So would I now swift soar unto his bosom, But I must not abandon this foul fiend, Until his work is done. Hence do I follow Him through the spaces of the universe, Still tracking him in silence, as I track Him now

across these heaven-piercing

heights, O'er which the quiet, congregated stars Dance, twinkling-footed, and, in gladness,

make Mute immemorial measure, without song. Yet hearken; the immeasurable yawn Methinks awakens, and, by me evoked, This grave of silence gives a ghost of sound. What song is that which wanders hither


Lorn thoughts from thee
Put far, then, since, though now from

thee apart, I soon shall be

Again thy love-mate, whereso'er thou art. Lo, where yon demon, with increasing

speed, Makes his dim way across the nighthung

flood, Due to the Hebrew King, with onward heed, Like to a hound that snuffs the scent of

blood. I'll follow him.



The day was lingering in the pale north

west, And light was hanging o'er my head, Night where a myriad stars were spread ; While down in the east, where the light

was least, Seemed the home of the quiet dead.

And, as I gazed on the field sublime
To watch the bright pulsating stars,
Adown the deep, where the angels

Came drawn the golden chime

Of those great spheres that sound the years

For the horologe of time ;Millenniums numberless they told, Millenniums a millionfold

From the ancient hour of prime !

John Hunter-Duvar




OHNÁWA SCENE. — Within the fort of Quebec. Soldiers


One sings : Fill, comrades, fill the bowl right well, Trowl round the can with mirth and

glee, Zip-zip, huzza, Noël! Noël ! A health to me, a health to thee

And Normandie.

Pass, comrades, pass the reaming can,
And swig the draught out every man !

2d Sold. Clean-limbed.
3d Sold. Round-armed.
4th Sold. Svelte.
5th Sold.

And lithe and lissome. 6th Sold. Like a Provençale in her mum

ming garb On Pope Unreason's day. But where's her

dog ? 7th Sold. I saw one like that one in

Italy ; A statue like her as two peas. They called

her Bronze something, - I forget. They dug

her up,

Another round as deep as last,

Down to the bottom peg, pardie !
Eyes to the front, — half pikes, — stand

A health to me, a health to thee

And Picardie.

Chorus :
Pass, comrades, pass the reaming can,
And swig the draught out every man !
Though this be naught but soldiers' tap,

None better wine none ne'er did see,
It riped on our own crofts mayhap,
So here's a health to thee, to me

And fair Lorraine,
Again -

Lorraine !

Chorus: May he be shot that shirks the can! Quick, drain the draught out every man !

And polished her, and set her up on end. 1st Sold. Hi! graven image, hast thou

ne'er a tongue ? 2d Sold. How should she speak but as

a magpie chatters, Chat, chat ! pretty Mag!

3d Sold. Leave her alone, now. 4th Sold. Lay hold on her and see if she feels warm.

[OHNÁwa draws a knife. Al. Aha! well done ! encore the scene !

well played ! [ROBERVAL approaches ; she advances to

wards him. Soldiers. [Retiring.) Meat for our master. Rob.

Ohnāwa !

Great Chief! Rob. What then, my wild fawn, has 't

indeed come in, A live pawn for thy people ? Then I hope ’T will be long time ere they make matSo that we still may keep thee hostage

here. But say, do practised warriors, shrewd and

cunning, Send such brig

eyes as thine to armed camp, To glancing catch full note of our weak


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Enter OhnówA : Soldiers crowd around her. 1st Soldier. Whom have we here? This

is a shapely wench.


Or of our strength? We hang up spies, Rob. These are the stables where the Ohnāwa.

chargers are. Ohn. I am no spy. No warrior sent

[Horse led out ; Groom gallops. me here.

No wonder in thine eyes even at this sight? Rob. Why didst thou come ?

Canst thou look on this steed, and yet not Ohn. Vidst thou thyself not ask me ?

feel Rob. I did, i' faith ; and now, thou being No sight so beautiful in all the world ? here

Ohn. I have seen herds of these brave Shalt see such wonders as are to be seen.

gallant beasts. They will impress thy untutored savage Rob. [Quickly.] When ? where was mind.

this? Not'st thou those arms upon that slender Ohn.

When that I was a child mast,

A tribe came scouting from the sinking sun, Whose fingers, sudden moving, form new The hatchet buried, on a pilgrimage shapes ?

To take salt water back from out the sea, By that we speak, without the aid of words, As is their custom in their solemn rites. Long leagues away.

They all were mounted, every one, on steeds. Ohn.

This is not new to me. Rob. Indeed ! Our braves, on journeys, speak in silent Ohn. Our brethren, who live six moons signs

nearer night, By leaves, grass, mosses, feathers, twigs And many more in number than the stars, and stones,

With steeds in number many more than So that our people can o'ertake the trail,

they, And tell a message after many moons.

Dwell on the boundless, grassy, huntingRob. I have heard of the woodland sema

plains, phore.

Beyond which mountains higher than the 'T is a thing to be learned, — and acted


And on the other side of them the sea. Ohn. Why dost thou raise thy head-gear Rob. Important this, but of it more

to that blanket? Rob. Blanket ! young savage, - 't is the

[They enter the caserne. flag of France,

These are called books. These are the The far most glorious flag of earth and sea, strangest things Tbat, floating over all this continent, Thou yet hast seen. I take one of them Shall yet surmount the red brick towers of down, Spain.

And lo! a learned dead man comes from But, pshaw ! why do I speak. Gunner, fire off a fauconet. Sits in my chair and holds discourse with me.

[Gun. And these are pictures. What, not a wink? Art thou, then, really Ohn.

They are good totem. bronze,

Rob. These, maps. Insensible to wonder ?

Ohn. I, with a stick, upon the sand Ohn.

All is new.

Can trace the like. Rob. Then why not show astonishment ? Rob.

By 'r Lady of St. Roque Young maids,

That shalt thou do! The Pilot missed it When marvels are presented to their view,

there ; Clasp their fore-fingers, or put hand to These savages must know their country ears,

well. Simper, cry “0, how nice !” look down This girl shall be my chief topographer, and giggle,

By her I 'll learn the gold and silver coast And show the perturbation of weak minds. That Cartier could not find. Ohn. I see new marvels that I ne'er Come hither to this window. Music, ho !

[Band plays. But when I once have seen them they are Art thon not pleased with these melodious old.



his grave,


sounds ?

have seen,

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