Show r 3 TJRK 'WONDROUS and the dangerous fancies I fear lie hidden in that tender breast Well sir?” “ You want me uncle?” “ What ’then 7 Uncles often want ' what nephews seldom offer” “ I at least can refuse nothing for I have naught to give” ' “ You' have a jewel which I greatly ovet” “A jewel! See my chaplet! You gave it me m y uncle it is yours” “ I thank you Many a blazing ruby many a soft" and shadowy pearl and many ftu emerald glowing like a shir in the far desert I behold my child They are choice stones and yet I miss a jewel far more precious which when I gave you this rich chaplet David I deemed you did possess” “ I Low do you “ Obedience” call it sir?” ' “ ’Tis a word of doubtful import sir for to obey when duty is disgrace is not a virtue” “ I see' vou read mv thought In a Word J sent for you to know wherefore you joined me not in offering our—” “Tribute” “Beit so i absent?” “ Because tribute Why it was a tribute were you I pay : jione” I “ But that the dreary course of seventy winters has not erased the memory "of my boyish follies lavid I should esteem you mad Think you because I am old I am enamored of disgrace and love a house of bondage If life were a mere question between freedom and slavery glory and dishonor all could decide Trust me there needs but little spirit to be a moody patriot ii) a sullen home and vent your heroic spleen upon youiv whose Bufferings you cannot remedy But of such stuff’ your race vere ever made thick deliverers ever abounded in the house of Ahoy Amf what has been the result ? I found you and your sister 'orphan infants your sceptre broken and your tribes dispersed The tribute which now at least we pay like princes was then exacted and offered in with the scourge chains I collected our scattered people our ancient throne and I this day which you look upon as a day of humiliation and of mourning is right ly considered by all a day of triumph ind of feasting for 1ms it not proved in the very teetlfof the Ishrmt elites that the Nceptpe lias not vet departed from -sufferers Jacob?” “ I pray I TALE OF ALROT “You jjigh for glory' yet you fly from ' toil!’ ‘ “Toil without glory is a menial’s lot” “ Yrou are a boy you may yet live to learn that the sweetest lot of life conresists iu tranquil duties and ' pose” “ If my lot be repose I’ll find it in a d ' f lair” “ Ah ! David there is a wilderness in your temper boy that makes me often tremble You are already too much alone child' and for this ns well as for weightier reasons I am desirous that you should at length assume the office you inherit- - Wlmt my poor experience can afford to aid Vou ns your cotin seller I shall ever plotter! hud for the rest our God will not desert you nil orphan child and born of royal blood” “ IV) thee mf more kind uncle I have but little heart to mount a throno which onlv ranks mo us the first of slaves” “ l’ooh pooh you are young Live we like slaves? Is this India servile These costly carpets and chamber? the se rich divans in what proud lmrem shall we find their match? I feel not like a slave Mv coffers are full’ of dirhems Is that slavish The wealthiest company of the caravan is ever Is that to bo a slave ? Bostenay’s Walk the bazaar of Bagdad and you will1 find my name more potent than the caliph’s Is that a badge of slavery ” “ Uncle vou toil for others” “ So do we all so does the bee wet he is free and happy” “ At least he lias a sting1 “ 'Which he can use but once and when lie stings — ” “ He dies ami like a hero Such a death is sweeter than his honey” “ "Well well you arc young you are too laid fancies young 1 once Dreams all dreams all I willingly would see you happy child Come let is a y that face brighten after all great day: If you had seen wluit 1 have seen David you too would feel greatful Come’ let us feast let us least The Ishmaclite the accursed child of Ilagar he does ooufess y 'you are a princes 'this day also you complete your eighteenth year The custom of our people now requires you should assume To-da- y then the attributes otauihood your reign commences and at our festival 1 will present the ciders to their For a while farewell mv child prince Array that face in smiles 1 shall most anxiously await your presence” you unde speak not of these things I would not jWillingly forget you ire my kinsman and a kind one Let there be no strife between us What my feelings are is nothing They are my And for own : I cannot change them my ancestors if they pondered much Aud achieved little why then ’twould peern our pedigree is pure and I am their true son At least one was a hero” “Ah! the great Ah'oy you may well bo proud of such an ancestor” “ I am ashamed uncle— ashamed Alhamed” “His sceptre still exists At least J have not betrayed hi in mid this brings mp to the real purport of nuriuterviuw That sceptre I would return” dejection he sighed he suee! eded to sarcasm himsVlf tluew upon a couch arid buried bis face in his hands and paced the arose he' Suddenly chamber with an irregular and moody step lie stoppiul he leaned against a column Ilo spoke in a tremulous iuul binothered voice “0! my heart is full of emyahd my soul is dark with sorrow ! Wlmt am I Wiat is al this ? A cloud hangs heavy 'o’er mv life God of my fathers ! let it “ To its right owner to yourself” “ O no no lio — I prav you pray you uncle ' I pray you not f do entreat you sir upon my knees forget I have a right ns utterly as I myself disclaim it The sceptre — you have wielded it wisely and vdl I do beseech you keep it Indeed good uncle I have no sort of talent for Iffl tb busy duffe? erf this post” “ I know not wlmt I feel— yet wlmt I feci is madness Thus' to be is not to live if life bo wlmt I sometimes dream 'and daro to thinkit might be To breathe fo feed to sleep to wake and breathe again — again to feel existence without hope if this be life why then iliest brooding thoughts that whisper deal! wero bertor? “To whom?” ! “Farewell ’sir” He turned his head and watched his uncle as he departed the bitter expression of his countenance gradually melted Mway as Bostenay disappeared ’ “Away! away ! The demon tempt me But to what to wk$t? ' AVhat nameless deed shall desecrate: this hand! No no it must not b£ the royal blood of twicetv7o tliousaiicL'yeaPs it must not die— die dike a dream 0!my heart i full of’ care mid my soul is dark with sorrow ! “ llark! the trumpets tint Bound our dishonor O! but that they sounded to bat- - tie ! Lord of Hosts ! Let me conquer or die! Let me conquer like David or die Lord’ like $sulx " y “ All were I in the woods once more a melancholy ’Child! Each flower that raised its liiiughty fieadK shpuld bo the turbaned enemy and I Yvould wave some sword of straw and find revenge in every blow that quelled their pafnitkfYpyridri “ ’Tis over now that sweet swe§t Yet prime when fancy solaced solitude Lain still alone? ButhoiV alone fJjThe madness of the past and the despair oV the future-- are hot these the choice companions of pny pleasant life ? r r “1 once remmbpiy ’wheiiu child man— to Ire a cried and nony methink I’ll sit me down aud cry to be a child Ah! tears of bliss though shed ill Badness unutterable jpys lt No more the sunshine of the breast 'succeeds' those freshening showers of grief light season of my boyish spring when care was but a mimic game and wo a 'Wild delusion! “Behold this chaplet rich and rare it3 stones might deck a tsoldan’s brow! Could I but weep for cadi bright tear could I but Weep I’d give a lhuhiuggcin for each soft sub I’d yield a lustrous ! the Alas age of tears is o’er and pearl yet— my heart is lull of care and my soul is dark with sorrow '“Why do I live? Ah! could' the thought that lurks ' within my secret heart but answer — hot the trumpet’s blast when echoing on the noisy hills could speak as loud or clear The votary of a false idea I linger in this shad-iwv- y life and feed on silent images which no eye but mine can gaze on until at length they are invested with all terrible circumstances of life and breathe and act from a stirring world of fate and Arid beauty time and death mid glory then lrom out this daz2ling wilderness Of deeds I wander forth and wake and fifed myself iu this dull house of bondage even as I do now ’Horrible! horrible! “ God of my fathers ! for indeed I daro not style thee God of their a wretched sons— yet by themepiory of Sinai let me tell thee that some of the antique blood yet beats within these pulse and there yet is one who fain would commune with thee face to lace — commune ard ! A L conquer “ And if the promise unto which wo cling be not a cheat why let him come come and come quckly for thy servant Israel Lord is now a slave so' infamous and so contemned' that so oven when our fathers ’hung Their harps by the sad 'waters 'of the Babyloiiiau ‘stream why it wero paradise again To ' wlmt we suffer “Alas! they do not suffer they' endure fcnd do not feel Or by ffiis time our shadowy cherubim would guard again the ark It is the will that is the father to the deed aud he ' who broods over some long idea however1 wild will find his dream was but the prophecy of coming ' ' fate ‘ And even now7 a v i vid ' flash ' d nri through the1 darkness of iny mind— metliinks— Ah ! worst of woes to dream of glory in despair No no I live and die a most ignoble thing beauty and love and’ fame aiul mighty de£dis“th z© snails of womea acd the of mm t ' |