Enter STRANGER. Stran. Seeing a light, I e'en made bold to knock, to ask for shelter; For I have missed my way. Emma. Whence come you', friend' ↑ Stran. From Altorf. Emma. Altorf'! Any news from thence'? Stran. Ay'! News to harrow parents' hearts, and mak The barren bless themselves that they are childless! Emma. May Heaven preserve my boy! Melch. What say'st thy news? Stran. Art thou not Melchtal-he whose eyes, 'tis said, The tyrant has torn out'? Melch. Yes, friend', the same. Melch. No'; tis William Tell's. Stran. 'Tis William Tell's-and that's his wife-GoodEmma. (Rushing between him and the door.) [night. Thou stirr'st not hence until thy news be told! Stran. My news! In sooth 'tis nothing thou wouldst heed. Emma. 'Tis something none should heed so well as I! Stran. I must be gone. Emma. Thou seest a tigress, friend, Spoiled of her mate and young, and yearning for them. Don't thwart her! Come, thy news! What fear'st thou, man? What more hath she to dread, who reads thy looks, And knows the most has come? Thy news! Is't bondage'? Stran. It is. Emma. Thank Heaven, it is not death! Of one→→ Or two? Stran. Of two. Emma. A father and a son, Is't not? Stran. It is. Emma. My husband and my son Are in the tyrant's power! There's worse than that! Melch. Thy news from Altorf, friend, whate'er it is! Upon the stripling's head. Melch. My child! my child! Speak to me! Stranger, has thou killed her? No', father'. I'm the wife of William Tell; To fit a heart swelling with the sense of wrong! When makes the tyrant trial of his skill? Stran. To-morrow. Emma. Spirit of the lake and hill, Inspire thy daughter! On the head of him Who makes his pastime of a mother's pangs, Launch down thy vengeance by a mother's hand. Know'st the signal when the hills shall rise'? (To Melchtal.) Melch. Are they to rise'? Emma. I see thou knowest naught. Stran. Something's on foot! 'Twas only yesterday, That, traveling from our canton, I espied Slow toiling up a steep, a mountaineer I took the cliff; and saw its lofty top Emma. 'Tis by fire! Fire is the signal for the hills to rise! (Rushes out.) Stran. She did,- she's here again, And brings with her a lighted brand. Melch. My child, What dost thou with a lighted brand? (Re-enter EMMA with a brand.) Emma. Prepare To give the signal for the hills to rise! Melch. Where are the fagots, child, for such a blaze? Emma. I'll find the fagots, father. (Exit.) Melch. She's gone Again! Stran. She is,—I think into her chamber. Emma. (Rushing in.) – Father, the pile is fired ! Melch. What pile, my child? Emma. The joists and rafters of our cottage, father! Melch. Thou hast not fired thy cottage ?--but thou hast ; Alas, I hear the crackling of the flames! Emma. Say'st thou, alas! when I do say, thank Heaven. Father, this blaze will set the land a-blaze With fire that shall preserve, and not destroy it. (f.) Blaze on! BLAZE ON! Oh, may'st thou be a beacon To light its sons enslaved to liberty! How fast it spreads! A spirit's in the fire: It knows the work it does.-(Goes to the door, and opens it.) The land is free! Yonder's another blaze! Beyond that, shoots Another up!-Anon will every hill Redden with vengeance! Father, come! Whate'er Betides us, worse we're certain can't befall, Safe hearts and homes, husbands and children! Come,- QUESTIONS.-1. What rule for the rising inflection on father? See Note I., page 32. 2. What rule for the falling inflection on no? See rule I., page 28. LESSON XCII. HONOR A BLE, noble; illustrious IN' TEL LECT, mind; understanding. SCORE, account; motive. CLEVER, skillful; expert. So' CIAL, familiar CON FUSION, fuss; tumult Lence. 1 CRE' SUS, a very wealthy king of ancient Lydia, in Asia Minor, was born about 591 before Christ. THE RICH MAN AND THE POOR MAN. KHEMNITZER. 1. So goes the world';-if wealthy, you may call This friend, that-brother';-friends and brothers all Though you are worthless, witless,-never mind it; You may have been a stable-boy,-what then? 'Tis wealth, my friends, makes honorable men. You seek respect, no doubt, and you will find it. 2. But, if you are poor', heaven help you! though your 'Tis all in vain';-the world will ne'er inquire 8. I once saw a poor fellow, keen and clever, .4. sire Gave him a welcome'. "Strange'," cried I", "whence is it`?” He tried to introduce a social chat'; And some said by their silence,-"Better stay at home." A rich man burst the door, As Croesus' rich;-I'm sure He could not pride himself upon his wit'; What a confusion !—all stand up erect,— "Allow me, sir, the honor';"--Then a bow 5. The poor man hung his head, And to himself he said, "This is indeed beyond my comprehension:" |