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Look on the once-loved face of Malek ATTEND. Mine? Never !
Adhel

The other first shall lop it from the body. For the last time, and call him

Sal. They teach the emperor bis duty SAL. [Seizing his hand.] Brother! well; brother!

Tell them he thanks them for it. Tell them, MAL. Ad. [Breaking away.] Now call too, thy followers;

That ere their opposition reached our ears Death has not now Saladin had forgiven Malek Adhel. A single pang in store. Proceed: I'm ATTEND. Oh, joyful news ! ready.

I haste to gladden many a gallant heart SAL. Oh, art thou ready to forgive, my And dry the tear on many a hardy cheek brother-

Unused to such a visitor. (Exit.] To pardon him who found one single error, Sal. These men, the meanest in society, One little failing. 'mid a splendid throng The outcasts of the earth, by war, by nature, Of glorious qualities

Hardened and rendered callous—these who MAL. AD. Oh, stay thee, Saladin !

claim I did not ask for life: I only wished

No kindred with thee, who have never heard To carry thy forgiveness to the

grave.

The accents of affection from thy lips, No, emperor; the loss of Cæsarea

Oh, these can cast aside their vowed alleCries loudly for the blood of Malek Adhel; giance, Thy soldiers, too, demand that he who lost Throw off their long obedience, risk their What cost them many a weary hour to lives, gain

To save thee from destruction, while IShould expiate his offences with his life. I, who cannot, in all my memory, Lo! even now they crowd to view my death, Call back one danger which thou hast not Thy just impartiality. I go,

shared, Pleased by my fate to add one other leaf One day of grief, one night of revelry, To thy proud wreath of glory. [Going.] Which thy resistless kindness bath not Sal. Thou shalt not.

soothed, [Enter ATTENDANT.] Or thy gay smile and converse rendered ATTEND. My lord, the troops, assembled sweeter; by your order,

I, who have thrice in the ensanguined field, Tumultuous throng the courts. The prince's When death seemed certain,

only uttered death

· Brother!" Not one of them but vows he will not suffer. And seen that form like lightning rush The mutes have fled; the very guards rebel ; between Nor think I in this city's spacious round Saladin and his foes, and that brave breast Ciin e'er be found a hand to do the office. Dauntless exposed to many a furious blow Mi. Ad. Oh, faithful friends! [T. AT- Intended for my own, I could forget T::ND.INT.Thine shalt.

That 'twas to thee I owed the very breath

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Which sentenced thee to perish! Oh, 'tis A golden goblet from his saddle-bow shameful!

He loosed, and from his steed alighted Thou canst not pardon me?

down MAL. AD. By these tears, I can!

To wait until that fountain, trickling slow, Oh, brother, from this very hour a new,

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Shall in the end his golden goblet crown.
A glorious, life cornmences. I am all thine.
Again the day of gladness or of anguish When set beside the promise of that draught,
Shall Malek Adhel share, and oft again

How
poor

had seemed to him the costliest May this sword fence thee in the bloody wine field.

That ever with its beaded bubbles laughed Henceforth, Saladin,

When set beside that nectar more divine ! My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine for ever! “NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE." The brimming vessel to his lips at last

He raised, when, lo! the falcon on his

hand THE FALCON'S REWARD. With beak's and pinion's sudden impulse cast AN EASTERN STORY.

That cup's rare treasure all upon the sand.

Long was it ere that fountain, pulsing slow, The youthful prince, his train left all Caused once again that chalice to run o'er, behind,

When, thinking no like hindrance now to With eager ken gazed round him every way, know,

If springing well he anywhere might find. He raised it to his parched lips once more.

BENEATH the fiery cope of middle day

His favorite falcon, from long aëry flight Once more, as if to cross his purpose bent,

Returning, and from quarry struck at last, The watchful bird, as if on this one Told of the chase which with its keen de- thinglight

That drink he should not of that streamHad thus allured him on so far and fast,

intent.
Struck from his hand the

cup
with

eager Till gladly he had welcomed in his drought wing

The dullest pool that gathered in the rain ;
But such in fount of clearer wave he sought But when this new defeat his purpose

found, Long through that land of barrenness in Swift penalty this time the bird must pay : vain.

Hurled down with

upon

the

ground, What pleasure when, slow stealing o'er a Before her master's feet in death she lay.

rock, He spied the glittering of a little rill, And he, twice baffled, did meantime again Which yet, as if his burning thirst to mock, From the scant rill to slake bis thirst

Did its rare treasures drop by drop distill! prepare

angry force

cast

When, down the crags descending, of his | If Heaven did not in dearest love engage train

To dash the chalice down and mar the One cried, “O monarch, for thy life for- draught. bear!

"Alas for us if we that love are fain “Coiled in these waters, at their fountain

With wrath and blind impatience to rehead,

payAnd causing them so feebly to distill,

Which nothing but our weakness doth re.

strainA poisonous snake of hugest growth lies dead,

As he repaid his faithful bird that day; And doth with venom all the streamlet fill.”

" If an indignant eye we lift above,
To lose some sparkling goblet ill content,

, Dropped froin his hand the cup; one look he Which, but for that keen watchfulness of

love,

Swift certain poison through our veins had Upon the faithful bird before his feet,

sent.”

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. Whose dying struggles now were almost

past, For whom a better guardian had been meet,

AFAR IN THE DESERT.

FAR in the desert I love to ride Then homeward rode in silence many a

AF

With the silent bush-boy alone by my mile;

side But if such thoughts did in his bosom When the sorrows of life the soul o'ercast, grow

And, sick of the present, I turn to the past, As did in mine the painfulness beguile

And the eye is suffused with regretful tears Of that his falcon's end what man can

From the fond recollections of former years, know?

And the shadows of things that have long

since fled I said, “Such chalices the world fills

up Flit over the brain like the ghosts of the For us, and bright and without bale they dead

Bright visions of glory that vanished too A sparkling potion in a jewelled cup,

soon, Nor know we drawn from what infected Day-dreams that departed ere manhood's stream.

noon,

Attachments by fate or by falsehood reft, “Our spirit's thirst they promise to assuage, Companions of early days lost or left, And we those cups unto our death had And my native land, whose magical name quaffed

Thrills to the heart like electric flame,

seem

beest graze,

The home of my childhood, the haunts of my With the death-fraught firelock in my hand, prime,

The only law of the desert land; All the passions and scenes of that rapturous But 'tis not the innocent to destroy, tiine

For I hate the huntsman's savage joy. When the feelings were young and the world was new,

Afar in the desert I love to ride Like fresh bowers of Paradise opening to With the silent buslı-boy alone by my side, view.

Away, away from the dwellings of men, All, all now forsaken, forgotten or gone, By the wild deer's launt and the buffalo's And I a lone exile remembered of none,

glen; My high aims abandoned and good acts un- By valleys remote, where the oribi plays, done,

Where the gnoo, the gazelle and the harteAweary of all that is under the sun, With that sadness of heart which no stran- And the gemsbok and eland unhunted reger may scan

cline I fly to the desert, afar from man.

By the skirts of gray forests o’ergrown with

wild vine, Afar in the desert I love to ride

And the elephant browses at peace in his With the silent bush-boy alone by my side wood, When the wild turmoil of this wearisome And the river-horse gambols unscared in the life,

flood, With its scenes of oppression, corruption and And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will strife

In the vlei where the wild ass is drinking his The proud man's frown and the base man's fill.

fear, And the scorner's laugh and the sufferer's Afar in the desert I love to ride tear,

With the silent bush-boy alone by my side The malice and meanness and falsehood and O'er the brown Karroo, where the bleating folly

cry Dispose me to musing and dark melan- of the spring-bok's fawn sounds plaincholy;

tively, When my bosom is full and my thoughts are Where the zebra wantonly tosses his mane high,

In fields seldom cheered by the dew or the And my soul is siek with the bondsman's rain, sigh,

And the stately koodoo exultingly bounds Oli, then there is freedom and joy and pride Undisturbed by the bay of the hunter's Afar in the desert alone to ride.

hounds, There is rapture to vault on the champing And the timorous quagha's wild whistling steed

neigh And to bound away with the eagle's speed, Is heard by the fountain at fall of day,

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THOMAS PRINGLE.

OH, say, what is that thing called light

And the fleet-footed ostrich over the waste As I sit apart by the caverned stone
Speeds like a horseman who travels in haste; Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone,
For she hies away to the home of her rest, And feel as a moth in the mighty Hand
Where she and her mate have scooped their That spread the heavens and heaved the
nest,

land, Fir hid from the pitiless plunderer's view, A " still small voice" comes through the In the pathless depths of the parched Karroo. wild

Like a father consoling his fretful child, Afar in the desert I love to ride

Which banishes bitterness, wrath and fear, With the silent bush-boy alone by my side, Saying, “ Man is distant, but God is near !" Away, away in the wilderness vast, Where the white man's foot hath never

passed, And the quivered Coranna or Bechuan

THE BLIND BOY. Hath rarely crossed with his roving clan

, A region of emptiness, howling and drear,

Which I must ne'er enjoy ? Which man hath abandoned from famine and

What are the blessings of the sight? fear, Which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone,

Oh, tell your poor blind boy! With the twilight but from the old hollow

You talk of wondrous things you see, stone, Where grass nor herb nor shrub takes root,

You say the sun shines bright; Save poisonous thorns that pierce the foot,

I feel him warm, but how can he
And the bitter melon for food and drink

Or make it day or night?
Is the pilgrim's fare by the salt lake's brink;
A region of drought where no river glides, My day or night myself I make
Nor rippling brook with osier'd sides,

Whene'er I sleep or play ;
Where reedy pool nor mossy fountain,

And could I ever keep awake,
Nor shady tree nor cloud-capped mountain,

With me 'twere always day.
Is found to refresh the aching eye,
But the barren earth and the burning sky, With heavy sighs I often hear
And the blank horizon round and round,

You mourn my hapless woe,
Without a living sight or sound,

But sure with patience I can bear Tell to the heart, in its pensive mood,

A loss I ne'er can know. That this is Nature's solitude.

Then let not what I cannot have And here, while the night-winds round me

My cheer of mind destroy: sigh

Whilst thus I sing I am a king, And the stars burn bright in the midnight

Although a poor blind boy. sky

COLLEY CIBBER.

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