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ABBOT OF SAINT >: U t.ti I .

Alas! lost mortal! what with guests like these
Hast thou to do! I tremble for thy sake;
Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?
Alt! he unveils his aspect; on his brow
The thunder-scars are graven; from his eye
Glares forth the immortality of Hell—
A vaunt!——


Pronounce—what is thy mission?




What art thou, unknown being! answer—speak!


The genius of this mortal.—Come ! 'tis time.


I am prepared for all things, but deny

The power which summons me. Who seat thee here?


Thou'lt know anon—Come! come!


I have commanded

Things of an essence greater far than thine,
And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence!


Mortal! thine hour is come—Away! I say.


I knew and know my hour is come, but apt
To render up my soul to such as thee:
Away! I'll die as I have lived—alone.

Then I must summon up my brethren.—Rise!

(Other Spirits rise up.)

Avaunt! ye evil ones!—A vaunt! I say,—
Ye have no power where piety hath power,
And I do charge ye in the name—


Old man!

We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order;
Waste not thy holy words on idle uses,
It were in vain; this man is forfeited.
Once more I summon him—Away! away!


I do defy ye,—though I feel my soul

Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye;

Nor will I hence, while I have earthly ^breath

To breathe my scorn upon ye—earthly strength

To wrestle, though with spirits; what yc take

Shall be ta'eh limb by limb.


Reluctant mortal!

Is this the Magian who Would so pervade _ .' The world invisible, and make himself

Almost our equal?—Can it be that them
Art thus in love with life 1 the very life
Which made thee wretched.'


Thou false fiend, thou IkMy life is in its last hour,—that I know, Nor would redeem a moment of that hour; I do not combat against Death, but thee And thy surrounding angels; my past power Was purchased by no compact with thy crew, But by superior science—penance—daring— And length of watching—strength of mind—and skill In knowledge of our fathers—when the earth Saw men and spirits walking side by side, And gave ye no supremacy ; I stand Upon my strength—I do defy—deny— Spurn back, and scorn ye!—


But thy many crimes Have made thee—


What are they to such as ihee? Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes, And greater criminals?—Back to thy Hell! Thou hast no power upon me, that I feel; Thou never shall possess me, that I know: What I have done is done; I bear within A torture which could nothing gain from thine: The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts— Is its own origin of ill and end— And its own place and time—its innate sense,

"When stripp'd of this mortality, derives

Wo colour from the fleeting things without;

But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy,

Born from the knowledge of its own desert.

Thou didst not tempt me, and thou could'st not tempt me;

I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey—

But was my own destroyer, and will be

My own hereafter.—Back, ye baffled fiends!

The hand of Death is on me—but not yours!

(The demons disappear.)


Alas! how pale thou art—thy lips are white—*
And thy breast heaves—and in thy gasping throat
The accents rattle—Give thy prayers to heaven-
Pray—albeit hut in thought,—but die not thus.


'Tis over—my dull eyes can fix thee not;
But all things swim around me, and the earth
Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee well—
Give me thy baud.


Cold—cold—even to the heart— But yet one prayer—alas! how fares it with thee?—


Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.

(mahfrbd expires.")


He's gone—his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight—
Whither? I dread to think—but he is gone.

Note i, page G6, line 4.

the sunbev's rays still arch
The torrent if it A the many hues of heaeen.

This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower part of the Alpine torrents : it is exactly like a rainbow, come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it :—this effect lasts till noon.

Note a, page 6y, line i5.

He vho from out their fountain dwellings raised
Eros and Antcros, at Gadara.

The philosopher lamblicus. The story of the raising of Eros and Anteros may be found in his life, by Eunapins. It is well told.

Note 3, page 78, line 19.

she replied

In fords of dubious import, but fulfltd.

The story of Pausanias, king of Sparta, ( who commanded the Greeks at the battle of Platea, and afterwards perished for an attempt to betray the Lacedemonians ) and Cleonice, is told in Plutarch's life of Cimon; and in the Lacoaics of Pausanias the Sophist, in his description of Greece.

Note 4) P3ge94, lin« '3.

the giant sons

Of the embrace of angels.

« That the Sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they were fair, » etc

« There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the Sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. »

Genesis, ch. vj. verses a and 4

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