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(Half aside) If e'er we cast our eyes upon the past !-- Some of the finest scenes in the traElv. (Alarmed.) Hugo! why these remembran

gedy occur in the third act. ces ? -- The wife or Carlos lov'd thee ; and for this, in turn,

picions of Don Valeros are alternately Now feels the raging pangs of jralousy.

Tulled asleep and awakened again by Hugo. (In a hollow voice) To-day ?--Ay, ay !

the favourable representation he receives This day is still accursed.

of Hugo's character from the lips of the Elv. #Anxiously) To-day !What mean'st thou?

boy Otto, and the oative nobility of Hugo, Was it not the time

Hugo's dispositions as manifested in When Carlos pe ish'd

many of his own words, on the one Elv. (Covering her face) Oh, Almighty Powers!

hand ;-and by hints of the truth dark(The candles are gradually burnt out, and

er and darker every moment which (all the stage becomes obscure.)

from Hugo hiinself on the other-ill
Hugo. Remember'st thou how, in the chapel then, his anxiety is at last wrought up to a
Surrounded by the coffins of thy fathers,
We met in secret, 'mid the mouldering graves.

pitch of anguish.
Sadness without, but mutual joy within
Sow then and there-

Vol. Are you quite sure ? Elv. Hold-hold ! or thou wilt kill me.

Otto, Vay, there was ample proof. Hugo. (After a considerable pause, and at last with

Count Hugo once in public risqued his life

To save my father. superstitious terror.]

Val. Was it so? If now he were to come, at this dark hour,

Otto. Most certain. When love at last, by its own fire consumed,

Val. But bow-and where? Burntout even like those candles, laughs no more

Ofts. Now only hear my story.--In either heart-if out of these grim vaults

'Twas at a bull-fight--one of those encounters He came as a remembrancer !

Where the bull only is to be enraged Elv (Shuddering) O horrible !

Before the sport bugan, my father came, (A short stillness ; afterwards knocking at Guding some foreign ladies from above,

the door. Hugo and ELVIRA support Down to the ring below ;-where they desired each other.

Something-(I know not what to view more nearly.

There suddenly, a door by negligence Mugo. Elv. (Together.) Ha!

Left insecure, sprang open; and we heard

On every side loud screams-" The bull--the bulls This last exclamation is called out The ladies filed; and in their consternation by the entrance of the Spanish guest Lock'd up my father with the raging beast in his lofty lineaments and air, Hugo

“Where are the dogs ?-Unkennel them!" This ery

Snico-eded, -but no dogs appear'd..The monster recognis-s at once the father of the mur

Whetting his horns, with louring aspect then dered Don Carlos. The old man had Began his dread attack. Then louder screams been absent for many years in America, • He's lost ! he's gone !' with horror filled oor ears. and hearing, on his return to Spain, the

But on the instant sprung like lightning down calamitous issue of his son's life-he From liis higli seat, the Coun-

Val.(Interrupting him.) Aye-that was brave.-has come hither to see in the North the

Otto. Then drew his sword, and boldly struck the only remaining heir of his family—the beast, child of Carlos and Elvira.

Who raging turned : but that first stab was mortal;

When Hugo was assailing him again, appears, however, that far other thoughts

He fell down with an hideous roar, convulsed, have had at least as large a share in the And stretch'd ere long his stiffening limbs in death.motives of his journey. His fears had Then with loud shouts of wonder and applause been excited by the appearance of his The place resounded !

Val. But didst thou behold son's embalmed body-and an uncon

That noble feat? scious suspicion has haunted him till he

Otto. Yes, I was there. resolved to satisfy it hy seeing the bus- Val (Aside.) Aye-his band of Elvira. The confusion of Has overpowered my horrible suspicions: Hugo on hearing the narrative of Don And even in this mysterious house again Valeros—his wanderings—his purposes of such a noble Spanish deed, I thank you.

I freely breathe.-7. Otto,/ Now for your narrative —and his hopes for he says more than enough to awaken all the alarms of that

Again, when Hugo and Valeros conguilty conscience—is terrible to Elvira, and confirms too well the suspicions of this dialogue :

verse alone ;--nothing can be finer than the Spaniard.

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VOL. 6.]

Guilt ; or, the Anniversary.


Hugo. --You are a father-und you weep the loss Whose residence was there, until the king of a loved son.-I lost myself in hin!

Appointed him an office at Tortosa, Like an enchanter did that man divide me

With hospitable kindness welcomed me: Into two separate existences ;--

His house became like my paternal home; And as in hitemo in his death he proved

Mysteriously it seem'd that the same rooms The source, at once, of happiness and woe.

Which then I saw, had sheltered me in childhood :Vol. (Doubtiug and surprised.) How ?

The same ancestral portra ts frowned upon me; Huge. Once upon a time a pious knight

And faces like to them, and his, and thine, Through an enchanted forest rode, and there Had round my cradle stood. The home I sought Forgot to cross himself. Then suddenly

Was found at last;-Carlos and I were one ;A Pagan fell upon him, who displayed

His son became my child-Elvira then A form, cuirass, and helmet, like his own.

Was to me like a sister. (With painful emotion.) They fought together, (while the evening closed) Oh my Carlos ! Till, mutually, a furious encounter

Val. (Affected.) Excellent man! No-he who thus Struck lo the gronnd both visors, and with horror,

had lovel Each co.nbatant, by supernatural light,

Could not so fall! Saw his own features glaring out upon him

Hugo. (Startled.) How ?-notFrom his opponent's head-piece. And thereafter,

Val. Let me bot ytter When the light faded, the blind influences

That which even to have thought I am ashamed ! or darkness either champion impell’d

What you were to my son, be now to meTo back and hew his enemy with wounds,

A Friend! That his own limbs most painfully sustained.

Hugo. (fixing his eyes on him.) To you ? -Aye-you So, sinee my wandering steps within the house

may venture it,of Carlos brought me, I have fallen asunder

You have no tempting wife. Into two separate beings, that support

Val. (With horror, stepping back.) My lord ! A ceaseless warfare.

Hugo. (suddenly, and in a deprest tone) Judge'not ! Val. Such discourse to me

Thou art a man, composed of soul and bodyIs most obscure ; and yet thou paint'st in riddles One day, may be Haven's denizen ;-to-morrow, A not unfit resemblance of what I

The slave of hell! (Freely, and more quickly.) Myself experience in the alternate impulse

Go reckon with The Sun, Now to join hearts with thee-and now to hate thee!

That comes too near our foreheads in the south, Hugo. So have I also felt towards thee.

For the lost golden joys of InnocenceVal Which impulse

That looks unguarded, and the impulse wild Then must I follow?

of heated blood for ever has destroyed ! Hugo. (After a short silence, in a severe tone.)

(After a pause.) Now. dost thou know the knight of

whom I told, Hate me: Val. This to avert,

That in tbe gloom of an enchanted wood

Contended with himself ? Hast thou compassion Prove that thou hast not merited my hatred.

For him who loved his friend with heart sincere, Hugo. (Without looking up! Then love me!

Yet loved his friend's wife more? Or sympathy Vol. But if so, methinks, it follows,

With anguish such as mine, when I embrace
I must abhor your wife.

The widow of Don Carlos, and behold
Hugo. (Starting.) How so?-What mean'st thou?
Val. In truth, my lord, I mean that one of you,

(So it appears to my distempered brain)

His angry spectre frowning still upon me? I know not which, has been unjust to Carlos.

Val. My lord, have I received full explanation ? Huge. Indeed ! then fix the crime on me alone,

Is this then all ? Because on me thou canst avenge the wrong

Hugo. (Recollecting himself.) Yes-all that I dare With sword in hand.

tell Val. All voices plead for thee

or the sad history. That I have heard in Spain. All styled you there,

Val. (after a pause.] Spirits blest, in heaven, The Friends,

They only can be pure. I do lament Hugo. (Much moved.) Aye, so we were.--Take not, Thy sufferings, Count. May heaven in mercy judge I pray,

thee! The words in ordinary acceptation.

Hugo. (half aside.) Amen. Our lives resembled, then, two mountain streams,

Val. Your ladies come. That, singly, when they wind around the cliffs

Hugo. (suddenly.) Receive Elvira
Can scarce a fisherman's light bark sustain ;

As one who merits friendship...She is guiltless.
But, when united, they rush nobly on,
Both richer by that union, and admired

Io the same act the secret of Hugo's
By all around:-then lightly dance the waves,
Triomphant, bearing loaded ships along.

real parentage is first disclosed to him Vd. If this comparison is just, you were

in the course of a very skilfully conducIn truth most en viable. Where, and how,

ted conversation, in which he and Va. United were the streams?

leros, and Elvira, and Bertha, all bear Hugo. Bereft of parents-by no brother aidedTo goue allied-I came to Talaver,

a part--each contributing some separThe abode of many a nuble family,

ate item of knowledge.-the aggreWhere courteously I was received. Don Carlos,

gate of which, as our readers may alATHENBUM VOL. 6.

ready have suspected, amounts to noth- Woe to the eyes that found him out at last,

And cannot weep. ing less than a complete proof that the

Val. (Raising himself up with difficulty.) Cursed be Spanish lady who gave away Hugo 10 the day whose light the nortbern countess, was the wife of Thou first beheld'si-the womb that brought thee

fort! Don Valeros, and that consequently be has married the widow of bis broiher. The breasts that fed thee - Monster ! whom the north

Rear'd up for murder, and the southern heat The other, and the far more fearful Matured.-(He sinks exhausted back into a choir.) truth which is thus forced upon the Ber. (Still busied with Elvira.) Oh, had I not ut. guilty mind of Count Hugo, is already,

veiled this horror.

Hugo. Aye, this at last is consolation. Mark me! in like mapper, suspected by our rea

That which I knew alone, and which from others, ders; but nothing can surpass the man. (That so the innocent might not partake per in which the disclosure of that truth Its dread effects) with pain I have conceal'd,is wrung from the remorseful fratricide That secret was a slow and wasting fire himself in the anguish of his ungovern- Whose doors and windows all are closely barrid.

able spirit.

That raged within my breast, as in a house
But cold and heat alternate reign'd within me ;-

Contending pain and pleasure ;-for the heart Pal. Ah ! there is no doubt,

Wherein flame rages thus to cool itself 'Tis she! And, Oerindur, thy name is Otto.

By pain and pleasure strives. Even like his hound, Thou art my son !

In toil and blood the hunter finds repose.(He wishes to embrace him. Hugo resists (Breathing more freely.) Buc this is consolation :

the fierce flames him with outstretched arm, and turns

Broke forth into the day-light with the words away his face.)

Which desperately I utter'd. Now comes peace, Ber. My lord, compose yourself.

Burnt out at last, and tranquil stands the ruin! The whole affair is clear.

Elv. (Who has raised herself up in the armu Hugo. (in a hellow voice.) Clear !.-- Aye, indeed.--

of Bertha.) Clear as the lurid flames of yawning bell,

Bertha ? why wilt thou not in mercy 'let That now are laughing out into the night,

My bonds of life be broken ?-(Staring forward) Rendering the footways visible whereby

Carlos' Ghost, The devil walks on earth !...

Blood-stain'd, is pointing to his wound, and now, Val. Count Oerindur!

His threatening arm is rais'd against my husbanel. 1 stand perplexed before thee

Val. Ah! 'tis too true--all direfully confirm'd! Elv. Canst thou not

The obseure presentiments that led me on Explain what moves thee thus?

Were but the longing and the natural horror Hugo. Oh, it would kill thee. Surb knowledge to contain, no mortal breast

To meet thus face to face, the murderer !-
Affords fit

Ber. Vay, speak-wit must be told.
Hugo. By dreams and gipsey prophecies, to those

The struggle of the father's feelings Who listen and believe, hell threatens danger. at last ends in his commanding his sou 'Thereby the light of reason is obscured-

to repair to Rome, and seek from the The senses all disordered ;-deeds insane Forthwith are done ; and horrid guilt incurr'd

common father of the faithful that parEven through the stratagems employed to shun it.

don which be only, as the vicar of God (Solemnly.) Mother ! before the judgment-seat, on thee upon earth, is supposed to have the Most fall a share of his foul crime. Elv (Suspecting.) Oh Heaven !

power of granting. But Bertha, who Hugo. Fly to its mercy.

is a protestant, conjures Hugo to adhere Val. (also with suspicion.) Otto--

to the faith in which he had been bred, Hugo Cain, say rather !

and not by apostacy add new guilt to Cain, the accursed. By this hand Carlos fell. his overburdened soul. Hugo exclaims (Valeros staggers, and falls into a chair. as follows, and with this the act terminBertha starts back with horror.

ates. Elv. (Who turns herself away ; her hands folded and reversed upon her forehead, and I know that words alone may not efface

I am a Christian and a man. Toa wel cries out, thinking of her dream,)

The stain of fratricide.- (Disturbed and carneatly) Tiger! (She faints.)

But to the singer
Ber. (hastening to her.) Oh God! She dies. Remains another dome ; a prouder vault
Hugo. ( Approaching Valeros slowly, with Than aught that Rome can boast! And this to al

Who trust in God, whatever be their creed,
Isopen, Proudly arch'd, and sapphire blue,

Rises this vault magnificent op bighi l-
W hom you had lost, ere he beheld his father- And there, even at the dark hour, you behold

Yon sought a son,

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VOL. 6.]
Guilt ; or, the Anniversary.

299 Pictures, with sparkling diamonds surrounded.

Throughout, the boy's character and Five of those look down on me, and present

behaviour are made to furnish a of my own life the portraiture ; for there I find a Bull; two Brothers and a Woman, point of view from wbich the whole (Sovereign in charms) an Archer and a Scorpion. scene is viewed with emotions of a naIn morning's early beams, those symbols fade, ture much opposite to the principal one And in a wide area there is risen An altar for a sacrifice. Then come

—and yet barmonizing in most delicate The pious crowd, assembling to behold

union with it-tempering it and us by (While solemn disges sound) the victim wait its tenderness—without in the least disHis final doom.-( He pauses for a moment.) Know'st thou this altar ? Fools of terror. He is a beautiful personifi

tracting our conceptions or our interest Name it a Scaffold !

(All are visibly startled. He concludes cation of the loveliness of those infant firm and rapidly.)

years—when the world, and all that it There, and only there,

inhabit, are seen through the medium of A blessing can be gain'd. The axe alone joy and confidence, and reposiug love, Can reconcile me with myself-or Heaven! and the convulsions of intellect, and

(Exit suddenly.) the storms of passion rave all around, It is in this third act that the whole bright serenity of the faith of youth

without obscuring for a moment the burning interest of the tragedy is concentrated. Here every thing is pressed

Around thee and above, together and conglomerated to bring Deep is the air and dark-substantial blackout the full measure of Hugo's guilt, and An Bbon mass-methinks thou piercest it to prepare us for the consummation of As with a wedge. But wben I look again,

There is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrinehis fearful destiny. Nor can any thing thy habitation from eternity ! be to our mind more admirable than the deep and pathetic and unfailing At the close of this act the reader power with which the poet bas extri. feels irresistibly that he stands on the cated bimself from the difficulty of threshold of some scene of visible hordrawing out of so few persons, each of ror--and that in blood alone can all them in part ignorant, a secret made up these fierce flames of polluted love and of so many minute circumstances, – guilty conscience be quenched.

It is and yet, presenting, when once revealed, clear that the moment of earthly expiasuch an easy and satisfactory fulness of tion is at hand for the sinner ; ihat effect. Above all, it appears to us that if the world could bear bin, he can there is masterly beauty in the episodic no more bear the world ;

and character of the child Otto. The boy that to die is all that remains for Hugo. moves among things of horror without Elvira also, though far less guilty than suspecting the least of that which has he, is a part of him; it is impossible to beaped so much misery on the halls of dream of those whose union has been Oerindur. His pure spirit walks un- bought at so dear a price being separacontaminated even by the dread of guilt ted from each other. They live but in amidst all the glowing embers of guilt each other's existence; they bave dared -passion--repentance-remorse --- all the scorns of the world to be united vengeance—and desired death. With -a dark necessity has interwined inexa true poetical reverence for the dignity tricably all their hopes and wishes-and of his innocence, the tragedian bas con- imperfect pleasures--and ill-concealed tinued to keep the boy clear, aod re- miseries; they are one in life--and we moved from all his most violent spec- feel, that, without a sin against nature, tacles of struggling passion ; and yet they cannot be represented as otherwise he has made a part, and that, too, a than one in their death. Clearly, howgreat part of the fatal story, to be gath- ever, as the catastrophe is foreseen, we ered from the lips of the innocent; and have no conception by what means it is besides has introduced him ever and to be brought about. And great is the anon to increase, by the contrast of his art which the poet has exhibited in unsuspecting simplicity, the terror io- bringing it about preparing the perspired by the other agents of the piece. sons themselves gradually and surely for

the issuem-and leading us also step by 'Twas this that drove me from the peaceful north step to the only position from which we into the burning clime where love is rage,

And heated blood to murder instigates. could see an entire and perfect termina

(Half aside.) Crimes whilst they but exist in tion to all the earthly darkness of their thought, are nothing : destinies.

And when in silent darkness perpetrated, The first idea of Hugo, as we have They still are nothing while the heart and lips

Can guard the seeret. seen, is to deliver himself up to justice, ( To Bertaa, with more vivacity.) and expiate bis guilt upon the scaf. Mark you !- These are snares fold; but the Spanish pride of Valeros That hell employs. Because man has the power rejects this idea with horror. Bertha In sinful thoughts to revel uncontroll'd, proposes that her brother should offer the devil draws him on to realize them;

Believing in the breast's obscurity himself to take the command of an arm- To veil his actions, as he veil'd his thoughts. arnent about to proceed against an in- Then patiently must be endur'd the load vading enemy-there to meet an hon- ' On thine own shoulders by thyself insposed. ourable death'; or,if he survives,to wash At every step thy burden ; till at last

But weaker grow thy steps ; and heavier still, out by his heroism the remembrance of The bearer's iimbs are broken, and he falls, his sids. She mentions this first to El. And tears with him to the profound abyss,

Wife ! father! [He groans deeply,] Oh! vira, who shudders at the notion of being separated from bim-even now in

Ber. (Agitated, and half aside.)

Alas ! this is beyond his despair.-In her first emotion, she The power of the physician, says to Bertha

Then comes the proposal ; it is thus Cruel woman !

that he receives it : Because he cannot wholly be thine own, Thou doo n'st him to destruction !

Ha ! gentle Dove ! Where hast thou learn'd so well Ber. (With dignity) To destruction !

What fits the ravenous vulture ? The polar star that guides the mariner,

This indeed Dies only with the world. He whom I love,

Affords the cure. I thank thee, mild physician! Dies but with me. Still cherish'd in my soul Who heal'st with fire and sword ! As in the artist's gifted mind exists The beautiful Ideal! He partakes not

(With inflamed looks.) BLOOD WILL HAVE

BLOOD ! The fate of perishable mortal frames That are desir'd...possess'duand turn'd to dustos Ber. ( agitated, and turning from him.) Only the stains, that on the picture still

Oh, heaven! Are visible, disturb imagination.

Hugo. A mang...were it a brother,...

murder'd... Therefore let Hugo go, and with the sword

Shot by a coward and insidious aim'tis nothing! Defend his country. So even in his death

Too much indeed for conscience, but too little Methinks a purer life he shall acquire !

To satisfy the cravings of an hell, Elv. (With increasing vehemence.)

Whose flames are thereby nurtured, Ay-thus proud woman! even on earth below

[With increasing effect] With mankind Thou canst belong to heaven, and contemplate

I will have bloody reckoning, even for this, The soul abstract from its corporeal frame

That I was born a man, and like to man Renown from life. I cannot !-What I lore

From innocence have fall'u, Seems indivisible, Whar1 embrace

No longer now My husband, he is all the world to me,

On single victims, but on multitudes And Bertha shall not rob me of mine empire.

My arm will bring destruction. I will sow Ber. Let him decide. I hear him now approach. The bloody fields with mingled carcases. ing.

Towns fortified the firebrands will assail,

And though the pious should implore for mercy, Hugo coides in pale and disordered ; Devote their peaceful homes to raging flames, and baving heard the proposal of Ber- That crackling flash on high, and fill the streets tha, accepts it with eagerness, but with With beat and horror. O'er the piled up dead far different views from what she had The troops, to madness rous’d up by the blood

Is the last rampart storm'd. The gutes are shatter'd. contemplated. Before this, however, of their fallin comrades, rush with shouts of triumph he bursts into a passionate lamentation Amid the lamentations ; merciless

, over the conduct of his mother-to

With female biood pollute the sacred altar; whose charge a part at least of his guilt And wheim them in the tiames.

Or, by the white hair, tender children drag should be ascribed. Bertha says, (More slowly.)-Then when the day Ber. May God forgive her errors !

of glory is conciuded, and the victor Hugo. Had thy mother

Binds up his tigers ;-when the eries of death Not told the secret, I had not been lost!...

Have pass 'd away, and night's obscurity
Conceals the ruin'd town, then lamps are kindled,

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