Nay, we must travel in another path,

Or we 're stuck fast for ever;-passion, then,

Shall be a unit for us; proof,

- no, passion!

We'll not insult thy majesty by time,

-

Person, and place, the where, the when, the how,
And all particulars that dull brains require
To constitute the spiritless shape of Fact,
They bow to, calling the idol, Demonstration.
A whipping to the Moralists who preach
That misery is a sacred thing: for me,
I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man,
Nor any half so sure. This stripling's mind
Is shaken till the dregs float on the surface;
And, in the storm and anguish of the heart,
He talks of a transition in his soul,

And dreams that he is happy. We dissect
The senseless body, and why not the mind? -

These are strange sights, - the mind of man, up

turned,

Is in all natures a strange spectacle;

In some a hideous one hem! shall I stop?

No. Thoughts and feelings will sink deep, but

-

then

They have no substance. Pass but a few minutes, And something shall be done which Memory May touch, whene'er her vassals are at work.

Enter MARMADUKE, from behind.

Osw. (turning to meet him.)

my peace

But listen, for

Mar.

Why, I believe you.

Osw. But hear the proofs

Mar.

Ay, prove that, when two peas

Lie snugly in a pod, the pod must then

Be larger than the peas, - prove this,—'t were

matter

Worthy the hearing. Fool was I to dream

It ever could be otherwise!

Osw.

Last night

When I returned with water from the brook,

I overheard the villains,

Like red-hot iron burnt into

every word

my heart.

The blind man

Said one, "It is agreed on.
Shall feign a sudden illness, and the girl,
Who on her journey must proceed alone,
Under pretence of violence, be seized.
She is," continued the detested slave,

"She is right willing,-strange if she were not! They say, Lord Clifford is a savage man; But, faith, to see him in his silken tunic, Fitting his low voice to the minstrel's harp, There's witchery in 't. I never knew a maid That could withstand it. True," continued he, "When we arranged the affair, she wept a little. (Not the less welcome to my Lord for that,) And said, 'My father, he will have it so.'' Mar. I am your hearer.

Osw.

This I caught, and more

That may not be retold to any ear.

The obstinate bolt of a small iron door

Detained them near the gateway of the Castle,
By a dim lantern's light I saw that wreaths
Of flowers were in their hands, as if designed
For festive decoration; and they said,

With brutal laughter and most foul allusion,

That they should share the banquet with their

How you would be disturbed by this dire news, And therefore chose this solitary Moor,

Here to impart the tale, of which, last night,

I strove to ease my mind, when our two com⚫rades,

Commissioned by the Band, burst in upon us. Mar. Last night, when moved to lift the aveng ing steel,

I did believe all things werè shadows, yea,
Living or dead, all things were bodiless,

Or but the mutual mockeries of body,

Till that same star summoned me back again.
Now I could laugh till my ribs ached.

O fool.
To let a creed, built in the heart of things,
Dissolve before a twinkling atom! - Oswald,
I could fetch lessons out of wiser schools

Than you have entered, were it worth the pains.
Young as I am, I might go forth a teacher,
And you should see how deeply I could reason
Of love in all its shapes, beginnings, ends;

Of.moral qualities in their diverse aspects;
Of actions, and their laws and tendencies.

Osw. You take it as it merits

Mar.

One a King,

General or Cham, Sultan or Emperor,

Strews twenty acres of good meadow-ground
With carcasses, in lineament and shape

And substance nothing differing from his own,
But that they cannot stand up of themselves;
Another sits i' th' sun, and by the hour

Floats kingcups in the brook; a Hero one

We call, and scorn the other as Time's spendthrift; But have they not a world of common ground

То оссиру,

both fools, or wise alike,

Each in his way y?

Osw.

Troth, I begin to think so.

Mar. Now for the corner-stone of my philoso

phy :

I would not give a denier for the man

Who, on such provocation as this earth

Yields, could not chuck his babe beneath the chin,

And send it with a fillip to its grave.

Osw. Nay, you leave me behind.

Mar.

'That such a one,

So pious in demeanor! in his look

So saintly and so pure!

Hark'ec, my Friend,

I'll plant myself before Lord Clifford's Castle,

A surly mastiff kennels at the gate,

And he shall howl and I will laugh, a medley
Most tunable.

Osw.

In faith, a pleasant scheme; But take your sword along with you, for that Might in such neighborhood find seemly use. But first, how wash our hands of this old man ? Mar. O yes, that mole, that viper in the path; Plague on my memory, him had I forgotten. Osw. You know we left him sitting, — see him yonder.

Mar. Ha ha!

Osw.

As 't will be but a moment's work, I will stroll on; you follow when 't is done.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to another part of the Moor at a

short distance. - HERBERT is discovered seated

on a stone.

Her. A sound of laughter, too!—'t is well.—
I feared

The stranger had some pitiable sorrow
Pressing upon his solitary heart.

Hush! 't is the feeble and earth-loving wind That creeps along the bells of the crisp heather. Alas! 't is cold, - I shiver in the sunshine; What can this mean? There is a psalm that

speaks

I used to sing it. Listen!- what foot is

there?