wed; the sceptre thou hast usurped, no child of thine shall ever sway Thou wilt die a bloody death, on a lost field, and thy name shall be a by-word for týranny through future ages,my murder I forgive thee. 'Tis the only mercy I ever received at thy hand! My eyes are dim-my heart is cold—the hand of death is on it. Oh! God!- -Edward- -my mur-I come- -I come!

dered Lord

King Richard stood with folded arms, coldly gazing on the last agonies of Queen Anne, until her oppressed spirit left the world,-the tyrant then quitted the apartment.

That murder, dreadful as it was, would have been still more cruel, if it be possible, had Richard administered the poison, under the false pretence of giving his wife medicine, as was the case with Henry G. Green, who was executed at Troy, N. Y. in the autumn of 1845. How vastly important is moral education. Had the impetuosity of young Green's passions been restrained, by the conservative and redeeming influence of morality and religion, he might have participated largely in the enjoyment of the unutterable privileges of life, and the unspeakable pleasures of connubial love. To be happy, we must possess "contented minds, richly stored with knowledge, be curbed in our desires by the dictates of sound philosophy, and governed by the precepts of divine revelation.”

89. SCENE BETWEEN CAPTAIN Bertram and JACK BOWLIN.Dunlap.

Bowlin. Good day to your honor.
Captain. Good day, honest Jack.

Bowl. To day is my Captain's birth day.

Capt. I know it.

Bowl. I am heartily glad on the occasion.
Capt. I know that too.

Bowl. Yesterday, your honor broke your sea-foam pipe. Capt. Well, sir booby, and why must I he put in mind of it? it was stupid enough to be sure, but hark ye, Jack, all men at times do stupid actions; but I never met with one who liked to be reminded of them.

Boul. I meant no harm, your honor. It was only a kind of introduction to what I was a going to say. I have been buying this pipe-head and ebony-tube, and if the thing is not too bad, and my captain will take such a present on his birth day, for the sake of poor old Jack

Capt. Is that what you would be at-come, let's see.

Bowl. To be sure, it is not sea-foam; but my captain must think, when he looks at it, that the love of old Jack was not mere foam neither.

Capt. Give it here, my honest fellow.

Bowl. You will take it?

Capt. To be sure I will.

Bowl.

And will smoke with it?

Capt. That I will.

[Feeling in his pocket.

Bowl. And will not think of giving me any thing in return?

Capt. [Quickly withdrawing his hand from his pocket.] No, no,—you are right.

Bowl. Huzza! now let mother Grimkin bake her almond cakes out of her daily pilferings, and be hanged.

Capt. Fie, Jack! what's that you say?

Bowl. The truth. I have just come from the kitchen, where she is making a great palaver about "her cake," and "her cake," and yet this morning she must be put in mind that it was her master's birth day. Hang me, I have thought of nothing else this month.

Capt. And because you have better memory, you must blame the poor woman. Shame on you. Bowl. Please your honor, she is an oldCapt. Avast!

Bowl. Yesterday, she made your wine cordial of sour beer, so to-day she makes you an almond cake of— Capt. Hold your tongue, sir.

Bowl. A'nt you obliged to beg the necessaries of life, as if she were a pope or an admiral? and last year when you was bled, though she had lain up chest full upon chest full of linen, and all yours if the truth was known, yet no bandage was found till I tore the spare canvas from my Sunday shirt to rig your honor's arm.

Capt. You are a scandalous fellow; [throwing the pipe back to him,] away with you and your pipe.

Bowl. [Looking attentively at his master and the pipe.] I am a scandalous follow?

Capt. Yes.

Bowl. Your honor will not have the pipe?

Capt. No; I will take nothing from him who would raise his own character, at the expense of another old servant. [Jack

takes up the pipe and throws it out of the window.] What are you doing?

Bowl. Throwing the pipe out of the window.

Capt. Are you mad?

Bowl. Why, what should I do with. it? You will not have it, and it is impossible for me to use it, for as often as I should puff away the smoke, I should think: "Old Jack Bowlin what a pitiful scamp you must be," a man, whom you have served honestly and truly these thirty years, and who must know you from stem to stern, says you are a scandalous fellow," and the thought would make me weep like a child. But when the pipe is gone, I shall try to forget the whole business, and say to myself, "my poor old Captain is sick, and does not mean what he said."

Capt. Jack come here. [Takes his hand.] I did not mean what I said.

Bowl. [Shakes his hand heartily.] I knew it, I knew it. I have you and your honor at heart, and when I see such an old hypocritical bellwether cheating you out of your hard earned wages, it makes my blood boil

Capt. Are you at it again? Shame on you! You have opened your heart to-day, and given me a peep into its lowest hold.

Bowl. So much the better! for you will then see that my ballast is love and truth to my master. But hark ye, master, it is certainly worth your while to inquire into the business.

Capt. And hark ye, fellow, if I find you have told me a lie, I'll have no mercy on you. I'll turn you out of doors to

starve in the street.

Bowl. No, Captain, you won't do that.

Capt. I tell you I will, though. I will do it. And if you say another word, I'll do it now.

Bowl. Well, then away goes old Jack to the hospital.

Capt. What's that you say? hospital? hospital, you ras cal! what will you do there?

Bowl. Die.

Capt. And so you will go and die in a hospital, will you! Why-why-you lubber, do you think I can't take care of you, after I have turned you out of doors, hey?

Bowl. Yes, I dare say you would be willing to pay my board, and take care that I did not want in my old days, but I would sooner beg than pick up money so thrown at me.

Capt. Rather beg! there's a proud rascal!

Bowl. He that don't love me must not give me money. Capt. Do you hear that? Is not this enough to give a sound man the gout? You sulky fellow, twenty years ago, we fell into the clutches of the Algerines. The pirates stripped me of my last jacket; but you, you lubber, contrived to hide two pieces of gold in your hair, and preserved them. Half a year afterwards we were ransomed. But I must have begged my way home or starved, if [with a faltering voice] you had not shared your money with me-and now you want to die in a hospital!

Bowl. Nay, but Captain

Capt. And when my ship's crew mutinied; at the risk of his life he disclosed the plot. Have you forgotten it, you lubber?

Bowl. Well, and didn't you build my old mother a house for it?

Capt. And when we had boarded the French privateer, and the captain's hanger hung over my head, didn't you strike off the arm that was going to split my skull? Have you forgot that too? Have I built you a house for that? Will you die in a hospital now, you ungrateful dog! hey?

Bowl. My good old master

Capt. Would you have it set on my tomb stone: "Here lies an unthankful hound, who let his preserver and messmate die in a hospital," would you? Tell me, this minute, you will live and die by me, you lubber! Come here and give me your hand!

Bowl. [Going towards him.] My noble master

Capt. Avast! stand off! take care of my lame leg; yet I had rather you should hurt that than my heart, my old boy. [Shakes his hand heartily.] Now go and bring me the pipe. Stop, let me lean on you, and I will go down and get it myself, and use it on my birth-day. You would die in a hospital, would you? you unfeeling lubber!

This humorous dialogue is from Dunlap's play, called "Fraternal Discord." Captain Bertram had the gout, to which he alludes where he speaks of his lameness.

90. ALEXANDER THE GREAT AND A ROBBER.—Dr. Aikin.

Alexander. What! art thou the Thracian Robber, of whose exploits I have heard so much?

Robber. I am a Thracian, and a soldier.

Alex. A soldier? a thief, a plunderer, an assassin! the pest of the country! I could honor thy courage, but I detest and must punish thy crimes.

Rob. What have I done, of which you can complain?

Alex. Hast thou not set at defiance my authority, violated the public peace, and passed thy life in injuring the persons and property of thy fellow subjects?

But

Rob. Alexander! I am your captive; I must hear what you please to say, and endure what you please to inflict. my soul is unconquered; and if I reply at all to your reproaches, I will reply like a free man.

Alex. Speak freely. Far be it from me to take the advantage of my power, to silence those with whom I deign to con

verse.

Rob. I must then answer your question by another: How have you passed your life?

Alex. Like a hero. Ask Fame and she will tell you. Among the brave, I have been the bravest; among sovereigns, the noblest; among conquerors, the mightiest.

Rob. And does not fame speak of me too? Was there ever a bolder captain of a more valiant band? Was there ever-but I scorn to boast. You yourself know that I have not been easily subdued.

Alex. Still, what are you but a robber; a base, dishonest

robber !

Rob. And what is a conqueror? Have not you, too, gone about the earth like an evil genius, blasting the fair fruits of peace and industry; plundering, ravaging, killing without law, without justice, merely to gratify an insatiable lust for dominion? All that I have done to a single district, with a hundred followers, you have done to whole nations, with a hundred thousand. If I have stripped individuals, you have ruined kings and princes. If I have burnt a few hamlets, you have desolated the most flourishing kingdoms and cities of the earth. What is, then, the difference, but that as you were born a