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Poor Margaret's ruin is brought who has heard of his sister's shame, before the reader by the exhibition of shall be slain by Faustus, and poor bar remorse. She is represented before Margaret is brought in just in time to an image of the Mater Dolorosa, and witness his death. te hymn with which she accompanies The terrific scene which follows is ter offering is exquisitely pathetic. one of the most perilous and successful We can afford room but for one essays ever made by any dramatic
poet :"Where can I go? where can I go ?
MARGARET, among a number of people.-I moan, and moan, and moan,
Evil SPIRIT behind MARGARET. And am heartbroken."
In the next scene Mephistopheles so How changed is every thing contrives it that Margaret's brother, With thee, poor Margaret,
SERVICE-ORGAN AND ANTHEM.
QUID SUM MISER TUNC DICTURUS, QUEM PATRONUM ROGATURUS, CUM VIX JUSTUS SIT SECURUS.
Since when, still full of innocence,
And dost thou, canst thou think?
EVIL SPIRIT From thee their countenances The sons of light all turn. To reach to thee their hands Makes the pure shudderWoe!
QUID SUM MISER TUNC DICTURUS.
MARGARET (fainting) to the girl next her. Your flasket, friend.
After the murder of Margaret's brother, Faustus is hurried by Mephistopheles to a festival of witches and demons on the Hartz Mountains. This extraordinary scene, in which poets, philosophers, wizards, goblins, demons, All th' unaccomplished works of nature's hands, Abortive, monstrous, or confusedly mixed, are hurled together in wild medley, mocks any attempt at description. The fiend's design is probably to produce madness in his stupefied victim ; and how well calculated the scene is for this purpose may be judged from the following magnificent description of the tumultuous midnight march to this infernal congress, in which Mr. Anster has convinced us of capabilities in the English language of which we had no conception. He had here, too, to contend with Shelley, who, if, as we are inclined to think, he has in one or two parts of the scene surpassed our author, can, on the whole, certainly claim no more than a fair equality, and who, in the particular passage we are about to quote, though very excellent, is decidedly inferior.
That I were out of this--
CHOIR. JUDEX ERGO CUM SEDEBIT, QUIDQUID LATET ADPAREBIT, NIL INULTUM REMANEBIT.
I feel so tightened here,
Clouds frown heavily, and hearken How the wood groans as they darken, And the owls, in fear and fright At the stormy face of night, Beat the air in homeward flight; The halls of evergreen are shaking, And their thousand pillars breaking, Hearken how the tempest wrenches Groaning trunks and crashing branches, And the earth beneath is risted, And the shrieking trees upliftedBole, and bough, and blossom chcersul,
Hiile thyself—sin and shame
WITCHES IX CHORL'S.
Fair trees fall in ruin fearful ;
Distant now--now warbling nearer-How the haughty forest brothers Now all the haunted hill along Bend and tremble !-how they fall ! Streams the maddening magic song ! How they cling on one another's Arms!-each crushes each and smothers, Till, tangled, strangled, down come all ;
On to the Brocken the witches are flockAnd the wild winds through the ruin
ingAre bowling, hissing, and hallooing ! Merry meet---merry part-how they Down the valleys how they sweep,
gallop and drive, Round and round, above and under,
Yellow stubble and stalk are rocking, Rend the giant cliffs asunder,
And young green corn is merry alive. And, with shout and scream appalling,
With the shapes and shadows swimming by, Catch the mighty fragments falling!
To the highest heights they fly, How they laugh, and how they leap,
Where Sir Urian sits on bighAs they hurry off their plunder!
Troughout and about, Headlong steep and gorges deep,
With clamour and shout, Golph, and glen, and rock, in wonder,
Drives the maddening rout, Echo back the stormy thunder !
Over stock, over stone ; · List !- I thought I heard a ringing Shriek, laughter, and moan, In my ear of voices singing
Before them are blown. Above-around us—faint, now clearer,
The wind that scattered the clouds is dead,
Faustus having discovered that Mar- admission to her dungeon, and the garet is in prison and about to be ex means of effecting it himself. In the ecuted for the murder of her mother next scene he and Mephistopheles and child, an angry interview takes appear rushing on black steeds over a place between him and the fiend, wild plain where some unballowed the original prose of which, we much rites are performing. Then follows wish that Mr. Anster had, in conde- the closing, and, perhaps, the most scension to our British tastes, rendered effective scene in the whole of this in verse. Faustus insists that the fiend extraordinary drama.
We shall not shall obtain his mistress' liberation. attempt to weaken its effect by comThis Mephistopheles is unable to com ment or abridg ment. ply with, but promises to procure him
FAUSTUS (with a bunch of keys and a lamp before an iron wicket).
'Tis many a day since I have trembled thus.
My mother ! my mother !
And I woke me a wood-bird beautiful.
FAUSTUS (opening the wicket.)
[He enters. MARGARET (hiding her face in the straw of her bed.) Woe! woe! they come! they come !--death, bitter death!
Faustus (in a low voice.) Hush ! hush! 'tis I who come to rescue thee!
MARGARET (rolling herself at his feet.) Art thou a man ? Have pity upon me.
Faustus. Hush ! hush! these screams and shrieks will wake the keepers.
[He takes hold of the chains to unlock them. MARGARET (throwing herself on her knees to him.) Sarage, who gave this cruel power to thee? It is not more than midnight now_have mercy ! Is it too long a time to wait till morn ? And I am still so young--so very young ! And must I die so soon ?-and I was fairAnd I was fair, and that was my undoing. Oh, if my love were here--but he is gone-Torn is my garland-scattered all its AowersOh, do not grasp me with such violenceAh, spare me ! sure I have not injured thee : Let me not weep and pray to thee in vain ! Spare me I never saw thy face before.
Faustus (in a low tone of roice.)
That is my love's voice.
[Springs up-her irons fall off:
[Presses him to her bosom.
Oh, stay a little while-
How ! what!
And thou wilt break my chains !