1st Conf. It cannot but succeed, friends. From this palace E'en to the wood, our messengers are posted, With such short interspace, that fast as sound

Can travel to us we shall learn the event!

(Enter another Confederate.)

What tidings from Temeswar?

2nd Conf.

With one voice

Th' assembled chieftains have deposed the tyrant;
He is proclaimed the public enemy,

And the protection of the law withdrawn.

1st Conf. Just doom for him who governs without la

Is it known on whom the sov'reignty will fall?

2nd Conf. Nothing is yet decided: but report Points to Lord Casimir. The grateful memory Of his renowned father-

(Enter SAROLTA.)

Hail to Sarolta!

Lady S. Confederate friends! I bring to you a joy

Worthy your noble cause. Kiuprili lives,

And from his obscure exile hath returned

To bless our country. More and greater tidings

Might I disclose, but that a woman's voice

Would mar the wonderous tale. Wait we for him,
The partner of the glory-Raab Kiuprili;

For he alone is worthy to announce it.

(Shouts of "Kiuprili, Kiuprili," and "The Tyrant's fallen," without. Then enter KIUPRILI, CASIMIR, RUDOLPH, BATHORY, and Attendants, after the clamour has subsided.)

Kiupr. Spare yet your joy, my friends! A higher waits you: Behold, your Queen!

(Enter, from opposite side, ZAPOLYA and ANDREAS, royally attired, with GLYCINE.)

Confeds.

Comes she from heaven to bless us?

To the heavenly powers pay we our duty first;
Who not alone preserved thee, but for thee
And for our country, the one precious branch
Of Andreas' royal house. Oh countrymen,
Behold your King! And thank our country's genius
That the same means which have preserved our sove
Have likewise reared him worthier of the throne

reign

On this auspicious day, for some few hours
I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so awful
With flashing light, force wisdom on us all!
E'en women at the distaff hence may see
That bad men may rebel, but ne'er be free;
May whisper, when the waves of faction foam,
None love their country but who love their home;
For freedom can with those alone abide

Who wear the golden chain, with honest pride,

Of love and duty, at their own fireside :
While mad ambition ever doth caress
Its own sure fate in its own restlessness!

CHRISTABEL.

PART THE FIRST.

"TIs the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!--Tu-whoo!

And hark, again! the crowing cock,

How drowsily it crew.

Sir Leoline, the Baron rich,

Hath a toothless mastiff, which

From her kennel beneath the rock

Maketh answer to the clock,

Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour;

Ever and aye, by shine and shower,
Sixteen short howls, not over loud;
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.

Is the night chilly and dark?
The night is chilly, but not dark.
The thin grey cloud is spread on high,
It covers, but not hides the sky.
The moon is behind, and at the full;
And yet she looks both small and dull.
The night is chill, the cloud is grey :
"Tis a month before the month of May,
And the Spring comes slowly up this way.

The lovely lady, Christabel,

Whom her father loves so well,

What makes her in the wood so late,

A furlong from the castle gate?

She had dreams all yesternight

Of her own betrothed knight;

And she in the midnight wood will pray
For the weal of her lover that's far away.