already dried up her tears, he said with an air of very heart of him who wanders forth in solitude to

Umph!" said Charles, "I see through them now; but Love has outwitted the politician, Christina, if your father refuses to bestow you in marriage on the man of your heart, why-I will. Charles, though an uncourteous lover, is not an ungenerous friend."

The delighted pair sunk at his feet; and, with blunt good-humor, he united their hands. Then, bending over the blushing Christina, he pressed upon her snowy brow the last kiss of love he ever proffered to woman.

"Will your Majesty pardon me," whispered Christina, "for inflicting such a severe blow upon your royal cheek ?"

"Silence," returned Charles; "have I not amply revenged the injury? My bride must be wooed in the field of battle and won amid the shouts of victory!"

The following week he honored the marriage of Christina and Adolphus with his royal presence; and the SCHEMING POLITICIAN alone wore a grave countenance at the feast.

Supreme Power.

behold it-is in the contemplation of science, a cloud wrapt sphere; a world of rugged mountains and stormy deeps. We study, we reason, we cal culate. We climb the giddy scaffold of induction up to the very stars. We borrow the wings of the boldest analysis,-and flee to the uppermost parts of the creation, and then shutting our eyes on the radiant points that twinkle in the vault of night, the well instructed mind sees opening before it, in mental vision, the stupendous mechanism of the heavens. Its planets swell into worlds. Its crowded stars recede, expand, become central suns, and we hear the rush of the mighty orbs that circle around them. The bands of Orion are loosed, and the sparkling rays, which cross each other on his belt, are resolved into floods of light, streaming from system to system, across the illimitable pathway of the outer heavens.

"But in the province of geology, there are some subjects, in which the senses seem, as it were, led up into the laboratory of divine power. Let a man fix his eyes upon one of the marble columns in the Capitol at Washington. He sees there a condition of the earth's surface, when the pebbles of every size, and form, and material, which compose this singular species of stone, were held suspended in the medium, in which they are now embedded, then a liquid sea of marble, which has hardened into the solid, lustrous, and variegated mass before his eye, in the very substance of which he beholds the record of a convulsion of the globe. Let him go and stand upon the sides of the crater of Vesuvius, in the ordinary state of its eruptions, and contemplate the lazy stream of molten rocks, that oozes "It has been as beautifully as truly said, that the quietly at his feet, encasing the surface of the moun'undevoted astronomer is mad.' The same remark tain as it cools with a most black and stygian crust, might with equal force and justice be applied to the or lighting up its sides at night with streaks of lurid undevoted geologist. Of all the absurdities ever fire. Let him consider the volcanic island, which started, none more extravagant can be named, than arose a few years since in the neighborhood of that the grand and far-reaching researches and dis- Malta, spouting flames, from the depth of the sea;coveries of geology are hostile to the spirit of reli- or accompany one of our own navigators from Nangion. They seem to us, on the very contrary, to tucket to the Antarctic ocean, who finding the cenlead the inquirer, step by step, into the more imme-tre of a sinall island, to which he was in the habit diate presence of that tremendous POWER, which of resorting, sunk in the interval of two of his could alone produce and can alone account for the voyages, sailed through an opening in its sides primitive convulsions of the globe, of which the where the ocean had found its way, and moored his proofs are graven in eternal characters, on the sides ship in the smouldering crater of a recently extinof its bare and cloud-piercing mountains, or are guished volcano. Or finally, let him survey the wrought into the very substance of the strata that striking phenomenon which our author has describcompose its surface, and which are also day by day, ed, and which has led us to this train of remark, a and hour by hour, at work, to feed the fires of the mineral fountain of salubrious qualities, of a temvolcano, to pour forth its molten tides, or to com- perature greatly above that of the surface of the pound the salubrious elements of the mineral foun-earth in the region where it is found, compounded of tains, which spring in a thousand valleys. In gazing numerous ingredients in a constant proportion, and at the starry heavens, all glorious as they are, we known to have been flowing from its secret springs, sink under the awe of their magnitude, the mystery as at the present day, at least for eight hundred of their secret and reciprocal influences, the bewil-years, unchanged, unexhausted. The religious dering conceptions of their distances. Sense and sense of the elder world, in an early stage of civiliscience are at war. The sparkling gem, that glitters on the brow of night, is converted by science into a mighty orb, the source of light and heat, the centre of attraction, the sun of a system like our own. The beautiful planet, which lingers in the western sky, when the sun has set or heralds the approach of morning, whose mild and lovely beams seem to shed a spirit of tranquillity, not unmixed with sadness por far removed from devotion, into the

zation, placed a genius or a divinity by the side of every spring that gushed from the rocks, or flowed from the bosom of the earth. Surely it would be no weakness for a thoughtful man, who should resort for the renovation of a wasted frame, to one of those salubrious mineral fountains, if he drank in their healing waters as a gift from one out stretched, though invisible hand, of an every where present and benignant Power,-Edward Everett.

ORIGINAL.

Scene from the New Tragedy of

HYPOLITA, OR THE VENETIAN WIFE.

BY J. B. PHILLIPS.

WE are indebted to the kindness of Mr. Jonas | Will frighten pleasure from her rosy throne. B. Phillips, for the following scene from his new tragedy.

Act 4th, Scene 4th. The Banquet Hall of the Ducal Palace illuminated. The Doge of Venice seated on his throne, surrounded by numerous noblemen.

DOGE. Welcome, a joyous welcome to ye all;
An old man's welcome, upon whose head this day,
The frosts of seventy long winters, lie,
Is freely thine-thankful unto heaven,
Which has so long preserved his life in health,
His mind in vigor, and his ducal reign,
In peace abroad, and tranquilly at home.
Once more, he bids ye all, a joyous welcome,
Entreats ye to grant mirth, her happy sway,
And to your harmless revelry,

No limit give. (Looking around.)

We lack some noble guests,

Here are the Fronti, and the Drovetti,
But the Pacini and his peerless wife,

The noblest and the fairest dame in Venice,
Yet withold their goodly company. (music without)
That swelling strain gives note of their approach,
Rise all and welcome them, and fill a measure,
Full of gen'rous wine, to the Pacini's health.
My Lord Guiseppo, all obey but thee,
And all save thee, have fill'd their goblets up.
GUISEPPO. The wine would choke me; I cannot
bow

To such nobility; your grace must pardon me.
DOGE. Well be it so, tho' some what your refusal,
Mars our mirth.

(Enter Angelo and Hypolita.)

A welcome friends, a welcome

And a health, to the Pacini!

Lord Angelo, thou canst tell me, for in truth
My memory somewhat fails, was not
Sertorious, the Roman Patriot,
Slain by Perpenna and other traitors,
At a banquet, whereto by them, he had
Invited been? (Pause.)
I wait for your reply.

ANGELO. I crave your grace to pardon me ; I was
Which is, if my remembrance be correct,
Endeavoring to recall the story;
As you have stated; if not too bold,
May I entreat to know, what at this moment
Brought unto your mind, a tale so ancient?

DOGE. It was the subject of my dream last night,
And left a strong impression on my mind.
Which grew still stronger, when after waking,
I did again commend myself to sleep,

And dreamt that a fair hand, presented me
Upon my natal day, a floral crown ;

And as I plac'd it on my brow, an adder
Which the gaudy leaves concealed, stung me
To the brain.

But our guests grow weary;

Wine! more wine, to drown all dark remem
brances;

Will not the fair Hypolita, deign to pledge
A measure, with an old admirer of,
Her matchless charms?

HYPOLITA. Most willingly your grace
Fill me a goblet sparkling to the brim ;
And friends, let all your cups mantle with
Rosy wine, my pledge to honor; I drink
Now, to the Doge of Venice!

[Conspirators throw down their cups, and drawing their swords rush upon the Doge, who is immediately surrounded by his guards, who disguised as his attend

ANGELO. I have no terms, wherein to couch my ants have been in waiting; while the large folding doors

thanks

For such distinction, which deeply do I feel,
Is most unmerited. Joy to your grace,
Whose partiality extends such welcome,
To one so undeserving.

DOGE. A loyal subject,

And a gallant soldier, ever merits

The noblest welcome that a prince could give.
But we neglect the while, your lovely wife,
Whose presence gives our entertainment grace.
Nay, I have thrown away my years to night,
And claim to play the part of the gallant;
In proof of which, thy hand fair lady,
That I may lead thee to a seat, at once
Befitting merit so rare, and such

Exalted rank. (Leads Hypolita to the throne.)
Pray ye, be joyous friends.

Again, again, fill high! I must drown thought,
Or else a foolish dream I had last night,

instantly thrown open, discover numerous officers and guards. The conspirators are seized and disarmed.]

DOGE. Ha! Traitors!

Is your fell purpose blasted? a shield unseen,
Is thrown before me, 'gainst which, the darts
Of treason, vainly are hurl'd; hearken my friends,
Their plan was, here in my palace, on my
Natal day, and in the festive hour,
To stop the purple current of my life;

And the pledge, yet trembling on that woman's lips,
Was to have been the signal of my death!

HYPOLITA. I own it, hear all, I own the charge is

true;

Show me the traitor whose dastard soul

Betray'd us; where is he? let him come forth,
If now his own immunity is gained,

He dare confront his victims, face to face!
Where is he?

ALBERTI, (Coming forward.) Here!
HYPOLITA. Alberti?

ALBERTI. Yes, Alberti;

Who has a tale to tell these wond'ring lords,
Of a fair dame, wealthy, noble, beautiful!

The well lov'd wife of a Venetian Peer,

To rid me of this most detested rival ;
'Tis true, and swift obedience he render'd,
The deed was done, as speedily, as vengeance
Could desire; Claudia is dead, her spirit,
Cries for vengeance! Aye blood for blood! Alberti
Murdered her, his hand it was that struck the blow

Who scarce two years of wedded life had known,Not mine, and he is free!
When suddenly he died; with most indecent haste, Now all is told!
She gave her hand unto an humble youth,
Who nobly scorn'd during his master's life,
The proffered favors, of that lady fair ;
But when that master died, and she renew'd,
Her overtures of love, offered her hand,
And set before the youth's ambitious eyes,
Such golden prospects, he could not withstand,
He yielded and unconsciously became,
The husband of a murderess!

DOGE. Horror!

Fame blasted, honor lost and love despised!
And now for death, and then! ha! what is then?
I dare not think of that; to my dungeon,
To the torture; yes, give me that, the pangs
It will inflict, at least will kill reflection.
(Guards advance with chains.)
Chains! what for a woman's limbs? away!
I am your prisoner, but thus I tread
Upon these symbols of your tyranny;
(Strikes down chains.)

ALBERTI. The Lord Di Montalbano, died by You shall not hang your fetters upon me.

Angelo, nay you must not spurn me now,
It was for thee, I bartered every hope
Had I ten thousand lives, to fiercest torments,
Of bliss hereafter; it is for thee I die,
Would I resign them all, to save thy one.
I am a guilty wretch, yet spurn me not;
One word, or if not that, at least one look,
Ere we must part forever, Angelo.
ANGELO. Alas! Hypolita!
HYPOLITA. A tear? a tear,

HYPOLITA. 'Tis true; to him I did confess the And shed for me? Oh! 'tis a gracious drop,

deed;

Most subtlely he worm'd the secret from me,
For by some hellish art, he had obtain'd
Such knowledge, that to save instant shame,
By the disclosure which he threaten'd then,
I told him all, first binding him to secresy;
Which now abused, casts me forever, in
That dark abyss, from which no hand can save me.
Scorn, with her hideous smile, already
Points at me, while on my heart the ghastly fiend
Despair, fixes his deadly hold.

I know my fate;

Give me your racks, I'll teach these men, whose
lives

Now hang upon your fiat how to die;
But spare Lord Angelo, for I ensnar'd,
Betray'd him to his ruin.

ANGELO. Plead not for me;

Life is a burthen, when all is lost forever,
Which gives to life, its brightest lustre ; honor,
Fame, the hope of glory and mankind's good will,
All that man estimates as blessings, who

Is not sunk beneath the worm he treads upon.
DOGE. Away with them, the council will decide,
What fate they merit.

ALBERTI. One moment, hold!
You all remember, Claudia Orsini ?

HYPOLITA. Yes, let all be told; throw weight on
weight,

The sooner I shall sink beneath the waves
Of guilt, that bloody rise to overwhelm me.
But wo Alberti! if the dying curse,
Blight where it falls, 'twill cling to thee;
Life shall be lengthened out to thee, thou traitor,
A never-ending torment; I'll tell them,
That Claudia Orsini won his love,

For whom I first blacken'd my soul with crime.
Yon monk would tell ye, that he was employ'd,

And kneeling at thy feet, I thank thee, love,
For the kind evidence, that fallen as I am,
Thy heart can pity me. I have no tears,
The guilty have no tears; such holy dew,
Falls not upon the soil, which crime has blasted.
Speak once again, once more my Angelo,
If but to say, farewell forever.

ANGELO. Farewell, farewell forever!

[Exit. Angelo guarded—the other conspirators slowly following. Hypolita continues kneeling, gazing with fixed earnestness after them-till approached by the guard, who motions her to follow him—she rises anı follows in a proud but d jected manner. The Doge and the other characters forming a picture in the back ground.]

END OF ACT FOURTH.

Ambition.

but be satisfied with the present good which you en-
Do not aspire to things that are beyond our reach
joy. If you are actuated by a laudable ambition, let
stead of sinking below mediocrity in some other.
it be to excel in the profession you have chosen, in-

It is a common error of mankind, that they will not be persuaded that every calling or business, has its mixture of good and evil. They see the gilding of the object to which they aspire, but not the canker within. Our seeming good fortune is often envied by those who can know nothing of the anguish we endure; as we envy that of others, whose trouble and anxiety do not afflict us.

The coin that is most current among mankind is flattery; the only benefit of which is, that by hearing what we are not, we may be instructed what we ought to be.

How shall we measure life? Not by the years-readily tell how old I was-perhaps six or seven. The months—the days—the moments that we pass On earth. By him whose soul is raised above Base worldly things-whose heart is fixed in heaven

Composed and respectfully inscribed to Miss C. Watson by H. J. Trust.