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tears,

It overwhelms me with a flood of thoughts, I struck my hand against my soldier's mail,
Of happy thoughts.

And cried, “ This faith is worthy of a man!" Fath. Thanks be to God that thou dost feel it Cor. Our best philosophers have raised their so!

thoughts Cor. I am most thankful for the words of power To one great universal Lord of all, Which from thy gifted lips and sacred Scripture Lord e'en of Jove himself and all the gods; I have received. What feelings they have raised! But who dost feel for that high, distant Essence O what a range of thought given to the mind! A warmer sentiment than deep submission ? And to the soul what loftiness of hope !

But now, adoring love and grateful confidence That future dreamy state of faint existence Cling to the infinity of power and goodness, Which poets have described and sages taught, | As the repentant child turns to his sire In which the brave and virtuous pined and droop'd With yearning looks that say, “ Am I not thine ?” In useless indolence, changed for a state

I am too bold: I should be humbled first
Of social love, and joy, and active bliss,-

In penitence and sorrow, for the stains
A state of brotherhood,-a state of virtue, Of many a hateful vice and secret passion.
So grand, so purified ;-0, it is excellent !

Fath. Check not the generous tenor of thy My soul is roused within me at the sound,

thoughts : Like some poor slave, who from a dungeon issues o check it not ! Love leads to penitence, To range with free-born men his native land And is the noblest, surest path ; whilst fear Fath. Thou may’st, indeed, my son, redeem'd Is dark and devious. To thy home return, from thraldom,

And let thy mind well weigh what thou hast heard. Become the high compeer of blessed spirits. If then thou feel'st within thee, faith assured Cor. The high compeer of such _These gushing That faith, which may, even through devouring

flames, Nature's mysterious tears, will have their way. Its passage hold to heaven, baptismal rites Fath. To give thy heart relief.

Shall give thee entrance to a purer life ; Cor. And yet mysterious. Why do we weep Receive thee, as thy Saviour's valiant soldier, At contemplation of exalted virtue ?

For his high warfare arm'd. Perhaps in token of the fallen state

Cor. I am resolved, and feel that in my heart In which we are, as thrilling sympathy

There lives that faith; baptize me ere we part. Strangely acknowledges some sight and sound, Fath. So be it then. But yet that holy rite Connected with a dear and distant home,

Must be preferr'd; for lo! our brethren come, Albeit the memory hath that link forgotten : Bearing the ashes of our honour'd saints, A kind of latent sense of what we were

Which must, with hymns of honour be received. Or might have been ; a deep, mysterious token. Fath. Perhaps thou’rt right, my son ; for e'en

Enter Christians, seen advancing slowly along one of

the aisles, and bearing a large veiled urn; which they the wicked

set down near the front. They then lift off the veil Will sometimes weep at lofty, generous deeds. and range themselves round it, while one sings and Some broken traces of our noble nature

the rest join in the chorus at the end of each short Were yet preserved ; therefore our great Creator verse. Still loved his work, and thought it worth redemp

SONG tion.

Departed brothers, generous, brave, And therefore his bless'd Son, our generous master,

Who for the faith have died, Did, as the elder brother of that race,

Nor its pure source denied,

Your bodies from devouring flames to save. Whose form he took, lay down his life to save us.

Chorus. But I have read thee, in our sacred Book,

Honour on earth, and bliss in heaven, His gentle words of love.

Be to your saintly valour given! Cor. Thou hast ! thou hast! they're stirring in

And we, who, left behind, pursue my heart :

A pilgrim's weary way Each fibre of my body thrills in answer

To realms of glorious day, To the high call.

Shall rouse our fainting souls with thoughts of you. Fath. The spirit of power, my son, is dealing

Honour on earth, &c. with thee.

Your ashes mingled with the dust,
Cor. (after a pause.) One thing amazes me, yet Shall yet be torms more fair
it is excellent.

Than e'er breathed vital air,
Fath. And what amazes thee? Unbosom freely When earth again gives up her precious trust.
What passes in thy mind.

Honour on earth, &c.
Cor. That this religion which dilates our

The trump of angels shall proclaim, thoughts

With tones far sent and sweet, Of God supreme to an infinity

Which countless hosts repeal, Of awful greatness, yet connects us with him,

The generous martyr's never-fading name. As children, loved and cherish'd ;

Honour on earth, and bliss in heaven, Adoring awe with tenderness united.

Be to your saintly valour given ! Syl. (eagerly.) Ay, brave Corden'us, that same Cor. (to Father.) And ye believe those, who a thought more moved

few hours since My rude, unletter'd mind than all the rest. Were clothed in flesh and blood, and here, before us,

rison.

Lie thus, even to a few dry ashes changed,

Cor. Come, lead me, father, to the holy fount, Are now exalted spirits, holding life

If I in humble penitence may be With blessed powers, and agencies, and all From worldly vileness clear'd. Who have on earth a virtuous part fulfillid?

Fath. I gladly will, my son. The spirit of grace The dear redeem'd of Godlike love, again

Is dealing with thy spirit : be received, To their primeval destiny restored ?

A ransom'd penitent, to the high fellowship It is a generous, powerful, noble faith.

Of all the good and bless'd in earth and heaven! Syl. Did I not tell thee, as we pass'd a.ong,

Enter a CONVERT. It well became a Roman and a soldier ? Fath. Nay, worthy Sylvius. somewhat more of Whence comest thou, Fearon? Why wert thod meekness

prevented And less of martial ardour were becoming

From joining in our last respectful homage In those, whose humble Lord stretch'd forth his To those, who have so nobly for the truth hand,

Laid down their lives? His saving hand, to e'en the meanest slave

Con. I have been watching near the grated dunWho bends beneath an earthly master's rod.

geon This faith is meet for all of human kind.

Where Ethocles, the Grecian, is immured. Cor. Forgive him, father: see, he stands re

Fath. Thou say'st not so! A heavier loss than proved;

this, His heart is meek, though ardent;

If they have seized on him, the righteous cause It is, indeed, a faith for all mankind.

Could not have suffer'd. Art thou sure of it? Fath. We feel it such, my son, press'd as we are. We had not heard of his return from Syria. On every side beset with threatening terrors.

Con. It is too true: he landed ten days since Look on these ghastly walls, these shapeless pillars. On the Brundusian coast, and as he enter'd These heaps of human bones,—this court of death; The gates of Rome, was seized and dragg'd to E'en here, as in a temple, we adore The Lord of life, and sing our song of hope,

Fath. And we in utter ignorance of this! That death has lost his sting, the grave his triumph. 1 Con. He traveli'd late and unaccompanied,

Cor. O make me then the partner of your hopes! | So this was done at nightfall and conceal'd. (Taking the hand of Sylvius, and then of several

But see his writing, given me by a guard, other Christians.)

Who has for pity's sake betray'd his trust: Brave men ! high destined souls ! immortal beings! It is address'd to thee. (Giving him a paper.) The blessed faith and sense of what we are

Fath. (after reading it.) Alas, alas : it is a brief Comes on my heart, like streams of beamy light

account Pour'd from some opening cloud. O to conceive

of his successful labours in the East; What lies beyond the dim, dividing veil,

For with his excellent gifts of eloquence, Of regions bright, of blest and glorious being .

Learning, and prudence, he has made more converts Fath. Ay, when it is withdrawn, we shall behold Than all our zealous brotherhood besides. What heart hath ne'er conceiver, nor tongue could

tongne could l What can we do? He will be sacrificed : utter.

The church in him must bleed, if God so wills. Cor. When but a boy, I've gazed upon the sky, | It is a dreadful blow. With all its sparks of light, as a grand cope

Cor. (to the Convert.) I pray thee, in what prison For the benighted world. But now my fancy

is he kept ! Will greet each twinkling star, as the bright lamp Con. In Sylla's tower, that dwelling of despair. Of some fair angel on his guardian watch.

Cor. Guarded by Romans ? And think ye not, that from their lofty stations,

Con.

Yes; and strongly guarded. Our future glorious home, our Father's house,

Cor. Yet, he shall be released. May lie within the vast and boundless ken

Fath. (to Cordenius.) Beware, my son, of rash, Of such seraphic powers ?

imprudent zeal : Fath. Thy fancy soars on wide and buoyant The truth hath suffer'd much from this ; beware; wings;

Risk not thyself: thy life is also precious. Speak on, my son, I would not check thy ardour. Cor. My whole of life is precious; but this shred,

Cor. This solid earth is press'd beneath our feet, This earthly portion of it, what is that,
But as a step from which to take our flight; But as it is employ'd in holy acts ?
What boots it then, if rough or smooth it be, Am I Christ's soldier at a poorer rate
Serving its end ?--Come, noble Sylvius!

Than I have served an earthly master? No ;
We've been companions in the broil of battle, I feel within my glowing breast a power
Now be we fellow soldiers in that warfare

Which says I am commission'd for this service. Which best becomes the brave.

Give me thy blessing-thy baptismal blessing, Syl. Cordenius Maro, we shall be companions And then God's spirit guide me ! Serving God, When this wide earth with all its fields of blood, I will not count the cost but to discharge it. Where war hath raged, and all its towers of Fath. His will direct thee then, my generous strength

son! Which have begirded been with iron hosts, His blessing be upon thee Lead him, Sylvius, Are shrunk to nothing, and the flaming sun To the blest fount, where from his former sins Is in his course extinguish'd.

| He shall by heavenly grace be purified. [EXEUNT.

An ardent, strange desire, though mix'd with fear. SCENE II.--THE GARDEN OF SULPICIUs. Nay, do not smile, my father : such fair sights Enter SCLPICIUS, and Portia, with flowers in her hand.

Were seen--were often seen in ancient days;

The poets tell us so.
Por. Was it not well to rise with early morn | But look, the Indian roses I have fosterd
And pay my homage to sweet Flora? Never | Are in full bloom; and I must gather them!
Were flowers by midday cull'd so fair, so fragrant,

(Exit eagerly. With blending streaky tints, so fresh and bright. | Sul. (alone.) Go, gentle creature, thou art careSee ; twinkling dew-drops lurk in every bell,

less yet: And on the fibred leaves stray far apart,

Ah ! could'st thou so remain, and still with me Like little rounded gems of silver sheen,

Be as in years gone by '-It may not be; Whilst curling tendrils grasp with vigorous hold Nor should I wish it: all things have their season : The stem that bears them ! All looks young and She may not now remain an old man's treasure. fresh.

With all her woman's beauty grown to blossom.
The very spider through his circled cage
Of wiry woof, amongst the buds suspended,

Enter ORCERES.
Scarce seems a loathly thing, but like the small The Parthian prince at such an early hour ?
Imprison d bird of some capricious nymph.

Orc. And who considers hours, whose heart is Is it not so, my father?

bent Sul. Yes, morn and youth and freshness sweetly On what concerns a lover and a friend? join,

Where is thy daughter? And are the emblems of dear changeful days. Sul. Within yon Powery thicket, blithe and By night those beauteous things

careless ; Рот.

And what of night? | For though she loves, 't is with sweet, maiden fancy, Why do you check your words? You are not sad? | Which, not impatient, looks in cheering hope Sul. No; Portia, only angry with myself

To future years. For crossing thy gay stream of youthful thoughts | Orc.

Ay, 'tis a shelter'd passion, With those of sullen age. Away with them! | A cradled love, by admiration foster'd : What if those bright-leaved flowers, so soft and A showy, toward nurse for babe so bashful. silken,

Thus in the shell athwart whose snowy lining Are gathered into dank and wrinkled folds

Each changeful tint of the bright rainbow plays, When evening chills them, or upon the earth A little pearl is found, in secret value With broken stems and buds torn and dispersed, Surpassing all the rest. Lie prostrate, of fair form and fragrance reft

Sul.

But say'st thou nothing When midnight winds pass o'er them; be it so! Of what I wish to hear? What of Cordenius? All things but have their term.

Orc. By my good war-bow and its barbed shafts, In truth, my child, I'm glad that I indulged thee By the best war-horse archer e'er bestrode! By coming forth at such an early hour

I'm still in ignorance: I have not seen him. To pay thy worship to so sweet a goddess,

Sul. Thou hast not seen him! this is very Upon her yearly feast.

strange. Por. I thank you, father! On her feast, 'tis said, Orc. So it indeed appears.-My wayward friend That she, from mortal eye conceal'a, vouchsafes | Has from his home been absent. Yesterday Her presence in such sweet and flowery spots : There and elsewhere I sought, but found him not. And where due offerings on her shrine are laid, This morning by the dawn again I sought him, Blesses all seeds and shoots, and things of promise. Thinking to find him surely, and alone ; Sul. How many places in one little day

But his domestics, much amazed, have told me She needs must visit then!

He is not yet return'd. Por. But she moves swift as thought. The hasty Sul. Hush! through yon thicket I perceive a

zephyr That stirr'd each slender leaf, now as we enter'd, Orc. Some thief or spy. And made a sudden sound, by stillness follow'd,

Let us withdraw a while, Might be the rustling of her passing robe.

And mark his motions ; he observes us not.
Sul. A pleasing fancy, Portia, for the moment,
Yet wild as pleasing.

Enter CORDENIUS from a thicket in the back ground. Por.

Wherefore call it wild ? Cor. (after looking round him with delight.) Full many a time I've listen'd when alone

Sweet light of day, fair sky, and verdant In such fair spots as this, and thought I heard

earth, Sweet mingled voices uttering varied tones Enrich'd with every beauteous herb and flower, Of question and reply, pass on the wind,

And stately trees, that spread their boughs like And heard soft steps upon the ground; and then

tents The notion of bright Venus or Diana,

For shade and shelter, how I hail ye now! Or goddess nymphs, would come so vividly | Ye are his works, who made such fair abodes Into iny mind, that I am almost certain

For happy innocence, yet, in the wreck Their radiant forms were near me, though conceal’d of foul perversion, has not cast us off. By subtle drapery of the ambient air.

(Stooping to look at the flowers.) And 0, how I have long'd to look upon them; Ye little painted things, whose varied hues

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Charm, even to wonderment; that mighty hand That thou wilt give me Portia-thy dear Portia ?
Which dies the mountain's peak with rosy tints My fancy catches wildly at thy words.
Sent from the rising sun, and to the barb'd,

Sul. And truly too, Cordenius. She is thine, Destructive lightning gives its ruddy gleam, If thou wilt promise me to love her truly. Grand and terrific, thus adorns even you !

Cor. (Eagerly clasping the knees, and then There is a father's full, unstinted love

kissing the hands of Sulpicius.) Thanks, Display'd o'er all, and thus on all I gaze

thanks>thanks from my swoll'n, o'erWith the keen thrill of new-waked ecstasy.

flowing heart, What voice is that so near me and so sweet? Which has no words.-Friend, father, Portia's (Portia without, singing some notes of prelude,

father! and then a Song.)

The thought creates in me such sudden joy

I am bewilder'd with it.
SONG.

Sul.

Calm thy spirits.The lady in her early bower

Thou shouldst in meeter form have known it
Is blest as bee in morning flower;

sooner,
The lady's eye is flashing bright,
Like water in the morning light;

Had not the execution of those Christians
The lady's song is sweet and loud,

(Pests of the earth, whom on one burning pile, Like skylark o'er the morning cloud;

With all their kind, I would most gladly punish, The lady's smiles are smiles that pass

Till now prevented me. Thy friend, OrceresLike morning's breath o'er wavy grans.

Thou owest him thanks-plead for thee powerfully, She thinks of one, whose harness'd car

And had my leave. But dost thou listen to me? In triumph comes from distant war;

Thy face wears many colours, and big drops She thinks of one, whose martial state

Burst from thy brow, whilst thy contracted lips
Will darken Rome's imperial gate;

Quiver, like one in pain.
She thinks of one, with laurel crown'd,
Who shall with sweeter wreaths be bound.

Ore. What sudden illness racks thee?
Voice, eye, and smiles, in mingled play,

Cor. I may not tell you now: let me depart.
The lady's happy thoughts betray.

Sul. (holding him.) Thou art my promised son; Cor. Her voice indeed, and this my favourite

I have a right

To know whate'er concerns thee,-pain or pleasure. song!

Cor. And so thou hast, and I may not deceive It is that gentle creature, my sweet Portia

thee. I call her mine, because she is the image

Take, take, Sulpicius.- such withering words ! Which hath possess'd my fancy. Such vain

The sinking, sickening heart and parched mouth! thoughts

I cannot utter them.
Must now give place. I will not linger here.

Sul. Why in this agony of perturbation?
This is the garden of Sulpicius;
How have I miss'd my path? She sings again.

Nay, strive not now to speak.
Cor.

I must, I must! (Sings without, as before.),

| Take back thy proffer'd gift; all earth could She wanders fitfully from lay to lay, But all of them some air that I have praised

give;

That which it cannot give I must retain. In happy hours gone by.

Sul. What words are these? If it were possible, SONG.

I could believe thee touch'd with sorcery, The kind heart speaks with words so kindly sweet,

The cursed art of those vile Nazarenes. That kindred hearts the catching tones repeat; Where hast thou past the night? their haunts are And love, therewith his soft sigh gently blending,

near Makes pleasing harmony. Thus softly sending

Orc. Nay, nay; repress thine anger ; noble Maro Its passing cheer across the stilly main, Whilst in the sounding water dips the oar,

May not be question’d thus. And glad response bursts from the nearing shore,

Sul. He may, and shall. And yet I will not Comes to our ears the home-bound seamen's strain,.

urge him, Who from the lofty deck, hail their own land again. If he, with hand pressid on his breast, will say, Cor. O gentle, sweet, and cheerful ! form’d to be

That he detests those hateful Nazarenes. Whate'er my heart could prize of treasured love! Cor. No; though my life, and what is dearer far Dear as thou art, I will not linger here.

My Portia's love, depended on the words,

I would not, and I durst not utter them. Re-enter SULPICIus and ORCERES, breaking out upon Sul. I see it well: thou art insnared and blinded him, and ORCERES catching hold of his robe as he | By their enchantments. Demoniac power is going off.

Will drag thee to thy ruin. Cast it off ; Orc. Ha! noble Maro, to a coward turn'd, Defy it. Say thou wilt forbear all intercourse Shunning a spot of danger!

With this detested sect. Art thou a madman? Sul. Stay, Cordenius.

Cor. If I am mad, that which possesses Die
The fellest foe thou shalt contend with here, Outvalues all philosophers e'er taught,
Is her thou call'st so gentle. As for me,

Or poets e'er imagined.-Listen to me.
I do not offer thee this hand more freely

Call ye these Christians vile, because they suffer Than I will grant all that may make thee happy, All nature shrinks from, rather than deny If Portia has that power.

What seems to them the truth? Call ye them sor Cor. And dost thou mean, in very earnest mean,

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Because their words impart such high conceptions Sul. I will not betray him.
Of power creative and parental love,

Por. Then all may yet be well ; for our great In one great Being join'd, as makes the heart

gods, Bound with ennobling thoughts ? Call ye them whom Cæsar and his subject nations worship, curst

Will not abandon Rome's best, bravest soldier Who daily live in steady strong assurance

To power demoniac. That can never be Of endless blessedness? 0, listen to me!

If they indeed regard us.

Orc. Were he in Parthia, our great god, the sun, Re-enter PORTIA, bursting from a thicket close to them. Or rather he who in that star resides, Por. 0, listen to him, father!

Would not permit his power to be so thwarted, Sul. Let go my robe, fond creature ! Listen to For all the demonry that e'er exerted him!

Its baleful influence on wretched men. The song of syrens were less fatal. Charms Beshrew me! for a thought gleams through my of dire delusion, luring on to ruin,

brain, Are mingled with the words that speak their faith ; It is this God, perhaps, with some new name, They, who once hear them, flutter round destruction which these bewilderd Nazarenes adore. With giddy fascination, like the moth,

Sul. With impious rites, most strange and horriWhich, shorn of half its form, all scorch'd and

ble. shrivellid,

Orc. If he, my friend, in impious rites hath join'd, Still to the torch returns. I will not listen ; Demons, indeed, have o'er the soul of man No, Portia, nor shalt thou,

A power to change its nature. Ay, Sulpicius ; Por. O, say not so!

And thou and I may, ere a day shall pass, For if you listen to him, you may save him, Be very Nazarenes. We are in ignorance; i And win him from his errors.

We shoot our arrow in the dark, and cry, Sul. Vain hope ! vain hope! What is man's It is to wound a foe.' Come, gentle Portia ; natural reason

Be not so sad; the man thou lovest is virtuous, Opposed to demon subtlety ? Cordenius!

And brave, and loves thee well; why then despair ? Cordenius Maro! I adjure thee, go!

Por. Alas! I know he is brave and virtuous, Leave me ; why wouldst thou pull destruction on Therefore, I do despair.

Orc.

In Nero's court, indeed, On one who loved thee so, that though possess'd Such men are ever on the brink of danger, Of but one precious pearl, most dearly prized, But wouldst thou have him other than he is ? Prized more than life, yet would have given it to Por. 0 no! I would not; that were base and thee.

sordid; I needs must weep: e'en for thyself I weep. Yet shed I tears, e'en like a wayward child Cor. Weep not, my kind Sulpicius! I will leave Who weeps for that which cannot be attain'd, -thee,

| Virtue, and constancy, and safety join'd. Albeit the pearl thou wouldst bestow upon me I pray thee pardon me, for I am wretched, Is, in my estimation, dearer far

And that doth make me foolish and perverse. Than life, or power, or fame, or earthly thing.

(EXEUNT. When these fierce times are past, thou wilt, per

haps, Think of me with regard, but not with pity,

ACT III. How fell soe'er my earthly end hath been,

SCENE I.--BEFORE THE GATE OF NERO'S PALACE : For I shall then be blest. And thou, dear Portia,

GUARDS WITH THEIR OFFICERS, DISCOVERED ON Wilt thou remember me? That thought, alas!

DIPTY Dissolves my soul in weakness.

Enter to thein another OFFICER, speaking as he enters to 0, to be spared, if it were possible,

the SOLDIERS. This stroke of agony. Is it not possible,

First Offi. Strike up some sacred strain of Roman That I might yet Almighty God forgive me!!

triumph ; Weak thoughts will lurk in the devoted heart.

The Pontiff comes to meet the summond council. But not be cherish'd there. I may not offer

Omit not this respect, else he will deem Aught short of all to thee.

We are of those who love the Nazarenes. Farewell, farewell! sweet Portia, fare thee well!

Sing loud and clearly. (Orceres catches hold of him to prevent his going.) Retain me not: I am a Parthian now,

Enter PoxTIFF attended My strength is in retreat.

Exit.

SACRED HYMN BY THE SOLDIERS Por. That noble mind! and must it then be

That churf, iho bends w Jove the suppliant knee, ruin'd?

Shall firm in power and high in honour be; O save him, save him, father! Brave Orceres,

And who to Mars a soldier's homage yields, Wilt thou not save thy friend, the noble Maro?

Shall larrill'd glory reap in bloody fields; Orc. We will, sweet maid, if it be possible.

Who viue crownd Bacchus. bunteous lord, adores.

Shall gather still, unscath'd, his vintage stores ; We'll keep his faith a secret in our breasts ;

Who to lair Venus liberal offering gives, And he may yet, if not by circumstances

Enrich'd with love, and sweet affection lives. Provoked to speak, conceal it from the world.

Then, be your praises still our sacred theme, Por And you, my father)

O Venus, Bacchus. Mars, and Jove supreme !

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