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believe his Elizabeth could have entertained, unless the violence of her disappointment carries a sad conviction to his bosom."
16. “What weakness, my lord?” said Elizabeth haughtily. “Would you, too, insinuate that the favor in which I held yonder proud traitor derived its source from aught—" But here she could no longer sustain the proud tone which she had assumed, and again softened as she said, “But why should I strive to deceive even thee, my good and wise servant?"
17. Burleigh stooped to kiss her hand with affection, and-rare in the annals of courts-a tear of true sympathy dropped from the eye of the minister on the hand of his sovereign.
18. It is probable that the consciousness of possessing this sympathy aided Elizabeth in supporting her mortification, and suppressing her extreme resentment; but she was still more moved by fear that her passion should betray to the public the affront and the disappointment which, alike as a woman and a queen, she was so anxious to conceal. She turned from Burleigh, and sternly paced the hall till her features had recovered their usual dignity, and her mien its wonted stateliness of regular motion.
19. She then approached Leicester, and said, with calmness, "My Lord of Leicester, rise and take up your sword. We will now hear the progress of this affair.” Then seating herself in her chair, she extorted, by successive questions, the whole history of his first acquaintance with Amy Robsart-their marriage--his jealousy-the causes which it was founded, and many particulars besides.
20. Leicester's confession, for such it might be called, was wrenched from him piece-meal, yet was upon the whole, accurate. At length, however, the haughty lord, like a deer that turns at bay, gave intimation that his patience was failing. Madam,” he said, taking care to be heard only by herself, “I have been much to blame-more than even your just resentment has expressed. Yet, madam,
let me say, that my guilt, if it be unpardonable, was not unprovoked; and that if beauty and condescending dignity could seduce the frail heart of a human being, I might plead both as the causes of my concealing this secret from your majesty."
21. The queen fixed her eyes on him while she replied, Now, by heaven, my lord, thy effrontery passes the bounds of belief, as well as patience! But it shall avail thee nothing. What ho! my lords, come all and hear the news! My Lord of Leicester's stolen marriage has cost me a husband, and England a king. His lordship is patriarchal in his tastes-one wife at a time was insufficient, and he designed us the honor of his left hand. Now, is not this too insolent,—that I could not grace him with a few marks of court favor, but he must presume to think my hand and crown at his disposal ? You, however, think better of me; and I can pity this man, as I could a child, whose bubble of soap has burst between his hands. We go to the presence-chamber. My Lord of Leicester, we command your close attendance on us."
XCIII.—DIALOGUE BETWEEN HAMLET AND
. well :
CORATIO. Hail to your lordship!
Hamlet. I am glad to see you Horatio,or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats
Hor. O, where, my lord ?
Horatio. Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Hor. Season your admiration for a while,
Ham. For heaven's love let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had those gentlemen,
Ham. But where was this?
Ham. Did you not speak to it?
My lord, I did;
'Tis very strange.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sir, but this troubles me.
We do, my lord.
My lord, from head to foot.
Hor. A countenance more
Ham. Pale, or red ?
And fixed his eyes upon you?
I would I had been there!
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
I will watch to-night;
I warrant 't will.
have hitherto concealed this sight,
XCIV.—APPEAL FOR STARVING IRELAND.
HERE lies upon the other side of the wide Atlantic a
beautiful island, famous in story and in song. Its area is not so great as that of the State of Louisiana, while its population is almost half that of the Union. It has given to the world more than its share of genius and of greatness. It has been prolific in statesmen, warriors, and poets. Its brave and generous sons have fought successfully all battles but their own. In wit and humor it has no equal; while its harp, like its history, moves to tears by its sweet but melancholy pathos.
2. Into this fair region God has seen fit to send the most terrible of all those fearful ministers that fulfil his inscrutable decrees. The earth has failed to give her increase. The common mother has forgotten her offspring, and she no longer affords them their accustomed nourishment. Famine, gaunt and ghastly Famine, has seized a naticn with its strangling grasp. Unhappy Ireland, in the sad woes of the present, forgets, for a moment, the gloomy history of the past.
3. Oh! it is terrible that, in this beautiful world, which the good God has given us, and in which there is plenty for all, men should die of starvation! When a man dies of disease, he, it is true, endures the pain. But around his pillow are gathered sympathizing friends, who, if they cannot keep back the deadly messenger, cover his face, and conceal the horrors of his visage, as he delivers his stern