objectionable to each of the others,—but have adopted a variety of punishments, and the very variety which your own collective suffrage would fix upon, I have got myself equally deep into hot water; and the grand question is now, what shall I do? If I take the course suggested by you collectively, the result is the same. I see no other way but to take my own course, performing conscientiously my duties, in their time and after their manners, and then to demand of you, and all others, the right of being sustained. Suund. (Jumping up.) Them is my sentiments, exactly. Ye see-I say-ye see-you go ahead, and-ye see—whip that little rascal of mine-ye see—just as much as you've a mind to.-(turning to the squire, who is rising,)—and you shall have this whip to do it with. (Handing it to the master.) Mr. S. Well, gentlemen, my opinion is, that we have been tried and condemned by our own testimony, and there is no appeal. My judgment approves the master; and hereafter I shall neither hear nor make any more complaints. Jonas, (turning to Jonas,) my son, if the master is willing, you may go home and tell your mother to take off those poultices, and then do you come to school and do as you are told; and if I hear of any more of your complaints, I will double the dose you may receive at school. Mrs. O'C. And sure, master, the wife of Paddy O'Clary is not the woman to resist authority in the new country; and bless your sowl, if you'll make my little spalpeen but a good boy, it's I that will kindly remember the favor, though ye make him swape until nixt Christmas. Here, Patrick, down upon the little knees of your own, and crave the master's forgiveness; for it's not Cathleen O'Clary— Mas. No, madam; that I shall not allow. I ask no one to kneel to me. I shall only require that he correct his past faults, and obey me in future. Mrs. O' C. It's an ungrateful child he would be, if ever again he should be after troubling so kind a master. St. Patrick bless ye. (Taking little Pat by the hand, they go out.) Fos. (Taking the master by the hand, pleasantly.) Sir, I hope I shall profit by this day's lesson. I have only to say, that I am perfectly satisfied we are all wrong; and that is, perhaps, the best assurance I can give you that I think you are right. That's all I have to say. Saund. Right! right! neighbor Fosdick. We are all-ye see-we are all come out on the wrong side this time; ain't we, squire? I tell ye what, Mr. Schoolmaster,-'Miah Saunders never is ashamed to back out (suits the action, &c.,) when he's wrong. I says, I-ye see 'Miah Saunders is all for good order. Whip that boy of mine-ye see-as much as you please. I'll not complain again-ye see ;-whip him-says I--ye seewhip him, and I-tell ye-if 'Miah Saunders don't back ye up-then, ye see-may I be chosen president of-Cold Water Society. (Exeunt.) THE CARDINAL'S EXCULPATION.-BULWER. Richelieu. Room, my Lords, room! The minister of France Can need no intercession with the King. (They fall back.) Louis. What means this false report of death, Lord Cardinal? Rich. Not mine :-look.elsewhere! Louis-my castle swarmed with the assassins. Buradas (advancing). We have punished them already. Huguet now In the Bastile.-Oh! my Lord, we were prompt To avenge you—we were— Rich. WE? Ha ha! you hear, My liege! What page, man, in the last court grammar Made you a plural? Count, you have seized the hireling : Sire, shall I name the master? Louis. Tush! my Lord, The old contrivance :-ever does your wit Whom Europe, paled before your glory, deems Rival to Armand Richelieu? Louis. What! so haughty! Remember, he who made, can unmake. Never! Your anger can recall your trust, To arméd thunderbolts. The Arts lay dead, Sire, I know Your smoother courtiers please you best-nor measure Myself with them,-yet sometimes I would doubt If statesmen, rocked and dandled into power, Could leave such legacies to kings! (LOUIS appears irresolute.) Baradas (passing him, whispers). But Julie, Shall I not summon her to court? Louis (motions to BARADAS and turns haughtily to the Cardinal). Enough! Your Eminence must excuse a longer audience. To your own palace :-For our conference, this is Rich. Good my liege, for Justice All place a temple, and all season, summer! you deny me justice? Saints of heaven! He turns from me! Do you deny me justice? Though loathed by Charity, might ask for justice! As men who ask man's rights! my liege, my Louis, Do you refuse me justice-audience even— In the pale presence of the baffled Murder? Louis. Lord Cardinal-one by one you have severed from ne The bonds of human love. All near and dear Marked out for vengeance-exile, or the scaffold. My closest kindred;—you would tear them from me; I Sire! -patience, Heaven! sweet Heaven! Sire, from the foot Of that Great Throne, these hands have raised aloft And worshipped by their awe-before the foot Of that high throne,-spurn you the gray-haired man, Louis. No:-when we see your Eminence in truth NOTHING IN IT-MATHEWS. Leech But you don't laugh, Coldstream! Come, man, be amused, for once in your life. Sir Charles. O, yes, I do. You don't laugh. You mistake; I laughed twice, distinctly-only, the fact is, I am bored to death. Leech. Bored? What! after such a feast as that you have given us? Look at me. I'm inspired. I'm a king at this moment, and all the world is at my feet. Sir C. My dear Leech, you began life late. You are a young fellow,-forty-five, and have the world yet before you. I started at thirteen, lived quick, and exhausted the whole round of pleasure before I was thirty. I've tried everything, heard everything, done everything, know everything; and here I am, a man of thirty-three, literally used up-completely blaze! Leech. Nonsense, man! Used up, indeed! with your wealth, with your twenty estates in the sunniest spots in England,—not to mention that Utopia, within four walls, in the Rue de Provence, in Paris. Sir C. I'm dead with ennui. Leech. Ennui ! poor Croesus! Sir C. Croesus!-no, I'm no Croesus. My father, you've seen his portrait, good old fellow!-he certainly did leave me a little matter of twelve thousand pounds a year; but, after all Sir C. O, no; there are some people who can manage to do on less-on credit. Leech. I know several. My dear Coldstream, you should try change of scene. Sir C. I have tried it. What's the use? Leech. But I'd gallop all over Europe. |