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and very often in the night he used to rise, when he could not sleep, and work away with his chisel, having made for himself a sort of helmet, or cap, out of pasteboard, and upon the middle of this, in the top, he had his candle, so that the shadow of his body never could be thrown upon the work.

8. We have a very interesting account of the manner in which he used to work at his marble, from a French writer, who says, “I can say that I have seen Michael Angelo, when he was about sixty years of age, and not then very robust, make the fragments of marble fly about at such a rate, that he cut off more in a quarter of an hour than three strong young men could have done in an hour,-a thing almost incredible to any one who has not seen it; and he used to work with such fury, with such an impetus, that it was feared he would dash the whole marble to pieces, making at each stroke chips of three or four fingers thick fly off into the air;' and that with a material in which, if he had gone only a hair's breadth too far, he would totally have destroyed the work, which could not be restored like plaster or clay.”

9. We shall find it true that wherever there has really been grand or noble work executed by sculptors, they have been artificers as well as designers; they have done the work with their own hands, as well as imagined it in their own fancies.

CARDINAL WISEMAN.

LIX.-CATILINE AND AURELIA.

\ATILINE. I will abandon Rome,-give back her scorn ( With tenfold scorn: break up all league with her,All memories. I will not breathe her air, Nor warm me with her fire, nor let

my

bones
Mix with her sepulchers. The oath is sworn.

Aurelia. Hear me, Lord Catiline:
The day we wedded,—'tis but three short years !
You were 'he first patrician here,-and I

Was Marius' daughter! There was not in Rome
An eye, however haughty, but would sink
When I turned on it: when I pass'd the streets
My chariot wheel was follow'd by a host
Of your chief senators; as if their gaze
Beheld an empress on its golden round;
An earthly providence!

Catiline. 'Twas so !-'t was so!
But it is vanished-gone.

Aurelia. By yon bright sun!
That day shall come again; or, in its place,
One that shall be an era to the world!

Catiline (eagerly). What's in your thoughts ?

Aurelia. Our high and hurried life
Has left us strangers to each other's souls:
But now we think alike. You have a sword, -
Have had a famous name i’ the legions !

Catiline. Hush !
Aurelia. Have the walls ears ? Great Jove! I wish

they had;
And tongues too, to bear witness to my oath,
And tell it to all Rome.

Catiline. Would you destroy ?
Aurelia. Were I a thunderbolt!

Rome's ship is rotten:
Has she not cast you out; and would you sink
With her, when she can give you no gain else
Of her fierce fellowship? Who'd seek the chain
That link'd him to his mortal enemy?
Who'd face the pestilence in his foe's house?
Who, when the poisoner drinks by chance the cup,
That was to be his death, would squeeze the dregs
To find a drop to bear him company?

Catiline (shrinking). It will not come to this.

Aurelia (haughtily). Shall we be dragg’d
A show to all the city rabble ;-robb’d, -
Down to the very mantle on our backs,-
A pair of branded beggars! Doubtless Cicero-
Catiline. Curs'd be the ground he treads !

Name him no more.
Aurelia. Doubtless he'll see us to the city gates ;

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'T will be the least respect that he can pay
To his fallen rival. Do you hear, my lord ?
Deaf as the rock (aside). With all his lictors shouting,
“ Room for the noble

vagrants; all caps

off For Catiline! for him that would be consul.” Catiline (turning away). Thus to be, like the scorpion,

ringed with fire, Till I sting my own heart! (aside). There is no hope!

Aurelia. One hope there is, worth all the rest-revenge! The time is harass’d, poor, and discontent; Your spirit practiced, keen, and desperate,The senate full of feuds,—the city vexed With petty tyranny,—the legions wrong'dCatiline (scornfully). Yet who has stirred?

Woman, you paint the air
With passion's pencil.

Aurelia. Were my will a sword !
Catiline. Hear me, bold heart! The whole gross blood

of Rome
Could not atone my wrongs ! I'm soul-shrunk, sick,
Weary of man! And now my mind is fix'd
For Libya: there to make companionship
Rather of bear and tiger,--of the snake,-
The lion in his hunger,—than of man!

Aurelia. Were my tongue thunder--I would cry, Revenge!
Catiline (in sudden wildness). No more of this !

In, to your chamber, wife! There is a whirling lightness in my brain That will not now bear questioning.-Away! [Exit Aurelia. I feel a nameless pressure on my brow, As if the heavens were thick with sudden gloom; A shapeless consciousness, as if some blow Were hanging o'er my head. They say such thoughts Partake of prophecy.

[He stands at the casement. This air is living sweetness. Golden sun, Shall I be like thee yet? The clouds have past, And, like some mighty victor, he returns To his red city in the west, that now Spreads all her gates, and lights her torches up, In triumph for her glorious conqueror.

G. CROLY-adapted.

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LX-RALEIGH'S FIRST INTERVIEW WITH

THE QUEEN.

PART FIRST.

T.

HE royal barge, manned with Queen Elizabeth's watermen, ri

richly attired in the regal liveries, and having the banner of England displayed, lay at the great stairs which ascended from the river Thames, and along with it two or three other boats for transporting such part of her tinue as were not in immediate attendance on the royal person. The yeomen of the guard, the tallest and most handsome men whom England could produce, guarded with their halberds the passage from the palace-gate to the river-side, and all seemed in readiness for the queen's coming forth, although the day was yet so early.

2. Walter Raleigh caused his boat to be pulled towards a landing-place at some distance from the principal one, which it would not, at that moment, have been thought respectful to approach, and jumped on shore, followed by his cautious and timid companions. As they approached the gate of the palace, one of the sergeant-porters told them they could not at present enter, as her Majesty was in the act of coming forth.

3. "Nay, I told you as much before," said Blount; "do, I pray you, my dear Walter, let us take boat and return."

4. “Not till I see the queen come forth,” returned the youth, composedly.

5. “Thou art mad, stark mad, by the mass !" answered Blount.

6. “And thou," said Walter, "art turned coward of the sudden. I have seen thee face half a score of shag-headed Irish kernes to thy own share of them, and now thou wouldst blink and go back to shun the frown of a fair lady!”

7. At this moment the gates opened, and ushers began to issue forth in array, headed and flanked by the band of

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Gentlemen Pensioners. After this, amid a crowd of lords and ladies, yet so disposed arourd her that she could see and be seen on all sides, came Elizabeth herself, then in the prime of womanhood, and in the full glow of what in a sovereign was called beauty, and who would in the lowest rank of life have been truly judged a noble figure joined to a striking and commanding physiognomy. She leant on the arm of Lord Hunsdon, whose relation to her by her mother's side often procured him such distinguished marks of Elizabeth's intimacy.

8. Walter had probably never yet approached so near the person of his sovereign, and he pressed forward as far as the line of warders permitted, in order to avail himself of the present opportunity. His companion, on the contrary, cursing his imprudence, kept pulling him backward, tili Walter shook him off impatiently, and letting his rich cloak drop carelessly from one shoulder; a natural action, which served, however, to display to the best advantage his wellproportioned person.

9. Unbonneting at the same time, he fixed his eager gaze on the queen's approach, with a mixture of respectful curiosity, and modest yet ardent admiration, which suited so well with his fine features, that the warders, struck with his rich attire and noble countenance, suffered him to approach the ground over which the queen was to pass, somewhat closer than was permitted to ordinary spectators.

10. Thus the adventurous youth stood full in Elizabeth's eye-an eye never indifferent to the admiration which she deservedly excited among her subjects, or to the fair proportions of external form which chanced to distinguish any of her courtiers. Accordingly, she fixed her glance on the youth, as she approached the place where he stood, with a look in which surprise at his boldness seemed to be mingled with resentment, while a trifling accident happened which attracted her attention towards him yet more. strongly.

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