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In sudden marble bound : fo stood, so look'd
The heart-smote parent at this tale of death,
Half-utter'd, yet too plain. No sigh to rise,
No tear had force to flow; his senses all,
Through all their powers, fuspended, and subdued 325
To chill amazement. Silence for a space --
Such dismal silence saddens earth and íky
Ere first tlie thunder breaks-on either side


this interval severe. At lait, As from fome vifion that to frenzy fires

330 The Neeper's brain, Amyntor waking wild, A poniard, hid beneath his various robe, Drew furious forth-Me, me, he cry'd, on me Let all thy wrongs be visited ; and thus. My horrors end-then madly would have plung'd 33 The weapon's hostile point.-His lifted arm, Aurelius, though with deep dismay and dread And anguish shook, yet his superior soul Collecting, and resuming all himself, Seiz'd sudden : then perusing with strict eye,

340 And beating heart, Amyntor's blooming form; Nor from his air or feature gathering aught To wake remembrance, thus at length bespoke.

O dire attempt! Whoe'er thou art, yet stay Thy hand self-violent; nor thus to guilt, 345 If guilt is thine, accumulating add A crime that nature shrinks from, and to which Heaven has indulg'd no mercy: Sovereign Judge ! Shall man first violate the law divine, That plac'd him here dependent on thy nodig 350


His rage

Refign'd, unmurmuring, to await his hour
Of fair disinisfion hence ; fhall man do this,
Then dare thy presence, rush into thy light,
Red with the fin, and recent from the stain,
Of unrepented blood ? Call home thy sense ;

Know what thou art, and own his hand most just,
Rewarding or affli&ting-But say on.
My soul, yet trembling at thy frantic deed,
Recals thy words, recals their dire import :
They urge me on; they bid me ask no more-
What would I ask ? My Theodora's fate,
Ah me! is known too plain. Have I then find,
Good heaven! beyond all grace--But shall I blame

of grief, and in niyself admit Its wild excess? Heaven gave her to my with ; 36; That gift Heaven has resum'd: righteous in both, For both his providence be ever blest !

By shame repress'd, with rifing wonder fillid, Amyntor, flow-recovering into thought, Submissive on his knee, the good man's hand Grasp'd close, and bore with ardour to his lips. His eye, where fear, confusion, reverence spoke, Through swelling tears, what language cannot tell, Now rose to meet, now shun'd the Hermit’s glance, Shot awful at him : till, the various swell Of paffion ebbing, thus he faltering fpoke :

What halt thou done ? why fav'd a wretch unknown ? Whom knowing ev’n thy goodness must abhor. Miftaken man ! the honour of thy name, Thy love, truth, duty, all must be my foes.



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I am-Aurelius ! turn that look aside,
That brow of terror, while this wretch can say,
Abhorrent say, he is-Forgive me, heaven!
Forgive me, virtue ! if I would renounce
Whom nature bids me reverence -by her bond, 385
Rolando's fon : by your more sacred ties,
As to his crimes, an alien to his blood;
For crimes like his

Rolando's son ? Just heaven ! Ha! here? and in my power ? A war of thoughts, 390 All terrible arising, thakes my

frame With doubtful conflict. By one stroke to reach The father's heart, though seas are spread between, Were great revenge !-Away : revenge? on whom? Alas! on my own soul; by rage betray'd 395 Ev'n to the crime my reason most condemns In him who ruin'd me. Deep-mov'd he spoke ; And his own poniard o'er the prostrate youth Suspended held. But, as the welcome blow, With arms display'd, Amyntor seem'd to court, 400 Behold, in sudden confluence gathering round The natives stood; whom kindness hither drew, The man unknown, with each relieving aid Of love and care, as ancient rites ordain, To succour and to serve. Before then came 405 Montano, venerable sage, whose head The hand of time with twenty winters' snow Had shower'd ; and to whose intellectual eye Futurity, behind her cloudy veil, Stands in fair light disclos'd. Him, after pause, 410



Aurelius drew apart, and in his care
Amyntor plac'd ; to lodge him and secure;
To save him from himfelf, as one, with grief
Tempeituous, and with rage, diftemper’d deep,
This done, nor waiting for reply, alone
He fought the vale, and his calm cottage gain do


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WHERE Kilda's southern hills their fummit lift

With triple fork to heaven, the mounted sun Full, from the midmost, shot in dazzling stream His noon-tide ray. And now, in lowing train, Were feen flow-pacing westward o'er the vale 5 The milky mothers, foot pursuing foot, And nodding as they move; their oozy meal, The bitter healthful herbage of the shore, Around its rocks to graze : * for, strange to tell! The hour of ebb, though ever varying found, As yon pale planet wheels from day to day Her course inconftant, their fure instinct feels, Intelligent of times; by heaven's own hand,


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* The cows often feed on the alga marina : and they can distinguish exactly the tide of ebb from the tide of flood; though, at the same time, they are not within view of the thore. When the tide has ebbed about two hours, then they steer their course directly to the nearest thore, in their usual order, one after another. I had occasion to make this observation thirteen times in one week. Martin's Western Illes of Scotland, p. 156.



To all its creatures equal in its care,
Unerring mov’d. These signs observ'd, that guide is
To labour and repose a simple race,
These native signs to due repast at noon,
Frugal and plain, had warn’d. the temperate ille :
All but Aurelius. He, unhappy many
By nature's voice solicited in vain,
Nor hour observ’d, nor due repast partook.
The child no more! the mother's fate untold !
Both in black prospect rising to his eyem
'Twas anguish there; 'twas here distracting doubt!
Yet, after long and painful conflict borne, 25
Where nature, reason, oft the doubtful scale
Inclin’d alternate, fummoning each aid-
That virtue lends, and o’er each thought infirm
Superior rising, in the might of Him,
Who strength from weakness, as from-darkness light, 300
Onnipotent can draw; again resign'd,
Again he sacrific'd, to heaven's high will;
Each foothing weakness of a parent's breast;
The figh soft memory prompts ; the tender tear,
That, streaming o'er an object lov’d and lost,

With mournful magic tortures and delights,
Relieves us, while its sweet oppression loads,
And, by admitting, blunts the sting of woe.

As reason thus the mental storm seren'd,
And through the darkness shot her sun-bright ray
That strengthens while it chears ; behold from far
Amyntor flow-approaching ! on his front,
O’er each sunk feature forrow had diffus'd



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