As a triumphant banner!-Such things are Anselmo, Alas, be calm! To the same grave ye press,-thou that dost pine Raimond. Ay! Thou canst feel The calm thou wouldst impart, for unto thee By fathers with their children, bearing wreaths, VITTORIA rushes in wildly, as if pursued. Anselmo. The fugitives! What words are these ?-the sons of Sicily Vittoria. That I should say It is too true! Anselmo. And thou-thou bleedest, lady! Oh, for one moment of the thunderbolt Vittoria (after gazing upon him earnestly). Worthy the fame and blessing of all time, (She sinks back against a pillar.) Vittoria. Before the gates I stood, And in the name of him, the loved and lost, Anselmo. Yet, oh yet, It may not be too late. Help, help! Vittoria. Away! Bright is the hour which brings me liberty! (Attendants enter.) Haste, be those fetters riven!-Unbar the gates, Vittoria. Peace! heed not me, when Sicily is And set the captive free! I stood upon the walls, and watched our bands, That false Alberti led his recreant vassals Raimond. His country's curse Rest on the slave for ever! Vittoria. Then distrust E'en of their nobler leaders, and dismay, Raimond. Thou hast not named Vittoria. No! like a kingly lion in the toils, But all in vain! The few that breast the storm, (The Attendants seem to hesitate.) Who should have worn your country's diadem? (They take off Raimond's chains. He springs Raimond. Is this no dream? -Mount, eagle! thou art free!-Shall I then die, -It is e'en so!-Now for bright arms of proof, Vittoria. Away, be strong! Be-Conradin! Oh! for one hour of life Anselmo. To purer worlds Vittoria. Yes! he is there, All glorious in his beauty! Conradin ! Raimond. And I am here!-Shall there be Death parted us-and death shall re-unite! power, O God! In the roused energies of fierce despair, To burst my heart-and not to rend my chains? -He will not stay!-it is all darkness now! Anselmo. She is gone! It is an awful hour which stills the heart SCENE IV.-BEFORE THE GATES OF PALERMO. |(And he can tame the mightiest) hath subdued Voices (without). Montjoy! Montjoy! St. Den- My lips for ever-mortal shall not hear mis for Anjou! Provençals, on! Sicilians. Fly, fly, or all is lost! (Raimond appears in the gateway, armed, and Raimond. Back, back, I say! ye men of Sicily! To bleed and die in vain!-Turn, follow me! (They begin to rally around him.) Ay, this is well!-Now follow me, and charge! The Provençals rush in, but are repulsed by the Sicilians.) Montalba say-" Forgive!" (The scene closes.) (He dies.) Knows not a thought of guilt. That trait'rous plot Was mine alone. (He is led away.) Procida. Attest it, earth and Heaven! My son is guiltless!-Hear it, Sicily! [Excunt. The blood of Procida is noble still! SCENE V.-PART OF THE FIELD OF BATTLE. MONTALBA enters wounded, and supported by RAIMOND, whose face is concealed by his helmet. Raimond. Here rest thee, warrior. Montalba. Rest, ay, death is rest, -My son!-He lives, he lives!-His voice shall Forgiveness to his sire!-His name shall cast Guido. Oh, day of joy! The brother of my heart is worthy still And such will soon be mine-But, thanks to thee, The lofty name he bears. I shall not die a captive. Brave Sicilian! ANSELMO enters. Procida. Anselmo! welcome! In a glad hour we meet, for know, my son Anselmo. And victorious! by his arm Procida. How! th' unknown- Thy noble Raimond! By Vittoria's hand Procida. Now my cup Of joy too brightly mantles!-Let me press not? Anselmo, lead me to my valiant boy! Anselmo. Temper this proud delight Procida. What means that look ? He hath not fallen? Anselmo. He lives. Procida. Away, away! Bid the wide city with triumphal pomp Atone for all his wrongs! [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-GARDEN OF A CONVENT. RAIMOND is led in wounded, leaning on Attendants. Raimond. Bear me to no dull couch, but let me die In the bright face of nature!-Lift my helm, First Attendant (to Second Attendant). him to rest On this green sunny bank, and I will call With the green shining laurel, when their brows Constance. Oh! speak not thus-to die! (She attempts to bind his wounds.) Look on me, love! "Tis full of hope! and from thy kindled eye Raimond. 'Tis e'en so! Lay The parting soul doth gather all her fires [Exit Second Attendant. (To Raimond). Here gentler hands Shall tend thee, warrior; for in these retreats They dwell, whose vows devote them to the care Of all that suffer. May'st thou live to bless them! [Exit First Attendant. Raimond. Thus have I wished to die!-'Twas a proud strife! My father blessed th' unknown who rescued him, Beside me bravely struggling, called aloud, looks Around her: all her glorious hopes, and dreams The shadowy dimness of th' untrodden path Constance. Say, not vain; The dying look not thus. We shall not part! Raimond. I have seen death ere now, and known him wear Full many a changeful aspect. Constance. Oh! but none Radiant as thine, my warrior!-Thou wilt live! Raimond. Ay, gentlest love, a world Almost too fair to leave!-Yet must we tame Had fallen, like blights, upon me.-There is one,There is no home for liberty, or love, CONSTANCE enters, speaking to a NUN, who turns into another path. Constance. Oh! happy they, kind sister, Beats proudly to the last!-There are high souls Beneath these festal skies!-Be not deceived! Constance. And must this be? Heaven, thou art merciful!-Oh! bid our souls Raimond. Constance! there is strength Thy grief unmans me—and I fain would meet Young warrior, is there aught-thou here, my-It is upon me now! Thou here-and thus!-Oh! is this joy or wo? E'en on the grave's dim verge!-yes! it is joy! now Constance. I will be calm. Let thy head rest upon my bosom, Raimond, PROCIDA and ANSELMO enter. PROCIDA on seeing | From which the eye doth radiantly unclose: RAIMOND starts back. Anselmo. Lift up thy head, Brave youth, exultingly! for lo! thine hour Raimond. 'Tis enough! Rejoice, To thy breast Fold me yet closer, for an icy dart Hath touched my veins. (He sinks back.) Constance. And must thou leave me, Raimond? Alas! thine eye grows dim-Its wandering glance Is full of dreams. Raimond. Haste, haste, and tell my father I was no traitor! Procida (rushing forward). To that father's heart Return, forgiving all thy wrongs, return! not meet Bow down thy soul, for earthly hope is o'er! (The music continues approaching. Guido enters, with Citizens and Soldiers.) Guido. The shrines are decked, the festive torches blaze Where is our brave deliverer?-We are come Anselmo. Ye come too late. The voice of human praise doth send no echo Procida (after a pause). Is this dust I look on-Raimond!-'tis but sleep-a smile Constance (starting). Art thou his father? I know thee now.-Hence! with thy dark stern eye, And thy cold heart!-Thou canst not wake him He knew thy heart-but who shall tell him now To force an answer from the viewless world Of the departed?-Raimond!-Speak! forgive! The mightiest hearts!-My son! my son! is this (He throws himself upon the body of Raimond). [Curtain falls. The League of the Alps, OR THE MEETING ON THE FIELD OF GRÜTLI. ADVERTISEMENT. Whose pealing echoes through the larch-woods borne, To the low cabins of the glens made known By cliff and pine-bridge, to their place of rest; It was in the year 1308, that the Swiss rose against the tyranny of the Bailiffs appointed over them by Albert of Austria. The field called the Grütli, at the foot of the Seelisberg, and near the boundaries of Uri and Unterwalden, was fixed upon by three spirited yeomen, Walter Fürst (the And the rock-eagle couched, high on his cloudy father-in-law of William Tell), Werner Stauffacher, and Erni (or Arnold) Melchthal, as their place of meeting, to deliberate on the accomplishment of their projects. "Hither came Fürst and Melchthal, along secret paths over the heights, and Stauffacher in his boat across the Lake of the Four Cantons. On the night preceding the 11th of November, 1307, they met here, each with ten associates, men of approved worth; and while at this solemn hour they were wrapt in the contemplation that on their success depended the fate of their whole posterity, Werner, Walter, and Arnold held up their hands to heaven, nest. II. Did the land sleep?-the woodman's axe had Its ringing notes upon the beech and plane; wane, The night in its mid-watch; it was a time and in the name of the Almighty, who has created And o'er his white Alps moved the Spirit of the man to an inalienable degree of freedom, swore jointly and strenuously to defend that freedom. The thirty associates heard the oath with awe; and with uplifted hands attested the same God, and all his saints, that they were firmly bent on offering up their lives for the defence of their injured liberty. They then calmly agreed on their future proceedings, and for the present, each returned to his hamlet."-Planta's History of the Helvetic Confederacy. On the first day of the year 1308, they succeeded in throwing off the Austrian yoke, and "it is well attested," says the same author, "that not one drop of blood was shed on this memorable occasion, nor had one proprietor to lament the loss of a claim, a privilege, or an inch of land. The Swiss met on the succeeding sabbath, and once more confirmed by oath their ancient, and (as they fondly named it) their perpetual league.” I. 'Twas night upon the Alps.-The Senn's (1) wild horn, Like a wind's voice, had poured its last long tone, clime. III. For there, where snows in crowning glory spread, Burst in their joy of light and sound away; O'er cliffs the very birth-place of the day Oh! who would dream that Tyranny would dare To lay her withering hand on God's bright works e'en there? IV. Yet thus it was-amidst the fleet streams gushing To bring down rainbows o'er their sparry cell, Up where the sun's red fire-glance earliest fell, bell |