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“ Sweet mercy's healing balm
Is the extraction of brave spirits, which
By innate valour rarefied, enrich
With that fair gem the triumphs of success,
Whilst cowards make the victors' glory less;
Their highest flame being but dull earth,

Fir’d into tyranny." Almanzor now appeared in open rebellion, seconded by a considerable army, and surprised the castle of Alcithius, which however was soon retaken by the king, who conveyed thither his daughter and his treasures. The two armies at length prepared for battle.

« Such variety
Presents the eye with, that whilst the sad thought
Beholds them but as falling branches brought
To the decay of time, their view did bring
In all the pleasures of the checquer'd spring,
Like a large field, where being confined unto
Their sev'ral squares, here blushing roses grow,
There purple hyacinths; and near to them

The yellow cowslip bends its slender stem.”

The king made the first assault; and after those alternations of fortune which a field of battle usually displays, victory declared in favour of the rebel chief. The king, under the obscurity of night,

- When dreadful shadows had the field o'erspread,

As darkness were a hearse-cloth for the dead,” retreated to the castle of Alcithius to recruit his shattered forces, and obtain assistance from the Epirots. Almanzor pursued and invested the castle; and here he avowed his reasons for taking up arms, had at first been his love for Pharonnida; and since, in justice to his country, to prevent it from being enslaved by a foreign alliance. Provisions grew short in the garrison of Alcithius, and every hand was unnerved by want. In this extremity, the King assembling his brave band, advised them to consult their safety in Almanzor's clemency. They decidedly refused, and came to an heroical resolution to die in defence of their prince.

“ The sluggish morning, sick Of midnight surfeits, from her dewy bed

Pale and discolour'd rose.”— An alarm was sounded, but as the garrison were issuing from the portals of the castle, they met an advanced detach

ment of the Epirot army, under the command of Argalia, by whom the rebels had been driven from the field; their defeat was afterwards completed by the main body, but Almanzor escaped. The King and his army, accompanied by the Epirots, returned in triumph to Corinth, where all was joy and gaiety and pleasure. Zoranza was called away by domestic affairs, and the Princess retired to a mansion within sight of the walls of Corinth, but yet participating of all rural beauties. The landscape around the palace is designed with picturesque effect, and painted with rich and glowing colours. The scite on which it stood, was

“ Divided from th' continent, by the wide
Arms of a spacious stream, whose wanton pride
In cataracts from the mountains broke, as glad
Of liberty to court the valley, had
Curl'd his proud waves, and stretch'd them to enclose
That type of paradise, whose crown-top rose
From that clear mirror, as the first light saw

Fair Eden ʼmidst the spring of Halilah.” In this retreat, time stole away on downy feet—the cup of joy was full; but Amphibia, bent on the ruin of the two lovers, stepped in, and dashed it aside-by heightening Argalia's deserts with excessive praise, she contrived to infuse jealousy into the mind of the old King, who resolved to remove the cause of it. Pretending that he was invited by a friendly league to assist the Prince of Epirus, he conferred the command of his army on Argalia. Pharonnida having read the mandate, containing this intelligence,

- trembling fear
Plucks roses from her cheeks, which soon appear
Full blown again with anger, red and white,
Did in this conflict of her passions fight

For the pre-eminence.” Ignorant of the cause of her perturbation, Argalia endeavoured to soothe her. Here follows a scene, which, for dramatic effect, deep feeling, and tender sentiment, and for the uncontroulable and overwhelming energy of passion, cannot, we think, be exceeded in poetryPharonnida, after struggling with her grief for some time, exclaimed,

- Is thy abode
Become the parent of suspicion ? look
On this, Argalia, there hath poison took
Its lodging, underneath those flowers, whose force
Will blast our hopes--there, there, a sad divorce,

"Twixt our poor loves is set, ere we more near

Than in desires have met.” Argalia, though conscious that it was but an honorable policy to get rid of him, replied,

« This honor, which
Your royal father pleases to enrich
My worthless fortunes with, will but prepare
Our future happiness the time we spare
From feeding on ambrosia, will increase
Our wealthy store, when the white wings of peace
Shall bear us back with victory; there may,
Through the dark chaos of my fate, display
Some beam of honor ; though compar'd with thine
(That element of living flame) it shine
Dim as the pale-fac'd moon, when she lets fall
Through a dark grove her beams—thy virtues shall
Give an alarum to my sluggish soul,
Whene'er it droops thy memory controul
The weakness of my passions.—When we strive
l'th' heat of glorious battle, I'll revive
My drooping spirits with that harmony
Thy name includes—thy name, whose memory
(Dear as those relicks a protecting saint
Sends bumble vot'ries) mention'd, will acquaint
My thoughts with all that's good. Then calm again
This conflict of thy fears, I shall remain
Safe in the hail of death, if guarded by
Thy pious pray’rs—Fate's messengers, that fly
On wings invisible, will lose the way
Aim'd at my breast, if thou vouchsafe to pray
To heav'n for my protection.— But if we
Ne'er meet again-yet, Oh! yet let me be

Sometimes with pity thought on.”— Both wept; and it was some time before Pharonnida recovered strength to utter the following lines :

• Wilt, O wilt thou do
Our infant love such injury, to leave
It ere full grown? When shall my soul receive
A comfortable smile to cherish it,
When thou art gone ?-They're but dull joys that sit
Enthron'd in fruitless wishes ; yet I could
Part with a less expence of sorrow, would
Our rigid fortune only be content
With absence--but a greater punishment

Conspires against us. Danger must attend
Each step thou tread'st from hence; and shall I spend
Those hours in mirth, each of whose minutes lay
Wait for my life? When fame proclaims the day
Wherein your battles join, how will my fear
With doubtful pulses beat, until I hear
Whom victory adorns ! Or shall I rest
Here without trembling, when, lodg’d in thy breast,
My heart's expos’d to ev'ry danger that, .
Assails thy valour, and is wounded at
Each stroke that ligbts on thee--which absent I,
Prompted by fear, to myriads multiply.
* * * * * * * * * * * *

- The sea through wbich we sail
Works high with woe, nor can our prayers prevail
To calm its angry brow-the glorious freight
Of my unwelcome honours, hangs a weight
Too pond'rous on me for to steer the way
Thy humbler fortunes do ; else, ere I'd stay
To mourn without thee, I would rob my eyes
Of peaceful slumbers, and in coarse disguise,
Whilst love my sex's weakness did controul,
Command my body to attend my soul.'
Look how a bright and glorious morning, which
The youthful brow of April doth enrich,
Smiles, till the rude winds blow the troubled clouds
Into her eyes, then in a black veil shrouds
Herself and weeps for sorrow so wept both
Our royal lovers each would, and yet was loth
To bid farewell, till stubborn time enforced
Them to that task. First his warm lips divorc'd
From the soft balmy touch of hers; next parts
Their hands, those frequent witnesses o' th' heart's
Indissoluble contracts ; last and worst,
Their eyes- their weeping eyes
* * * * * * * * he is gone;

Sweet, sad Pharonnida 's left-left alone. • Not long after this tender separation, the Princess was surprized reading a letter from Argalia, by her father, who had been asleep in a neighbouring grove,

“ Where he had pluck”d from off the wings of time

Some of its softest down.”—

The king, silent with passion, for awhile regarded her ere he blamed the frailty of affection; but his anger gathering additional force by being impeded, burst forth in the following energetic lines :

_ " And must, О must that prove
My greatest curse, on which my hopes ordain'd
To raise my happiness ? Have I refrain'd
The pleasures of a nuptial bed, to joy
Alone in thee; 'nor trembled to destroy
My name, so that, advancing thine, I might
Live to behold my sceptre take its flight
To a more spacious empire ? Have I spent
My youth till, grown in debt to age, she hath sent
Diseases to arrest me, that impair
My strength and hopes e'er to enjoy an heir
Which might preserve our name : which only now
Must in our dusty annals live ; whilst thou
Transferr’st the glory of our house on one,
Which, had not I warm'd into life, had gone,
Ą wretch forgotten of the world, to th' earth
From whence he sprung? But tear this monstrous birth
Of fancy from thy soul, quick as thou'dst fly
Descending wrath, if visible—or I
Shall blast thee with my anger, till thy name
Rot in my memory; not as the same
That once thou wert behold thee, but as some
Dire prodigy, which to foreshew should come
All ills, which through the progress of my life
Did chance were sent. I lost a queen and wife,
(Thy virtuous mother) who for goodness might
Have here supplied, before she took her flight
To heaven, my better angel's place ; have since '
Stood storms of strong affliction ; still a prince
Over my passions until now, but this.
Hath prov'd me coward. Oh! thou dost amiss

To grieve me thus, fond girl.” Pharonnida clung to her father, and appealed to all his dearest and most tender feelings, but in vain — she could make no impression on him-he tore himself from her grasp, muttering threats of vengeance against Argalia. The princess, overpowered by contending feelings, sunk on the ground in a swoon. The King immediately dispatched a messenger to Zoranza, to whom he intimated that Argalia was aiming both at his crown and life, and hinting, that it was equally the interest of the Epirot, as of himself, that such a rival should be disposed of. Little was necessary to set the growing envy of Zoranza in a blaze, and he entered

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