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That one alone I could love more than thou, 



A miracle of capacious, gen'ral love 



To all mankind ! Oh, dear, gen'rous broterh ! 



What dost thou think ? (She falls into his arms.) 



LOPEZ. 



I trust he is not dead ! 



MARIANA. 



Dead ! No, no, no ! O no ! not dead ! 

 LOPEZ. 



Not dead ! 



MARIANA. 



No ; he doth live ! That Heaven would not permit ! 



But they have tried, Lopez ! Common night bravoes 



Would fain have spoil'd his princely form ! At night ! 



All by himself ! Oh, cruel, low-born cowards ! 



But what doth ail thee, brother ? Art thou deaf? 



Thou stand'st as cold as though I were relating 



Some tale of ordinary happening ! 



Art thou a man ? Hast thou a heart ? Or, have 



My words fused up the current of thy blood ? 



Why, your teeth should chatter! Your two fists clench !- 



Your form convulse, like ^Etna's womb in travail ! ( 



Each partic'lar hair should jostle 'gainst the other, 



In fury at the deed ! Your eyes should roll ! 



And, like a basilisk, kill me with looking ! 



LOPEZ. 



Strong joy, that my dear sister's love hath thus 

 So narrowly escaped the murd'rous stroke, 

 Doth push the feeling of revenge quite out 

 My breast ; nay, more doth even make me feel 

 A kind of gratitude unto the slaves, 

 Because their fatal aim hath missed its mark. 



MARIANA. 



Oh ! cold, soulless man ! as well might I j 



Have told my tale unto yon senseless image ! 



Feel gratitude to midnight murderers ! 



If Ferd'nand's royal arm had aimed the blow, 



In jealousy, lest that poor, unqueen'd Joan 



(Because her love hath wandered long to him) 



Might give him title to unking his brow ; 



Then might'st thou feel "a kind of gratitude," 



That powerful majesty had missed its aim ; 



So as just at that then present instant, 



T* eclipse the outbreakings of revenge. But hired 



Night-prowling, indiscriminate stabbers ! 



Why, the man 's no more mettle than an ass ! [Exit. 



Picturesque and Historical Recollections during a Tour through 

 Belgium, Germany, France, and Switzerland, in the summer of 

 r 1835. By MATTHEW O'CoNOR, ESQ. London : Orr & Co. 



THE writer of this volume is evidently a man of considerable knowledge. His 

 style is lively and energetic. He possesses what few writers possess, the 

 ability of describing every thing that comes under his notice, in so vivid a 

 style, that the reader may be said to have before him a minute, yet interesting 

 description of the varied scenery and public edifices of each town and country 

 JUNE, 1837. 2 U 



