the ocean, and the mighty chain of her wealth shall be broken, with which she has so long bound the European world to her chariot-wheels, and mustered the nations, from the banks of the Tagus to the banks of the Don, to march beneath the banner of her coalitions, that then there will be no unworthy descendant to catch her mantle; and that the rich treasure of her institutions and character, instead of becoming the unrescued prey of Huns and Vandals, and whatever uncouth name of barbarism laid waste of old the refinements of the world, will be preserved, upheld, and perfected in the western world of promise. SECTION XXVIII. WALLENSTEIN-COUNT TERTSKY.....S. T. Coleridge. Wallenstein. Ir there were yet a choice! if yet some milder Way of escape were possible-I still Will choose it, and avoid the last extreme. Count. Desir'st thou nothing further? Such a way Lies still before thee. Send this Wrangel off, Forget thou thy old hopes, cast far away All thy past life; determine to commence A new one. Virtue hath her heroes too, As well as Fame and Fortune. To Vienna Hence to the Emperor-kneel before the throne; Thou did'st but wish to prove thy fealty; Thy whole intention but to dupe the Swede. Wal. For that too 'tis too late. They know too much I should but bear my own head to the block. Count. Art thou in earnest? I entreat thee! Canst thou That asks no stretch of patience, a light evil : Wal. Show me a way out of this stifling crowd, As I am capable of going. I Am no tongue-hero, no fine virtue-prattler; With hate and dread; and Friedland be redemption Count. Have ventured even this; ay, and performed it. Or without justice is not now the question— Of the power which thou possessest-Friedland! Duke! Put forth in preservation of his life? Wal. Once was this Ferdinand so gracious to me: We, like familiar friends, both at one table Have banqueted together. And is't come to this? Count. So faithfully preserv'st thou each small favour, And hast no memory for contumelies? Must I remind thee, how at Regenspurg This man repaid thy faithful services? H Thou hadst wronged, to make him great,-hadst loaded on thee, On thee, the hate, the curse of the whole world. And why? because thou hadst existed only For the Emperor. To the Emperor alone Clung Friedland in that storm which gathered round him, At Regenspurg in the Diet-and he dropped thee! He let thee fall! He let thee fall a victim To the Bavarian, to that insolent! No honest good-will was it that replaced thee, The law of hard necessity replaced thee, Which they had fain opposed, but that they could not. Nor yet to his affection I'm indebted For this high office; and if I abuse it, I shall therein abuse no confidence. Count. Affection! confidence!—They needed thee. Who not with empty names, or shows of proxy, And at the rudder places him, e'en though She had been forced to take him from the rabble- In this high office; it was she that gave thee For, to the uttermost moment that they can, Wa 'Tis true! they saw me always as I am Always! I did not cheat them in the bargain. The bold all-grasping habit of my soul. Count. Nay rather-thou hast ever shown thyself A formidable man, without restraint; Hast exercised the full prerogatives Of thy impetuous nature, which had been That acts in strict consistence with itself. Wert thou another being, then, when thou Didst mock all ordinances of the empire. Wal. I never saw it in this light before. But most high misdemeanours 'gainst the empire. Count. Then betwixt thee and him (confess it Friedland!) The point can be no more of right and duty, Only of power and the opportunity. That opportunity, lo! it comes yonder, Approaching with swift steeds; then with a swing Throw thyself up into the chariot seat, Seize with firm hand the reins, ere thy opponent The constellations stand victorious o'er thee, The planets shoot good fortune in fair junctions, Hast pictured on these walls, and all around thee Wal. Send Wrangel to me-1 will instantly It is his evil genius and mine. Our evil genius! It chastises him Through me, the instrument of his ambition; E'en now is whetting for my breast the poniard. Vicegerent. SECTION XXIX. DR. OLLAPOD-SIR CHARLES CROPLAND..... George Colman. Ollapod. SIR CHARLES, I have the honour to be your slave. Hope your health is good. Been a hard winter here-Sore throats were plenty ; SO were wood-cocks. Flush'd four couple, one morning, in a half-mile walk, from our town, to cure Mrs. Quarles of a quinsy. May coming on soon, Sir Charles. Hope you come to sojourn. Shouldn't be always on the wing-that's being too flighty. Do you take, good sir, do you take? |