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One Hundred Choice Selections, No. 16.
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ESAU AND JACOB.-ELLEN MURRAY.
Why, they say
Esau. If I should die of hunger, where's the uso
2ND SEMI-CHORUS. Roast calf and fatted lamb,
1st S-C. What has he paid for this same mess of soup?
2ND S-C. His mother's tent, his father's herds, the right Of rule and lordship. 1st S-C.
Any more than this? 2ND S-C. He gives his birthright to this goodly land;
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To Lebanon and Carmel, Jordan's wave,
1st S-C. What else?
His father's blessing. He shall pray For it in vain with many bitter tears And fruitless pleading. Ist S-C.
Is there hope for him? 2nd S-C. This only, that in years to come, the yoke May from his neck be broken.
I have done
Poor, foolish man!
His mother's bitter shame,
Is this all ? 2nd S-C. No; he, too, shall be cheated. Laban's greed Shall steal his wages, and his lying sons Shall fill his life with sorrow. 1st S-C.
He shall gain
JACOB. There's naught for nothing, brother Esau, here.
Esau. Only a ten-cent! that will not be much
To stay thy thirst, and cool thy longing lips?
2ND S-C. Stand not the Church and Bible hand in hand, Calling thee back to where through pastures green The living waters flow? 1st S-C.
Poor, foolish man! What has he paid for this same ten-cent drink? 2ND S-C. His twelve months' gains; yea, more, his acres
broad, His barn, his house, his standing among men, The future of his children. 1st S-C.
More than this? 2ND S-C. Alas! he pays his birthright in yon heaven,Its gates of pearl and rainbow, streets of gold, Its river flowing from the crystal throne.
Isr S-C. What else?
Oh, price most terrible! he gives
Is there no hope ?
Well, I have done
His mother's blush of shame
1st S-C. And is this all ?
No, he shall cheat himself.
1st S-C. Oh, fearful prophecy!
2ND S-C. Poor fool! poor fool! For he shall cry at last: “What doth it profit me? I've gained the world And lost my soul.”
THE BEAUTY OF PIETY.-S. C. EDGARTON.
The Priestess stands alone, with one arm leaning on her altar.
PRIESTESS. Here is my altar, naked—and I a Priestess ! Why come they not, those gentle messengers whom I sent abroad to bring me the pure and beautiful things of earth? Has the glory of this world departed, that they linger thuis in its pursuit? Nay, not all departed, for here cometh Flora, the queen of a radiant realm. FLORA. All hail, sweet Priestess! I have wandered long,
But the dear flowers were sleeping in their graves;
An offering for thine altar, pure and sweet. PRIESTESS. Bless thee, Flora! They shall lie there, as beautiful tokens of thy faithful ministries to man. Thou makest the earth radiant for his footsteps; and the rugged scenes along his pilgrimage are decked with beauty by thy gentle hand. Bless thee, Flora, for thy fragrant offering. Hast thou aught to ask in return? FLORA. Sweet Priestess, I would have thee deal
With man's unthinking, senseless beart,
That they may purify his soul. PRIESTESS. Stand here, by my altar. Thou shalt not lose thy reward; but Terrestria approacheth now, bearing also a gift. What hast thou found of the beautiful, in thy dim domains, thou queen of the under-world? I'ERRESTRIA. Priestess, I have brought thee gems!
Weave them into diadems
For those brows where human thought
Let them rest upon thy shrine. PRI ESTESS. Pure, beautiful are they, Terrestria, and man loves to hoard them up in caskets, and woman to entwine them upon her brow. For thy gift what reward wilt thou have? TERRESTRIA. Priestess, temper woman's heart,
By thine own redeeming art;
PRIESTESS. Stand at the altar, by Flora's side, and I will remember thy request. Another messenger has entered, Oceana, the daughter of the sea. She is a merry queen. OCEAXA. The sea-from the bright blue sea I come!
There is my own wild murmuring home;
So I filled my basket with simple shells. PRIESTESS. Thy shells are very beautiful, and they have a moan of music from the sea. Men have gazed upon their varied and exquisite forms, and children have held them to their ears, and listened to their low and dreamy songs. Name a recompense, and it shall be thine. OCEANA. Oh, grant, sweet Priestess, that children may learn,
From the moan of the shell, how their spirits will