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As oft on Gadshill we have ta’en our stand,
The scenes to vary, we shall try in time
From durance vile our precious selves to keep,
But how, you ask, can we e'er hope to soar
Macbeth a harvest of applause will reap,
Sometimes, indeed, so various is our art,
Grant us your favour, put us to the test,
FATE OF NAPOLEON AND MURAT.
With that youthful chief competed ?
Who could boast o’er France defeated,
And thou too of the stow-white plume !
* Murat's remains are said to have been torn from the grave and burnt.
Such as he of Naples wears,
On thy war-horse through the ranks,
Like a stream which burst its banks,
Of the eagle's burning crest-
Who could then her wing arrest
Victory beaming from her breast?)
Fell, or fled along the plain;
AHASUERUS THE WANDERING JEW,
AHASUERUS the Jew crept forth from the dark căve of Mount Carmel. Near two thousand years have elapsed since he was first goaded by never-ending restlessness, to rove the globe from pole to pole. When our Lord was wearied with the burther of his ponderous cross, and wanted to rest before the door of Ahasuerus, the unfeeling wretch drove him away with brutality. The Saviour of mankind staggered, sinking under the heavy load, but uttered no complaint. An angel of death appeared before Alasuerus, and exclaimed indignantly, “ Barbarian! thou hast denied rest to the Son of Man : be it denied thee also, until he comes to judge the world.”.
A black demon, let loose from hell upon Ahasuerus, goads him now from country to country; he is denied the consolation which death affords, and precluded from the rest of the peaceful grave.
Ahasuerus crept forth from the dark cave of Mount Carmel-he shook the dust from his beard -and taking up one of the skulls heaped there, hurled it down the eminence: it rebounded from the earth in shivered atoms. This was my father ! roared Ahasuerus. Seven more skulls rolled down from rock to rock; while the infuriate Jew, following them with ghastly looks, exclaimed-And these were my wives. He still continued to hurl down skull after skull, roaring in dreadful accents--And these, and these, and these, were my children ! They could die ; but I! reprobate wretch, alas ! I cannot die! Dreadful beyond conception is the judgment that hangs over me.
Jerusalem fell I crushed the sucking babe, and precipitated myself into the destructive flames. I cursed the Romans--but, alas ! alas ! the restless curse held me by the hair-and I could not die !
Rome the giantess fell—I placed myself before the falling statue--she fell, and did not crush me. Nations sprung up and disappeared before me--buţ I remained, and did not die. From cloud-encircled cliffs did I precipitate myself into the ocean-buţ the foaming billows cast me upon the shore, and the burning arrow of existence pierced my cold heart again. . I leaped into Etna's flaming abyss, and roared with the giants for ten long months, polluting with my groans the Mount's sulphureous mouth -ah! ten long months. The volcano fermentedand in a fiery stream of lava, cast me up. I lay torn by the torture-snakes of hell, amid the glowing cinders, and yet continued to exist. A forest was on fire : I darted on wings of fury and despair into the crackling wood. Fire dropped upon me from the trees, but the flames only singed my limbs alas! it could not consume them. I now mixed with the butchers of mankind, and plunged in the tempest of the raging battle.' I roared defiance to the infuriate Gaul-defiance to the victorious Gers