My crown, my own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoned, and retain the offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offense's gilded hand may shove by justice;
And oft 't is seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But 't is not so above;
There is no shuffling; there, the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compelled,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?

Yet what can it, when one can not repent?

O wretched state! O bosom black as death!

O limed soul; that struggling to be free,

Art more engaged! Help, angels, make assay!

Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;--

All may be well!

PART II.

TABLEAUX VIVANTS,

OR, LIVING PICTURES.

DESIGNED AND ARRANGED BY P. A. FITZGERALD.

TABLEAUX VIVANTS.

NO I. WASHINGTON'S DREAM OF LIBERTY.

DESIGNED FOR A FOURTH OF JULY, OR WASHINGTON'S BIRTH-DAY SCHOOL CELEBRATION.

BY P. A. FITZGERALD.

Enter Box, in front of Curtain.

PROLOGUE TO TABLEAU NO. I.

Boy. When War, dread desolator, waves his blood-stained flag,

Till Havoc howls to know her feast is made.

To her, Carnage is beautiful. The agony-fraught groans Of dying men, whose hearts are growing cold, the shrieks, The tramp of wounded, rushing steeds, the clang

Of clashing steel, the imprecations dire

Of foes whose only thoughts are how to kill.

The sound of blood-drops pattering, music is to her
More sweet than breathings of the softest lute.
Fearful such sounds, such sights, yet tyrants proud,
Eager in thought to clasp their manacles,
Array and marshal forth their mighty hosts,
And bidding them on speed! the tocsin sound
They fain would make the knell of Liberty!
But He, the God of Hosts, within whose hand
The globe is held, who measures every man
With but a glance, whose fiat none can stay,
Bids ofttimes rise to stem the fierce onslaught,
A chosen champion of all "Human Rights.”
Such was thy mission, Glorious Washington!

As such shall be thy fame. To thee in dreams
Thy course was shown: sweet Heaven-born Liberty
To thee appeared, and crowned thee, happy fate!
Thy country's sire - her brave deliverer.

Behold his vision! sons and daughters see
How sweet his smile, how grand his destiny.

(Exit.)

The Curtain is then drawn to discover the proper position on the Stage, of the Characters forming the first Tableau.

A, Represents Washington, reclining on a couch.

B, Boy kneeling on left knee, and holding out an open Bible.
C, Boy kneeling on right knee, presenting a sword.

1, 2, 3, 4, Girls in white, holding wreaths over Washington. J, Girl representing the Genius of Liberty — the cap of Liberty upon her head, and holding in her right hand a small American flag.

D, E, G, H, Young girls forming a line, with wreaths joined and raised a little above their heads, and extended over toward the figures represented by F.

F, Figures kneeling in an attitude of supplication, having chains in their hands, which they drop simultaneously as the boy who is presenting the sword utters the sentence: "Ne'er sheath it till sweet liberty is won."

DIALOGUE SPOKEN DURING TABLEAU NO. I.

Genius of Liberty. We hail thee, Washington, Columbia's guardian! Be strong in heart, resolute in purpose, pure in thy