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FRAN. So comes a rapture with the serpent's bite,
When satisfaction followeth revenge:

And so a frost calls back the violet's bloom,
When it restoreth honor!

VEL. Cast to the swine your pearls, and let them rend

ye,

While I talk kindness to the cannibals.

FRAN. They are no cannibals ;-pardon, my lord!
Our great Columbus told us he had found
A race most gentle, kind, and beautiful,
When he returned from this delightful isle.
But were they cannibals of tiger hearts,
Kindness would fetch them to a facile will!
The words of kindness are swift victories.

VEL. Go woo a tiger as ye'd woo a lover!
And press his cheek in maiden dalliance dear,
But leave me to my purpose, an' ye will.
FRAN. There is a sympathy-

VEL. Throw sympathy to crocodiles and condors.

FRAN. There is a golden chord of sympathy

Tuned in the harp of every human soul,
Which, by the breath of kindness when 'tis swept,
Wakes angel melodies in savage hearts;
Inflicts full chastening for remembered wrong,

And melts the ice of hate to streams of love,

And naught but kindness that sweet chord can

touch.

THE BELLS OF TIME.

TENNYSON.

Ring out wild bells to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night:
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin!
The faithless coldness of the times,
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold,
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.

THE TRUE CONQUEROR.

(Scene from a Drama.)

DAY K. LEE.

(Enter Velasquez, Edmondo, and Cortez.)

ED. Thy usual mood is hope and will;

And sure, when victory sits on all our tents
And Cuban winds waft welcomes to our host,
Kissing the banners of the cross in worship,
Thou'lt act thyself, and scorn with Christian soul,
All thoughts that falsely fear reverse of fortune.

VEL. All I have won I'll hold, nor fear for that!

Yet will they die, I deem, or e'er they'll yield.
That rampant leader ranging still at large
May prove another pestilent Ontara,

Worse to subdue than the hard hills he treads.

CORT. Our fortune met us as Arnaldo pledged.

VEL. He shows a scoundrel in that base betrayal;
And while one promise, as ye say, came true,
Why should we trust the traitor in another,
With power to trip us to destruction still?
Is not his absence ominous of guile?
(Enter Arnaldo.)

CORT. Hist, ho! he comes!

Lifting a look we'd worship in St. Peter!

ARN. Triumphed ye not to ample satisfaction?
CORT. So far so good,

And here we wait for further consultations.

VEL. And when our purposes are all fulfilled,
We'll talk of ample satisfaction. Say,

In what wise way may we conclude this war,
And hold their champion and his tribe as ours?

ED. Women and all!

VEL. Not one sole savage head except.

ARN. The triumph ye have reapt opes wide the gates

To a most lovely Andalusia,

While it hath cost me agonies of soul

The wealth of Coromandel could not buy.

Their champion is a friend I should have died for.
He saved my life when hundreds clutched to rend

me,

And here I'm plotting like a fiend his fate!

But far upon a mountain of the isle

There shines a gem in peerless beauty bright,

I'd lose my soul's salvation to possess.

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