VEL. Desist! I'll be obeyed! why all this rant?
Proceed, Arnaldo, with thy wish and scheme.

FRAN. Think what a gentle people moan and bleed! O when will our blest Savior send his love Through all the hearts of his pretended friends, And make them mighty in appeals of peace?

VEL. Strange doctrines these,

CORT. To deal to champions of the Lord of hosts!

FRAN. O, name not Him as pleased with works like yours!

ED. Came not his Son to conquer ?

FRAN. Indeed, indeed he did!

But not as vulgar Alexander conquered!

Not to grieve men with wounds, and chains, and deaths!

Not to turn paradises to perditions,

Pierce the pure heavens with shriekings of dis

tress,

And float to glory on a sea of blood!

O no!

He came-the blessed Savior came

To conquer all unkindnesses on earth!—

Came to cast down the Prince of proud oppressors,

And bring his mild beatitudes to reign!

VEL. What vagaries are these?

CORT. The old wives' fables

'Gainst which methinks our holv Peter warned.

FRAN. The sweetest tidings of sweet Christ are they!

The royal angel host announcing him

Warbled the strain as heaven's miraculous music;
Earth rolled exultant through the sea of song,

While hill to hill bore on the dulcet joy,

And star to star the affluent anthem pealed.

REVENGE.

(Scene from a Drama.)

DAY K. LEE.

[Enter Owasco, Tlaslson, and Cubans.]

1st CUBAN, I will nor doubt nor tremble more.
And if the great Manitou but lend a smile,
And give the invaders captive to our hands,
How will our quick brains labor on the task

T' invent worse torments for them. And what joys!
What exultations then will cheer our dance

And fire our songs, as we behold their griefs.

2d CUBAN. Revenge comes sweeter than the rose's breath

When triumphs justice over her assailants!

OwASCO. Leave Caribs to revenge and talks of torture.
Who grace their war-feasts with their broiling foes;
While Cubans, shuddering at a heart so fell,
Show all their vengeance in the dauntless deeds.
Will drive them from our gardens.

TLASLON. Revenge were sweet and beautiful to me,
Could I but wreak its pains upon a Spaniard '

1st. CUBAN. I'd gnash my keen teeth on them, feared

I not

Infection from th' infernals. I would flay 'em ;
I'd slit their tongues, I'd tear their nails out.
OWASCO. Wonder I not my brothers are incensed.
Thinking what deeds of demons they have dealt is;
How they will war t' enforce us in their power,
And give us tastes of Christian zeal and grace,
Burning our bodies to redeem our souls;
Holding in one hand their red robber cross
And in the other tortures for the alien.

But most I joy to know each brave of you
When war is o'er will scorn t' afflict a captive.

2d CUBAN. What! shall we love them then?

TLASLON. Love a Spaniard ?

OWASCO. Loves not the Great Good Spirit all that live?

Loves he not vilest creatures of the earth?

Lizards and spiders, toads and crocodiles,

Making each happy in its loathly sphere ?

Loves be not Spaniards, that they are his creatures

And hold a being in a world so blest?

We may repel them from their work of wo,

Dealing them death as they were brute assailants;

But shall we not so like our Maker rise,

To scorn all torturing of our captive kind?
Love is a form and soul of Manitou,
Love smiles in all the beautiful and good;
But O Revenge! fell monster-born of evil
Finds not a likeness in worst things that rage.
Gorged with foul carnival, and clamoring still,
It comes to earth, as to a fold the panther,