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Paol. I will go, dearest mother — nor will cry Paol. Oh horrid! how they tear each other's flesh. Though the gaunt, hungry wolves bark round about, Olaf. Now hurry forward, for our only hope (aside.] But, mother dear, will you sit by my side Lies in out-speeding them! When we come back, and sing me fast asleep? Paola,
Let us go home! I have such horrid dreams of wolves at night.
Olaf. Again they are upon us - their gaunt jaws Ter. I will, indeed I will, my dearest love! Dropping with blood, which they lick evermore! Olaf. Come, come, why all this fondling? We'll Now for another slaughter ! be back
T is in vain, Long ere the night.
For right and left, yet other packs are coming ! Ter. Come, now I'll put thee on
Paol. Oh father, father, they will be upon us !
Hunt. Peace, brawling child !
My poor, dear boy, be still. Olaf.
How she sways him! Paol. I will, I will, dear father! With a sweet word she guides him as she will! Olaf. [lo the Hunter.)
Cursed murderer. Would that the child loved me but half as well; His blood will be upon thy head! Heaven help me! but I am a rough, bad man,
Olaf. Most strange, inhuman wretch!
Nay, use thy gun, "T will do thee better service than thy tongue ! SCENE IV.
Olaf. (aside.] Please heaven I live, I'll pay thee
for this hunt, Near sunset - a dreary, desolate region, surrounded Wages thou didst not ask! with icemountains—the Hunter drives a sledge ra
[He puls his last charge into his piece. pidly forward, in the back part of which sit Olaf
This is the last and Paolo.
When this is done, there is no other hope Olaf. Where is this wild ? I know not where thou But in our flight!
(He fires. drivest!
Now heaven must be our helper! Hunter. Below our feet lies the eternal ice On, on, spare not the thong! Of the great sea!
[The horse in dashing forward, breaks Olaf.
from the sledge; the wolves fall upon Hunt. We 'll find enough, anon!
him instantly. Olaf.
Thou dost not know
Now must we fly!
Hunt. There is a hut among these icy deserts The gaunt and savage wolf! and hark- even now Raised by some hunters. While they gorge themI hear their bark!
selves Pad. Oh, are there wolves a-nigh?
We may escape. Hunt. Ay, they are nigh, look in that black abysm,
Take, take my hand, dear father! It is a wild wolf's den!
Olaf. How cold it is, poor boy!
[They turn among the ice-mountains, and Is this thy wondrous skill? Wheel round the sledge
soon are out of sighl. Before the horse is maddened with the cry! There is no time to lose! Pull in the beast ! Hunt. It will not do the wolves are now upon us!
SCENE V. Paol. Oh father, save me!-- save me, dearest father!
A chaolic wilderness of icebergs. Olaf. Let go my cloak -- they shall not hurt thee, Enter the HUNTER, and OLAF carrying Paolo, who child!
appears faint. (to the Hunter.) Thou cursed man!— Dost see these savage beasts,
Hunt. I hear their bark-we are not much a-head! And yet sit grinning there, as thou had'st done Olaf. How far is 't now unto the hunter's cabin? A piece of hunter-craft!
Hunt. A half hour it would take us, could we run Hunt. You carry arms
At our best speed-but cumbered with the child, Cannot you fire upon them? They will gorge
What can we do? Upon each other, and be pacified !
Dear father, I will run Olaf. If they taste blood, they will be more fero. I will not cumber thee - I am strong now! cious
Olaf. My poor dear boy, thou canst not! would And thou know'st well, we have not ammunition
to heaven For such a strife! yet will I fire on them,
Thou wert at home! Their savage barking will bring others down.
How kind thou art, dear father! (He fires. I will run on - I will not cumber thee!
Hunt. The wolves are here! Hark, hark! their Ter.
And not my boy? barking comes
Hulda. (laying the clothes together.) He will not Upon the passing wind!
need these more! Paol. Oh, they are here !
Then he is dead! Olaf. How can we 'scape from them? I'll sell Huld. Alas, dear lady, yes!
Peace, woman! peace! Dearly for this child's sake!
The earth were less forlorn without the sun, Hunt.
Throw them the child! Than I without my boy! He is not dead! And while they gorge on him, we can escape.
Huld. Would God he were not! Olaf. Thou devil of hell!
Do not say he is! Paol.
Sweet father, do it not! It is like blasphemy to say he's dead. [The wolves surround them; and the Hunter Heaven would not strip me so - O do not say it!
snatching up Paolo throws him among Where are these men ? I'll forth and meet my boy! them.
Huld. (stopping her.] He is not on the road! No, Paol. Oh father, father, save me! Olaf.
My boy! my boy! Will he repass this threshold ! Hunt. It is too late-they tear him limb from limb!
"Tis a dream! Now for escape! Run, run, and we shall reach Huld. Dear lady, no !—too plainly tell the hunters A place of safety!
[He darts forward. All that has happened! Olaf. God in heaven! my boy
Ter. And, pr'ythee, what has happened? My gentle-hearted boy! my murdered boy!
Huld. A quarrel 'twixt the hunter and our master, (He dashes among the wolves with his Who now comes wounded home. hunting knife, and then springs for- Ter.
And what of Paolo? ward after the Hunter,
Huld. O heavy, heavy news! - The child is
missing ! Ter. Nay, then he is not dead Oh no, not dead!
I told thee heaven would not so deal with me! SCENE VI.
My precious boy will come back on the morrow,
Hunters are often lost for many days. Night — the interior of Olaf s house — Teresa alone
These men shall seek for him among the wilds a bright fire burns on the hearth – refreshments are I, too, will go myself. Where are the men ? set out, and clothes hanging by the fire for Olaf and Paolo.
Enter the HUNTER, hastily. Teresa. How late it is! an hour beyond the mid
Hunt. Dear lady, woe is me! night!
Away, away! And bitter cold it is! The icy wind
Ter. Where is my boy?
Hunt. Even pierces through these walls! Poor little Paolo,
Oh wretched, wretched mother! How weary and half-frozen he will he:
Ter. Torture me not, but tell me where he is ? But he shall sit upon the bench beside me,
Hunt. Lady, forgive me for the news I bring ! And I will hold his hands, and lay his head
Ter. Then he is dead ?
Most terrible recital !
Lady, thy husband, to preserve himself, (She puts fresh logs on the fire.
Hath given thy little Paolo to the wolves! And this is the third time I have renewed
Ter. [with a scream of horror.] Oh no, no, no! The wasting fire! and when I piled it first,
Hunt. He stopped their maws My Paolo will be here," I said, “ before
With thy poor Paolo's blood !
Ter. These logs shall have burned through!" but, now
He did not so !
Hunt. Poor little one, how he did cry for thee! alas, I know not what to say, saving the wonder
Huld. Peace! can'st not hold thy peace. Oh hear That he comes not, and even this is grown
it not! A kind of vague despair, that seems to threaten
Lady, he is but missing !
Hunt. He will not come at all! Oh, if aught happen,
Poor weak thing! Save good unto the child, like poor old Jacob,
How he did cling to me, and pray that I
Would save him from his father! Then should I be bereaved !
[Teresa clasps her hands, and stands in Enter HULDA, with a very dejected countenance ; she
speechless agony. takes down Paolo's clothes, and folds them up. I might have snatched a pretty lock of hair; Ter.
Nay, how is this? I wish I had - a pretty curling lock! Huld. He will not need them more?
Ter. [falling on her kness.] God, of thy mercy Ter. Woman, what say'st thou ?
strengthen, strengthen me! Huld. Two hunters from the icebergs are come Enable me to bear what is thy will! down
[She falls insensible to the floor. Ere long thy husband comes,
Huld. Wretch, why didst tell it her so cruelly Besides, the iceberg hunters say not so.
And from the depths of my despair
I will look up, and trust in Thee!
[She goes slowly out. I hear her husband's voice! Huld.
She must not see him !
Many weeks afterwards - a chamber of Olaf's house But there's that damning deed laid to his charge, -Olaf near death, lying upon his bed— Teresa sits Will make Teresa curse both him and heaven! beside him.
(He goes out.
Olaf. For years of tyranny I do beseech
The unrepining patience, and the beauty
Of thy most holy life, my wife, I bless thee!
Ter. Thank God! affliction has been merciful! The following day—the interior of the chapel- Teresa on her knees before the image of the Virgin.
My boy, thy death has saved thy father's soul!
Olaf. And the great might of virtue in thyself;Mother of God, who borest
Thy resignation, and thy pitying pardon That cruel pang which made spirit bleed! For these, receive my blessing ere I die —
Who knew'st severest anguish, sorrow sorest, These, which have been the means of my salvation ! Hear me in my great need!
Ter. Bless Him, my husband, who is strong to
save! My need is great, my woe is like thine own!
Olaf. I do, I do!- and I rejoice in death; I am bereaved of mine only one !
Though, had my life been spared, I would have been Thou know'st I have no other!
Both son and husband to thee!- Weep not thou Comfort me, oh my mother!
We shall all three ere long be united Kind Saviour, who didst shed
I, the poor outcast else, be one with you! Tears for thy Lazarus dead;
Ter. Out of affliction has arisen joy, Who raised the widow's son from off his bier;
And out of black despair immortal hope ! Who didst endure all woe
Olaf. [afler a silence of some time.] Give me thy That human hearts can know,
hand, sweet friend ;-I fain would sleep;Hear me, o hear!
And if I wake no more, I still would know
Thou wilt be with me when I pass away! Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me - Ter. May the kind, holy Mother bless thy sleep, I sit in darkness, and behold no light!
And bless thy waking, be 't of life or death! Over my heart the waves of agony
(Olaf remains perfectly quiet, and after Have gone, and left me faint! Forbear to smite
sume time a light slumber comes over A bruised and broken reed! Sustain, sustain ;
Teresa, during which she hears dreamDivinest Comforter, to thee I fly,
like voices singing. Let me not fly in vain!
Oh human soul, 't is done,
Past is thy trial ; past thy woe and pain ;
U pon thy spirit-robes, redeemed one !
Spirit, that through a troubled sea And if I sin, forgive!
Of sin and passion hast been wildly tost, Whate'er I had was thine!
And yet not lost, A God of mercy thou hast ever been ;
With songs of triumph do we welcome thee! Assist me to resign ; And if I murmur, count it not for sin !
Redeemed spirit, come,
Thine is a heavenly home!
Come, freed from human error;
Engirds the earth ; from darkness, doubt and terror, Forgive me if I shrink!
Which hung around thy soul ere the light came! Forgive me if I shed these human tears!
From these we welcome thee! That it so hard appears
Hark, heaven itself, rejoices, To yield my will to thine, forgive, forgive!
Hark, the celestial voices Father, it is a bitter cup to drink!
Shouting, like trumpet-peals, thy spirit-name!-[She bows her face, and after a time of Oh gladly enter in, silence, rises,
Thou conqueror of sin, My soul is strengthened! It shall bear
The eternal city of the holy ones, My lot, whatever it may be ;
Where, brighter far than stars, or moons, or suns,
Thou shalt shine out before the Infinite!
fore them. “ Achzib," said he, “ thon hast tried the And see! a heavenly child,
sons of men, and hast tempted four to perdition; thus With garments undefiled,
has the All-wise pernitted. I come not, however, to Streaming upon the air like odorous light,
speak of their doom, but of good and evil as it regards Awaits to welcome thee!
human life. Thou hast introduced sin and sorrow Oh father, clasp thy boy,
among men; but thou hast only feebly known the rePour out thy soul in joy,
sult of every downward step in human degradation In love, which human frailty held in thrall;- and woe. Thou hast seen evil obtaining the mastery Boy, clasp thy father now,
over good ; sin laying desolate the home of virtue Distrust and fear in heaven there cannot be, and peace; the good and the kind brought to the For love enfoldeih all!
grave, or going through life mourning because of it; Oh happy pair, too long divided,
and thou hast exclaimed, «surely, I am mightier than Pour out your souls in one strong sympathy! God! Thou hast riveted on the chains of oppresEternal Love your meeting steps hath guided, sion; thou hast darkened the minds of the noble and Ne'er to be parted through eternity!
pure, with thy lying deeds; and hast left generations Ter. [waking.] I know that he is dead; but this yet unborn, to groan under thy sinsul agency; and sweet omen,
men beholding these things, have exclaimed, with These holy voices pealing joy in heaven,
bleeding hearts, 'surely, evil is mightier than good" Have taken the sting from death! My dear, dear But a superior intelligence looks beyond the outward husband,
seeming, and perceives in the midst of evil, only more I know that thou art blessed - art reunited
widely-extended good. Unto our boy!
"O fools and blind. you cannot degrade God! Your [She bends over the body for a few mo- malign interserence cannot reverse the decrees of his
ments ; then kneeling down and cov- omnipotent wisdom. His goodness upholds and per. ering her face, she remains in silent vades all things, both of the outward creation, and prayer.
man's moral existence; and though evil is permitted, it neither mars nor deranges the great plan of universal
Providence. Evil, like darkness, which makes visible AchziB's mission was ended; and he returned to the glory and immensity of God's works, unseen by his fellows with exultation. “I have done that which day, though still present; brings forth, in the moral I set out to do!" he exclaimed, “and ye shall declare world, the loveliness, the nobility, and the joy-difme victor. I have proved the supremacy of evil; for fusing nature of virtue. It is the depth of shadow, of the seven whom I have tried, I have won four. by which good is thrown into strong relief; it is the Let me no longer be called Achzib the Liar, for I source whence many of the highest actions, many of have proved that evil obtains a wider and more pow. the most triumphant passages of a conflicting life; erful agency than good. I have won four young whence often, the most melting and beautiful trophies men, in the strength of manhood, and in the full of the soul, winged in all its strength and affection, force of intellect: I have lost only a poor scholar, an have been made to proceed. It is the trial of love, old man, and a woman!"
of faith, of patience; it calls for forgiveness, and “ Methinks,” said the younger spirit, “ thou hast Christian charity; it teaches forbearance, meekness, been in some measure defeated ; inasmuch as these and pity. It is the subjection to evil which is the teeble ones were mightier than thou !"
ordeal of the human spirit, and it is the severe con"! was a fool,” returned Achzib, “ to attempt any trast of crime, which leads it to pay its devoutest of the three : in them, passion, and the aptitude to homage to virtue. sin, were weak: one was enfeebled by sickness, one
Designer of evil, thou hast failed! For every by old age, the third by long endurance of evil."
soul whom thou hast lured into sin, thou hast thrown " Thy triumph had been greater,” interrupted the others, through the anguish, or by the example of elder, “ had thou won any of the three, whom, losing, that sin, upon the healing mercy of Him who is able thou pretendest to undervalue; the four thou hast and willing to save!" won were an easy conquest, for though boastful of ! Achzib turned abashed from the speaker of Truth, virtue, they were weak in principle."
and retired with his fellows into darkness; and the " It matters not," said Achzib : “ any of these, but angel lifting up his voice, poured ont a hymn of for my ministration, might have gone on through life praise. without materially adding to crime ; without drawThou, that createdst with a word each star; ing others after them into sin ; and without baptizing Who, out of nothingness brought systems forth, human hearts in woe, as they have done; and I tell Yet didst exalt beyond creation, far. ye, of the seven whom I have tried, four have be- / The human soul, immortal at its birth ;come my victims."
Thou gavest light and darkness ; life and death; “ We deny it not,” said the two.
Thou gavest good and ill, “ Then let me reign as a crowned one," exclaimed
Twin powers, to be Achzib, “ for I have proved that evil is mightier than Companions of its mortal, devious path; good !"
Yet left the human will, As Achzib thus spoke, an angel of truth stood be
Unlimited and free!
We know how pain and woe,
Sorrow and sin, make up the sum of life!
How good and evil are at ceaseless strife,
We know thy goodness, we behold thy might;
And what thou dost is right!
That out of evil cometh forth thy good;
We know that doubt shall cease, and feeble terror;
That thou wilt wipe all tears from every eye! That thine Almighty Truth shall vanquish error, And death shall die !
We know that this shall be,
Therefore we trust in thee,
And say, rejoice, rejoice!
For truth is strong!
In one triumphant song -
Hymns and Fire-side Verses.
These have I given thee that thou may'st command CAROLINE BOWLES,
Glad smiles at will and pitying tears and sighs. For thus, young, generous spirits would be won;
And I have gifted thee to win them best ; HONOURED FELLOW-LABOURER. Now go thou forth undaunted, gentle one, THIS LITTLE BOOK,
And trust thy cause to every youthful breast.
Go forth, and have thou neither fear nor shame; TO MAKE THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTIANITY And greet thou those who love thee in my name,
Many shall be thy friends, thy foes be few;
Yea, greet them warmly! Little book, adieu!
THE DESIGN OF WHICH IS
A FIRE-SIDE STORY.
I HAVE indited thee with care and love,
My little book; and now I send thee forth On a good mission like the gentle dove,
Bearing glad tidings with thee o'er the earth. Thou wast not meant for riot and for jest,
Dear little book, all simple as thou art; But in sweet homes to be a loving guest;
And find a place in many a guileless heart. Have not a fear! I know that thou wilt find
Thy journey pleasant as a path of flowers, For pure and youthfal hearts are ever kind,
Glad to be pleased with labour such as ours. Sit down with little children by the way,
And tell them of sweet Marien how she went Over the weary world from day to day,
On christian works of love, like thee, intent. Tell them of Him who framed the sea, the sky;
The glorious earth and all that dwell therein; And of that Holy One made strong to die,
Sinless himself, to save the world from sin. And thou hast many a tale of wonder planned
With various art to make thy spirit wise;
CHRISTIANITY, like a child, goes wandering over the world. Fearless in its innocence, it is not abashed before princes, nor confounded by the wisdom of synods. Before it the blood-stained warrior sheathes his sword, and plucks the laurel from his brow;
the midnight murderer turns from his purpose, and, like the heart-smitten disciple, goes out and weeps bitterly. It brings liberty to the captive, joy to the mourner, freedom to the slave, repentance and forgiveness to the sinner, hope to the faini-hearted, and assurance to the dying.
It enters the huts of poor men, and sits down with them and their children; it makes them contented in the midst of privations, and leaves behind an everlasting blessing. It walks through great cities, amid all their pomp and splendour, their unimaginable pride, and their unutterable misery, a purifying, ennobling, correcting, and redeeming angel.
It is alike the beautiful companion of childhood and the comfortable associate of age. It ennobles the noble; gives wisdom to the wise ; and new grace to the lovely. The patriot, the priest, the poet, and the eloquent man, all derive their sublime power from its influence.