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Tyke. Brandy! brandy!
Ld. A. Compose yourself-follow me—(Crosses L.) -you want sleep. Tyke. Sleep! ha! ha! under the sod I may.
[Points down, and groans heavily. Exit, follow
ing LORD AVONDALE, L.
Inside of Cottage.— Table, and a candle burning on it.Old Man seated R., looking on
a purse.-TYKE sitting, L. 0. Man. Pray, sir, who is that generous youth ?
Tyke. Why, he's a kind of a foreman like to Lord Avondale, my friend.
0. Man. Are you the friend of that worthy nobleman ?
Tyke. Yes; between ourselves“I have him under my thumb; but I say that out of confidence--you understand. That's a smartish purse you've got there; but, I tell you what, I don't think it's very safe, just
0. Man. Indeed, sir! You alarm me!
Tyke. I tell you what—I'll take care of this for you. (Takes the purse.)
0. Man. Well, sir, you are very kind. You live at the castle ?
Tyke. Yes, yes !
0. Man. Then, perhaps, you could aid a petition I have presented to his lordship-my name is
Tyke. Well, well, let's hear your name.
Tyke. (Trembling violently, rushes to the table, brings down the candle, looks at the Old Man, dashes candle and purse on the ground, and tears his hair in agony.) 0, villain !-villain !
O. Man. What's the matter?
0. Man. No, sir.
Ruin my own father!
0. Man. Ah ! did I hear rightly? Father !-what! Oh ! let me see-let me see ! (TYKE, with a countenance strongly impressed with shame and sorrow, turns round.) Ah! it's my son-my long-lost, dear profligate boy ! Heaven be thanked !-Heaven be thanked !
Tyke. (Groaning, strikes his breast.) Oh! burst, burst, and ease me! Eh !—but he's alive-father's alive! ha! ha! (Laughs hysterically.)
0. Man. You terrify me! Robert, Robert, hear me. Take my forgiveness—take my blessing !
Tyke. What !—forgive-bless-such a rogue as(Bursts into a flood of tears.)
0. Man. Be composed.
Tyke. Let me cry; it does me good, father-it does me good.
0. Man. Oh! if there be holy water, it surely is the sinner's tears.
Tyke. But he's alive. (Rushes into his arms.)
0. Man. Ay! alive to comfort and pardon thee, my poor prodigal, and Heaven will pardon thee!
Tyke. No, don't say that, father, because it can't.
Tyke. Yes, I know it is. I know it would if it could, but not me! No, no!
0. Man. Kneel down, and ask its mercy.
Tyke. I dare not, father“I dare not! Oh, if I durst but just thank it for thy life!
0. Man. Angels will sing for joy.
[By degrees he tremblingly falls on his knees, and
clasps his hands with energetic devotion.
TII E LAST MAN.
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The sun himself must die,
Adown the gulf of Time !
As Adam saw her prime!
The earth with age was wan,
Around that lonely man!
In plague and famine some !
To shores where all was dumb!
Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood,
With dauntless words and high, That shook the sere leaves from the wood
As if a storm pass'd bySaying, We are twins in death, proud sun, Thy face is cold, thy race is run, Tis mercy
bids thee go; For thou ten thousand thousand years Hast seen the tide of human tears,
That shall no longer flow.
What though beneath thee man put forth
His pomp, his pride, his skill;
And arts that made fire, flood, and earth,
The vassals of his will;-
For all those trophied arts
Entail'd on human hearts.
Go, let oblivion's curtain fall
Upon the stage of men,
Life's tragedy again.
Of pain anew to writhe;
Like grass beneath the scythe.
skies To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sunless agonies,
Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of deathTheir rounded gasp and gurgling breath
To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of nature spreads my pall,-The majesty of darkness shall
Receive my parting ghost !
This spirit shall return to Him
Who gave its heavenly spark;
When thou thyself art dark !
By Him recall’d to breath,
Who robb’d the grave of victory, —
And took the sting from death!
holds me up
Of grief that man shall taste-
On earth's sepulchral clod,
Or shake his trust in God!
TO PARENTS AND GUARDIANS.
PAPA was deep in weekly bills,
Her gentle face full
They're too disgraceful!" “ Confound it!" quoth papa. Perhaps The ban was deeper, but the lapse
Of time has drowned it;
He meant Confound it.
And bubble over;