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His sword, and-oh! I cannot tell the rest!
I can't help weeping;-both the lovers died.
And did you weep when Gowrie told the tale?
Oh! sweetly; for, dear friend, the tears we shed
Sweet Kate! I love you like a sister.'
Our next extract is in a different strain; and will exhibit in a favourable light the variety of Mr White's powers, and the vigorous dramatic diction which he can employ. James, in search of the hoped for treasure, ventured into Gowrie's house. He has seated himself on a bench in the hall, and is already in imagination gloating over the promised gold.
"(The great door of the hall is opened; armed men enter and arrange themselves on each side.)
[Enter COUNTESS GOWRIE.
JAMES (alarmed and trying to conceal his fear.)
Cousin, we are your loving guest to-day,
And give you here our royal hand to kiss.
Once more, and all these fleshless arms shall rise
To hold the dagger to your heart. Sir! know you Who stands before you? Name that name no more. It once was mine, e'er sorrow and deep wrong Unwoman'd me, and made me what I am.
Fair cousin, pray you harbour not such thoughts. I'm your true loving kinsman; your kind king.
It was the law, fair cousin; 'twas the law;
I could not help it.-Zooks! I could not help it.
He would not look so: he would talk more kindly,-
Ruthven take bodily shape
Be palpable to other view than mine,
Wherein you shroud
And ope your lips, damp from your crimson grave, And give him fitter welcome to your hall
Than my poor voice can utter !
Pray you, madam,
Look not so wildly; there is nothing there;
COUNTESS. (To the Guard.)
Nor feel a blush upon your craven cheek? 'Twas here his heel was planted.
That such a deed was mine!
Or I would hang him high as Haman's gallows.
Both buirdly gallants. John's a famous scholar;
Your mother, sir,
Found careful nurse in stout old Margaret Douglas,
I thought not this. I came but as a friend
It was not you that came, 'twas Heaven that sent you,— 'Twas Scotland's guardian angel moved you here;
For from these rugged walls-or ruggeder
You budge not;-Oh! your time were wondrous short In prison bonds, if I had power as will!
For heaven's sake! madam. Oh! for mercy's sake,
It was a jest-Oh! tell me 'twas a jest!
You mean not to detain me.
I have told you,
If I might shape my actions to my wish,
And wherefore not? Good cousin, tender cousin, Take pity on a kinsman; set me free.
The freedom I would give you, is such freedom
A stern hard smile, as is the vulture's glance,
Heaven have mercy on my soul!
Utter no promise here,
Or Perjury will shake the solid ground,
And gulf us in some horrible abyss.
Bethink you of the promises you swore
To Ruthven-how you broke them—how he died.
No-they shall never let you go.
Is empty, and your kingly title done
Save as a vantage word for better men
To work with. Heaven and earth are tired and worn
With all your baseness.
But, my life is safe;
Cousin, sweet cotisín, you'll not take my life?
We take your honour-take your kingly name,
On the second of these plays, we shall not enter into any detailed criticisms. We shall merely say, that though ingeniously constructed for the purpose of displaying the talent of an accomplished actor, and effective as we have no doubt it was in the hands of the present chief boast of our Stage-it does not appear to us equal to its predecessor; and, in particular, we would advise Mr White in his next performance to bridle in his comic muse; for, as regards the facetious portions of The King of the Commons, it has seldom fallen to our lot to peruse more tragical mirth.
ART. X-Sophismes Economiques. Par M. FREDERIC BASTIAT. 12mo. Paris: 1846.
M. BASTIAT has, in this well-written volume, collected and exposed the most popular Protectionist fallacies ;-those sophistical arguments which are most frequently employed in defence of protective duties on Imports, and against the freedom of trade. The publication of such a book is of itself a proof that the doctrines of Free-Trade are beginning to make some progress in France; and that the countrymen of Turgot are not all deluded by that spurious patriotism which identifies the exclusion of foreign goods with the promotion of national interests. The simplicity and directness of the argument in favour of Free-Trade, ought, indeed, to secure it a ready acceptance in all countries where reason can make itself heard, and where sectional interests have not a complete ascendancy. But the present state of France is similar to that of England at the time when Adam Smith wrote his Wealth of Nations. The manufacturers and merchants were at that time the principal champions of the restrictive system in England; the agriculturists as he observes-were not infected with the same selfish and narrow-minded spirit as