Nay — ye should not weep, my children! leave it to the faint and weak; Sobs are but a woman's weapons - tears befit a maiden's cheek. Weep not, children of Macdonald! weep not thou, his orphan heir; Not in shame, but stainless honor, lies thy slaughtered father there. Weep not- - but when years are over, and thine arm is strong and sure, And thy foot is swift and steady on the mountain and the muir, Than at midnight, from their eyry, scared the eagles of Glencoe ; fast; When thy noble father bounded to the rescue of his men, And the slogan of our kindred pealed throughout the startled glen; When the herd of frantic women stumbled through the midnight snow, With their fathers' houses blazing, and their dearest dead below! Oh, the prayers, the prayers and curses, that together winged their flight From the maddened hearts of many, through that long and woful night! Till the fires began to dwindle, and the shots grew faint and few, When she searches for her offspring round the relics of her nest. head, And the living lips were burning on the cold ones of the dead. far more wretched I than they, Left the maiden with her lover, left the mother with her son. Woman's weakness shall not shame me why should I have tears to shed? Could I rain them down like water, O my hero! on thy head - When the valiant and the noble died around the dauntless Græme! Praying for a place beside thee, dearer than my bridal-bed : And I'll give thee tears, my husband, if the tears remain to me, When the widows of the foeman cry the coronach for thee! [JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES was born in Cork, Ireland, in 1784, and died In 1862. He was the author of "The Hunchback," "Virginius," "William Tell," "The Wife," and several other plays, some of which have been highly successful. He was originally an actor and teacher of elocution, but in his latter years he was a zealous and eloquent preacher of the Baptist denomination. The following extract is from "William Tell," a play founded on the leading incidents in the life of the Swiss patriot of that name. Gesler, (pronounced Ges'ler,) is the Austrian governor of Switzerland, and Sarnem one of his officers.] [WILLIAM TELL, ALBERT, AND GESLER.] 5 GESLER. What is thy name? TELL. My name? It matters not to keep it from thee now: My name is Tell. GES. Tell! - William Tell? TELL. The same. GES. What! he so famed 'bove all his countrymen For guiding o'er the stormy lake the boat? And such a master of his bow, 't is said 10 His arrows never miss! - Indeed - I'll take 15 Condition. TELL. Name it. GES. I would see you make A trial of your skill with that same bow TELL. Name the trial you Would have me make. As though instinctively you guessed it. TELL. Look upon my boy! What mean you? Look 25 Instinctively! You do not mean no You would not have me make a trial of My skill upon my child! — Impossible! I do not guess your meaning. GES. I would see 30 Thee hit an apple at the distance of A hundred paces. TELL. Is my boy to hold it? no upon 5 10 GES. No. TELL No! I'll send the arrow through the core ! GES. It is to rest upon his head. TELL. Great Heaven, you hear him! GES. Thou dost hear the choice I give — Or death to both of you; not otherwise TELL. O monster! GES. Wilt thou do it? ALBERT. Ke will! he will! TELL. Ferocious monster! A father murder his own child. GES. Take off 15 His chains, if he consent. TELL. With his own hand! GES. Does he consent? - Make ALB. He does. [Gesler signs to his officers, who proceed to take off Tell's chains. Tell all the time unconscious what 20 they do.] TELL. With his own hand! Murder his child with his own hand - This hand! The hand I've led him, when an infant, by! 'Tis beyond horror 't is most horrible. 25 Amazement! [His chains fall off] What's that you've 30 done to me. Villains! put on my chains again. My hands Are free from blood, and have no gust for it, That they should drink my child's! Here! here! I'll not Murder my boy for Gesler. The arrow through thy brain or, missing that, Shoot out an eye—or, if thine eye escape, Mangle the cheek I've seen thy mother's lips 5 10 Cover with kisses! Hit thee-hit a hair Of thee, and cleave thy mother's heart GES. Dost thou consent? TELL. Give me my bow and quiver. GES. For what? TELL. To shoot my boy! ALB. No, father - no! To save me! - You'll be sure to hit the apple- TELL. Lead me forth I'll make the trial! ALB. Thank you! TELL. Thank me! Do I will not make the trial, 15 To take him to his mother in my arms, 20 And lay him down a corpse before her! GES. Then he dies this moment- and you certainly Do murder him whose life you have a chance To save, and will not use it. TELL. Well - I'll do it: I'll make the trial. 25 And Heaven - unless its thunders muttered at The deed, and sent a bolt to stop it! Give me |