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Must hope to find him.
And stain the colour of my last adieu. Leon. Hear'ns! what dismal scene
Horror! a headless trunk! 'nor lips nor face, of death is this?
[Coming near the Body, starts Alm. Show me, for I am come in search
and lets fall the Cup. of death,
But spouting veins and mangled flesh! Oh! But want a guide, for tears have dimm'd my
oh! sight. Leon, Alas, a little further, and behold
Enter ALP so, Heli, Pere2, Guards, and Zara all pale and dead! two frightful men,
Allendants; with Garcia, Prisoner. Who seem the murderers, kneel weeping by; Alph. Away, sland off! where is she ! let Feeling remorse too late for what they've done.
me fly, But 0, forbear-lift up your eyes no more,
Save her from death, and snatch her to my But baste away, fly from this fatal place,
heart. Where miseries are multiply'd; return, Alm, Oh! Return, and look not on, for there's a dagger Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold Reads to stab the sight, and make your eyes Rain blood
Warm her to life, and wake her into gladAim. O, I foreknow, foresee that object. Is it at last then so ? Is he then dead? Give a new birth to thy long-shaded eyes, -do not weep! the springs of tears are dry'd, Then double on the day reflected light. And of a sudden I am calm, as if
Alm. Where am I? Heav'n! what does this All things were well; and yet my husband's
dream intend ? murder'd!
Alph. O mayst thou never dream of less Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this
Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! The source of woe, and let the torrent loose. Alm. Giv'n me again from death! O, all - Tbose men have left to weep! they look on
yę pow'rs, me!
Confirm this miracle! Can I believe I hope they murder all on whom they look. My sight? Bebold me well; your bloody hands have err’d, This is my lord, my life, my only husband: And wrongfully hare slain those innocents : I have him now, and we no more will part. I am the sacrifice design'd to bleed; My father too shall have compassion — Aad come prepard to yield my throat!—They Alph. O, my beart's comfort ! 'tis not giv'n bow
to this Their beads, in sign of grief and innocence! Frail life, to be entirely bless'd. E'en now,
[They point at the Bowl on the In this extremest joy, my soul can taste,
Yet I am dasb'd to think that thou must weep: And point! what mean they? Ha! a cup! 0, Thy father fell, where he desigu’d. my death.
Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds I understand what medicine bas been here. Expiring, have with their last breath confess'd
poble thirst! yet greedy, to drink all — The just decrees of heav'n, which on themselves | Ob for another draught of death!- Has turn'd their own most bloody, purposes.
(They point at the other Cup. Nay, I musl' grant, 'tis fit you should be thusThanks to the lib'ral hand that fill'd thee tbus;
[She weeps. III drink my glad acknowledgment
Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! alas! Leon. Ohold,
Thy error then is plain; but I were flint Fx mercy's sake; upon my knee I beg – Noi to o'erflow in tribute to thy memory. Alm. With thee the kneeling world should o Garcia! beg in vain.
Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes, Sorst thou not there? Bebold who prostrate Seest thou how just the hand of heav’n has lies,
been? lad pleads against thee; who shall then pre- Let us, who through our innocence survive, vail?
Still in the paths of honour persevere, Tet I will take a cold and parting leave And not from past or present ills despair: From his pale lips; I'll kiss him ere I drink, For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, jest the rank juice should blister on my And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. mouth,
HI L L. As Hill, eldest son of George Hill, Esq. of Malmsbury Abbey, Wiltshire, was born in London, Febr. 10, On The life of this suthor presenis a most astonishing instance of genius and industry. At the age of 15 we find akae in vesel bound for Constantinople, on a visit to Lord Paget, ambassador al that court
, and a distant re-=Lis bother's. His Lo dship, struck w the ardent de re of knowledge, which had induced this youth to
Endertaking, provided him with a tutor with whom he travelled through Egypt, Palestine and the greater su, Luule He returned with his Lordship from Cunstantinople by land; and profited of the occasion of their e & the dierent courts to see the greatest part of Europe. 1710, Manager of the King's Theatre, Haymarket, he
the opera of Rinaldo, the music of which was the first of Handel's compositions after his arrival in England. **** ** 2x2 could be more qualibed for this undertaking, be relinquished the management on
account of some
misunderstanding; and turned his thoughts entirely on a project of making sweet oil from beech-nnts. He obtained a patent, and had his fortune been sufficient for the undertaking he would undoubtedly have rendered this altempt of great advantage to the nation ; bul borrowing a sum of 26,000 pounds, he was obliged to submit to the formation of a company, who were to act in concert with him. These people, with the most sanguine hopes of success and ignorant of the iuventor's plans, or perhaps fearing to loose their money, upon a triling delay of their hopes, immediately commenced representations ; these cansed disputes, and the whole affair was overthrown just at the time when profils were already rising from it, and, if pursued with vigour, would, in all probability bave continued increasing and permanent. Another valuable project, that of applying the timber grown in the north of Scotland to the use of the navy, for which it had been long erroneously imagined to be unfil, he set on foot in 1727: here again we have a terrible account of the obstacles he met with : when the trees were chained together into a rall, the Highlanders could not be prevailed upon to go down the river on them, till he first went himself; and he was obliged to find out a method of doing away with the rocks (by lighting fires on them at low water), which choked up the passage in different paris of the river. The commencement of a lead mine in the same country employing all the men and horses, which had heretofore been at his service, put an end to this undertaking; however he was presented with the freedom of Inverness and Aberdeen, as a compliment for his great txertions. All this time lis pen did not continue idle: he produced The progress of "Vit, a caveat for the use of an eminent Writer ; in which he retoris very severely opon Pope, who had introduced him into The Dunciad, as one of the competitors for the prize offered by the goddess of Dalness. After the death of his wife 1731, he continued in London and in intercourse with the public till about 1738, when he withdrew to Plaistow in Essex, where his indefatigable genius projected many profitable improvements. One he lived to complete, but without benefit to himself, which was the art of making potash, equal to that bronght from Rnssia. Hero be wrote and published several poctical pieces; and adapted Voltaire's tragedy of Merope to the English Stage, which was the last work he lived to complete." He died the very day before it was to he represented for his benefit, Feb. 8. 1749, in the very minute of the earthquake. The Biographiá Dramatica says him to have been a
person of the most amiable disposition, extensive knowledge, and elegant conversation. We find him bestowing the profits of many of his works for the relief of distressed authors and artists; though he would never accept of a benefit for himsell, till his distresses at the close of his life obliged him to solicit the acting of Merope for their relief. No labour deterred him from the prosecution of any design which appeared to him to be praiseworthy and feasible, nor was it in the power of the greatest misfortunes to overcome or even shake his fortitude of mind. Although accused of being rather too turgid, and in some places obscure; yet the nervous power, and sterling sense we find in his writings ought to make us overlook our having been oliiged to take some liule pains in digging through the rock in which it is coolained; while his rigid correctness will always make him stand in an exalted rank of merit.
ZA R A. ZARA was first prodaccd 1735; and though it is founded on the principles of religious party, which are generally apt to throw an air of enthusiasm and bigotry into those di amatic works which are built on them, this piece bas al.. ways been esteemed a very superior one. The Biographia Dramatica says, “It is borrowed originally from the Zaire of Voltaire ; an author who, while he resided in England, imbibed so much of the spirit of British liberty, that his writings seem almost always calculated for the meridian of London. Mr. Hill, however, has made this as well as his other translations so much his uwn, that it is hard to determine which of the two may most properly be called the author of this play.” It is remarkable for a very extraordinary event; it is related, that u gentleman of the name of Bond, collecting a party of his friends, gol ap the play of Zara, at the music room in Villiers Street, York Buildings, aud chose the part of Lusignan for himself. His acting was considered as a prodigy; and he yielded himself up sa to the force and impetuosity of his imagination, that upon the discovery of his daughter, he fainted away, The house rung with applause; but, finding that he continaed a long time in that situation, the audience began to bc uneasy and apprehensive. With some difficulty, the representatives of Chatillon and Nerestan placed him in his chair ; be then fointly spoke, extended his arms to receive his children, raised his eyes to heaven, and then closed them for ever.
My fate's bound in by Sion's sacred wall. SCENE 1.-Enter ZARA and SelimA.
Clos'd from my infancy within this palace,
Custom has learnt, from time, the power t Sel. It moves my wonder, young and beau
please. teous Zara, Whence these new sentiments inspire your The sultan's property, his will my law;
I claim no sbare in the remoter world, heart!
Unknowing all but bim, his power, his fame Your peace of mind increases with your charms; Tears now no longer shade your eyes' soft All else, an empty dream
To live bis subject is my only hope. lustre: You meditate no more those happy climes
Sel. Have you forgot To which Nerestan will return to guide you.
Absent Nerestan then? whose gen'rous frien, You talk no more of that gay nation now,
ship Where men adore their wives, and woman's So nobly vow'd redemption from your chain
How oft have you admir'd his dauntless sou power Draws rev'rence from a polish'd people's Osman, his conqu’ror, by, his courage charm softness :
Trusted his faith, and on his word releas'd hin Their husbands’equals, and their lovers' queens! Though not return'd in time-we yet expect his Free, without scandal, wise, without restraint; Nor bad his noble journey other motive, Why have you ceas'd to wish this happy change? Than to procure our ransom.-And is this, A barr'd seraglio! sad, unsocial life!
This dear, warm hope, become an idle drean Scorn'd, and a slave! All this has lost its Zara. Since after two long years be a terror;
returns, And Syria rivals, now, the banks of Seine. Tis plain his promise 'stretch'd beyond I Zara. Joys which we do not know, we do
power, not wish.
A stranger and a slave, unknowo, like him
Prope sing much, meaus little; talks and vows, Zara. Can my fond heart, on such a feeble Deligtited with a prospect of escape :
proof, He promisid to redeen ten Christians more, Embrace a faith abhorr'd by him I love? fod free us all from slavery! I own I see too plainly custom forms us all; I once admir'd the unprofitable zeal,
Our thoughts, our morals, our most fix'd belief, But now it charms no longer.
Are consequences of our place of birth : Sel. What, if yet,
Born beyond Ganges, I had been a Pagan, He, faithful should return, and bold bis vow;'In France a Christian, I am here a Saracen: Would you not, then
'Tis but instruction all! Our parents' band lara. No matter-Time is past.
Writes on our heart the first faint characters, And every thing is chang'd.
Which time, re-tracing deepens into strength, Sel. But whence comes this?
That nothing can efface, but death or heaven! Lara. Go; 'twere too much to tell thee Thou wert not made a pris'ner in this place, Zara's fate :
Till after reasons, borrowing force from years, The sultan's secrets all are sacred here: Had lent its lustre lo enlighten faith : But my fond beart delights to mix with thine. For me, who in my cradle was their slave, Some three months past, when thou, and other Tby Christian doctrines were too lately taught
slaves, Were fored to quit fair Jordan's flow'ry bank! Yet, far from having lost the rev’rence due, Hear'n, to cut short the anguish of my days, This cross, as often as it meets my eye, Raisd me to comfort by a pow'rsul hand: Strikes through my heart a kind of awful fear! This mighty Osman!
I honour, from my soul, the Christian laws, SeL What of him?
Those laws, which, softening nature by humanity, Lara. This sultan,
Melt nations into brotherhood; no doubt This conqueror of the Christians, loves- Christians are happy; and 'tis just to love them. SeL bom?
Sel. Why have you then declar'd yourself Zara. Zara!
their foe? Tlou blusbest, and I guess thy thoughts ac- Why will you join your hand with this proud cuse me:
Osman's, But, known me better-'twas unjust suspicion. Who owes bis triumph to the Christians'ruin? temperor as he is, I cannot stoop
Zara. Ah! who could slight the offer of To honours, that bring shame and baseness
his heart? with 'em :
Nay, for I mean to tell thee all my weakness, 1 Reason and pride, those props of modesty, Perhaps I had, ere now, profess'd' thy faith, Sustain my guarded heart, and strengthen virtue; But Osman lov'd me—and I've lost it all:
-I shall now astonish thee; his greatness I think on none but Osman; my pleas'd heart, Submits to own a pure and honest flame. Filld with the blessing, to be lov'd by him, Armong the shining crowds, which live to please Wants room for other happiness. "Oh, my him,
friend! His w bole regard is fix'd on me alone: I talk not of a sceptre, which he gives me: Il offers marriage; and its rites now wait No-to be charm'd with that were thanks too To crown me empress of this eastern world.
humble! Sel. Your virtue and your charms deserve Offensive tribute, and too poor for love! it all:
'Twas Osman won my heart, not Osman's crown: Va beart is not surpris'd, but struck to hear it. I love not in him aught besides himself. li to be empress can complete your happiness, Thou think'st, perhaps, that these are starts of I rank myseil, with joy, among your slaves.
passion : iara. Be still my equal, and enjoy my But had the will of heav'n, less bent to bless him, blessings ;
Doom'd Osman to my chains, and me to fill int, thou partaking, they will bless me more. The throne that Osman sits on-ruin and Sel. Alas! but heaven! will it permit this
Catch and consume my wishes, but I wouldI not this grandeur, falsely call'd a bliss, To raise me to mysell, descend to him. Piot bitterness, and root it in your heart?
[Erit Selima. se vou forgot you are of Christian blood ? Zere. Ab, me! what hast thou said, why A grand March, Enter Osman, reading wouldst thou thus
a Paper, which he re-delivers to Orasball my wav'ring thoughts? How know I MIN, with Attendants. what,
Osman. Wait my relurn, or should there Of wbence I am? Heaven kept it bid in dark
be a cause ness,
That may require my presence, do not fear veald me from myself, and from my blood. To enter'; ever mindful that Sel. Nerestan, who was born a Christian,
[Erit Oras. etc. bere,
Follows my people's happiness. At length, baserts, that you like him, bad Christian pa- Cares have releas'd my heart-to love and Zara. rents;
Zara. 'Twas not in cruel absence, to deBrades that cross, which from your infant
prive me years
Of your imperial image; every where s been preserv'd, was found upon your You reign triumphant; memory supplies bosom, Reflection with your power;
like As if desigo'd by hear'n, a pledge of faith
'heaven, Dz to the God you purpose to forsake! Are always present and are always gracious.
Osman. The sultans, my great ancestors, This place, long sacred to the sultan's privacies. bequeath'd
Osman. Go-bring him with thee. MonTheir empire to me, but their taste they gave not;
archs, like the sun,
And punctual to discharge a Christian's duty.
To grant their rated liberty: behold
, Zara. I lear at once, with blushes and But fortune bas deny'd it; my poor all with joy,
Suffic'd no further, and a noble poverty This passion, so unlike your country's customs. Is now my whole possession. I redeem Osman. Passion, like mine, disdains my The promis'd Christians; for I taught 'em hope: country's customs;
But, for myself, i come again your slave, The jealousy, the faintness, the distrust, To wait the fuller hand of future charity. The proud, superior coldness of the east. Osman. Christian! I must confess thy cou- 4251 I know to love you, Zara, with esteem;
rage charms me; To trust your virtue, and to court your soul. But let thy pride be taught it treads too high, Nohly confiding, I unveil my heart, When it presumes to climb above my mercy. And dare inform you that 'lis all your own: Go ransomless thyself, and carry back My joys must all be yours; only my cares Their unaccepted ransoms, join'd with gifts, Shall lie conceald within, and reach'not Zara. Fit to reward thy purpose: instead of ten,
Zara. Oblig'd by this excess of tenderness, Demand a hundred Christians; they are thine: im How low, how wretched was the lot of Zara! Take 'em, and bid 'em teach their haughty Too poor with aught but thanks to pay such
They left some virtue among Saracens. Osman. Not so I love, and would be lov'd Be Lusignan alone excepted. He again;
Who boasts the blood of kings, and dares lay Let me confess it: 'I possess a soul,
claim That what it wishes, wishes ardently. To my Jerusalem-that claim, bis guilt! I should believe you hated, had you power I mourn his lot, To love with moderation; 'lis my aim, Who must in setters, lost to day-light, pine In every thing to reach supreme perfection. And sigh away old age in grief and pain. If, with an equal flame 1 touch your heart, For Zara but to name her as a captive, Marriage attends your smile. But know, 'twill Were to dishonour language; she's a prize make
Above thy purchase: all the Christian realm: Me wretched, it if makes not Zara happy. With all their kings to guide 'em, would unit Zara. Ah, sir! if such a heart as gen'rous In vain, to force her from me. Go, retire. Osman's
Ner. For Zara's ransom, with her ow Can, from my will, submit to take its bliss,
consent, What mortal ever was decreed so happy? I had your royal word. For LusignanPardon the pride with which I own my joy: Unhappy, poor old manThus wholly to possess the man I love! Osinan. Was I not heard ? To know, and to confess his will my fate! Have I not told thee, Christian, all my wil To be the happy work of his dear hands! What, if I prais’d thee! This presumptuor To be
virtue, Re-enter ORASMIN.
Compelling my esteem, provokes my pride; Osman. Already interrupted! What? Be gone; and when to-morrow's sun shall ris Who? Whence?
dominions be not found-too near Oras. This moment, sir, there is arriv'd
[E.rit Ner esta That Christian slave, who, licens'd on his faith, Zara. Assist him, heaven!
[-Asic Went hence to France; and now return'd, Osman. Zara, retire a moment.
Assume, tbroughout my palace, sovereign er Zara. Oh, licaven!
pire, Osman. Admit him.-What ?-Why comes While I give orders to prepare the pomp he not?
That waits to crown thee mistress of my throi Oras. He waits without. No Christian dares
[Leads her out, and retura approach
Orasmin! didst thou mark th'imperious slas
What could he mean?--he sigh’d-and, as he |And the proud crescent rise in bloody triumph. went,
From this seraglio having young, escap'd, Turn'd and look'd back at Zara!-didst thou Fate, three years since, restord me to my mark it?
chains; Oras. Alas! my sovereign master! let pot Then, sent to Paris on my plighted faith, jealousy
I flatter'd my fond hope with vain resolves, Strike high enough to reach your noble heart. To guide the lovely Zara to that court, Osman. Jealousy, saidst thou? I disdain it. Where Lewis has establish'd virtue's throne: So!
But Osman will detain her-yet, not Osman; Distrust is poor; and a misplac'd suspicion Zara herself forgets she is a Christian, Invites and justifies the falsehood fear'd. And loves the tyrant sultan! Let that pass : Yet, as I love with warmth, so I could hate! I mourn a disappointment still more cruel ; But Zara is above disguise and art.
The prop of all our Christian hope is lost. Jealous! I was not jealous! If I was,
Cha, Dispose me at your will; I am your I am not-no-my heart-but, let us drown Remembrance of the word, and of the image; Ner. Oh, sir, great Lusignan, so long their My heart is filled with a diviner flame.
captive, Go, and prepare for the approaching nuptials. That last of an heroic race of kings, I must allot one hour to thoughts of state, That warrior, whose past fame has filld the Then all the smiling day is love and Zara's.
world, [Exit Orasmin. Osman refuses to my sighs for ever. Monarchs, by forms of pompous misery press’d, Cha. Nay, then we have been all redeem'd lo proud, unsocial misery, unbless'd,
in vain; Would, but for love's soft influence, curse Perish that soldier who would quit his chains, their throne,
And leave his noble chief behind in fetters. And, among crowded millions, live alone. [Exit. Alas! you know him not as I have known him :
Thank' heav'n, that plac'd your birth so far Аст II.
remov'd SCENE I.
From those detested days of blood and woe:
But I, less happy, was condemn'd to see Enter NERESTAN and CHATILLON.
Thy walls, Jerusalem, beat down, and all Cha. Matchless Nerestan! generous and Our pious fatbers' labours lost in ruins!
Heav'n! had you seen the very temple rifled, You, who have broke the chains of hopeless The sacred sepulchre itself profan'd, slaves!
Fathers with children mingi'd, flame together, Appear, be known, enjoy your due delight; And our last king, oppress'd with age and The grateful weepers wait to clasp your knees;
arms, They throng to' kiss the happy hand that Murder'd, and bleeding o'er his murder'd sons! sav'd 'em!
Then Lusignan, sole remnant of his race, Indulge the kind impatience of their eyes, Rallying our fated few amidst the flames, And, at their head, command their hearts for Fearless, beneath the crush of falling towers,
The conqu’rors and the conquerd, groans Ner. Ilustrious Chatillon! this praise o'er
and death! whelms me;
Dreadful-and waring in his hand a sword, Wbat have I done beyond a Christian's duty, Red with the blood of infidels, cry'd out, Beyond what you would, in my place, have " This way, ye faithful Christians! follow me!" done ?
Ner. Ilow full of glory was that brave retreat! Cha. True—it is every honest Christian's Cha. 'Twas heav'n, no doubt, that sav'd and duty;
led him on, as, 'tis the blessing of such minds as ours, Pointed his path, and march'd our guardian For others' good to sacrifice our own.
guide: Yet, bappy they, to whom heav’n grants the We reach'd Caesareathere the general voice power
Chose Lusignan, thenceforth to give us laws. To execute, like you, that duty's call.
Alas! 'twas vain ; Caesarea could not stand For us, tbe relics of abandon'd war,
When Sion's self was fallen! we were betray'd; Forgot in France, and in Jerusalem, And Lusignan condemn'd to length of life, Left to grow old in fetters, Osman's father In chains, in damps, and darkness, and despair. Consign'd us to the gloom of a damp dungeon, Ner. Oh! I should hate the liberty he Wbere, but for you, we must have groan'd
shar'd not. out life,
I knew too well the miseries you describe, And native France have bless'd our eyes no For I was born amidst them. Chains and death,
Caesarea lost, and Saracens triumphant, Ner. The will of gracious heav'n, that soft-Were the first objects which my eyes e'er
end Osman, Inspir'd me for your sakes: but with our joy Hurried, an infant, among other infants, Flows, mir’d, a bitter sadness. I bad hop'd Snatch'd from the bosoms of their bleeding To save from their perversion, a young beauty,
mothers, Wbo, in her infant innocence, with me, A temple sar'd us, till the slaughter ceas'd; Was made a slave by cruel Noradin; Then were we sent to this ill-fated city; When, sprinkling, Syria with the blood of Here, in the palace of our former kings, Christians,
To learn from Saracens their hated faith, Caesarea's walls saw Lusignan surpris'd, And be completely wretched. Zara, too,