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And Daniel falls into the deep-laid toils Your well-feign'd zeal for me. I should Our prudence spread.

have known Sor. That he should fall so soon, When selfish politicians, hackney'd long Astonishes e'en me! what ! not a day ! In fraud and artifice, affect a glow What! not a single moment to defer Of patriot fervour, or fond loyalty, His rash devotions? Madly thus to rush Which scorns all show of interest, that's the On certain peril quite transcends belief! moment When happen'd it, Pharnaces ?

To watch their crooked projects,-Well

On the instant : thou know'st Scarce is the deed accomplish'd. As he How dear I held him ; how I priz'd his made

truth ! His ostentatious pray'r, e'en in the face Did I not choose him from a subject world, Of the bright God of day, all Babylon Unbless'd by fortune, and by birth ungrac'd, Beheld the insult offer'd' to Darius.

A captive and a Jew? Did I not love him ? For, as in bold defiance of the law,

Was he not rich in inuependent worth? His windows were not clos'd. Our chosen And great in native goodness? That undid bands,

him !

[great, Whom we had plac'd to note him, straight There, there he fell! If he had been less rush'd in,

| He had been safe, Thou could'st not bear And seiz'd him in the warmth of his blind his brightness; zeal,

| The lustre of his virtues quite obscur’d, Ere half his pray'r was finish'd. Young And dimm'd thy fainter merit. Rash old Araspes,

man! With all the wild extravagance of grief, Go, and devise some means to set me free Prays, weeps, and threatens. Daniel silent From this dread load of guilt! Go set at stands,

work With patient resignation, and prepares Thy plotting genius to redeem the life To follow them. —But see, the king ap- Of venerable Daniel! proaches!

Phar.

'Tis too late. Sor. How's this ? deep sorrow sits upon He has offended 'gainst the new decree; his brow,

| Has dar'd to make petition to his God, And stern resentment fires his angry eye! Although the dreadful sentence of the act

Full well he knew. And by th' establish'd Enter DARIUS.

law Dar. O, deep-laid stratagem! (, artful Of Media, by that irrevocable, wile!

Which he has dar'd to violate, he dies ! To take me unprepar'd, to wound my heart, Dar. Impiety ! presumption ! monstrous E'en where it feels most tenderly, in friend law!

Irrevocable? Is there aught on earth To stab my fame! to hold me up a mark Deserves that name? Th' eternal laws To future ages, for the perjur'd prince

alone Who slew the friend he loved ! 0 Daniel, Of Oromasdes are unchangeable ! Daniel,

All human projects are so faintly fram’d, Who now shall trust Darius ? Not a slave So feebly plann’d, so liable to change, In my wide empire, from the Indian main So mix'd with error in their very form, To the cold Caspian, but is more at ease | That mutable and mortal are the same. Than I, his monarch ! Yes! I've done a But where is Daniel ! Wherefore comes he deed

- not Will blot my honour with eternal stain ! To load me with reproaches? to upbraid me Pharnaces ! O, thou hoary sycophant! With all the wrongs my barb'rous haste has Thou wily politician ! thou hast snar'd I done him ! Thy unsuspecting master!

Where is he? Phar,

Great Darius, Phar. He prepares to meet his fate, Let not resentment blind thy royal eyes. This hour he dies, for so the act decrees. In what am I to blame? who could suspect Dar, Suspend the bloody sentence. Bring This obstinate resistance to the law ?

him hither, Who could foresee that Daniel would per- Or rather let me seck him and implore force

His dying pardon, and his parting pray’r. Oppose the king's decree? Dar.

Thou, thou foresaw'st it ! Thou know'st his righteous soul would ne'er endure

PART VI.
So long an interval of pray'r. But I,
Deluded king! 'twas I should have foreseen

Scene-Daniel's house,
His steadfast piety, I should have thought
Your earnest warmth had some more secret

DANIEL, ARASPES. source,

[your love, Ara. Still let me follow thee; still let Something that touch'd you nearer than me hcar

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The voice of Wisdom, ere the silver cord [Of fierce resentment; but I cannot stan.I
By death's cold hand be loosen'd.

That touching silence, nor that patient eye Dan.

Now I'm ready! Of meek respect.
No grief, no woman's weakness, good

Thou art my master still.
Araspes!

Dar. I am thy murderer! I have siga'd
Thou should'st rejoice my pilgrimage is o'er, thy death!
And the blest heaven of repose in view. 1 Dan. I know thy bent of soul is honoura-
Ara, And must I lose thee, Daniel? inust
thou die ?

Thou hast been gracious still ! Were it not Dan. And what is death, my friend, that so, I should fear it!

I would have met th' appointment of high To die ! why 'tis to triumph; 'tis to join

Heaven The great assembly of the good and just; With humble acquiescence; but to know Immortal worthies, heroes, prophets, saints! Thy will concurr'd not with thy servant's Oh! 'tis to join the band of holy men,

fate, Made perfect by their sufferings ! 'Tis to Adds joy to resignation. meet

Dar,

Here I swear My great progenitors ! 'Tis to behold By him who sits enthron'd in yon bright sun, Th' illustrious patriarchs; they with whom Thy blood shall be aton'd! On these thy the Lord

foes, Deign'd hold familiar converse, 'Tis to see Thou shalt have ample vengeance. Bless'd Noah and his children, once a world! Dan.

Hold, O king! 'Tis to behold, oh, rapture to conceive ! Vengeance is mine, th' eternal Lord hath Those we have known, and lov'd, and lost, said; below!

Myself will recompense, with even hand,
Bold Azariah, and the band of brothers, The sinner for the sin, The wrath of man
Who sought, in bloom of youth, the scorch-Works not the righteousness of God!
ing flames !

Dar.

I had hop'd Nor shall we see heroic men alone, We should have trod this busy stage toChampions who fought the fight of faith on gether earth;

A little longer, then have sunk to rest But heavenly conquerors, angelic hosts, In honourable age! Who now shall guide Michael and his bright legions, whosubdu'd My shatter'd bark in safety? who shall now The foes of truth! To join their blest em- Direct me? (), unhappy state of kings! ploy

'Tis well the robe of majesty is gay, Of love and praise ! to the high melodies Or who would put it on ? A crown! what Of choirs celestial to attune my voice,

is it? Accordant to the golden harps of saints ! It is to bear the miseries of a people! To join in blest hosannahs to their king!. To hear their murmurs, feel their disconWhose face to see whose glory to behold, tents, Alone were heaven, though saint or seraph And sink beneath a load of splendid care! none

To have your best success ascrib'd to ForShould meet our sight, and only God were tune, there !

And Fortune's failures all ascrib'd to you!
This is to die! Who would not die for this? | It is to sit upon a joyless height,
Who would not die, that he might live for To every blast of changing fate expos'd!
ever ?

Too high for hope! too great for happiness!

For friendship too much fear'd! To all the DARIUS, DANIEL, ARASPES.

joys Dar. Where is he? where is Daniel ?-Of social freedom, and thi' endearing charm Let me see him !

Of lib'ral interchange of soul unknown! Let me embrace thać venerable form, Fate meant me an exception to the rest, Which I have doom'd to glut the greedy And though a monarch, bless'd me with a maw

I friend; Of furious lions !

| And I-have murder'd him! Dan. King Darius, hail ! Dan.

My hour approaches Dar. O, injur'd Daniel, can I see thee Hate not my mem'ry, king : protect Arasthus !

1. pes : Thus uncomplaining ! can I bear to hear Encourage Cyrus in the holy work That when the ruffian ministers of death Of building ruin'd Solyma. Farewell! Stopp'd thy unfinish'd pray’r, thy pious lips Dar. With most religious strictness I'll Had just invok'd a blessing on Darius,

fulfil
On him who sought thy lite? Thy murd'rers Thy last request. Araspes shall be next
. drop .

My throne and heart. Farewell !
Tears of strange pity, Look not on me thus
With mild benignity ! Oh! I could bear

[They embrace, The voice of keen reproac!), or the strong

Ikar, future kings! flush

"Ye unborn rulers of the nation, hear!

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Learn from my crime, from my misfortune | Rciease him, bring him hither ! break the learn,

seal Never to trust to weak or wicked hands, Which keeps him from me! See, Araspes! That delegated pow'r which Oromasdes

look! Invests in monarchs for the public good. See the charm'd lions !-Mark their mild

demeanor : Araspes, mark !--they have no pow'r to

- hurt him ! PART VII.

See how they hang their heads and smooth

their fierceness Scene-The court of the palace. The sun At his mild aspect ! rising

Aras. "Who that sees this sight,

Who that in after times shall hear this told, DARIUS, ARASPES.

Can doubt if Daniel's God be God indeed?"

Dar. None, none, Araspes! Dar. Oh, good Araspes! what a night of

Aras. horror!

Ah, he comes, he comes! To me the dawning day brings no return Enter DANIEL, followed by multitudes, Of cheerfulness or peace! No balmy sleep

Dan, Hail, great Darius! Has seal'd these eyes, no nourishment has

Dar.

Dost thou live indeed! past These loathing lips, since Daniel's fate was And live unhurt?

Aras.

O, miracle of joy! sign'd!

Dar, I scarce can trust my eyes! How Hear what my fruitless penitence resolves

didst thou 'scape? That thirty days my rashness had decreed

Dan. That briglit and glorious Being, The edict's force should last, I will devote

who vouchsat'a To mourning and repentance, fasting, Presence divine, when the three martyr'd pray'r,

brothers And all due rites of grief. For thirty days

Essay'd the caldrón's flame, supported me! No pleasant sound of dulcimer or haip,

E’en in the furious lions' dreadful den, Sackbut or flute, or psaltery, shall charm

The prisoner of hope, even there I tuin'd My car, now dead to ev'ry note of joy!

To the strong hold, the bulwark of my Aras, My grief can know no period !

strength, See that den!

Ready to hear, and mighty to redeem ! There Daniel met the furious lion's rage!

| Dar. (to Aras.) Where is Pharnaces ? There were the patient martyr's mangled

Take the hoary traitor! limbs Torn piece-meal! Never hide thy tears, of this dire edict: let not one escape.

Take too Soranus, and the chief abettors Araspes;

The punishment their deep-laid 'hate de'Tis virtuous sorrow, unalloy'd, like mine,

I visd By guilt and fell remorse! Let us approach: For holy Daniel, on their heads shall fall Who knows but that dread Pow'r to whom

With tenfold vengeance. To the lion's den he pray'd

I doom his vile accusers! All their wives, So often and so fervently, has heard him!

Their children too, shall share one common [He goes to the mouth of the den.

fate! 0, Daniel, servant of the living God! Take care that none escape-Go, good He whom thou hast serv'd so long, and Araspes. lov'd so well,

[Araspes goes out, From the devouring lion's famish'd jaw, L Dan.

Not so, Darius! Can he deliver thee?

O spare the guiltless ; spare the guilty too! Dan. (from the bottom of the den.) He Where sin is not, to punish were unjust; can-he has!

And where sin is, o king, there fell remorse Dar. Methought I heard him speak! Supplies the place of punishment! O, wondrous force 1 Dar.

No more! Of strong imagination! were thy voice My word is past! Not one request, save Loud as the trumpet's blast, it could not this, wake him

Shalt thou e'er make in vain. Approach, From that eternal sleep!

my friends;
Dan. (in the den.) Hail, king Darius! Araspés has already spread the tale,
The Gol I serve has shut the lions' mouths, And see what crowds advance!
To vindicate my innocence.

| Pro.

Long live Darius! Dar.

He speaks! Long live great Daniel too, the people's He lives!

friend! Aras, 'Tis no illusion : 'tis the sound | Dar. Draw near, my subjects. See this Of his known voice.

holy man ! Dar. Where are my servants? Haste, Death had no pow'r to harm him. Yon fell Fly, swift as lightning, free him from the band den;

TOf famish'd lions, soften'd at his sight,

Dar.

Aras.

Forgot their nature and grew tame beforeWho sits in glory unapproachable him.

Above the heavens-above the heaven of The mighty God protects his servants thus! heavens! The righteous thus he rescues from the His pow'r is everlasting ; and his throne, snare!

Founded in equity and truth, shall last While Fraud's artificer himself shall fall Beyond the bounded reign of time and space In the deep gulf his wily arts devise

Through wide eternity! With his right arm To snare the innocent!

He saves, and who opposes? HE defends, A courtier. . To the same den And who shall injure? In the perilous den Araspes bears Pharnaces and his friends: He rescu'd Daniel from the lions' mouth; Fallen is their insolence! Withi prayers and His common deeds are wonders; all HIS tears

works And all the meanness of high-crested pride, One ever-during chain of miracles ! When adverse fortune frowns, they beg for life.

Enter ARASPES. Araspes will not hear. “You heard not me,' Aras. All hail, O king! Darius, live for He cries, when I for Daniel's life implor’d; ever! His God protected him! see now if your's May all thy foes be as Pharnaces is! Will listen to your cries !'.

Dar. Araspes, speak! Dar.

Now hear,

Aras. 0, let me spare the tale !People and nations, languages and realms, 'Tis full of horror! Dreadful was the sight! O'er whom I rule! Peace be within your The hungry lions, greecly for their prey, walls !

Devour'd the wretched princes ere they That I may banish from the minds of men reach'd The rash decree gone out; hear me resolve The bottom of the den. To counteract its force by one more just. I Dar

Now, now confess In ev'ry kingdom of my wide-stretch'd 'Twas some Superior Hand restrain'd their realm,

rage, From fair Chaldea to the extremest bound And tam'd their furious appetites. Of northern Media, be my edict sent,

People.

'Tis true, And this my statute known. My heralds The God of Daniel is a mighty God! haste,

He saves and He destroys.
And spread my royal mandate through the Aras. O, friend ! O, Daniel !
land,

No wav'ring doubts can ever more disturb
That all my subjects bow the ready knee My settled faith.
To Daniel's Gon-for He alone is Lord. Dan, To God be all the glory!
Let all adore, and tremble at his name,

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REFLECTIONS OF KING HEZEKIAH,

IN HIS SICKNESS. "Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die.'—Isaiah, xxxviii. What, and no more?- Is this my soul, Shall hail great Hezekiah in the grave. said I,

| Where's he, who falsely claim'd the name My whole of being! Must I surely die?

of great? Be robb’d at once of health, of strength, of Whose eye was terror, and whose frown was

time, Of youth's fair promise, and of pleasure's Who aw'd an hundred nations from the prime?

throne ? Shall I no more behold the face of morn, See where he lies, dumb, friendless, and The cheerful daylight, and the spring's re- alone! turn?

Which grain of dust proclaims the noble
Must I the festive pow'r the banquet leave, birth?
For the dull chambers of the darksome which is the royal particle of earth?
grave!

Where are the marks, the princely ensigns Have I consider'd what it is to die?

where? In native dust with kindred worms to lie; Which is the slave, and which great David's To sleep in cheerless, cold neglect ! to rot! | heir ? My body loath’d, my very name forgot! Alas! the beggar's ashes are not known Not one of all those parasites, who bend From his, who lately sat on Israel's throne ! The supple knee, their monarch to attend !! How stands my great account? My soul What, not one friend! No, not an hireling I survey slave

| The debt Eternal Justice bids thce pay!

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Should I frail Memory's records strive to I charm'd th’ Assyrian* by my boast of blot,

wealth! Will Heaven's tremendous reck’ning be How fondly, with elab'rate pomp disforgot

I play'd Can I, alas! the awful volume tear? | My gliti’ring treasures ! with what triumph Or raze one page of the dread register? 1 . laid Prepare thy house, thy heart in order set; My gold and gems before his dazzled eyes, Prepare the Judge of Heaven and earth 10 And found a rich reward in his surprise ? meet,'

O, mean of soul ! can wealth elate the So spake the warning prophet.—Awful

heart, words!

Which of the man himself is not a part ! Which fearfully my troubled soul records. 10, poverty of pride ! O, foul disgrace ! Am 1 prepar'd? and can I meet my doom, Disgusted Reason, blushing hides her face. Nor shudder at the dreaded wrath to Mortal and proud ! strange contradicting come?

terms! h all in order set, my house, my heart? Pride for death's victim, for the prey of Does not besetting sin still claim a part?

worms! No cherish'd error, loth to quit its place, Of all the wonders which th'eventful life Obstruct within my soul the work of Of man presents; of all the mental strife grace?

Of warring passions; all the raging fires Did I each day for this great day pre Of furious appetites and mad desires, pare,

Not one so strange appears as this alone, By righteous deeds, by sin-subduing pray’r? | That man is proud of what is not his own! Did I each night, each day's offence re How short is human life! the very breath! pent,

Which frames my words, accelerates my And each unholy thought and word lament? | death, Still have these ready hands th' afflicted Of this short life how large a portions'fled! fed,

To what is gone I am already dead; And minister'd to Want her daily bread ? As dead to all my years and minutes past, The cause I knew not, did I well explore? As I, to what remains, shall be at last. Friend, advocate, and parent of the poor?

Can I past miseries so far forget, Did I, to gratify some sudden gust

To view my vanish'd years with fond reOf thoughtless appetite, some impious lust gret? Of pleasure or of pow'r, such sums employ Can I again my worn-out fancy cheat ? As would have 'flush'd pale Peniny with Indulge fresh hope? solicit new deceit? jov?

Of all the vanities weak man admires, Did I in groves forbidden altars raise, Which greatness gives, youth hopes, or Or molten gods adore, or idols praise ?

pride desires, Did my firm faith to Heaven still point the Of these, my soul, which hast thou not enway?

joy'd ? Did Charity to man my actions sway? With each, with all, thy sated pow'rs are Did meek-ey'd Patience all my steps at-l. tend ?

What can I then expect from length of Did gen'rous Candour mark me for her. days? friend?

More wealth, more wisdom, pleasure, Did I unjustly seek to build my name

health, or praise ? On the pil'd ruins of another's fame? More pleasure! hope not that, deluded Did I abhor, as hell, th’insidious lie,

king! The low deceit, th' unmanly calumný? For when did age increase of pleasure bring? Did my fix'd soul the impious wit détest? Is health, of years prolong'd the common Did my firm virtue scorn th' unhallow'd l boast ? jest?

| And dear-earn’d Fame, is it not cheaply The sneer profane, and the poor ridicule

I lost? Of shallow Infidelity's dull school?

More wisdom ! that indeed were happiness; Did I still live as born one day to die,

That were a wish a king might well conAnd view th' eternal world with constant

fess; ere?

But when did Wisdom covet length of days? If so I liv'd, if so I kept thy word,

Or seek its bliss in pleasures, wealth, or In mercy view, in mercy hear me, Lord!

praise? For oh ! how strict soe'er I kept thy law,

No :-Wisdom views with an indifferent From mercy only all my hopes I draw !'

eye My holiest deeds indulgence will require;

All finite joys, all blessings born to die. The best but to forgiveness will aspire ;

| The soul on earth is an immortal guest, If thuu my purest services regard,

Compell’d to starve at an unreal feast ; Twill be with pardon only, not reward!

How imperfection 's stamp'd on all below! This is an anachronism. Hezekiah did not show How sin intrudes in all we say or do!

his treasures to the Assyrian till after his recovery froin How late in all the insolence of health,

his sickness. VOL. I.

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