From that stern eye, one solitary tear,—

O torturing recollection!-one kind word

From the loved tongue which once breathed naught but kindness.

Still silent? Brother! friend! beloved companion
Of all my youthful sports!-are they forgotten?—
Strike me with deafness, make me blind, O Heaven!
Let me not see this unforgiving man

Smile at my agonies! nor hear that voice
Pronounce my doom, which would not say one word,
One little word, whose cherished memory
Would soothe the struggles of departing life!
Yet, yet thou wilt! O, turn thee, Saladin!
Look on my face,-thou canst not spurn me then;
Look on the once-loved face of Malek Adhel
For the last time, and call him-

Saladin-Seizing his hand)-Brother! brother!
Malek Adhel-(Breaking away)-Now call thy fol-

lowers;

Death has not now

A single pang in store.

Proceed! I'm ready.

Saladin-O, art thou ready to forgive, my brother?

To pardon him who found one single error,

One little failing, 'mid a splendid throng

Of glorious qualities

Malek Adhel-O, stay thee, Saladin !

I did not ask for life-I only wished
To carry thy forgiveness to the grave.
No, Emperor, the loss of Cesarea

Cries loudly for the blood of Malek Adhel.
Thy soldiers, too, demand that he who lost
What cost them many a weary hour to gain,
Should expiate his offences with his life.

Lo! even now they crowd to view my death,
Thy just impartiality. I go,

Pleased by my fate to add one other leaf

To thy proud wreath of glory.

Saladin-Thou shalt not.

[Going.]

[Enter attendant.]

Attendant-My lord, the troops assembled by your order Tumultuous throng the courts. The prince's death Not one of them but vows he will not suffer. The mutes have fled; the very guards rebel. Nor think I, in this city's spacious round, Can e'er be found a hand to do the office.

Malek Adhel-O faithful friends!-(To attendant)Thine shalt.

The other first shall lop it from the body.

Saladin-They teach the Emperor his duty well.
Tell them he thanks them for it. Tell them, too,
That ere their opposition reached our ears,
Saladin had forgiven Malek Adhel.

Attendant-O joyful news!

I haste to gladden many a gallant heart,
And dry the tear on many a hardy cheek,
Unused to such a visitor.

Saladin―These men, the meanest in society,
The outcasts of the earth,-by war, by nature,
Hardened, and rendered callous, these who claim
No kindred with thee,-who have never heard
The accents of affection from thy lips,-

O, these can cast aside their vowed allegiance,
Throw off their long obedience, risk their lives,
To save thee from destruction. While I,
I, who can not, in all my memory,

Call back one danger which thou hast not shared,
One day of grief, one night of revelry,
Which thy resistless kindness hath not soothed,

[Exit.]

Or thy gay smile and converse rendered sweeter,—
I, who have thrice in the ensanguined field,
When death seemed certain, only uttered- -"Brother!"
And seen that form, like lightning, rush between
Saladin and his foes, and that brave breast
Dauntless exposed to many a furious blow
Intended for my own,-I could forget
That 't was to thee I owed the very breath
Which sentenced thee to perish! O, 't is shameful!
Thou canst not pardon me!

Malek Adhel-By these tears, I can!
O brother! from this very hour, a new,
A glorious life commences! I am all thine!
Again the day of gladness or of anguish
Shall Malek Adhel share; and oft again.
May this sword fence thee in the bloody field.
Henceforth, Saladin,

My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine forever!

THE

TABLEAU.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE.

HE tableau represents the heroine of this popular verse standing to the right of the centre of the stage, with her face turned slightly towards the right, away from the young man, who stands beside her. Her right hand should be raised before her, as if putting him off. Her costume should be a Highland dress of plaid, or a blue skirt and white peasant-waist, with a scarf thrown over her shoulders.

The young man should stand at her left, and just in the act of putting his right arm around her waist, his left hand holding her left to his breast; while his head should he inclined forward, as if attempting to touch her cheek. He should be dressed in striped pants, white shirt, and Scotch cap. A landscape may form the background if scenery is used. Music, "Comin' thro' the Rye."

HOME RECREATIONS.

SCENE MRS. DELORME's parlor. MIRIAM, in evening dress, standing opposite a glass, with a box of jewels before her. MRS. DELORME clasping jewels on MIRIAM's arm.

MRS.

RS. DELORME-There, my dear, I think that will do. Too many jewels would betray their value. [Takes up a necklace.] These are really very pretty, my dear.

Miriam-Yes, mother, and such capital imitations. I think no one would suspect they were false.

Mrs. Delorme· - Never!

Now, my dear, you are

ready, as soon as Gerald comes.

Miriam-In the meantime, mamma, I have a confession to make. Gerald and I will be married after the ball to-night. An elopement, of course! [Laughs.]

Mrs. Delorme-Have you really succeeded so well? It is time. The last work I sent out is not paid for, and sixty cents is, at this moment, the amount of my worldly possessions.

Miriam-My dress is not paid for yet, either. Never mind! I have succeeded in making Gerald believe me an heiress, and once married, his money will supply all our deficiencies. He is very wealthy.

Mrs. Delorme-Oh, he must be! He dresses beautifully, and has such a splendid span of horses. Then his diamonds are of the first water; I can tell that. quite a catch.

He is

Miriam-Do not retire early, for an hour from the time we leave, we shall return to beg forgiveness. Do not be too easily subdued.

Mrs. Delorme-(Laughing)-The most relentless of parents could not be sterner. Return as early as you can. I am all impatience to greet my new son-in-law. [Exit.] Miriam--Time to catch him! I should think so. It

is impossible to believe him an impostor. He lives at our best hotel, drives a span of horses, and has sent me so many presents-valuable ones, too! I had my engagement-ring tested at a jeweler's, and he tells me it is a pure diamond, of great value. I had half a mind to sell it, and buy an imitation one with part of the proceeds, but that seemed going rather too far. [Bell rings outside.] Ah, there is Gerald!

[Sits down, with casket of jewels in her hand.]

Enter GERALD, hastily, not perceiving MIRIAM. Gerald-What a run! But I am safe now. [Sees MIRIAM.] Ah, Miriam, I did not see you. You are superb! [Aside]-Her jewels alone would furnish a house. [Aloud]—Well, dearest, are you ready to become Mrs.

?

Miriam-(Interrupting him)-Hush, Gerald! If mother should hear you.

Gerald-Ah, yes; I forgot for a moment. Did you receive the bouquet I sent this evening?

Miriam-No; how provoking!

Gerald-The stupid blockhead has mistaken his order. [Aside]-Queer, if she had received what was never ordered.

Miriam-Never mind, dear Gerald; do not feel vexed about it. If I had had time to send to our country-seat,