to talk about the heroes of thy faith? The Templar's interview with Athanasios is peculiarly characteristic of the tone and style of the piece. The reader will thank us for extracting it entire. Patriarch. So, sir knight, I'm truly happy to meet the brave young man-so very young too— Templar. More than is already hardly will come of him, but less, my reverend father, that may chance. Patriarch. It is my prayer at least a knight so pious may for the cause of christendom and God long be preserved; nor can that fail, so be young valour will lend ear to aged counsel. With what can I be useful any way? Templar. With that which my youth is without, with counsel. Patriarch. Who says that? Indeed none should omit to make use of the reason deign'd to make known a mean, by which the welfare in some peculiar and especial manner Templar. Suppose, my reverend father, that a jew possess'd he pick'd up, purchas'd, stole her in her childhood- allows her to remain a jewess, and to think herself his daughter. what then ought to be done? Patriarch. I shudder! But Reverend father, first will you please explain if such a case be fact, or only an hypothesis? That is to say, if you, of your own head, invent the case, or if indeed it happen'd, and still continues happening? Templar. I had thought that just to learn your reverence's opinion this were all one. Patriarch. All one-now see how apt proud human reason is in spiritual things to err: 'tis not all one; for, if the point in question be a mere sport of the wit, 'twill not be worth our while to think it thro', but I should recommend the curious person to theatres, where oft, with loud applause, such pro and contras have been agitated. But if the object should be something more than by a school-trick-by a sleight of logic to get the better of me-if the case be really extant, if it should have happen'd within our diocese, or-or perhaps here in our dear Jerusalem itself, why then Templar. What then? Patriarch. Then were it proper to execute at once upon the jew Patriarch. And the laws foremention'd have decreed, that if a jew shall to apostacy seduce a christian, he shall die by fire. Templar. So. Patriarch. How much more the jew, who forcibly tears from the holy font a christian child, and breaks the sacramental bond of baptism; for all what's done to children is by force I mean except what the church does to children. Patriarch. That's nothing; the Jew has still deserv'd the faggot-for 'twere better it here died in misery why should the jew forestall the hand of God? 'tis said, he has not so much taught the maid of what our reason teaches about God. Patriarch. That's nothing! still the jew is to be burnt and for this very reason would deserve to be thrice burnt. How, let a child grow up without a faith? Not even teach a child the greatest of its duties, to believe? "Tis heinous! I am quite astonish'd, knight, Templar. The rest, right reverend sir, in the confessional, but not before." The Sultan's second interview with the Templar is beautiful, and even affecting. "Templar. I thy prisoner, Sultan. Saladin. Thou my prisoner and shall I not to him whose life I gave Templar. What 'twere worthy thine and not to take for granted. But, O Sultan, of gratitude for a life spared, agrees not with my station or my character. At all times, 'tis once more, prince, at thy service. lurking all this time? Or in what cavern slept? if I saw thee alone, and not myself. Thanks that so much of this fond sweet illusion at least is true, that in my sear of life an Assad blossoms for me." The following soliloquy of the Templar, in the Place of Palms, before Nathan's house, is striking: "No, into this house I go not-sure at last he'll shew himself-once, once they used to see me when he'll send out most civilly to beg me not to pace up and down before his door. to bring him round. And does the christian nestle deeper in me than the jew lurks in him? Who, who can justly estimate himself? How comes it else that I should grudge him so the little booty that he took such pains to rob the christians of? A theft, no less than such a creature tho'—but whose, whose creature? Sure, not the slave's who floated the mere block on to life's barren strand, and then ran off; but his the artist's, whose fine fancy moulded upon the unown'd block a godlike form, whose chisel grav'd it there. Recha's true father, spite of the christian who begot her, is, must ever be, the jew. Alas, were I to fancy her a simple christian wench, and without all that which the jew has given, which only such a jew could have bestow'd speak out my heart, what had she that would please thee? shrinks to a pretty twisting of the muscles be that, which makes her smile, suppos'd unworthy of all the charms in ambush on her lips? No, not her very smile--I've seen sweet smiles on flatterers, on wicked wooers spent, and did they charm me then? Then wake the wish who alone gave this higher value to her." The following is still more pathetic. It is Recha's account of Daya's communication to her, of her real birth and parentage : "Coming hitherward, we past a fallen temple of the christians she all at once stood still, seem'd inly struggling, turn'd her moist eyes to heaven, and then on me. through this old fane-she leads the way, I follow. and tottering ruin-all at once she stops by the sunk steps of a low moorish altar. O how I felt, when there, with streaming tears she fell. And by the holy virgin, with looks of heartfelt sympathy and love, I would at length take pity of myself at least forgive, if she must now unfold what claims her church had on me.- That I am sprung of christian blood-baptiz'd- We have only room for another extract. That, however, is the most beautiful in the piece. It is the old story of the |