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To be accosted by a man like you.

Marg. (on her knees.) Who gave the What, thought 1, sure he must have seen in hangman power

So soon to wake and slay ? Some sign of wantonness, or levity ? Why call'st thou me at midnight's hoar? Yet, I confess, I scarcely know what charm 0! let me live till day!Arrested me, as I refused your arm.

Is it not time when morn has sprung? (They make love.

(She stands up Mar. The night draws on.

And I am yet so young! so young! Meph. True, and we must away.

And yet so soon to perish by your laws. Mar. I would invite you here to stay,

Once I was fair toom that is just the cause. But in an evil neighbourhood we dwell, One friend was near me then : he too is Where nothing suits each gaping fool so

fled. well,

My flowers are wither'd, and my garland As when, neglecting all his own affairs,

dead. At everybody else he stares ;

Seize me not thus ! it gives me pain. And thus their talk would be of me and Have I e'er wrong'd thee? why then you,

bind me so ? And of these two.

Let not my woman's voice implore in Good night!"

vainWe are very loath to turn over so

Can I have hurt one whom I do not

know? many pages, but we must pass to the last scene of all. The poor ruined

Faust. Can I outlive this hour of woe ! girl, who has innocently killed her

Marg. Ah! I am now within thy power; mother, and madly her child, is aloue My child! I nursed it many an hour,

Yet let me clasp my only joy, in her dungeon-She is to leave it for

But then they took it from me to annoy, the gallows at day-break. Faust, her

And now they say the mother kill'd her miserable betrayer, more miserable boy. than she, appears at the door with a * And she shall ne'er be happy more'bundle of keys and a lamp.—But we That is the song they sing to give me entreat our reader to turn back to the pain; number of June 1820, ere he proceeds

It is the end of an old strain, to read what follows—or if Madame But never meant me before. de Stael's Germany be at hand, it will

Faust. He, whom you deem'd so far, be.

fore you lies, do equally well.

To burst your chains, and give the life you Faust, with a Bundle of Keys and a

prize.

Marg. Oh! raise we to the saints our Lamp before a low iron Door. Faust. Strength to my limbs my faint

prayer !

For see, bencath the stair, ing soul denies,

Beneath the door-stone swell Sick with the sense of man's collected

The penal flames of hell.

The evil one, Behind this dungeon's dripping wall she lies,

In pitiless wrath,

Roars for his prey. Frenzy the crime for which her blood

Faust. (aloud) Margaret ! Margaret ! must flow. Traitor, thou darest not enter in

Marg. (starting) That was his voice ! To face the witness of thy sin.

[She springs up ; her chains fall off Forward ! thy cowardice draws down Where is he? for I know 'twas he. the blow.

None, none shall stay me; I am free! Marg. (within) sings. Now shame on 'Tis to his bosom I will fly, my mother,

In his embraces I will lie.
Who brought me to light,

His Margaret he calls, on the threshold he And foul fall my father

stands, Who nursed me in spite.

'Mid the laughter and howls of the fierd: Faust. (unlocking the door.) She dreams ish bands';

not that her lover hears the strain, Through the shouts of their malice, their The straw's sad rustling, and the clinking hissings of scorn, chain.

How sweetly his voice of affection was Marg. (hiding herself in the straw on borne ! schich she lies.)

Faust. 'Tis 1. Woe, woe! they wake me! bitter fate ! Marg. Oh, say it, say it, once again, Faust. Hush, hush ! I come to give thee My friend, my lover! Where is now my means to fly.

pain ? Marg. Art thou a man ? then be com- Where is my chain, my dungeon, and my

passionate. Faust. Soft! thou wilt wake thy jailers He comes himself to comfort and to save. with that cry.

- Dungeon.

woe ;

I see the church's aisle, the street, (He seizes the chains to unlock them. W'here first we dared to gaze, to meet:

grave ?

lie,

The garden blooms before me now,

Marg. To wander with you ?
Where first we shared the kiss, the vow. Faust. To be free.
Faust. A way ! away!

Marg. To death! I know it I preMarg. Oh, not so fast!

pareTime is with you so sweetly past.

I come; the grave is yawning there! Faust. Haste, Margaret, haste ! The grave, no farther—'tis our joumey's For, if thou lingerest here,

end. We both shall pay it dear.

You part. Oh! could I but your steps atMarg. What, thou canst kiss no more ! tend. Away so short a time as this,

Faust. You can ! But wish it, and the And hast so soon forgot to kiss !

deed is done. Why are my joys less ardent than they Marg. I may not with you ; hope for were ?

me is none ! Once in those folding arms I loved to How can I fly? They glare upon me still !

It is so sad to beg the wide world through, Clung to that breast, and deem'd my hea- And with an evil conscience too ! ven was there,

It is so sad to roam through stranger lands, Till, scarce alive, I almost long'd to And they will seize me with their iron die !

hands! Those lips are cold, and do not move, Faust. I will be with you. Alas! unkind, unkind !

Marg. Quick ! fly! Hast thou left all thy love,

Save it, or the child will die ! Thy former love, behind ?

Through the wild wood, Faust. Follow me! follow, Margaret ! To the pond ! be not slow :

It lifts its head! With twice its former heat my love shall The bubbles rise ! glow.

It breathes !
Margaret, this instant come, 'tis all I pray. Oh save it, save it!
Marg. And art thou, art thou, he for Faust. Reflect, reflect !
certain, say?

One step, and thou art free!
Faust. I am ; come with me.

Marg. Had we but pass'd the hillside Marg. Thou shalt burst my chain,

loneAnd lay me in thy folding arms again. My mother there sits on a stone. How comes it, tell me, thou canst bear my Long she has sat there, cold and dead, sight?

Yet nodding with her weary head. Know'st thou to whom thou bring'st the Yet wioks not, nor signs, other motion is

means of Aight ? Faust. Come, come! I feel the morn- She slept for so long, that she wakes no

ing breeze's breath. Marg. This hand was guilty of a mo- Faust. Since words are vain to rouse thy ther's death!

sleeping sense, I drown'd my child ! And thou canst tell, I venture, and with force I bear thee hepce. If it was mine, 'twas thine as well.

Marg. Unhand me! leave me! I will I scarce believe, though so it seem

not consent ! Give me thy hand. I do not dream- Too much I yielded once! too much reThat dear, dear hand. Alas, that spot!

pent! Wipe it away, the purple clot!

Faust. Day! Margaret, day! your hour What hast thou done ? Put up thy sword ; will soon be past. It was thy Margaret's voice implored. Marg. True, 'tis the day; the lastFaust. Oh Margaret ! let the hour be the last ! past;

My bridal day !—'twill soon appear. Forget it, or I breathe my last.

Tell it to none thou hast been here. Marg. No ; you must live till I shall We shall see one another, and soon shall

trace
For each their separate burial-place. But not at the dance will our meeting be.
You must prepare betimes to-morrow We two shall meet
Our home of sorrow.

In the crowded street:
For my poor mother keep the best ; The citizens throng—the press is hot,
My brother next to her shall rest.

They talk together I hear them not : Me, Margaret, you must lay aside,

The bell has toll'd—the wand they breakSome space between, but not too wide. My arms they pinion till they ache! On the right breast my boy shall be ; They force me down upon the chair ! Let no one else lie there but he.

The neck of each spectator there "Twere bliss with him in death to lie, Thrills, as though itself would feel Which, on this earth, my foes deny, The headsman's stroke_thesweeping steel! "Tis all in vain-you will not mind, And all are as dumb, with speechless pain, And yet you look so good, so kind. As if they never would speak again ! Faust. Then be persuaded—come with Faust. Oh, had I never lived !

Mephistopheles (appears in the doorway)

o'er ;

more.

see

me.

Off! or your life will be but short; that vulgar and petulant sneering, with
My coursers paw the ground, and snort ! which the gentlemen of the press are
The sun will rise, and off they bound.
Marg. Who is it rises from the ground ! ance of a gentleman-still more of a

ever ready to insult the first appear'Tis he!--the evil one of hell! What would he where the holy dwell ?

nobleman. But all this will be of no

avail. 'Tis me he seeks !

He has a right to be tried by Faust. To bid thee live.

his literary peers, and from their deci. Marg: Justice of Heaven! to thee my sion he has no reason to shrink. Mr soul I give !

Coleridge himself will not now dream Meph. (to Faust.)

of translating the Faust-another hand Come ! come ! or tarry else with her to die. has done almost all that could be done Marg. Heaven, I am thine! to thy em- even by him; and the English public brace I fly!

may congratulate themselves upon the Hover around, ye angel bands !

possession of one more work worthy to Save me! defy him where he stands. be associated with Coleridge's WalHenry, I shudder ! 'tis for thee.

lenstein-worthy of being placed above Meph. She is condemn'd!

even the best of Mr Gillies's translaVoices from above. Is pardon'd! Meph. (to Faust.) Hence, and flee!

tions from the German theatre and (Vanishes with Faust. worthy of being placed above them Marg. (From within.) Henry! Henry! for this one plain, simple reason that

Goethe is what Müller, Grillparzer, We notice that Lord F. Gower has and Oehlenshlaeger aspire to be and given but a very mutilated version of may perhaps be ere they die ; but certhe May-day night scene. This was tainly have not as yet shewn themwrong in every point of view. It de- selves to be. We hope this splendid stroys the poem of Goethe; and, if his example will not be lost upon Mr Lordship thought, (which he probably Gillies. We earnestly hope he will did, and certainly might well do,) that turn seriously to the true masterpieces he could not outstep Shelley in this of German genius, and not meddle why not adopt the fragment at once ? with the pupils, however meritorious, We trust this may yet

be done. As it until their great, and we half fear, is, Lord Francis has produced a work inimitable masters have been exhaustwhich must at once give him a place, ed. Let him give us the BRIDE OF and no mean one, among the literary Messina-or the William Tellmen of his time. He must prepare or the Egmont, and take his place himself for encountering something of where he is entitled to be.

RAPP'S MEMOIRS. Most of our readers must have seen enemies' troops, inspired the Emperor the print of Gérard's picture of the bat at the moment with the idea of the tle of Austerlitz-indeed it is on many picture, afterwards executed by Géa snuff-box. They may remember the rard.” cavalry officer, who, with his hat off, Rapp was a native of Alsace; he and sabre broken, is galloping up to early distinguished himself under DeNapoleon, who receives him, sur- saix, and was taken notice of by that rounded by his suite. This is no talented general. He soon rose to faother than the author of the autobio. vour under Napoleon, whose esteem graphical volume now before us, the at times, and whose suspicion and disGeneral Rapp himself., He was re- pleasure, at others, he won by a militurning from the decisive charge which tary frankness and bluntness of speech. he had led in person, and which decided Whenever any of Rapp's friends fell the day. “My sabre half broken," into disgrace with Napoleon, the blunt says he, “ my wound, the blood with Alsacian was sure to shew it by some which I was covered, the decisive ad- expression of spleen or ill-timed exvantage gained over the choice of the postulations. And he thus became

• Mémoires du Général Rapp, Aide-de-camp de Napoléon écrits par lui-même. Paris et Londres, 1823.

generally implicated in the misfor. — Yes, rejoined Napoleon, Madam tunes of Regnier, Bernadotte, and sub- Barilli, the singer, is dead.'” sequently of Josephine. But his gal

He mystified indiscretion, says Rapp, lantry at Austerlitz and Essling, with

but repulsed neither pleasantry por twenty and odd wounds, out-balanced

frankness. his want of flexibility with Napoleon.

After some chapters devoted to the Ney and Rapp were the only generals,

character of Napoleon, and to anecsaid Napoleon, that preserved the dotes concerning him, the Memoirs hearts of stout soldiers in the retreat

proceed with the “ Third War of from Moscow. Rapp certainly paid

Austria," when, all hopes of invading his court at the Tuilleries in 1814,

our island being at an end, the French and in 1815 commanded the army of the Rhine for his old master. We the remains of his army in Ulm. Se

succeeded in shutting up Mack with shall see, whether the curious inter- gur's account of the surrender is exview, in which Napoleon won him over, can excuse the desertion. He be- ceedingly interesting ; the getting

pos

session of the bridge over the Danube came afterwards chamberlain, or some at Vienna is one of the best morceaus such officer about Louis the Eigh- of Rapp's books, and shews how efteenth's person, and was on duty at

fectually Buonaparte was seconded by St Cloud the very day that the news the dexterity and courage of his geof Napoleon's death arrived in Paris;

nerals: the veteran, summoned suddenly before the King, made his appearance in

“ We were marching on the traces of

the enemy's rear-guard. It would have undissembled tears :-“ Go, Rapp,"

been easy for us to have routed it, but we said the Monarch, “ I honour you for knew better. The object was to deceive this tribute to your old master." them into an abatement of vigilance: we

These memoirs, seemingly excited never pushed them, but, on the contrary, by the ultra calumnies against the Ex- spread about reports of approaching peace. Emperor, which they commence with We permitted troops and baggage to esanswering, are sketched by the bold cape; a few men were of little importance and hurried hand of an old soldier. in comparison with the preservation of the He represents Napoleon as mild, ten

bridges. Once broken, we would have had

the whole campaign to fight over again. der, and scarcely ever inexorable in matters of life and death. He relates

Austria was assembling fresh forces, Prus

sia was throwing off the mask; and Russia many instances of successful interfe

presented herself prepared for action with rence in such cases, but allows that

all the resources of these two powers. The he was often driven into excesses by possession of the bridges was a victory, the servile adulations of the court. and one only to be obtained by surprise. He represents him as open to advice, We took our measures in consequence. even to remonstrance, though intole- The troops stationed on the route were forrant of the common-place arguments, bidden to give the least demonstration that which his relations especially some- might create alarm ; no one was perinitted times pestered him with.

to enter Vienna. When everything haul « Fesch was about to remonstrate with

been seen, and examined, the Grand Duke him one day on the war in Spain. He had

took possession of that capital, charging not uttered two words, when Napoleon,

Lannes and Bertrand to make a strong drawing towards the window, asked, “Do

reconnoissance on the river.

These two you see that star ?'--It was broad day.

officers were followed by the Tenth Hus. . No,' replied the archbishop.—Well,

sars. They found at the gates of the Fauas long as I alone can perceive it, I follow bourg a post of Austrian cavalry. There my plan, and suffer no observations.'" had been no fighting for three days; there The following anecdote, though no

was a kind of suspension of arms on both

sides. Lannes and Bertrand address the thing in itself, may account for the

commandant, enter into conversation with contradictions and contrary reports him, attach themselves to his steps, nor about the Emperor's apathy of feel- leave him for a moment. Arrived at the ing, on which point the author of borders of the river, they determine to folChild Harold, and the Quarterly Re- low him farther : the Austrian grows an. view, are at issue:

gry : they demand to speak with the officer “ On his return from the Russian cam- commanding the troops on the left side of paign, he was deploring with deep emo- the river. He suffers them to proceed, but tion, the death of so many gallant soldiers, without any of their hussars; the Tenth mowed down, not by the Cossacks, but by are obliged to take up a position. In the cold and hunger. A courtier seeking to meantime our troops arrived, conducted by put in his word, added, with a pitiful tone the Grand Duke (Murat) and Lannes. - We have indeed suffered a great loss.' The bridge was yet untouched, but the trains were laid, the cannoneers held the and loses time in a vain discussion. Our matches the least appearance of endea- troops profit by the time, they arrive, exvouring to pass by force had ruined the pand, and the bridge is ours," &c. enterprize. It was necessary to trick them, The Memoirs sketch livelily and raand the bonhommie of the Austrians gave pidly the victories of Austerlitz and us the means. The two marshals alighted, Jena, and livelily describe the disgust halted the column, and ordered but a very of the French soldier in Poland :small detachment to advance and establish themselves on the bridge. General Bel.

“ Quatre mots constituaient, pour eux,

tout l'idiome Polonais : Kleba? Niema; liard then advanced, walking with his hands

vota? SARA:-Bread? There's none. behind his back, accompanied by two of. ficers of his staff. Lannes joined him with

Water 2 You shall have it. C'était là others; they went, and came, talked, and

toute la Pologne." even ventured into the middle of the Aus- The dislike and horror of the French trians. The commander of the post at at passing the Vistula, amounted, infirst refused to receive them, but he yield. deed, almost to a presentiment, a proed at last, and conversation was establish

phetic feeling of their sufferings in ed between them. They repeated to him

Russia. Meantime, peace was conwhat Bertrand had already said, that the

cluded at Tilsit. Napoleon went to negotiations advanced, that the war was

Spain, but was soon compelled to refinished. Why,' said the Marshal, hold your cannons pointed against us?

turn by the wavering faith of the Haven't we had enough of blood, of com

North. But the fame of Wellington's bats? Do you wish to attack us, to pro

victories soon followed him—the In. long the evils of war, severer for you than

vincibles retreated—were mowed down for us. Come, no more provocation; turn by our forces--and English example your pieces.' Half convinced, half over- wrought as much against Napoleon in borne, the commandant obeyed, the artil- the North, as their arms in the South. lery was turned on the Austrians, and the “ The reports, the disasters of Baylen arms piled up.

gave Napoleon fresh doubts on the conduct “ During these arguments, the small bo- of Prussia. He charged me to redouble dy of the vanguard advanced slowly, mask- my vigilance. “Spare nothing to the Prus. ing sappers and artillerymen, who threw

sians,' he wrote me, they must not raise the combustible matters into the stream, their heads more.' poured water on the powder, and cut the " The news of the ill success which we trains. The Austrian, too ignorant of our met with in the Peninsula, spread itself language to take much interest in the con

immediately over Germany: they awakenversation, soon perceived that the troops ed new hopes, every breast was in fermen. gained ground, and endeavoured to make tation. I forwarded accounts to Napoleon: us comprehend that this was wrong, that but he did not like to be reminded of unhe would not suffer it. Lannes and Bel.

pleasant occurrences, much less when they liard tried to reassure him ; they told him, foretold a more disastrous future.

• The it was but the cold that made the soldiers Germans are pot Spaniards,' replied he; mark step, in order to warm their feet. • the phlegmatic character of the German The column, however, still approached, it has nothing in common with that of the had passed three-fourths of the bridge-the ferocious Catalonians.'” officer lost patience, and ordered his troops In opposition to the opinion of all to fire. The troop ran to arms—the pieces his counsellors, military or civilian, were pointed the position was terrible ;

Buonaparte entered Russia. We all with a little less presence of mind, the bridge was in the air, our soldiers in the know the consequences. Rapp recei. waves, and the whole campaign compro

ved four wounds in the battle of the mised. But the Austria 7 had to do with Moskwa, and lay sick when the flames men not so easily disconcerted. Marshal of Moscow began; five or six times he Lannes took hold of him on one side, Ge- dislodged to escape the flames. He neral Belliard seized him on the other ; gives a lively picture of the scene.they shake him, menace, shout, prevented The noise, the hurry, the conflagrahis being heard. In the meantime Prince

tion, the sane even affrighted, and the d'Aversperg arrives, accompanied by Ge- litters of the wounded generals meetDeral Bertrand. An officer runs to ac

ing here and there, as they were quaint Murat with the state of things, and

dragged in search of a secure spot. to pass the order to the troops to hasten their step. The Marshal advances to Aver

Rapp, however, survived, and in the sperg, complains of the commander of the retreat was dispatched by Napoleon to post, demands that he be replaced, and sent

take the command of Dantzic. Here off from the rear-guard, where he might he supported a long siege, but at trouble the negotiations.' Aversperg is de length surrendered, and was carried ceived. He argues, approves, contradicts, prisoner into Russia. He returned to

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