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his popular tragedy, entitled -Kluee Preserved. 1:1
the conception and execution of the stork. the uoLle

outline does not appear to enter tits iiip,t4le a rival
of that celebrated port. His .memsetliernseiptel %de-
ject is to rescue die original-Mary fratat sr pep. -
se:notion. In the prrtiee. he Mita, " The lenvi,
have gone into on thin %object will slew the ititri.o
I have taken in it. %Vomiter I hive am-welled r r
not in the tragedy. I have at least traotfrtrril
into our language an historical fact worthy of cow-
twemoration." Ite says, " I have had
view to the singe ; iu its present state it is, ',reinte.,
not a very retnlted object of ambition ; feria's,
have been too much Lel • I the oceors to hive
thought it 60 at any time." The following esti-Art
from this week, being a prophetical description of
the fallen "stile of Veuirr, excites peculiar interest
at the prevent moment :

ACT V.—SC EN I.
The Court orate Ducal Palace the outer vitro are shut against
the people.—Tbe Doom eaters tw his lineal robinyne proces-
sion wish the Council of Ten sod other Patrician*. si .
tended hr the Guards till they arrive at the top of the
" Gi•est's Stairs-alit" (where the Doge, took the oath..; ; the
Executioner is atationed there with his Byroad. fin are
a Chief of the Ten takes of the ducal rap trio the Dopes
bred.
lIINIXTIN D.
Haut thou inure
To Miler Of to du ?

DOGE.
May I 'torah
SIMINTENDE.
Thou en3).st;

But recollect the people ore oithout,
&pusd the compass of the human voice.

DOGE.
I speak to Time and to Eternity,
Of which I grow a porti )))) nut to man.
Ye demean ! its which to be result.* d
!tastes, let my voter be as a spi►it
Upon you ! Ye blue waves! which bore my banner,
Ye *Mils ! which dutter'd o'er as if you loved
And Gird my swelling tails as they were wafted
To many a triumph! Thou, my native earth,
Which I have bled for, sad thou foreign earth,
Which shank this willing blood from many a wound!
Ye atones, in whirl my gore will out sink, but
Reek up to Heaven! Ye skies, whit), will receive it!
Thou suit! which thioeat on these things, and Thou
Who Itimllest sad who qoeuellest suns!—Attest!

I am nut innocent—hut are these guiltless
I perish, bat not unavenged ; fir ages
Float up from the abyss of time to be,
And show these eyes, before they close, the door
Of this 'SOW city, and leave my curse
On her and benefit,' ever!—Yes, the hours
Are silently enigendering of the day,
When she, who built 'gainst Attila a bulwark,
Shall yield, sad bloodlessly sad basely yield
Unto • bastard Attila, without
Shedding so much blood in her last defence
As these old reins, oft in shielding her,
Shall pour an sacrifice.—She shall be bought
And sold, and be an appanage to ►hose
Who shall despise her !—She shall stoop to be
A proviso: for as empire, petty town
In lieu of capital, with slaves fur senates,
Beggars fee rubles, panda.. for • people!
Then when the Hebrew's in thy palaces,
The Han lathy high places, and the Greek
Walks o'er thy mart, and smiles en it fur his!
%Viten thy patricians beg their bitter bread
In narrow streets, and is their shameful ueed
Make their nobility a plea fur pity !
Then, when the few who Mill retain a wreck
Of their great fathers heritage shall fawn
Round a barbarian Vice of Kings' Viee.gerent,
Even in the palace where they sway'd as sovereigits,.
Even in the palace where they slew their sovereign.
Proud of some stelae they have disgraced, or sprung
From an adult boastful of her guilt
With some large gondolier or foreign soldier,
Shall bear about their bastardy in triumph
'f o the third spurious generation i—when
Thy sons are in the lowest scale of toeing,
Slaves turu'J o'er to the vauquish'd by the victors,
Despised by cowards fur greater cowardice,
And scurn'd even by the vicious for such vices
As in the monstrous grasp of their conception
Defy all codes to image or to name them ;
Then, w►en of Cyprus, now thy subject kingdom,
All thine inheritance shall be her shame
&Mated on thy less virtuous daughters, grown
A wider provesh toe souse prostitution;—
When iII the ills of conytier'd states shall cling thee,
Vire without splendour, sin without relief
Even from the gloss of love to smooth it o'er,
But in its stead coarse lusts of labitude,
Prurient, yet passionless, cold studied lewdness,
Depraving nature's frailty to an art ;
When these and more are heavy uu thee, when
Smiles without mirth, sod pastimes without pleasure,
Youth without honour, age without rtspeet,
Meaaness and weakness, and a sense of woe
'Gainst which thou wilt nut strove, and dar'st not murmur,
Have made thee last and worst of peopled de ,
Then, in the last gasp athlete agony,
Amidst thy many murders, think of mine!
Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!
Gehenna of the waters! thou sea Sodom !
Thus 1 devote thee to the infernal gods !
Thee sad thy serpent seed !
[Here tie Doge tarns, and edit enee the Executioner.
Slave, do thise office!
Strike as I struck the foe! Strike m I would
Have struck them tyrants! Strike deep as my curse!
Strike--and but once!
[Ti. Doge throws Aimed/ upon his lases, and as the Err•
limn mists it. sword the wire closes.

The prospect at present for a full crop of sppl,l
was never More promising.