Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1829-03-17

And minglc with the blue and boundless heaven.
Csom.-Nay talk not thus, Maria, talk not thus!
must not lose thee, for, when thou gone,
There is void in this distracted bosom
Zoo wide for worlds to fill.
BIy heart is broken, and thy constant love,
Like fresh green moss upon a fallen column,
las long been all that holds the perishng fragments
In its soft touch together.
Mrs. C.--lst come to this?
Aud hangs thy happiness upon thread
So irail as this poor life Will all thy honors,
Thy conquests, dgnites, avail thee nothing
Thine arc the throne. the sceptre--
Crom.-Baubles Baubles!
Would that my soul had ne'er been ,urod by such;
Oh ! that could return into the womb
Aud be the nothing that was, or live
My days of happy boyhood DER again
Ny innocent boyhood when slept soft sleeps
Unbroken. unembttcred, and shed tears,
Not like these lava drops tina: furrow up
a'he che :ks they course, bat the hearts gentlest
waters,
Tightening the fcunt they flowed from:
Nr, r''t,r still, that could drop at once
IIi.o lac s.,tu, grave But, tho Eve prayed
For death, he will not come, and kindly add
i'hc body's ruin to tho wreck within.
\ las ! my sou! is like n weapon, which
Heavens lghtnings have destroyed, vet left I'M
scatled
Its scabburd of vile clay.
Mrs C.--Oh. listen TO INC,
Dear father, listen.
Crom.-Spcak, speak my child
.NrS. C.-Ny hour is nigh
Iah, ITO not nurse the treacherous hope that fear
I Know that am dying and yon taper
NoW glnmering in its socket, will not waste
so soon as yet ere my spirit parts
lvo somewhat for thy car.
CTop.--Ob! give it utterancc,
end never wretch tortured with want or pain
!ung DER the sounds that promised wealth and case
Iis will listen to thee,
.Nrs. C.-Draw nearer-nearcr vet-end mo tbv
Look down on me- sweet heaven, and strengthen me,
80 That my dying breath may dry the tears
n country sheds, and give to pristine lustre
X Fathers furnished fame.
- I'oat-What mean'st thou child
ny words arc dark and vague, yet shake my soul
LslSe distant thunder, ere we know the place
On which the bola will fall.
Mrs C.--Thert. was q man
- no lolnd one PROSTATE in the dust and Wc,teriup
IN her own gore. The wounds were doep not deadly
tie faisd her. stauMchci her wouas and smiled up
her.
!3he chung 10 him, AMI blessed him. Then he smiled
';91ll, and she was eloquent in praise
INA . liberal in reward-and then be caspad her,
ana stabbed her to the heart,
CroDs Most horrible.
lives there wretch like this! my spite shall nd him
= r.. Il sc"ur the country round, he shall 'scape
me hand OF justice.
Mrs. C--Ah! the man mean
~ seated high above his fellow MN
- 90 high for justice Thousands 1T his nol
%fe'nole and tens Of thousands w"lo now curse him
IL secret. hide their hatred in their hearts
Like sioat,'d da ger and they dare not strike
EsU.a --f)n h,.aven
~ Ivy h0c" this Nc sooner.
Ms. g. feared he tale
Would bat offend YOU
Crom-O.fanll me! lives the wraci,
Where the sun shines, anu the wind blows. I'll find
Sits he upon throne as high as Andes
9he vengeance of this shall reach him. Say
But where and who he is.
Mrs. Gle stands there
ills name is ---- Cromwell.
Cfom Heaven and earth do hear rirLfs
y murderer! a treachcrous murderer.
1irl' tell me wliat thou mcan'sti who ist that
Lave slaughtered as thou say ST
.1irS. C.-Twas Liberty!
Twas Honor, Justice, Virtue; twas Thy Country
pldst thou not find her bleeding from LEI wounds
Which traitors panted2 Dils not seem 10 soothe her
and live but in her favour ? Smile upon her,
Eawnlng till she was in thy grasp aud them
dare not paint the rest. Ask thy own heart
TO finish the foul likeness.
Crom.--Oh spare me, spare me!
.nrs C.-Not TILL thy actions show . sal rcsoiy d
That injuries foul as these shall last no 0nrcr
Crom.-Oh ! thou hast probcd INV heart
Aud from It's secret chambers where tbay lurked
Torn from my inmost thoughts, and held them up
Naked and bleeding TO my frightcd nnza--
What wOuld'st thou have inc DE-,
0urS. C.-Desccnd King Charlcs's throne
Fear off the pilfcrod diadcn from tliy brow
Restore the peoples ravishcd rights and leave
Ihc tainted atmospherc of courts 70 breathe
In peDItencc and peace.
CTvm.--To live u wretch
whom all VINO do not hate viii scorn-to waste
beneath the whitening sCowl OF cold cont ci,lf,f--
70 be like the majestic eagle sIoru
vi all It's pumes, chained to the earth n mark
For every paltry beak to peck arrainst---
10 have my cOjntry's sorrows CHARGED on me-,
ana she prosper5, though her bcggars share
lter glory and her honours, ] shall be
n 'nr anomaly, thInt TO uoint at
And ncgrn,l;kc. grow black beneath the sun
That brighens oil beeldcz Perish the thouoI,s
Iwcre better, happier, far, TO stoop beneath
fhe head5mans axe, or I'll upon the sword
Which my own right hand draws.