Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1834-08-27

his first drama Adrana is carried on ID .a aS
course of it by a rival lover, knight OF bruee0
faithful to the party of the Earl; and thus Is sup
piled a strong additional motive TO ArteVeide III
the resolution which he at length adopts, OF ieac-
ing chosen band Of the men OF Client from the
gates Of their now straitened ana eXhaus'eu u.
ty, to the sudden assault of the Ears own caPi-
tai. The battle-tbe seizure of Bruges-the de-
jiverance of Adriana-and the narrow escape
of the Earl Of Flanders, are powerfully oraiia-
tized
beautiful Italian lady has Of late been DO
miciled' with the Duke of Bourbon, fafher-ln-
law to the exiled Earl of Flanders, ana uncle 10
the bow King of France. She has fallen into
the hands of Artevelde, and conceived ioI nun
a passion far stronger than the reaoer OF her
lay could have dreamt she wouio SUI DC Cd,
pable of; she loves the regent for hlmself-and
he loves her also; but the now hopelessy DIS
turbed temper of his mind is with bold and nap
Nv art made to break out even at the moment
when she has first told him her love-
The lady has accompanied the regents camp
to the frontier; his application TO the court OF
England has just been reJecteo; the luke OF
Bourbon has induced his nephew OF france
to muster the strength Of his kingdom in the
cause of the Earl Of tlanders:-(the whole por-
traiture, by the way, of this STRIPPING monarch,
is worthy Of Scott hmself-ith has even Shaks-
pearian ariness Of touch about TIA french
envoy has arrived with secret message from
Bourbon, intmating that if Artevelde will re-
store Elena, he may yet induce the glddy King
to suspend his march, and acknowledge the re.
gent as a lawful sovereign. Philip has allowed
the envoy. Sir Fleureant de Heurlee, freedom
to deliver letters to the lady herself and referred
the decision of her fate wholly to her own choice.
Elena refuses to depart In going the rounds
Of his camp at midnight, Artevelde percelves
light in her pavillion-he enters and every one
foresees the issue. This is the close OF the dla-
logue. We need not invite special attention TO
what we quote: here all reallo of poetry will
be as one.
sARrEvELpE. The tomb received her charms
In their perfection, with no trace of time
Nor stain of sin upon them; only death
Had turned them pale. would that you had
seen her
Alive or dead.
Elena wish had, my lord;
should have loved to look upon her much
For can gaze on beauty all day long,.
And think the all-day-long is but too short.
hRTEvELDE. She was SO ialr mat IN the an
gec choir
She will not need put on another shape
Than that she bore on earth. Well well, she's
gone,
And have tanned my sorrow. Pain and grief
Are transitory things no less than joy,
And though they leave US not the men we were,
Yet they DO leave us. You behold me here
A man bereaved with something OF blight
Upon the early blossoms Of his life
And its first verdure, having not the less
A living root and drawing from the earth
Its vital Juices, from the air its powers:
And surely as mans health and strength are
whole
His appetites regerminate, his heart
Re-opens and his objects and desires
Shoot up renewed. What blank found before
From what is said you partly may surmse;
How have hoped to fill it may tell?
ELENA. fear, my lord, that cannot be.
AarEvELpE. indeed
Then am doubly hopeless What is gone,
Nor plants, nor prayers, nor yearnings OF the
soul,
Nor meniory's tricks, nor fancy's invocations,-
Though tears went with them frequent as the
rain
In dusk November, signs more sadly breathed
Than winters DER the vegetable dead,-
Can bring again: and should this living hope,
That like violet from the others grave
Grew sweetly, in the tear-besprinkled soil
Finding moist nourshment--this seeding
sprung
Where recent grief had like ploughshare pass
Through the soft soul, and loosened its affec-
Should this new-blossomed hope be coldly nip
ped,
Then were desolate indeed! man
Whom heaven would wean from earth, and no.
thing leaves
But cares and quarrels trouble and distraction,
The heavy buthens and the broils of life.
Is such my doom7 Nay, speak it, lift be.
ELENA. said feared another could not fill
The place Of her you lost, being so fair
And perfect as you give her out.
ARTEvELpE. :. IT'S true,
A perfect woman is not coin,
Which being gone, its very duplicate
Is counted in its place. Yet waste so great
Might you repair, such wealth you have of
charms
Luxurant, albeit of what was hers
Rather the contrast than the counterpart.
Colour, to wi,-comple was light
And gladdening r1serate tincture shone
Transparent in its place, her skin elsewhere
White as the foam from which in happy hour
Sprang the Thalassian Venus: yours is clear