Morning herald., 1839-12-11

Countss.- Thou Art rewarded. pride!
heet'st thy desertsl Show thy high brssdinl
Tread stately! throw thy spurnins glanee
And talk as mighty things as though the eartl
Were made for thee alone! Where's thy do
| main!
Com! And thy palace, what is it? ruin!
| And what art thou thy self beggar now
Hson, you loved me once! bursting into tears.
Huon- Iioyed thee once!
| Oh, tell me, whenwas il 10, ed thee mott
Vast my childhood, boyhood, manhood? Oh
| In all OF them loved thee! And were l now
/ To live the span of my first life, twice told,
And then to wither, thou surviving me,
And yet lived in thy sweet memory,
Then mightst thou say of me, " He loved me
But that was all his lifer'
Countess Twas heart for heart!
loved thee ever! Yes! the passion now
Thrills on the womans tongue; the girls had
told thee,
Had been bold as fond; for even then
saw thy worth, but dad not see thy station,
Till others, not so well affected, toward thee,
Reveal'd il to me by their cold regards
could not help my nature. From that time
Two passions strove in my divided soul
For mastery-scorn of the station, love
For thee-each feeding on the others hate,
And growing stronger; ill thought their strife
would shake my frame to dissolution! Yes!
Oh, Huon! when my brow sat cloudy oft
Ger my cold eye, tkat look'd askant at thee,
Would make that brow clear a summer sky,
That eye bright, glowing az summer sun,
To kindle thee-as they, their world, with life,
And health, and veal h. and gadness!
Huon Say'st thou this
TO me? or do dream hear thee say it?
Or is the past dream! did not yield
At thy command, to marry Catherine?
Thou didst rot me wed her! Fancy forged
The ring thought put upon her finger?
Thou vast not by at all! Fr m first TO last,
Had not hand in it? or, il thou hadst,
Why unimely thi. unfold to me!
For know thee TO be pride Of al
Proud honor's children! Art thou fspring prime
OF cruelty as y ell? o, Heavsn, to think
She loved me, and could give me to another,
Nor vet 10 her alone !-anuther!-
Countess Ha! Wei.
Huon-One who ne'er set eyes until
An outcast, by her deed Of hate who llved me!
To ona a stranger saw me seeking fortune
And gave the hand to me could help me to her!
Lavish'd her favors an me!-lit me up
With honors. till beside the bright themselves
lost no brightness!
Countess TO the Emprcss'
Hum Yes!
Thnul cyeat 20, fate! There was a time,
'Twere more than bliss, if more could be, to
know it..
But now 'tis misery!
Countess-'Tis misery
[Countess STATS up g'in, IIuon also rising. ]
Art thou in ssch astrat indeed as that,
To give my love for thee so harsh a name.
What shall call il ihenl Gain me a name
VIII stsnd for some thing sc than misery,
Will paint he Of high, noble mind,
Who sloop'd tol We seri;nay, stoppd not there
But told her passion 10 him--Msery
Huon-l am no serf
Countess Then art ennobed;
Yet art thou still the same, thou hast won honors
Rewards Of deeds, in spite Of thy base blood
Achieved by thee!
Huon- Nay, madam, spare my blood.
And pardon me, It's owner, il say
IL is not base.
Countess II is! what should il be
Rufh A erC uiv thee rf
Gave him his blood Trace bac< the current, sir,
Far as you can, and you will find il base,
N thing but base.
Huon- Madam, mems natures are
] heir blood; they have no other-high orlow.
If base, the current hitherto OF mine,
1t ceased with me. Born in thy fathers house
A serf left il one, to seek my fortune,
Nike it or mar I, for promotio having
No other patron than nay own right arm,
And my own heart and head to guide and nerve
And with their help, see that house again, lit,
An independent self-esaltei man,
While many Ison, who left noble home
With blood un,anied for a th.usand years,
Returns to IL no hotter than he left il.
Is my blood bsse?
Countess No, Huon, mine was base
To let me call IL So Alas! alas!
And hast no better welcome for my love
Huon-- What word 50 At!
What Is il to a man condemn'd To die
To tell him Of a treasure left to hint
Shall he be glad and thank his lucky stars,
VI snail ttat, tseiT DDuuly axSfaSatc.
The ruin, IA skes il vain
Countess Condemn'd to diet
Resemblest thou a man condemn'd tn diet
Huon-Mhy didsl thou drive me from thee by that
[actl
Countess-That act was nothing; twas thy flight,
And that which felIow'd IL. Thou art entangled
And thank ths flight. OH Huon, werethy love
In daring enterprise the tithe of mine,
'TwouIo attempt something TO enlarge thee from
The cause thon art prisoner to!
Huon-- II cannot cease,
Except with life.
Countess The Empress loves thee, Huen!
Huon-No
Countess-But she does.
Thou art her favorite. She
Hath cham thee to her throne
Huon. NO.
Countess Bat she has
Thou hast made merchandise,
Most shameful merchandise, of thy allegiance
Broken oaths as tiny shells which at q touch
DO fall To powder.
Huon- Broken oaths
Countess Yes, oaths!
Thy life was all one oath oi lave 10 me!
Sworn to me daily, hourly, by thine eyes,
Which, when they saw me, iightened up as tho
An angels presen did enhance their sense,
That have seen their very color change,