New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-09-06

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socis inequslities-of oppressive discrepancy De-
tween tie ideal and actual In point of expression Is
well 2. Of thought the play exhibits distinguished soh
y The language often displays an antique tinge dis
closing familiarity with the choicest sources OF Ing
l.b literature It's terse and nervous character l. IN
admirable keeping with the energetic sentiments 'ha'
form the staple If the drains
yrTCCRIs. OFTEN or BAsYLoS Tragedy IL Fire AeS BY
william y rren
In point of adaptation TO the stage and Of gorgeous
and imposing representation this tragedy is Of more
ambitious character than the production which we have
noticed above II aims indeed at such strongly marked
scenic effect that not to have made decided failure
must be regarded rs comparative success We are
able. however to accord less qualified degree ofcom
uendation TO this resy meritOrious performance The
conception Of the plot betrays original invention while
il is sustained with good degree of skill in the Man.
.cement of details readiness of resource in the EN-
ployuent Of accessory circumstances, and command
of poetic diction that is always appropriate and often
select and feicitous
The scene of the drama is laid in Cbaldea and As
syri. The chief percentages introduced are Nitocris
the Queen of Egypt, Babylon, aud Chaldea' the hing
of Nineveh and Assyra and the prominent officers and
attendants Of the respective courts In the opening
scene We have q VISIT of Nocris TO the Msgi in the
midst of their sacred rites who desires 10 question the
faes at er lips and receives for reply that she Is
destined to violent death. unless she weds the King
Of Lssyria and that dying childess, her Kingdom viii
fall into anarchy and ruin. The Mag warmly e1hort
her TO comply with the conditions, and save both her
dynasty and her subjects This she declines, chiefly
on the ground that she is unwilling to sacrifice her eo
PIE to the tyranny of the monarch Meantime, he Wig
orousy presses his suit which the Queen rejects with
scorn, reproachng him as yrant and usarper' and IN
censing him to such degree that his passionate love
absorbed in the sense of humiliation and the thirst
for revenge.
Soon after we receive limitations that the king has
attained his throne by of foul psy and are pre-
pared for the following spirited scene
The Banks cf The Tigris-A rid looking Care and bar
r,n rocks IN he MoaHtdiHs an the distance
Enter HERMIT.
Hermit. Solitude
Ard silence are companionship for God
But not for man The mountains, floods, trees beasts
And all the lower works Of nature, may
Excite in US their proper love and life
But fellowship with man alone awakens
What sof,ens and ennobes. Loneliness
VIII make savage and viii keep him such
Association is the loyelit torch
That frst sheds wisdom through the human soul
And kindles first the heart. Man studies man
And turns to nature with lgmined eyes
But am sick Of contemplation. Sick
OF mine own voice, and sick OF solitude,
That holds her glass Of stiffness to my spirit
Til u6mOry has not a scar which has
Not bled and ached afresh. can no longer
Bearit Ye Deities who care for man.
And grant at his beseechng q withdraw
This pail Of sadness lend me but one face
OF sympathy and love oh hear me- hear me tfahses'
Yet all Is silent as the foot If death
This il IN awful answer q ye virtues
OF strength and brightness, let my weakness move you
fs1r of Drn
Hal what is that A bugle The notes are repsaedl
Ny sons Great Gods thank you Yes hs
Hither mine eaget comes YOUTH haste ana rashness
How podig6 al Of might We are lie bounds
Like O steep food from rock TO rock. What what
That heaven oft must favor He is safe
Enter ULa ia the costume Of a H"~erI
Ny SON my SON ,r,....1...
tlq. My father IAey em0raee'
R,TmH. Nelcomel welcome
As the first draught of heavens bliss to them
Who died in pain How art thou boy
IlG AS apy
A. health and strength, and ortune, and a heart
As light as joyous music, make man.
Thou can i not say Is much for Care | see
Has made thy brow her tablet since we met
y H i ~ What my son
Lia. lear
And joy dies at the thought may seek this
Vest.cc Of chaos yet to md care has
Added a honor to its grininess-eyen
Thy corse, my father
Hrnit Never fear IT, son
Thou ant my only other stays
h''' ''"e '"''e '' Pressing Ais forehead.
ia Am but care to thee
Nv oy in many ways: my care in this
lLat thou ant rash and needless.
LIa. Yet, dear father -
Tie bold possess themselyes OF fortune ia'0fs
Ere sLe beihinks herself TO say them nay
Team, to tel thee of my rising
Am climbing rapidly to Greatness
And tiust me, deorest father,
u. n treo u
The king win grant thee pardon for the sake
or bis who saved him when death seemed 40 sure
All bis final triumph. Tell me then
Tie crets thou hast so long kept from me-
A. who thou vast and art, and what my son,
AID what hath driven thee from civil haunts
Into this black and shaggy hermitage
And when have thy story will make
INV peaee with him of whom thou stand st IN 'ear
And we will hasten from this lair Of wi idn
Into lie glorious world il but to have tDee
The witness Of what achieve init
T,ymT II i. rash to blast these boyish hopes
As lis to strip the blossoms from the Tree e,,,ow
Because the fruit they promise may not i'noN
Uote s;urlly but do not ny too hign, -
Iett thou be broken if thou hap 10 fall
U,ne ef,rward let this caution have no sleep
For al is ripe for my disclosure but
The variuess success can never teach 'hee
ny IT. Nav fsther doubt not me though rob not
Ace Of the cir and gravity OF wisdom
nALi,h would become me Ike hoary pehul
have when policy or danger reeds theni'
F.f.thoulhi and cOllectednoss
Hermit Enough. ,,
Irould not qu, nch thine ardor~on'y nave
I The. Husband il I'LL sure u It's avail
] pss.;cn imrei- but cslnness guides the great
I Mil, fury lends them giant energies
Their reS,on keep. 's s,.%,s snI he srssssr
Than thine ambition ever DART rrvdNt
The King thou Irastsss cannst "AA" my '"N
A debt.r ia Lis msry OF his weaAih
| Wbo am : ono who parlvn beg' c' hirn
Alone who made income who hed nes wv"
Hut red with justice, from corfuptca Po"St'
Nov marx my story let thy hearing .aie1
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