The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1876-04-17

or y old age that never win be mine
Is ali the clearer No. what matters?
Fororn am let me look forlorn.
He comes to announce the capture OF Calais, which
comes upon her Ikea thundcrbolt Here her love of
England gows deep, pure and bright and her native
energy fushes up splendidly in last determined Ell
fort TO recover the lost fortress
bring your Majesty such ' srevous news
Isrieve to brngh Mada% Calais is taken.
What traitor spoke Here, let my cousin Pole
Seize him and burn him Tor =. Lutheran
Her Hshness is unwe. WIN retire:
Madam. your Chancellor Sir Nicholas Heath
Sir Nicholas, am ,,unu'd n-Sh Heath,
Ms,hoas' s,me r.i.s, smo,e m, me on the head
pS@ Sess
The Frenchmen from their trenches
That gateway TO the main land oyer which
Our flag hath hoated for two hundred years
Is France again.
So; but its It i not lost
kse ssns se hard ss f s sa
s keno
Masters in all the counties; gather all
Let every crai. that carries sail and gun
Steer toward Calais cuisines is not taken yet
cuisines is not taken yet
There yet is hope.
do much fear SI that s England win not care.
Methinks there is no manhood left among
Proclaim it % the winds Thou art cold ,hysslf
Ny father for hour Away now-quick!
! hoped had served God with all my might!
sh siua, in Calais. saints. have rebuilt
Your shrinss Sc. up your Ssosen images
Hs.s % sss ssn f E sasn pSs
By loss Of Calais. Gran. me Caai..
VAIN
While struggling thus with fate she picks up
! of fhaeo spdi a.
Your husband hates you your people hate you. "
It IS the echo OF her own fear. the confirmation OF
her own doubts. What she herself suspected tho
world knows and openly talks about Her Philip Is
gone, and she knows he will never come back.
The blow Is crushing and she sinks beneath II.
She lutte and sings sad desparing song with
refrain Of
Low lutte low"
Your hath low voice
Hew dare you say it,
Lost in wilderness, where none can hear
voice Of shpwreck on n shoreess sea-
A low voice from the dust and from the grave.
Flinging herself on tho ground and sobbing-
There am low enough nows
The Count de Feria ID announced from Philip.
Phipi quick. loop up my hair
Throw cushion: That sea. aaa make I. sa.Snets
Th.. Philip sT0ush, me II our happy asy:M,.
Bride Of the miSh,estt sovereign upon earshs
Ay so your Grace would CIde a moment yet
CouSr pk FsniA (enterO.
. FkRiA.
| am not wen, but /, win better me
Sir Count, TO read the letter which you bring.
FERIA
Madam, bring no letter
How no letter,
FsRIA
His Ilighness Is o vex'd with strange affairs
That his wife is affair Of his
Nay. Madam. nay, he sends Ills Seriess love-
And says he viii come quickly
You sir do you remember what you said
When last you came 10 Enrlands
Madam, brought
Ny Kips's concentration; 4 was hoped
To give him AN heir male
VI. sid !. w.,,s conn. o,.v Sir you laid %o's
On AL the road from Dover day and night;
Nm Nm =" hs ss cas r"% moi n the ss and
And yet he viii come quickly. Thou has, learnt
For Philip so to shame himself again.
And tell him that know he comes no more.
Tell him At last know his love Is dead
THE LAST SCENE
Is among the most grandly pathetic eve. written
for the stage. We first shown the outside OF the
palace. IL Is night and lights streaming forth from
The windows, before which and then a shadow is
hit Passing voices Of the night floating silently
through the darkness heard cursing the Queen
Then the scene changes, aud we are shown Mary's
ON the wall there Is large portrait OF Philip. The
moonlight Is streaming IN through the windows; her
maids anxiously watching her. She sits down at
table for moment and writes; then she resumes her
fevcrsh walk They look at what she has written and
read
am dying Philip: come
Again she sits and writes again her cvcrish
walks And again they read nothing. but Come,
come, come" and all awry and botted by her tears.
She spcaks:-
I whistle 10 = bird has broken cage,
Calais gone, cuisines gone too. and Philip gone.
Then pointing TO tho por,rait:-
Doth lie not look noble
had heard Of him In battle over seas
And would have nay warrior all IN arms
lie said II was not eourtiy 20 stand heimcteo
s.s,s sss ms a1s !.
A u he loved me yet /"
And so he does.
iie never loved me-nay he could not love me
II was hts fathers policy against France.
! am eleven years older than he,
Nay. dearest lady. see your good physician
Druss-but he knows they canno, hclp mc-says
That must ress-l shall rest by aud by
Catch the wildcat, cage him. and whom he springs
And mains him.en ~sainst the bars, say "rest"
Why. ycu must al him II you would have him rest.
Her bIscsry and ianaticlsm add powerfully to her
sunerDss She is continually tortured BY the thought
that er misery just punishment Of Heaven for her
remissness In stamping out Professionalism.
One OF her women say TO her
l trust that cod will make You happy vet
What - the strange thing. happiness
sii down here tel me 'hine napp,,es, hour
And was walking with .he man loved
I loved him. but thought o loved
And both we're silent letting the Wild brock
speak for as I'll he slc.pcd and gathered ono
Look d hard and sweet INC. and Eays Il MAJ