The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-03-30

Joseph.
Oh dangerous woman. wherelwill all this end
| IHTard,tor.
Woman Woman to mel
tShe to0sens a HHte daeGer nj her waisi
Assufe1ly !. hall nv hands on you
a somtnon insult In common namel
air. ! am PhrasanUr III royal blood,
The beautiful, the eouried, the adgi'd
who, for the first and Inst time In hsr. life. =,
Hahn ,yalPd her prids before slave Ha
A word Inv blood shall wash away.Hs comes
| An empty urn fpluwath In his train.
| Whsfsoh II writ In crimson ehataotsrs.
"Juseph, the gsnasnite, the slave Of slaves.
| The vilest ~ this country aud bis own.
| He comes He comes my injuriss rpioies
| l turn my t,aek on thee as on the dead,
| Enter f0tiDinr aud Attendants.
fhrntanor.
All give me breath
PoGphar.
| How fares II with my Indy
| DO you rather choose to strike your gentle
With violence than press that breast 10 miner
Ihtofauot.
You return tHstrily, mr. lord.
Why not
urg'l my horses onward for thy sake.
Prnfanor.
The bird doth whistle over hill aud dale
Leaving Its toost for food and exc, else.
And ipvously II whistles back again
gnt ali its mifth is turn'd into moan
When In rs nest the weasel Ia sspisd
Sucking its speUksd eggs.
Totjphar.
Why what Is this?
Some witch or some magician has been here.
Your speech is Idle but your look is fierce
How IL this Steward. is my huust hold sound :
| will not ssk. for never Mt thy bands
Have found aught but equal justice yet.
Duty and due respect Embrace me- madam.
Ihrnrnubr.
Which blood must wash AWAY I'm haunted
A here
VIE loose demon waiting to be ohslu'a.
Eya Pyfiphn.
'a e, i'"' thou say ,1,,.,u.o.
, fis Listen Stand forth thou slave,
! A DeAIsbrew bDndman unto Potphar,
'YYUfurgivs thee that thou HD'st the stop
/N1l0nesty. for thou hast frugal need
oil tho good belonging 10 thy soul.
And ali The art that thou eanst eonjnts up
To get thine evil drift accredited.
fobphur.
| hop'd to find u steward ~ good trust
A whole some household Of goHd government
Aud fair wifs cuatsnt and uuag sriev'd.
These things loft tut hera. alas fnd
Some psriious rOttannsss Instead ri psags.
Phrafnnor.
Pray give me leave. Bondman. report tbysslf.
Tho catastrophe over, the poem concludes
with the following triumphant strain:
Second officer.
In tho royal path
Game maidens robd In white. encbain'd In
flowers.
Sweeping ths ground with incense scented
Then came tho sweetest voices, Of the land,
And cried. Bow ys ths kussi" and then aloud
Ciari0uH and ttumpata broke forth In the air:
After n multitude Of men. ut arms.
or priests. Of officers and hoissd chiefs.
lame the bengnant Pharaoh. whose great pride
Was I'M tIaI In hta pfniIa. / did but nj
His car. for twas Of burnish'd gold. No eye
cave that 81. eagles could confront the blaze
That Hesm'd 10 bnru the air. unless Il fell
Either on sapphire pr carbunels huge
That rivsted The weight This car vas drawn
by twelve jst horses. being four. abreast.
And pisd In tneir own foam Within tho car
bat Pharaoh. whose bare head was gift around
BY n crown Of iron. and his sabls hair
Like strakey - 2 name. fol where It would.
Aud somewhat bid his glossysuB- brent neck
And oarHaDet OF precious sardunyx.
His jewelfd armlss welghiy as a sword.
glhspd bis brown naked arms,a crimson robe,
Deep sdgd with silver. aud with golden thread.
Upon 81 bear skin kirtls deeply blusb'd.
Whoso broad respondent braid and shed-like
We're. boss'd with diamonds large. by rubies
nrd.
Like bsasuty's eye IN rsgs, or roses white
III by the glowing rod. Beside him lay
bunch Of popped corn. and ut bis feet
A tame lion as his footstool eroueb'd,
Cas'd DOR in burnish'd plates /. hors'd did bear
4 snow white eHgls on u silver shaft.
From whsnce great Pharaobs royal banner
strsam'd,
An emblem If his might md dignity:
md "a the minstrelsy burst changing forth
with sh uts that broke like thunder from the
host.
The royal bird with kindred pride OF power
Flew I'D tho measure Of his sfksn cord
And hrch'd his cloud like wings as he would
mount
And bubble Of this glory 10 the sun
Then follow'd Joseph In silver car
Drawn by eight horses, white as evening
clouds:
His feet were rssting upon Pharaoh's sword
And on his head "a crown Of dropping corn
MOck'd that Of Cores In high holiday.
Ills ROBES were simple. but were full Of grace,
And tout Of love and trust speak him thusj
never did beh Id u man Iet = proud
More dignfied or grateful TO admire.
His honors npthing teassd him from himself: |
And no but 1ll'd his fortunes Ike man
Who did intend to honor them as much
As they could honor him.
1t is scarcely necessary 10 apologize TO our
readers for devoting our Sundays editorial
10 the reproduction OF thIs marvel |