Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-12-29

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neY unto Antony; and for that, OharmioD,
I thank thee, now that all is come and
gone. And by a very little, her words
weighed down my scale of judgment
against HaTmaohis, and to Antony l
went. Thus it is that through the
Jealous spleen of yoLder fair Char
mion, and the passion Of a man where
on I played as on Tyre, all these things
have come 10 pass. For this cause doth
Octavian sit King in Alexandria; for this
cause is Antony discrOwned and dead; and
for this cause must, I, too, die tonight
All! Charmionl Charmion! thou hast much
to answer for; thou hast changed the story
of the world; and yet. even now, would
not have it otherwise
She paused awhile, covering her eyes
with her hand; and looking, l saw great
tears upon the cheek of CharniOn.
"And of this Harmachis?" asked.
"Where is he now, o Queen?"
"Where is he? In Amenti, forsOOth,
making his peace with Isis, perchance. At
Tarsus saw Antony and loved him; and
from that moment lOathed the sight of
the Egyptian, and swOre to make an end OF
him; for a lover done with should be a
lover dead. And, being jealous, he spoke
some words of evil omen, even at the
Feast of the Pearl; and on the same night,
could l have slain him, but before the
deed was done he was gone"
"And whittier was he gomez"
"Nay; that know not l. Brennus, he
who led my guard, and last year sailed
North TO Join his own people, Brennus
swore he saw him float to the skies; but
in this matter I misdCubted me Of Bren-
nus. for methinks he loved the man. Nay,
he sank of Cyprus aud was dloEned; per
chance Oharmion can tell US hOw?'
"Naught can tell thee, o Qaeen; Har-
machis is lost"
"Aud well lost, CbarmiOn, for he was
an evil man to play with; aye, though ]
bettered him 1 soy il! Well, he served my
purpose; but 1 loved him not, and even
now fear him, though, thanks be to God,
as thou ssyest, he is lost, and can no more
be found"
But I, listening, put forth my strength,
and, by the arts I have, cast the shadow
of my Spirit upon the Spirit of Cleopatra,
so that she felt the presence of the lost
"Nay, what is it?" she said. ''By
Serapis! grow afraid! 1t seems to me
that feel Harmachis here His memory
o'erwhelms me like a food Of waters, and
he this ten years dead? Oh at such
time it is unhOlyW
NAY, o Queen" I answered. III ne
be dead then he is everywhere, and well at
such time, the time of thy own DEATH
may his Spirit draw near to welcome thine
at its going"
Speak not thus, Olympus. No more
would l see Harmachis; the count be-
tween MS is too heavy, and in another
world than this more evenly, perchancs,
should We be matched. All, the terror
passes! I was but unnerVed. Well, the
kuave's story hath served to while away
that heaviest of our hours, the hour which
ends in death. Sing 10 me, Oharmlon,
for thy voice is very sweet, and fam
would l sOothe nv soul to sleep. The
memory of that Harmachis hath wrung
me Strangely Sing, then, the last song
that shall bear from those tuneful lips
of thine, the last of so many songs"
'Tis a sad hour for song, o Queen"
said CharmiOn; but, nevertheless, she
took her harp and sang and thus she sang
very soft and low, the song OF the Syrian
Mealeager:
Tears for my lady dead
UeliOdCre'
Salt tears and strange TO shed.
over and DER.
eco tears and low lament,
Fare from her tomb;
Nend where my LADY went,
Down through the gloom,
"sighs for my lady dead
Tears do I send,
Long love remembered,
Mistress and friend.
"Ssd are the songs we sing
Tears that we shed.
Empty the gifts we br ng,
Gifts 70 the dead.
"Ah! for my 1ower, my love
Hades hath taken.
An for the dust above,
Scattered and shaken.
Mother Of blade and grass,
Earth in thy breast.
Lull her that gentlest was
Gently 70 rest.
The music of her voice died away, and
80 sweet and sad it was that Irss began to
weep. ard in CleOpstrs's stormy eyes the
bright tears stood. Only l wept not; my