The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-01-30

1ere, with more shill and Wit than can ten
she reasoned with me, showing that shoula
y no means do this thing, but journey I'M
% Antony; and for that, Charmion, shanl
thee, now that all 10 como and gone And
BY very little. her words weighed dowr
| my scale Of Judgment against Harmachis
and to Antony ! went Thus II 10 thai
through the jealous spleen Of yondcr fail
| Charmion, and the passion Of man where
on played - on Tyre, all these things have
come TO pass. For this cause doth Octaviau
ut King In Alexandria; for this cause il
Antony discrowned and dead; and for thia
cause must, !, too, die tonight All
Charmioni Charmion! thou hast much u
answer for; thou hast changed tho story
Of tho world; and yet, even. now, would
not have il othcrwlse!"
She paused awhile, covering her eyes with
ner hand; and. looking, saw great tears
upon the cheek of Charmion.
And Of this Harmachisf" asked,
where is he now, o Queenr
"Where is hel In Amenti, forsooth, max.
Ing his peace with Isis, perchance. At
Tarsus saw Antony and loved him; and
from that moment ! loathed the sight Of the
Egyptian, and swore . make On end Of
AsssAs AVA - AOsCI uOUO Win 00OQI0 -
lover dead. And, being jealous, be spoke
some words Of evil omen, even at the
Feast OF the Pearl; and on the same night
would have slain him, but before the deed
was done he was gone'
And whittier was he gonel''
NAY; that know not /. 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
misdoubted me Of Brennus, for methinks he
loved the man. Nay, he sank OF Cyprus
and was drowned; perchance Charmion can
tell Us howl"
"Naught can tell thee, o Queen; Har-
machis II lost"
'And well lost, Charmion, for he was IN
evil man TO play with; aye, though bet
tered him / say i'll Well, he served my
purpose; but loved him not, and even now
fear him; though, thanks be 70 God, -
thou sayest, he 10 lost, and can no more ~
found.
But !, listening, put forth my strength
and, by the arts have, cast the shadow Of
my Spirit upon tho Spirit of Cleopstra, 90
that she felt the presence Of the lost Har-
machis.
may, what 10 III" she said. '.By Scraps
grow sfraidf It seems to mo that I feel
Harmachis herei His memory o'erwhelms
me like flood Of waters, and he this ten
years deadl Oil It such time It il IN
holy!'
NAY, o Queen, !" answered. III he Be
dead then no il everywhere. and we'll 1t
such time, the time Of thy own death,
may his Spirit draw near TO welcome thine
ct its going"
'.Speak not thus, Olympus. No more
would see Harmachis; the count between
10 10 too heavy, and in smother world than
this moro evenly, perchance, should we be
All, the terror passes! was
but unneryed. Well, tho kneve's story
hath served TO while away that heaviest Of
cur hours, the hour which ends in death.
Stag to me, Charmion, sing, for thy voice 10
very sweet, and fain would soothe my
soul to sleep The memory d that Har-
nachis hath wrung me strangely! Sing,
hen, the Inst song that shall hear from
hose tuneful lips Of thine, the last Of %
many songs"
ssTis . sad hour for song, o Qlseenr' said
-harmion; but, nevertheless, she took her
larp and sang, and thus she sang, very
'oft and low. the song Of the Syrian
deleager:
'Tears for my lsdy dead.
Hel,odoroi
Salt tears and strange 70 shed.
Over and DER.
Go tears and low lamsnt
Fare from her tomb
Wcnd where my lady vent,
Down through the slOom-
.sisns for my lady dead,
Tcsrs do send,
Long fsre remembered
Mistrcss and friendl
.Sad are the songs no sing.
Tears that 1e shed;
Empty TIE G1fts re hiring.
Gifts 70 the dead
.Ah, for my flower, nslov@
Hades hath taken.
Ali for the dust above.
Scattered and shakeni
aMoshcr Of blade and grass
Earth in thy breast
Lulr her that gentlcst was
Gently 70 rest'"
The rusl,, Of her rcice died sway. and 10 |
veet and sac, It wss that Iras began to |
'eep. and in C,eopatrxss stormy eyes the
right tears stood. Only pwept not; my
,ars were dry.
.sTis heavy song o. thins, .charmion,
aid the Queen. "WelL as thou saidst, tits
sad hour for song, and thy dirge' 10 fitted
!, the hour. Sing it DER NE once neaan
hen lie dead, Charmion. AMI now Hare
,ell to music and on to the end. Olympus,
AXE yonder parchment and write what
hall say"
l took the parchment and the reed. And
nus wrote In the Roman tongue:
s.Cleopatra TO Octavianus. Greeting: This
the state Of life. At length there comes
. hour when, rather than endure those
urdens that o'erwhelm No. putting Oh the
ody we would take wing into forgetful-
aae Oscar thou hast conquered. take |