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claimed-perhaps an elephant may break loose, and the prisoner escape in the confusion-or perlaps a change of rulers may take place, and every one in bondage be set at large.

Sams. (Apart.) A change of rulers.
1st Chan. Come, let us finish our reckoning.
Sams. Be quick-be quick, get rid of your prisoner. (Retires.)

Ist Cahn. Worthy Charudatta—we but discharge our duty—the king is culpable, not we, who must obey his orders : consider-have you any thing to say ? Char. If virtue yet prevail, may she who dwells

Amongst the blest above, or breathes on eartb,
Clear my fair fame from the disastrous spots
Unfriendly fate, and man's accusing tongue,

Have fixed upon me-Whither do you lead me? Ist Chan. Behold the place—the southern cemetery, where criminals quickly get rid of life ; see where jackalls feast upon one half of the mangled body, whilst the other yet grins ghastly on the pointed stake.

Char. Alas, my fate! (Sits down.)
Sams. I shall not go till I have seen his death. How, sitting ?
1st Chan. What are you afraid, Charudatta ?
Char. (Rising.) Of infamy I am, but not of death.

1st Chan. Worthy sir, in heaven itself the sun and moon are not free from change and suffering; how should we, poor weak mortals, hope to escape them in this lower world ? One man rises but to fall, another falls to rise again, and the vesture of the carcass is at one time laid aside, and at another resumed ;-think of these things, and be firm. Tois is the fourth station, proclaim the sentence.

(Proclumatin as before.)

But make way for the Bauddha spread, mountain-banner'd earth!” Mendicant and the dead-alive-the Servillaka, the night-robber, insurstrangled Vasantasena! She flings gent, and patriot, appears, and cries, herself on Cbarudatta's bosom, and the executioners stand aghast. The

“ This hand hath slain the king, and on

the throne murderer absconds—but the one of those grim personages says to the

Of Palaka ascends our valiant chief, other, “ Harkye, brother, we were

Resistless Aryaka, in haste anointed." ordered to put to death the mur. He joins hands with Charudatta, derer of Vasantasena-we had better and raises them to his forehead. “ In then secure the Rajah's brother-in- me behold the plunderer who forced law." The rescued says to his de his way into your mansion, and bore liverer

off the pledge intrusted to your care “Behold, my sweet! these emblems that

-I ask you mercy. To you who enso late

abled the Son of the Cow-herd to esDenoted shame and death, shall now

cape from death, he gives authority proclaim

in Ujayin, along the Veni’s borders, A different tale, and speak our nuptial Kusavati;”—but another uproarjoy,

" Bring him along-bring him along This crimson vesture be the bridegroom's -the Rajah's villanous brother-ingarb,

law.” Enter mob dragging, along This garland be the bride's delightful Samsthanaka, with his arms tied bepresent;

hind his back, And this brisk drum shall change its mournful sounds

“ Sams. Alas, alas-how I am maltreatTo cheerful tones of marriage celebra

ed : bound and dragged along as if I were tion."

a restive ass, or a dog, or any brute beast.

I am beset by the enemies of the state ; Loud shouts are now heard from whom can I dy to for protection ?-yes, I a distance-and cries of “ Victory to will have recourse to him. (Approaches Vrishabhaketu, the despoiler of Charudatta.) Preserve me. (Falls at Daksha's sacrifice. Glory to the six- his feet.) faced scatterer of armies, the foe Mob. Let him alone, Charudatta; of Krauncha; victory to Aryaka, the leave him to us, we'll despatch him. subjugator of his adversaries, and Sams. O, pray, Charudatta, I am belptriumphant monarch of the wide- less ; I have no hope but you.

at your feet

you hear,

Char. Banish your terror; they that Char. Au humbled foe who prostrate

sue for mercy Have nothing from their foes to dread. Solicits quarter, must not feel your sword. Ser. Hence with the wretch.

Ser. Admit the law, then give him to Drag him from Charudatta— Worthy sir,

the dogs. Why spare this villain ?---Bind him, do Char. Not so.

His punishment be mercy. And cast him to the dogs ; saw him Ser. You move my wonder, but shall asunder;

be obeyed. Or hoist him on the stake;cdespatch, What is your pleasure ? away.

Char. Loose him, and let him go. Char. Hold, hold-may I be heard ? Ser. He is at liberty. (Unties him.) Ser. Assuredly.

Sams. Huzza ! I am again alive.” Sams. Most excellent Charudatta, I

Another cry-for the noble wife have flown to you for refuge-0 protect of Charudatta, with her child vainly me, spare me now; I will never seek clinging to her raiment, seeks to enter your harm any more. Mob. Kill him, kill him,-why should of the weeping crowd,

the fatal fire, in spite of the entreaties such a wretch be suffered to live? (Ya- heard that her husband was con

She had sant-senu takes the gurland off' Charudat- demned to death, and desired to die ia's neck, and throus it round Samstha- before him, and though informed by naka's.)

Sams. Gentle daughter of a courtezan, Chandanaka, the kind Captain of the bave pity upon me, I will never kill you the agonies of despair, is susceptible

Watch, that he was safe, “yet who, in again : Never, never.

Ser. Give your commands, sir, that he of consolation or confidence ?" The may be removed, and how we shall dis

scene in which she is beheld with

Rohasena holding her garment, Maipose of him?

Char. Will you obey in what I shall treya and Radapika with the fire enjoin?

kindled, is supposed to be an interSer. Be sure of it..

polation-but to conjecture from the Char. In truth?

style, Professor H. Wilson says it is Ser. In very truth,

still ancient, and genuinely Hindu. Char. Then for the prisoner

Charudatta embraces his wife, who Ser. Kill him

turning to Vasantasena says, “WelChar, Set him free.

come, happy sister.” The curtain is Şer, Why so ?

about to drop on a happy ending.

Ser. Lady Vasantasena, with your worth

The king is well acquainted, and requests

To hold you as his kinswoman.
l'as. Sir, I am grateful. (Servillaka throws a veil over her.)
Ser. What shall we do for this good mendicant?
Char. Speak, Sramana, your wishes.
Sram. To follow still the path I have selected,

For all I see is full of care and change.
Char. Since such is his resolve, let him be made

Cuief of the monasteries of the Bauddhas.
Ser. It shall be so.
Siam. It likes me well.
Ser. Sthavaraka remains to be rewarded.
Char. Let him be made a free-man-slave no more.

For these Chandalas let them be appointed
Heads of their tribe, and to Chandanaka
The power the Rajah's brother-in-law abused

To his own purposes, be now assigned.
Ser. As you direct : is there ought else ? command.
Char. Naught but this.

Since Aryaka enjoys the sovereign sway,
And holds me as his friend--since all my foes
Are now destroyed, save one poor wretch released
To learn repentance for his former faults.
Since my fair fame again is clear, and this
Dear girl-my wife, and all I cherish most,

Are mine once more, I have no further suit
That asks for your indulgence, and no wish
Tbat is not gratified. --Fate sports with life,
And like a wheel the whirling world revolves;
Where some are raised to afiluence, some depressed
Io want; where some are borne awhile aloft,
And some hurled down to wretchedness and woe.
Then let us all thus limit our desires :
Full uddered be the kine, the soil be fertile,
May copious showers descend, and balmy gales
Breathe health-be every living thing exempt
From pain--may reverence on the Brahman wait,
Whilst truth and piety ensure prosperity:
And may all monarchs, vigilant and just,
Humble their foes, and guard the world in peace.

[Exeunt Omnes.

1. Of a Drama in Ten Acts, full of « Poor Gentleman” of the English character and incident, description stage--for he, if we misremember and reflectiov, it is perhaps not pos- not, is dressed in a suit of napless sille to give an adequate idea in one sables, and is the Impersonation of a article; yet we cannot doubt that Wbine. bur analysis and extracts will be We need not say a single word read with great interest, for they more for Vasantasena. Yet we hope give many animated pictures, not of that the poor creature is not now Hindu life alone, but of human life excluded from thy sympathiesat large, wherever it breatlies and Thou who art pure as a flower and burns, acts or suffers, sinks or soarş. bright as a star! Alas! thiuk what It might be made an Euglish play. this world has made of women ! and But let it be as King Sudraka and bless God that the Christian religion Professor Horace Wilson have made has kept thee his unspotted child. it. The Translator has nobly done What if thou hadst sprung like a viohis duty; and his volumes are an let on unguarded ground, and hea. important addition to Dramatic Li- ven's dews had imbued thy leaves terature. The strong and enduring with beauty, while vilest hands were charm of this extraordinary compo- privileged to pluck them, and no sition lies in the truth of its moral pale was there between them and sentiments in the perspicacity and vilest feet! Lovely still must thou fidelity of Conscience seeing and then have been even like Vasantrusting in the Right Charudatta tasena; but woe to the Flower that in is no perfect character-he had been all its loveliness is treated like a too munificent, else had he not been weed ! so destitute; but in our respect and Maitreya is worthy of being Chapity we can but gently blame the rudatta's friend. True, he is a Vi. noble prodigal. Selfishness we so duskaka-a Gracioso; but he is as hate, as to love generosity, even far as possible from a buffoon. He when through excess it becomes a has humour and good humour-good fault; and be who errs from an over- temper-good disposition-good nakind disposition, seems, in most ture, and that comes close upon moods of our mind, to deserve praise, being a good man. He does not not pardon. We forget his weak- spunge on the bankrupt; but pays dess in their ingratitude who requite him for bed and board--both spare not his benefactions; and in his want -in pleasantry and merriment, see a reproach. The state of society pitched to such a key as soothes meshewn in the Drama in much is lancholy thoughts, and his presence corrupt; but not rotten at the heart, has all the restlessness and animation for his virtue tells ; painful as the of sunshine dancing in a dark apartsense of his poverty is to himself, it ment. Leare but a chink, and it has not here its severest sting—it will steal in to gladden. He is a does not "make him ridiculous ;' laughing philosopher. But believe the poor Brahman of the Hindu is

it on our word, that there never was a more dignified character than the a laughing philosopher who knew

not, when fitting, how to weep too; rose-leaf from my pillow; suffocate and that tears shed from such eyes him in mire—but like flower-imare touching as showers in sunshine pregned air let me inhale the melted that revive the Spring:

ruby! “Let famished nations die Servillaka is one of those mixed along the shore”— but let daintiest characters which, when naturally delicacies soothe me into surfeit-delineated, always please by the for is not mine the palate of a prince perpetual appeals they make to —and is not mine a prince's stoevery man's own experiences of his mach! In that word-Prince-lay better and worser nature. We are the evil spell that transformed man no cracksmen. Never broke we into fiend—that word in which may into a house (outhouses, perhaps, lie a holy charm that transforms man excepted) with felonious intent; and into seraph. He was a rajah's bronever out of one without the own. ther-in-law, and not a brother-iner's acquiescence; yet we are bur- nature had helet us hope-in all glars in posse, and cannot regard Hindostan. Twisted, distorted, deServillaka's exploits without some formed in his moral and intellectual sympathy, and much admiration. He being; his soul in the rickets—and robs to relieve; and by a purloined with a shocking squint. Yet he waxed casket manumits a slave. He takes witty in his wickedness, and found unlawful liberties with Charudatta's fun in weeping and wailing and goods and chattels, that he may take gnashing of teeth. He danced, and lawful liberties with Madanika's per- sung, and crowned his head with sonal charms; and to do him justice flowers, and believed himself beau. he knows at the time that he is acting tiful in women's eyes, and the sewrong, and feels it afterwards-sin- ducer would fain too be a ravisher; cerely, as his conduct proves—for he but was forced to be satisfied with is a trusty and deedful friend to that murder. Like a panther that in dobold and brawny insurgent the Cow. mestication loses all his little catherd's Son, and asks Charudatta’s courage, but acquires new cruelty forgiveness, whom he has helped to from his cowardice, and crouching in bring to the stake, not with remorse fear of the lash, keeps lapping away only, but with repentance. He was at blood. Frivolous in the midst of once a reprobate—may he not now all enormities-his conscience shribe an honest-as assuredly he is a velled away like a drunkard's liver-brave man?

sometimes sized like a hazel-nut, But what think you of Sams- and containing but dust. Laughing, thanaka ? 'Tis a true Oriental cha- weeping, crying, quaking, fainting racter—and painted by a master's and all for his own miserable self of hand. Only in the East can we be- slime in lubrication or in crust. lieve in the possibility of such—a Irreclaimable to humanity by rod, Prince! He had been suffered from chain, or stake; and when pardoned the cradle to kill flies—among the on the brink of death, running away bummers and blue-bottles an infant in gratitude composed of fear, and Burke. He had fed tame spiders anger, to the perpetration of the that with a stamp he might obliterate same cruelties, like a mangy monthe big bowels. Hence his lust for grel that you may flea alive without inflicting-his fear of suffering pain. curing him of the disease of worry: To see writhings became a delight, ing sheep. A Prince ! an Oriental to writhe a horror. Impale that Prince! wretch-but remove the doubled

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