DIALOGUE, FROM THE PHŒNISSE OF EURIPIDES. There are two passages of the Greek Tragedians, one in this Drama, and another on the very same subject in the Επτα ἐπι Θηβαις of Eschylus, which have always struck me with peculiar force as the most lively representations of reality, afforded by the ancient models. The idea has been adopted by Sheridan, in the popular Play of Pizarro, and received the applause it deserved. Your readers will immediately recollect the scene in which a young boy, mounted on a tree, describes to his blind father what he sees of a battle, supposed to take place at some distance from the stage. The same effect is also produced by Homer, in the beautiful scene of Priam and Helen, on the walls of Troy. This was probably the original which both Eschylus and Euripides had in view. I have endeavoured in the following lines to give some image of the design, but not an accurate translation of the words of the latter poet. An old man, the preceptor of the family of Edipus, is standing on a platform before the palace, overlooking the adjacent fields, and the encampment of the allied powers, Antigone descends from her apartment to join him, and a Dia. logue ensues in irregular measure. ANTIGONE. GUARDIAN of my early day! And guide my trembling feet to thee! OLD MAN. Take, Virgin, take this faithful arm, 'tis thine. Behold, fair Maid, a scene that claims thy care; In martial pomp arrayed (a threatening line) Pelasgia's warriors stand embattled there. ANTIGONE. Gods! what a sight; the moving field OLD MAN. Oh not in vain has Polynices dared Invade his native land. He comes prepared. ANTIGONE. What beams of brass, what iron gate, OLD MAN. Be calm, my Child, the city fears no wound, ANTIGONE. Whose snow-white plume is waving there, Who brandishes so high in air The blazing terrors of his shield ? OLD MAN. The chief from fair Mycena claims his race, ANTIGONE. -Ah, me! What darkness in his face I see! How fierce his air! His form how vast! Flames from his eyes, mankind to blast. OLD MAN. On Dirce's springs, my daughter, cast thy sight, ANTIGONE. Is that the chief so near allied But who is that, of front severe, Who takes near Zethus' tomb his stand? OLD MAN. Thine eyes, fair Maid, Parthenopaus see, ANTIGONE. But where, oh where, my friend, is he, Say, may I trust my wandering eyes ? His manly form, his eagle-sight- EMMELCES. ЕРІТАРН ON MISS ELLIOT, BY THE LATE ARTHUR MURPHY, ESQ. Or matchless form, adorn'd with wit refin'd, THE NEGRO'S PRAYER, BY MR. THELWALL. O SPIRIT! that rid'st in the whirlwind and storm, If ever from man, the poor indigent worm, If black man, as white, is the work of thy hand- Let it spread thro' each land, That Afric's sad sons shall be free! If, erst, when the man-stealer's treacherous guile From my Nicou's dear love, from the infantine smile If then, the wild anguish that pierced thro' my heart, Was seen in its horrors by thee, O ease my long smart, That Afric, at last, may be free !— |