I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor

dumb mouths,

THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE.

[James Graham, Marquis of Montrose, was executed in Edin.

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise in mutiny.

Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal :To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

2 CIT. Most noble Cæsar! - we'll revenge his death.

3 CIT. O royal Cæsar !

ANT. Hear me with patience.
CITIZENS. Peace, ho!

ANT. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbors, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs forever, common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another?
1 CIT. Never, never! Come away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

SHAKESPEARE.

OTHELLO'S REMORSE.
FROM "OTHELLO," ACT V. SC. 2.

BEHOLD, I have a weapon;

A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm and this good sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop: - but, O vain

boast!

Who can control his fate? 't is not so now. —
Be not afraid, though you do see me weaponed;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismayed? 't is a lost fear;
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,

-

And he retires: - where should Othello go?Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starred wench!

Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity-0, cursed slave!
Whip me, ye devils,

From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!-
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead? O! O!

SHAKESPEARE.

wealth, and restore Charles II.]

THE SACK OF BALTIMORE.

[Baltimore is a small seaport in the barony of Carbery, in South Munster. It grew up around a castle of O'Driscoll's, and was, after his ruin, colonized by the English. On the 20th of June, 1631, the crews of two Algerine galleys landed in the dead of the night, sacked the town, and bore off into slavery all who were not too old, or too young, or too fierce, for their purpose. The pirates were steered up the intricate channel by one Hackett, a Dungarvan fisherman, whom they had taken at sea for the purpose. Two years after, he was convicted of the crime and executed. Baltimore never recovered from this.]

THE summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles,

"Tis the safest place in Germany,

The walls are high, and the shores are steep,
And the tide is strong, and the water deep."

Bishop Hatto fearfully hastened away;
And he crossed the Rhine without delay,
And reached his tower, and barred with care
All the windows, doors, and loop-holes there.

He laid him down and closed his eyes,
But soon a scream made him arise;
He started, and saw two eyes of flame
On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.
He listened and looked, - it was only the cat ;
But the bishop he grew more fearful for that,
For she sate screaming, mad with fear,
At the army of rats that were drawing near.

From out their beds, and to their doors, rush maid and sire and dame,

And meet, upon the threshold stone, the gleaming sabre's fall,

And o'er each black and bearded face the white

or crimson shawl.

The yell of "Allah!" breaks above the prayer and shriek and roar

O blessed God! the Algerine is lord of Baltimore !