No, I kept mine oath. MARCIAN (Reviving). My rival, having heard my threats, waylaid me, And, ere I saw him, struck.-What gone?-Both lost ?— (Putting his hand into his breast.) CALANTHE. Nay be calm, hapless one! they are both safe. MARCIAN. They have gone with me everywhere; his gifts- my cousin No names! CALANTHE. MARCIAN. The only stain upon our name Is now washed out in blood; but tell him-Lady- Oh visit not my death on her! Farewell, Raise him, friends! CALANTHE. Bear him-Ah, cruel chance! Lord Angelo! A murder? (Covers MARCIAN's face with his cloak.) Enter ANGELO. ANGELO. This is no scene for-Calanthe? Thus kind to all but me! what form is that? There's more than common pity in thine eye, This grief, this horror-I were jealous of itYet that coarse garb! It ill becomes you, Signor, CALANTHE. To taunt the wretched, and the dead. Move on! ANGELO. They shall not go until I know the truth. CALANTHE. Shall not? 'tis well to wring before this crowd Confession that must pain me. (Aside.) Holy Truth Alas, Calanthe! hast thou ANGELO. kindred too Can it be so? (To Citizens.) FIRST CITIZEN. I know not, Sir, but on the loftiest trees Forbear! and you, CALANTHE. My Lord, appeal from my word to these men ? (Aside.) Thank Heaven, beloved Angelo! I've spared Nor question further-I will send you straight Strong proofs, tho' sad ones, that I have not lost The respect due to the Medicii. Farewell! [Exeunt CALANTHE and FABIAN. CITIZENS bearing the body. ANGELO. There was a softness in that tone-Farewell! Which crept into her voice, despite herself. And in his joy, he swears that should he find Enter a CITIZEN, hastily. Who was the murdered man? ANGELO. CITIZEN. My lord? who? (Aside.) Ah! he knows not then. Signor Is then my love so public, that such men Should seek to cheat me, lest I share her shame? Re-enter FIRST CITIZEN. CITIZEN. And please you, Sir, entrusted with some gear Her page, who watched you from a lattice, sent me He said, if I had duties otherwhere, I might consign the toys to you, and added, You might assume my hat and cloak, his mistress ANGELO. What scenes will tame the cunning of a page? Yet I would see these treasures. CITIZEN. They are here, Sir. (Giving ANGELO the Tablets and Jewel.) He had known want, but ne'er would part with these. Was he not like me? Oh, his locks were grey, ANGELO. CITIZEN. His features swollen and pale, his form so wasted, Stooping, and ill arrayed, his eyes so dim— ANGELO. The truth! yet he was like me? Ay, the Tablets! Traced in the once familiar hand. What's here? (Reads.) "Angelo, my dear kinsman, who for me Didst risk a parent's anger, know Calanthe, Who feigns such scorn, lest thou shouldst match beneath thee, Great Saints! 'twas he then. Dead? and she concealed My father's threats convert to promises! I thank thee now. Let me requite thee too. This for thy bonnet and thy mantle, friend.-(Gives CITIZEN a purse, and assumes his hat and cloak.) Re-enter CALANTHE and FABIAN. CALANTHE. [Exit CITIZEN. (To ANGELO.) Hold'st thou a tablet, and a jewel for me?-(He bows.) Bear them with speed to the de Medicii, They should be now lord Angelo's. The Tablets? FABIAN. May not I know all now, remember! say, CALANTHE. "Calanthe Thou'rt right!-(Takes the Tablets from ANGELO.) ANGELO. Into the hand which holds the heart of Angelo! And hope thy sire—this is no time-no place I'm faint. I've witnessed death, indeed, indeed, I've been unfairly caught-Oh, Angelo !— VOL. XCVI. (Falls into his arms). D EXTRACTS FROM THE OLD FOREST RANGER'S PRIVATE JOURNAL.* CHAPTER IV. BREAK-DOWN IN THE JUNGLE-REPAIRINC PALANQUIN TRAVELLING-CHITTLEDROOG-INTERVIEW WITH THE PATELL-A DAMAGES-CANTONMENT OF HURRYHURA NIGHT ATTACK-ARRIVAL AT DHARWAR-MY FIRST TIGERHUNT-DEATH OF A BEATER-APATHY OF THE NATIVES-DIMENSIONS OF A TIGER. BANGALORE, 13th February.-It is only five months since I landed in India, and I have already been fortunate enough to obtain leave of absence to visit my Brother, at Dharwar, in the Bombay Presidency, about 280 miles from hence. I have not yet seen anything of the grander field sports of India, our exploits, at Bangalore, having been confined to coursing Jackalls, shooting snipe and quail, and "larding the lean earth" in our futile attempts to circumvent a certain herd of very shy Antelope, which being the only animals of the kind within ten miles of the Station, are proportionately careful of themselves, and appear to have no stomach for " eating bullets." Inshallah! they have laughed at our beards. But, from the account my Brother gives of the country in the neighbourhood of Dharwar, I expect better sport before long. I sent on my Servants, baggage and Horses, some days ago, to Hurryhur, a military station on the banks of the Toombudrah, 185 miles from hence; and start to-morrow night, in a palanquin, to travel dawk, that is with posted Bearers, who travel day and night, each set running a stage of from 10 to 15 miles. Travelling with a single set of Bearers, who carry you from 25 to 30 miles a night, and halt during the day, is cheaper, and a pleasanter mode of performing a journey, as it gives the traveller an opportunity of seeing the country, and keeping himself in game; but it is much slower, and, my leave being limited, I do not like to lose time by the way. My Brother is to meet me at Hurryhur, and from thence we march, by easy stages, to Dharwar-95 miles-hunting as we go. On the night of the 14th of February I started from Bangalore, by torchlight, and posted on, without halting, 137 miles, to Chittledroog, a fortified town, and strong hill fort, belonging to the Rajah of Mysore, where I arrived on the afternoon of the 16th. As I passed through the Fort gate, I was accosted, in tolerable English, by a respectable looking Native, who, after performing sundry very low salaams, and assuring me that, "My Lordship's footsteps were welcome," begged to know whether Sahib would be pleased to alight at the Bungalow, which is kept up by the Rajah for the accommodation of European Travellers, and of which he was the keeper. After two nights' travelling in a palanquin, the prospect of a few hours' rest, and a comfortable bath, was a temptation not to be resisted, so I thanked my black friend for his polite offer, and was forthwith conducted to the Bungalow. * Continued from Vol. XCV. page 632. |