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Nor thro' thy dull medium, had Cheru. queror a treasure inore precious than bim known,

his crown, a princess at the age when That he once fung, in strains, as fub- the heart has only the virtues of nature, ; lime as their own :

or nature has all the charms of innocence | Then stun us no longer with ekes and and beauty. Every thing that the and with

graces in tears possess, either noble or Thy noise and his nonsense can never affecting, was painted in Lydia's counbe praise.

tenance. In her grief, courage, and dignity, one might discover the daughter of kings amidst the crowd of Naves.

She received the first compliments of From the St. James's MAGAZINE. her enemies without haughtiness, withs On such Inn-keepers as drink themselves out acknowledgement, as an homage almost to deaib, in order to acquire a

due to her rank, the noble sentiments livelihood,

of which were not weakened in her soul

by ill fortune. OW hard the fate, by heaven She heard her father named, and abs decreed

that name lifted up to heaven her fine To publicans on earth !

eyes filled with tears. All hearts were Whose health is ill exchang'd fo@bread, moved. Mezentius himself, astonished, Whore livelihood is death.

forgot his pride and his age. ProsperiThus Paul addressed the sons of fin ; ty which hardens weak souls, softens

“. For wages death receive." proud hearts, and nothing is more genHard wages those ! on which poor men, tle than an hero after gaining a victory. As South * says, cannot live.

If the lavage heart of old Mezentius was not able to resist the charms of his

captive, what was the impression on From the GENTLEMAN'SMAGAZINB.

the virtuous foul of young Lausus ! He

mourned over his exploits; he reproach. Lausus and Lydia ; a Tale. From the ed himself with his victory: it coft Ly

Translation of the French of Mar- dia tears, Let her avenge herself, montal.

said he, • let her hate me as much as I

love her; I have deserved it but too HE character of Mezentius, much.' But an idea still more distress

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A bad prince and a good father, cruel he fees Mezentius, astonished, softened, and tender by turns. He had nothing pass on a sudden from rage to clemency. of the tyrant, nothing that thowed vio- He judged rightly that humanity alone lence, as long as his defires knew no had not effected this revolution ; and obstacle ; but the calm of this haughty the fear of having his father for a rival soul was the repose of a lion.

compleated his confusion. Mezentius had a son named Laasus

At the age of Mezentius jealousy fol, whose valour and beauty rendered him lows closely upon love. The tyrant famous among the young heroes of observed the eyes of Lausus with an Italy. Lausus had attended Mezenti. uneaty attention: he saw extinguished us in the war against the king of Præ- in them, all at once, that joy and arneste. His father, at the very summit dour which shone at first on the face of of joy, saw him covered with blood, the young hero, vi&torius for the first fighting and vanquishing by his side. time. He saw him disturbed: he caught The king of Prænelte driven out of his fome looks which it was but too easy to territories, and seeking his fafety in understand. From that instant he conHight, had left in the hands of the con. fidered himself as betrayed ; but nature

had * Alluding to a fermon' of his on, “ The wages of fin are death ;" hard Wages, that 2 pocs man capnot live by them.

had her turn, and suspended his rage. intimate ; and love made its way insenA tyrant even in his fury forces himlelf fibly through respect and gratitude, as to think that he is just; and before he a flower, which, in order to blow, opens condemned his son, Mezentius wanted the flight texture in which it is enfolded. to convict him.

Deceived more and more by the feignHe began by diffembling his owned tranquillity of Mezentius, the crepassion with so much art, that the prince dulous Laufus flattered himself, that he looked on his former fears as vain, and should very soon see his duty accord considered the attentions of love as no- with his inclination ; and nothing in thing more than the effects of clemency. the world, in his opinion, was easier At first he affected to allow Lydia all than to reconcile them.

The treaty of the appearances of liberty: but the ty- peace which he had medicated, was rerant's court was full of Spies and infor- duced to two articles; to restore to the mers, the usual retinue of men of pow- king of Præneste his crown, and his er, who, not being able to make them- territories ; and to make his marriage selves beloved, place their greatness in with the princess the band of union berendering themselves feared.

tween the two powers. He communiHis son was no longer afraid of pay- cated this project to Lydia. The coning Lydia a respectful homage. He fidence he put in it, the advantages he mingled with his sentiments an interest saw accruing from it, the transports of so delicate and to tender, that Lydia joy which the idea alone inspired him very soon began to reproach herself for with, surprised the lovely captive into the hatred which she thought the enter." a smile, mingled with tears : “ Genetained for the blood of her enemy. rous prince," says she to him, “

may Lausus, on his side, lamented that he heaven fulfil the wilhes you pour out for had contributed to Lydia's misfortunes. my father ! I shall not be sorry that I He took the gods to witness that he am made the pledge of peace, and the would do all in his power to repair them. price of gratitude.” This touching “ The king my father, " says he”, is as reply was accompanied with a look itill generous after victory, as untractable more touching. The tyrant was inbefore battle : satisfied with victory, he formed of all. His first transport would is incapable of oppression. It is easier have hurried him to sacrifice his rival; than ever for the king of Prænese to but this son was the only support of his engage him to a peace that shall be glo- crown, the only barrier between the rious to both. That peace will dry up people and him : the fame stroke would your tears beautiful Lydia ; but will it have rendered him completely odious to efface the remembrance of their crime his subjects, and have taken from him who caused you to shed them ! why did the only defender, whom he could opI not see all my blood fow rather than pose to the publick hatred. Fear is the those tears?"

ruling passion of tyrants. Mezentius Lydia's replies, which were full of resolves to disemble.

He orders his modesty and greatness, left no room for son to come to him, talks to him with Lausus to perceive any thing more than good humour, and bids him prepare to easy gratitude : though at the bottom let out the next day for the frontiers of of her heart she was but too sensible of his territories, where he had left his ar. the care' he took to console her. She my. The prince endeavoured to con. sometimes blushed for having liitened to ceal the grief which wrung his soul, and him with complaisance ; but her father's set out without having had time to reinterests made it a law to her to avail ceive the adieus of Lydia. herself of such a support.

The very day of Lausus's departure, In the mean time their conferences Mezentius had caused honourable congrowing more frequent, became allo ditions of peace to be proposed to tle more animated, more interesting, mote king of Præneste, the first of which

was his marriage with the daaghter of ful friend of Lausus. « Let him be the vanquished monarch. That unfor- exposed, " said Mezentius;" let him fall tunate monarch hesitated not to con a prey to devouring lions ; the traitor fent, and the fame ambassador that of, deserves a more cruel death ; but this fered him peace brought back his agree- best suits his crime and my vengeance, ment for an answer.

and his punishment is a featt worthy Lausus had at court a friend, who of injured love." had been attached to him from his in. Lausus in vain expected the answer fancy. A remarkable resemblance to of his friend ; impatience gave way to the young prince had been the means affright. “ Should we be discovered!” of making the fortune of this young says he ; “ should I have lost my friend man who was called Phanor ; but they by my fatal imprudence ! Lydia herself resembled each other still more in their Ah! I tremble. No, I cannot dispositioa than their figure, the same live any longer in this dreadful uncer. inclination, the same virtues : Lausus tainty." He sets out; he disguiles and Phanor seemed to have but one soul. himself carefully; he arrives; he hears Lausus at parting had confided to Pha- the report spread among the people ; nor his passion and his despair. The he learns that his friend is in chains, latter was therefore inconsolable on and that the next day is to unite hearing of the marriage of Lydia with Lydia with Mezentius: he learns Mezentius. He thought it his duty to that they are preparing the feast acquaint the prince with it. The litu. which is to precede the marriage fefation of the lover at this news cannot tival, and that, by way of show at be described ; his heart is troubled, his this festival, they are to lee the unhap. reason forsakes him; and in the distrac- py Phanor a prey to wild beasts. He tion of a blind sorrow he writes to Ly- shrinks at this recital ; a deadly chill. dia the warmest and most imprudent let- ness spreads through all his veins : he ter that love ever dictated. Phanor comes again to himself; but lost in diwas charged with the delivery of it. straction, he falls on his knees, and He went to her at the hazard of his cries out, “ Great gods, restrain my life if he should be discovered. He " hand, my despair terrifies me! let

Mezentius, enraged, orders me die to save my friend ; but let me him to be loaden with irons, and drag, die with my virtue !" Resolved to deged to a frightful prison.

liver his dear Phanor, tho' he should However, every thing was prepared perith in his stead, he flies to the gates for the celebration of this unhappy of the prison : but how is he to enter marriage. We may justly conclude there ? he addresses himself to the Nave, that the feast was suitable to the cha- whole office it was to carry food to the racter of Mezentius. Wrestling, the prisoners. “ Open your eyes” said he, ceftus, gladiators, combats between " and know me: I am Lausus, I am men and animals bred up to carnage, the son of the king. I expect from every thing that barbarity has invent. you an important service : Phanor is ed for its amusements, was to have confined here; I will see him, I will. graced the pomp; nothing was wanting I have but one way to come at him : to this bloody spectacle, but persons to give me your cloaths : fly! there are the fight against the wild beasts ; for it was pledges of my acknowledgment : withcustomary to expose to these fights draw yourself from the vengeance of my none but criminals condemned to die, father. If you betray me, you rush on and Mezentius, who on any suspicion your ruin ; if you affist me in my unwas always in a hurry to put the in- dertaking, my favours shall find you

in nocent to death, retarded still less the the very hearts of the deserts. punisament of the guilty. These re The weak and timorous Nave yields inained in the prison none but the faith- to his promises and threats. He aflifts

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was so.

the prince in disguising himself, and her right over his heart, if I deliver disappears, after having told him the you from death, I have only occafion to hour at which he was to present him- melt him to compassion for myself; and felf, and the conduct he was to observe his arm, when lifted up against a son, in order to deceive the vigilance of the will be easily disarmed.” “ He would guards. Night approaches, the mo- Itrike," said Phanor, and your death -ment arrives, Lausus presents himself: would be my crime ; I cannot abandon he affumes the name of the slave ; the you.” “Well then," said Lausus,“ rebolts of the Jungeon open with a dif- main here ; but at your death you shall mal found. By the feeble glimmering see mine also. Depend not on my taof a torch, he penetrates into this man ther's clemency ; it would be in vain for Lion of horror, he advances, he listens; him to pardon me ; think not that I the accents of a moaning voice strike would pardon myself. This hand, which his ear, he knows it to be the voice of wrote the fatal billet that condemns, his friend, he sees him lying down in this hand, which, even after its crime, a corner of the cell, covered with rags, is Itill the hand of your friend, fall consumed with weakness, the paleness re-unite us in your own despite." In of death on his countenance, and the vain would Phanor have inlifted upon fire of despair in his eyes. “ Leave me.” it. “ Let us not talk any longer," insaid Phanor to him, taking him for the terrupted Laulus; you can say noAlave ; "away with those odious nourish. thing to me that can equal the shame of ments ; suffer me to die. Alas !” added surviving my friend, after I have dehe, sending forth cries interrupted by stroyed him. Your pressing earneft nels fighs, “ alas! my dear lausus is still makes me blush, and your prayers are more unhappy than I. O, ye gods! an affront. I will answer for my own it be knows the state to which lie has safety, if you will fly : I swear to die, reduced his friend !” “ Yes, cried Lan. if you will stay and perish. Choose : sus, throwing himself on his bosom, the moments now are precious." “ Yes my dear Phanor, he does know Phanor knew his friend too well to it, and he partakes of it," “ What do pretend to shake his resolution, “I I see!” cried Phanor transported: "Ah consent," says he, “ to let you try the Lausus ! ah, my prince !” At there only means of safety that is left us;

but words both of them lose the use of their live, if you would have me live: your senses; their arms are locked in each scaffold shall be mine." " I readily beother, their hearts meet, their fighs are lieve it,” said Laulus, “and your friend intermingled. They remain for a long elteems you too much to desire you to time mute and immoveable, ftretched survive him.” At these words they emout on the floor of the dungeon ; grief braced, and Phanor went out of the Itifies their voice, and they answer each dungeon in the habit of the slave, which other only by embracing more closely, Laulus had just put off. and bathing one another with tears. What a night! what a dreadful night Lausus at latt coming to himself, " Let for Lydia! Alas! how thall we paint us not lose time," said he to his friend; the emotions that arise in her soul, that “ take these cloa this, get hence, and divide, that tear it, between love and leave me here."-"What I, great gods! virtue? She adores Lausus, the detests can I be fo vile ? Ah Lausus, could you Mezentius, the facrifices herself to her believe it ? Ought you to propose it to father's intereits, the delivers herself up me? I know you well," said the prince; to the object of her hatred, the tears " but you should also know me. The herself for ever from the wishes of an sentence is pronounced, your punish- adored lover. They lead her to the ment is prepared, you must die or fly.” altar as it were to punishment. Barba

.“ Fly !""lear me ; my father is sous Mezentius ! it suffices thee that violent, but he is sensible; nature allerts' thy contort trembles before thee, as a

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have before his master. Such is love in place, and that it is he that is going to the heart of a tyrant.

fight. Yet alas! it is for him alone that she Half naked, his hair dilhevelled, he is going to live : it is to him that she is walks with an intrepid step: a poinard going to he united. If she refifts, lhe for the attack, a buckler for defence, must betray her lover and her father : a are the only arms by which he is prorefusal will discover the secret of her tected. Mezentius, prepossessed, sees soul; and if Lausus is suspected to be in him only the guilty Phanor. His own dear to her, he is undone.

blood is dumb, nature is blind; it is his It was in this cruel agitation that own son whom he delivers up to death, Lydia waited the day. The terrible and his bowels are not moved ; resentday arrives.

Lydia, dismayed and ment of injury and thirst of vengeance trembling, sees herself decked out, not file in him every other sentiment. He as a bride whom they are going to pre- , with a barbarous joy the fury of the lifent at the altars of Love and Hymen, on animating by degrees. Lausus, impabut as one of those innocent victims tient, provokes the monster, and urges which a barbarous piety crowned with him to the combat. He advances towards flowers before it sacrificed them. him, the lion springs forward. Lausus

They lead her to the place where the avoids him. Thrice the enraged animal spectacle is to be exhibited, the people presents to him his foaming jaws, and assemble there in multitudes, the sports thrice Lausus escapes his murderous begin. I hall not stop to describe the fangs. engagements at the ceftus, at wrestling, In the mean time Phanor learns what at the sword ; a more dreadful object is doing. He runs up: he bears down engages our attention.

the multitude before him, his piercing An enormous lion advances. At first, cries make the amphitheatre resound. with a calm pride, he traverses the are “ Stop, Mezentius ! save your son : it na, throwing his dreadful looks round is he; it is Lausus that is engaged.” Methe amphitheatre that environs him : a zentius looks and knows Phanor, who confused murmer announces the terrour hafter towards him : “ O ye gods! that he inspires. In a short time the what do I fee! My people, aslift me; found of the clarions animate him ; he throw yourselves on the arena, ravish replies by his roarings ; his shaggy main my son from the jaws of death." Ac is erected around his monstrous head; the name of Lausus, Lydia falls down he lashes his loins with his tail, and the dead on the steps of the amphitheatre ; fire begins to issue from his sparkling eye. her heart is frozen, her eyes are coverballs. The populace affrighted, with and ed with darkness. Mezentius sees only dread to see the wretch appear, who is his son, who is now in inevitable dan. to be delivered up to the rage of this ger : a thousand hands arm in vain for monster. Terrour and pity seize on his defence; the monster pursues him,

and would have devoured him before The combatant, whom Mezentius's they could bave arrived to his affiftacce. guards themselves had taken for Phanor, But O! wonder incredible ! O happipresents himself. Lydia could not dir- ness unboped ! Lausus while he eludes tinguish him. The horror with which the bounds of the furious animal, strikes

The is seized had obliged her to turn a. him a mortal blow, and the fword with way her eyes from this spectacle, which which he is armed is drawn reeking Shocks the sensibility of her compassion from the lion's heart. He falls, and ate soul. What would it be, alas ! if swims in seas of blood, vomited thro' The knew that Phanor, that the tender his foaming jaws. The universal alarm friend of Lausus, is the criminal whom now changes into triumph, and the they have devoted ; if she knew that people reply to Mezentius's doleful cries Lausus himself had taken his friend's only by shouts of admiration and joy.

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