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Like a cat by the fire on a rainy day, rubbing my cheeks for want of work, eh, Will? No, lad; there's been too much staying at home of late, to our shame and harm, so in default of better opportunity, I'll take this. Will Coriton. 'Tis
very honourable, but by no means so wise; however it 's lost labour to persuade a man whose mind is made up. I'll be back in a few minutes to go into the fight with you.
SCENE XIII.-Chalgrove Field. RUPERT and his men drawn up in order of battle. Enter a company of horse with HAMPDEN and Will CORITON
leading Shouts of " A Rupert, a Rupert! The Parliament,
the Parliament!” Hampden.
Gentlemen, we are just in time; close ranks,
shot in the shoulder, and drops upon his horse's neck.)
(Exit HAMPDEN, riding slowly off the field.)
SCENE XIV.-The chamber of a house in Thame.
HAMPDEN lying on a bed. Enter DR. SPURSTOW.
My friend, good morrow; here, you see, at last,
How sped the battle ?
It was indecisive, And Rupert held his way back into Oxford.
Had the Lord General made more expedition,
To the king's cause.
Ay, slow, slow, slow; my friend,
In this affair at Chalgrove?
Some thirty men,
And William Coriton.
(Enter Dr. Giles.)
Eternal in the heavens.
My dear friend,
Have you much pain ?
Yes, I am full of pain,
And I shall grasp the hands and see the eyes
Of my beloved Master, King, and Lord.
Thank God for Christian love and hope and faith,
Which conquers pain with peace, and wins us bliss ?
Reverence, ay; it is a gracious word !
(He turns slowly towards the wall and prays.) O Lord God of Hosts, great is Thy mercy, just and holy are Thy dealings unto us sinful men. Save me, O Lord, if it be Thy good will, from the jaws of death. Pardon my manifold transgressions. O Lord, save my bleeding country. Have these realms in Thy special keeping. Confound and level in the dust those who would rob the people of their liberty and lawful prerogative. Let the king see his error, and turn the hearts of his wicked counsellors from the malice and wickedness of their designs. Lord Jesus, receive my soul! O Lord, save my country. O Lord, be merciful to ...
(Falls back in the bed and dies.) Dr. Giles.
Thank God, his pains are over !
Few men have had a sharper fight with death.
Thou sorely tried with suffering, art at rest,
THE SABINE WEDDING.
ADVERTISEMENT. AFTER the Bible and our English story the most delightful study that I know of is the domestic life of Rome. Of all the moderns, we are most akin to the masters of the old world, I think, in the deep places of the national soul, but our destiny hitherto has been luckier than theirs. Our national life had opportunity to develop itself, and the sincerity of Norse paganism found wider scope in a religion of abiding truth and mercy, while the old Roman sincerity and religion was debased by the luxury, and poisoned by the gods of Greece. Christianity came too late to save Rome, the glowing spirit which had fed her magnificent energy was materialized and cold, the fire of Italian life was dead in Sabine farm and on Latin hearth, and the Empire broke up in ruin, before the young nations of the North, who carried on their lips and in their hearts the sacred name of home.
Italian home-life gave Rome soldiers like Spurius Ligustinus, and the four noble centurions of holy writ, and children who in her best days did not fear “to be obedient unto death.” Had her sons kept all the eternal laws, as they kept the Fourth Commandment, she would have remained for ever. All her greatness, her glory, her wide extended empire and her military renown were based upon the domestic virtues of her