quartermasters, the sail-maker, two cooks, my clerk, It will naturally be asked, what could be the the butcher, and a boy. There remained on board cause of such a revolt? In answer, I can only conFletcher Christian, the master's mate; Peter Hay-jecture that the mutineers had flattered themselves wood, Edward Young, George Stewart, midship- with the hope of a happier life among the Otaheitmen; the master-at-arms, gunner's mate, boat-ans than they could possibly enjoy in England, swain's mate, gardener, armorer, carpenter's mate, which, joined to some female connexions, most carpenter's crew, and fourteen seamen, being al-probably occasioned the whole transaction. together the most able men of the ship's company. The women of Otaheite are handsome, mild, and Having little or no wind, we rowed pretty fast to- cheerful in manners and conversation, possessed of wards the island of Tofoa, which bore northeast great sensibility, and have sufficient delicacy to about ten leagues distant. The ship while in sight make them be admired and beloved. The chiefs steered west-northwest; but this I considered only were so much attached to our people, that they as a feint, for when we were sent away, "Huzza for rather encouraged their stay among them than othOtaheite!' was frequently heard among the muti-erwise, and even made them promises of large possessions. Under these and many other concomiChristian, the chief of them, was of a respecta- tant circumstances, it ought hardly to be the subble family in the north of England. This was the ject of surprise that a set of sailors, most of them third voyage he had made with me. Notwithstand- void of connexions, should be led away, where they ing the roughness with which I was treated, the re- had the power of fixing themselves in the midst of membrance of past kindnesses produced some re- plenty, in one of the finest islands in the world, morse in him. While they were forcing me out where there was no necessity to labor, and where the ship, I asked him whether this was a proper re- the allurements of dissipation are beyond any conturn for the many instances he had experienced of ception that can be formed of it. The utmost, howmy friendship? He appeared disturbed at the ques-ever, that a commander could have expected was detion, and answered with much emotion, "That sertions, such as have already happened more or -Captain Bligh—that is the thing-I am in hell-less in the South Seas, and not an act of open muI am in hell!" His abilities to take charge of the tiny. neers. third watch, as I had so divided the ship's company, But the secrecy of this mutiny surpasses belief. were fully equal to the task. Thirteen of the party who were now with me had Haywood was also of a respectable family in the always lived forward among the seamen, yet neither north of England, and a young man of abilities, as they, nor the messmates of Christian, Stewart, well as Christian. These two had been objects of Haywood, and Young, had ever observed any cirmy particular regard and attention, and I had taken cumstance to excite suspicion of what was plotting; great pains to instruct them, having entertained and it is not wonderful if I fell a sacrifice to it, my hopes that, as professional men, they would have mind being entirely free from suspicion. Perhaps, become a credit to their country. Young was well had mariners been on board, a sentinel at my cabin recommended, and Stewart of creditable parents in door might have prevented it; for I constantly slept the Orkneys, at which place, on the return of the with the door open, that the officer of the watch Resolution from the South Seas in 1780, we received might have access to me on all occasions. If the so many civilities, that in consideration of these mutiny had been occasioned by any grievances, alone I should gladly have taken him with me. But either real or imaginary, I must have discovered he had always borne a good character. symptoms of discontent, which would have put me When I had time to reflect, an inward satisfaction on my guard; but it was far otherwise. With prevented the depression of my spirits. Yet, a few Christian, in particular, I was on the most friendly hours before, my situation had been peculiarly flat- terms; that very day he was engaged to have dined tering; I had a ship in the most perfect order, with me; and the preceding night he excused him. stored with every necessary, both for health and self from supping with me on pretence of indispo service; the object of the voyage was attained, and sition, for which I felt concerned, having no sus. two-thirds of it now completed. The remaining picions of his honor or integrity. part had every prospect of success MANFRED: A DRAMATIC POEM. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, DRAMATIS PERSONE. MANFRED. CHAMOIS HUNTER. WITCH OF THE ALPS, NEMESIS. THE DESTINIES. Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, The Scene of the Drama is among the higher Alps-Now to my task.- Mysterious Agency! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe! Whom I have sought in darkness and in light- In subtler essence-ye, to whom the tops Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, ACT I. Midnight. And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things- MANFRED alone.-Scene, a Gothic Gallery.-Time, They come not yet.-Now by the voice of him It will not burn so long as I must watch: [A pause. If it be so.-Spirits of earth and air, FIRST SPIRIT. Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT. Mount Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago. On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. Around his waist are forests braced, The Avalanche in his hand; I am the spirit of the place, Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd baseAnd what with me wouldst Thou? Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT. In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a stranger, And the sea-snake hath life, Where the mermaid is decking Her green hair with shells; Came the sound of thy spells; FOURTH SPIRIT. Where the slumbering earthquake Rise boilingly higher; Strike deep in the earth, FIFTH SPIRIT. I am the Rider of the wind, The hurricane I left behind Is yet with lightning warm; To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea I swept upon the blast: The fleet I met sail'd well, and yet "Twill sink ere night be past. SIXTH SPIRIT. My dwelling is the shadow of the night, Why doth thy magic torture me with light? SEVENTH SPIRIT. The star which rules thy destiny Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power Man. Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill; Man. Will death bestow it on me? Spirit. We are immortal, and do not forget; We are eternal; and to us the past Is, as the future, present. Art thou answer'd? Man. Ye mock me-but the power which brought ye here days Man. Accursed! what have I to do with days? They are too long already.-Hence-begone! Spirit. Yet pause: being here, our will would do thee service; Bethink thee, is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes? Man. No, none: yet stay-one moment, ere we part I would behold ye face to face. I hear Spirit. We have no forms beyond the elements Man. I have no choice; there is no form on earth Hideous or beautiful to me. Let him, Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect As unto him may seem most fitting-Come! Seventh Spirit. (Appearing in the shape of beautiful female figure.) Behold! Man. Oh God! if it be thus, and thou Art not a madness and a mockery. I yet will be most happy. And we again will be I will clasp thee, [The figure vanishes. My heart is crush'd! [MANFRED falls senseless. A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.) When the moon is on the wave, And the glow-worm in the grass, And the wisp on the morass; With a power and with a sign. Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish; Thou canst never be alone; Though thou seest me not pass by, Thou shalt feel me with thine eye As a thing that, though unseen, Must be near thee, and hath been; And when in that secret dread As thy shadow on the spot, And a magic voice and verse Hath begirt thee with a snare; And the day shall have a sun, From thy false tears I did distil I found the strongest was thine own. By thy cold breast and serpent smile, Which pass'd for human thine own heart; And on thy head I pour the vial Shall be in thy destiny; Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish, but as a fear; Lo! the spell now works around thee, And the clankless chain hath bound thee; O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd-now wither! SCENE II. The Mountain of the Jungfrau.-Time, Morning.➡ MANFRED alone upon the Cliffs. Man. The spirits I have raised abandon meThe spells which I have studied baffle meThe remedy I reck'd of tortured me; I lean no more on superhuman aid, It hath no power upon the past, and for And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Moun-|And to be thus, eternally but thus, tains, Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye. Art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart, A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring And my brain reels-and yet my foot is firm: If it be life to wear within myself My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased [An eagle passes. But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make And men are what they name not to themselves, [The Shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard. The mutual music of the mountain reedFor here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable-pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.-Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment-born and dying With the best tone which made me! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER. This way the chamois leapt: her nimble feet Min. (not perceiving the other.) To be thus- Having been otherwise! Now furrow'd o'er I hear ye momently above, beneath, C. Hun. The mists begin to rise from up the valley; Man. The mists boil up around the glaciers; clouds Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell, Whose every wave breaks on a living shore, Heap'd with the damn'd like pebbles.-I am giddy. C. Hun. I must approach him cautiously; if near, A sudden step will startle him, and he Seems tottering already. Man. Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock Rocking their Alpine brethren; filling up The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters; Damming the rivers with a sudden dash, Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made Their fountains find another channel-thus, Thus, in its old age, did Mount RosenbergWhy stood I not beneath it? C. Hun. My bones had then been quiet in their depth; In this one plunge.-Farewell, ye opening heavens ! Ye were not meant for me-Earth' take these atoms! [AS MANFRED is in act to sping from the cliff, the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp. C. Hun. Hold, madman !-though aweary of thy life, Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood- Man. 1 am, most sick at heart-nay, grasp me not I am all feebleness-the mountains whirl Spinning around me I grow blind-What art thou? C. Hun. I'll answer that anon.-Away with meThe clouds grow thicker-there-now lean on me→ Place your foot here-here, take this staff, and cling A moment to that shrub-now give me your hand, And hold fast by my girdle-softly-wellThe Chalet will be gained within an hourCome on, we'll quickly find a surer footing, And something like a pathway, which the torrent Hath wash'd since winter.-Come, 'tis bravely done You should have been a hunter.-Follow me. [As they descend the rocks with difficulty, the scene closes. |