Si i BRANTLEY: — A — ^tama in ^ivc ^ct$. WILLIAM JOHN LYND. Q a GOT.DEN, COL.: PRINTED BY GEOKGE WEST, TRANSCRIPT OFFICE. 1876. S5C!5s6;::jC!5»6;::5C3i;:::5C!5^;::sC38C:5C!^ BRANTLEY: llvaimt ill Jive arts S O (SO — BY- WILLIAM JOHN LYND, Pramatis Pei^son^©. BRANTLEY A Mmister. J CON WELL, -) TIM RILEY, y Minors. DICK LAWSON, j PAT SYMES Gardener and Miner. OBERHEIM A Bishop. KOOGLAND A Siredish Gentleman. FITZ HUGH An English Lord. ANTONICELLI A (\itholic Priest. DON SEBASTIAN O, ) . ^ . , r, DON GOMEZ, I Spanish Don.^. KOOGLANDS FATHER MISS CHADWELL A young ladij of wealth. MRS. PERCY .- Aunt of Miss Chadwelt. MISS TRAVEKS ■- Young lady friends of Mrs. Perc)/ and Miss MISS FLORENCE, j Chaduell. MAUD A Gipsy Queen. OLD JOE, and GRANNY, and YOUNG JOE, Stetvarts, Pages, and others. GOLDEN, COL.: PRINTED BY GEORGE WEST, TKANSCRIPT 1876. ^ 75^-2 n Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 187r., b.\ WILLIAM JOHN LYND, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Wasliington. G^BRANTLEY.^^:) ACT I. Scene I. Louisiana. jRarlor in Mrs. Percy^s mansion. KooGLAND and Miss (JhadwblIj playing at chess. Koog. Oft times, so history declares to us, Our fates depeud upon a game like this. Though science did the victory achieve, An unforseen disaster yet may snatch The prize, and sink my triumph in defeat. Miss C. It would be well to win your laurels first ; The sunrise see, before you weep the sunset. Koog. That unexpected move! another such, And all my practiced skill avails me not. And yet it would uncourteous be to take Success within my grasp : defeat to suffer, Though able to prevent it, this should be my part. 3fiss C. Be on your guard ; defeat approaches swiftly. Forget your gallantry, and try your utmost. Unier Brantley. Bran. To-night the stars throw out their keenest lustre. Like diamonds of different water set In lucid azure glass, at distances, That give unto the whole an untold glory, And lend to every on© a higher beauty. 3fiss C. The stars, I've often heard, do rule our fates, As Jupiter, or other favoring orbs Are in ascendant. Which now sways the hour? This game is lost, or won, as it ordains. Bran. There's one o'ertops the rest, the planet Venus. But pallid Saturn looks malevolent. To prove his aspect, let me end this battle. 4 BRANTLEY. 3Iiss Chadwell surrenders her placG and looks o?t. Miss C. Take care y©ii lose not the advantage gained. Koog. A fitting warning to the side you favor. The stars now fight against your Sisera ; The victory is mine. Miss C. Old Saturn bears 'Gainst you a grudge ; you scarcely guessed the power Of his malevoienee. In starry groupings The beauteous Venus does n©t always rule. Bran. I hoped his heart, surcharged with passions dark, Would yield somewhat to her enchanting smiles. Miss C. Converging aspects you perhaps confounded, And so another's lot believed your own. Bran. Perchance I did. If so I must resign Myself to Heaven's mj-sterious decrees. Each destiny is writ by the same hand. That poised the silent brilliants in yon sky, Their mystic language formed, and story shaped, The gemmed scroll, that in its mazy change, Foretells unerringly the solemn future. I go to read my fate, and bid adieu. [Kvif. Koog. The influei'.ce benign ihat rules the hour {Kneels.) Constrains a full confession of my love And heart's devotion, and that here's the shrine Of my idolatry. To thee, Miss Chadwell, I turn always ; for thee I live; and none Else shall e'er swerve from thee my loyal heart— Miss C. {Rising.) Desist, sir, T entreat you. This surprises me. Bestow elsewhere your loyalty, and worship; On me they will be lost. Good night ! Koog. {Rising.) Stay! stay! If love thou canst not give, then give me friendship. I ask, implore you be my friend. 3fiss C. So b© i t. But not again beyond that barrier pass. [Sxit. Koog. She's gone! and must ray love e'en thus subside ? Cold friendship! oh can such repose o'ertake The mad'uing heavings of this bursting heart ! No! never! no! as wildly surged the waters Above the highest peaks, and all around BRANTLEY. 5 Were clouds and darkness, r.hus is my soul. No rainbow can ever span its heaven. l^Jxit. (w.) Scene 2. — Part of a oonservatory at Mrs. Perey^s. Enter Tim Riley arranging a bouquet, and then Pat Symes carrying a tray with fl.oiver cuttings. Synies. Here I am with the tray and flowers. Such jewels of flowers ! the belles of the conservatory , as rare as ostriches in old Tipperary. Do ye mind. They would put ablush on the diamonds in the queen's crown, and make a duchess forget her beauty. Do ye mind. It is a sin to destroy the life of these poor swate inno- cents for that puffed up roll of churoh pastry. Do ye mind. Riley. It is a sin, Pat, but how can we help it. The pursy, oyster-fed, wine-aromatized, sleek-tongued bish- op, will dive his nose like a humming bird into every flower, and run his gray eye ©ver every leaf and bud of this boucjuet. Symes. You may well say that. Do ye mind. He'll search the floral dictionary to see the -emlilims, so he will. This she put there to mane esteem, that she ar- ranged close by to denote warm afTection, and that to tell of hope, and that to expect the wedding day. Riley. The old bishop has a keen eye to worldly pelf. Symes. That's true, Tim. The sheep that carries the nidst wool holds the eye of the big shepherd, and feels the gentle love-taps of his crozier. Do ye mind. Or as the old proverb has it, the cock clucks most t© the fattest hen. Riley. What a royal palace will he have, and in what a sumptuous carriage will he roll his bulky frame, should he marry our lady. Symes. St. Peter and St. Paul, pax vobiscum! St. Peter who holds the kays of heaven never strained steel springs, nor rolled on carriage cushions. Do ye mind. St. Peter, who thought like a sage, but felt like a man, with all his illigance, never had sueh a bouquet as that to timpt him. He was too busy, as Tim Flannigan used to say, when he hunted the fleas on his old toothless dog, to attind to such vanities. Do ye mind. Riley. Madame Percy is too sensible to fall into the cunning trap of that fleshly round of godly pretence. f> BRANTLEY. Symes. 1 crossed the Atlantic ocean. Do ye mind. All sliips do not sail into port. The eagle does not al- ways caich his fish. Biley. That's so^ Pat. Leeches curl into balls, and dart around, aixi then elongate into miniature sea s^er- pents, and glide about with all the curves of beauty, but fail to fasten on to their victims. Symes. 1 am not a propliet, Tim, but do ye mind, I see breakers ahead. The devil's snuff-box will sink in sight of dry l.ind. Riley. I think you a true prophet. Pat. Now, when you carry this handing him the, boquet) breathe a little malice on it as y<*u go, and pray that his courtship may prove a sunken sliip, that his strapping leg may be- come a cork leg, and his twanging nose a dividing ridge to serve as a water shed for his swelling tears, when dis- appointment leers at his fallen hopes. Symes. Do ye mind. T will put sueh a spell round this bunch of roses, that he will have to doctor his di- vinity, and turn apothecary to his soul. Riley. Ha! ha! ha! Meet me in the garden at the lower end, and let me know how he smiled, and how he said, bless me, as he held it up, what a gem ! what a condensation of beauty ! My thanks to your mistress. Symes. Do ye mind. Sure as big whales eat little fish, I will note every twinkle of his eye, every curl of his lip, and every tone of his voice, and will bring back an overflowing fund for a week's laughter. Do ye mind. (w.) [JSxeuent—both laughing. iSCENE ^.—Louisiana. A garden at Bishop Oberheini's. Enter Mrs. Pekcy and Bishop Oberheim. Mrs. Percy. The Swede, so rumor states, soon sails for Europe. With him rebuffs in love are hard to bear ; His passion's fierce, and burns his life away. 'Tis pity one so rich, and comely too, With noble talents, and high family. Should feel the pangs of unrequited love. My niece is wilful, needs a stronger will To govern, and control her moods, and fancies. Bp. Ob. True wisdom counsels caution, and suggests, That other cause than wilfulness exists. BRANTLEY. 7 My serving man last week espied the cause. He saw pass out the garden gate young Brantley With face upturned, and gazing at the stars. "Now all is well," he said, "T see defeat Will follow my competitor this night." Behind n tree the faithful spy now hid, And watched till Brantley was full out of sight ; Then suddenly there da.-^hes forth a steed All shining hlack, the rider urging him ; All crazed he flew, like as a very demon. This was the Swede. Let us remove the cause ; Send Brantley far away ; and soon your niece Will good advice and counsel heed. Mrs. P. Your wise sagacity I much commejid. Bp, Ob. To-morrow Brantley's aspirations fall. He'll find the tender roots of daring love, By sharp authority both cut and severed. His soul a wrecU will learn humility. Mrs. P. My thanks, good Bishop, for this welcome help. My niece's titne I'll occupy with visits, balls. Soirees, receptions Wary spies will watch her. We'll travel, and no contrivance be witiield To wither, and consume this ill-timed fancy. Adieu. [Exit. Bp. Ob Farwell, may heaven bless your work. Here Brantley comes. To-day, and not to-morrow, I will the blow, that crushes him, let fall His face is radiant with smiles. Enter Brantley. Bran. I hope Your grace is well. This glorious day excites My blood. Olympian airs could not enthuse One's spirits more. My soul is jubilant ; The birds' songs, the fountain's gleams, and hum of bees, In sweet accord do thrill my heart. Bp. Ob. 'Tis said The days on Afric's coast are always such. Perhaps you would prefer their steady warmth T© changeful climes like this. An urgent call For laborers in that pleasant field seeks you. It G©mes most seasonably too. This ehurch 8 BRANTLEY. Requires more age, experience, and rare p©wer. For zeal, devotion to the poor, pure life, Higii stands your record. Tliis call weigh well. Your wishes bring to-night. So now good day. [jExU. Bran. Another turn in destiny. This morn The sea of life was joyous, and its waves Beneath the sunbeams danced innuraerous. But my horizon now's a line of darkness; Clouds rise, and tempests swell the angry billows. The stars told me not this. To trust in them How vain ! But oh,— must I go hence and leave thee Miss Chadwell? No! oh, no! I feel thou lovest me. This anchors my frail bark. I'll meet the storm. Upon my knees, nay prostrate, I will call To him who rules the furious elements. Oh, Jesus ! Master! help, teach me to pray. {Ring Slow Drop.) ACT II. Scene 1.— J/mers' Cabin in Rocky Mountains. Jonas Conwell, Dick Lavvson, Tim Riley, Miner Conwell. The early snows compel a quick descent T(» parks, plains, and more temperate altitudes. But while the summer lasts, no region smiles Like this in all tbe world. The rivers hence That How, ©n either side, to ocean slopes. The tributes, which turn wheels of industry, Aad gladden ruddy toil with smiling harvests. To populations large, and far convey. And rival fertile Nile, and sacred (granges. Right on the brink of melting snows do glow In sweetest freshness, flowers of every hue ; While in the dashing waterfalls whose drops. Like coruscating gems, flash out their beauty, Glides round the wary fish. Here, too, the eye Surveys the multitudinous crested peaks Like hillocks lessening in the distance ; while At night each star throws out its vivid colors. And sailing meteors, as they pass, shed radiance BRANTLEY. 9 Upon the still and snow-clad slumberirag summits- Here I can pray without a rosary. Tim R. And so can I, my friend, but born and bred A Catholic, 'tis hard to break the spell Of habit. Organ tones will fill the ear; I see the vested priest, and acolytes Waving the incense, while the kneeling crowd Bow to the adored host. At times I see With all its pomp, the great St. Peter's Church, Where sits the Pope who sways our faith, and hopes. Gon. That architectural fane, and wonder, nought Is to the temple we might build. The gems And metals lying in these rocky beds, Could rear a sacred pile of Iieavenly splendor; Its walls all silver, pillars, roof all gold ; Topazes, agates, garnets, emeralds, rubies, Round altar, shrines, and all the dome, Enough to dazzle, and amaze an angel. Lawson. The precious stones recall to mind, a good And pi»us minister, who taught the Word Divine, its inner sense with skill unfolding. Sermons from stones, and trees, and clouds he gave. You doubtless know him, Conwell, for he held The key to heavenly truth. And as with ease , You can uoloGk its secrets too, it seems That you must know him. Con. Yes, indeed, I do. Through him I learned the Word's interior sense. {A noise from a snoiv slide.) But hark ! Tim. R. It is an avalanche. My ears Do not deceive me. Law. Come! now all is still, Let us go out and see. {Exeunt and return. Tim. That mass of snow Had it a little larger been, had given To all of us an inner sense. Friend Conwell, Expound this miracle, this escape from death. Con. The falling of the snow, its loosening, And its descent, huge boulders sweeping And giant trees confused, down its broad path, Are nature's laws; but we so ruled by Him Without whose will a sparrow falleth not, 10 BRANTLEY. That now we live, and can his praise proclaim. Tliis cabin stands untouched, and still our home, And notour grave, because Divine foresight And loving l^indness moved us here to build Beyond destruction's verge. Tim- You reason well. This Providence agrees with nature's laws. Our safety hangs on spirit influence. Con. Friend Tim, you're quick to comprehend. Another truth receive. Tlie Lord incarnate Walking this earth, shone like the rising sun. Yea brighter than the noon-day sun he shone, But through the interior atmosphere ; and so The natural eye could not behf)ld the glory. The lake Gennesaret was smooth, and all The air was still ; the Master in deep sleep Reposing on a pillow, when tlie wind Suddenly caught the sails, and heaped the waves In higher and higher swelling, might and foam. Until the ship that bore him nearly sank. Then fearful hands aroused him. He rose And threw a glance upon the demon rhronc That raised the storm. That glance they saw, and heard Distinctly, "Peace be still," and fled in pain. The air ^?id sea resumed their wonted calm. ( Tivo tuurists appear at window. ) Tim. That's true. 1st Tourist. We have found a snug harbor. Tim. They are the powers that occupy — 2d Tourist. Just in time for warm clieer. Tim The subtler parts of nature. So again 'Twas spirit on spirit moving lulled the storm. Con, 'Twas even so, Tim. Enter two Tourists with guns. 1st. Tour. We are bold to enter ; For doors here have no barring locks, or bolts. And all are welcome. Tim. True, put down your guns. Your looks are jaded. Seat yourselves and rest. [Tim gives stools.'] We'll sup ere long. [LAWsoN^/e^s supper ready ; Conwell and Tim listen to tourists. BRANTLEY. 11 2d Tour. We both are hungry men. Our appetites are sharpened by a fast Of two whole days. A driving snow compelled Us shivering, to seek a hiding place Upon ihe mountains yonder. With much effort A tree was fired. The blazing pine soon carved An opening round its trunij ; in this we dropped And so escaped the blast. The crackling flames Despite the falling flakes shot up from branch To branch. The veil of snow, the leaping fires We watched, till flickering in taper light, Our luountan lamp went out, and darkness reigned. In our snow cell thus cooped, we passed the time, Until we had an icy floor o'er which Quite weak we slowly reached this sheltering roof. \st. Tow. As we approached we saw the thumdering felide That near o'erwhelmed your home. Our cheeks were blanched. Our hearts 5*tood still. Had you been buried here, We t©G, had perished. The curlews's whistling flight, In this high atmosphere, would not again Distur.b our listless ears. Seme playful bear Perchance had pulled this trigger, turned about And fled precipitate, alarmed at flash And sound. Perchance the queenly lioness In joyous gambols with her cubs had roiled All heedless of our whitened bones. Or deer With antlers proud had bounded in full spring Right o'er the remnants of our once strong frames In breathless haste, and distancing pursuit. The hand that saved you, saved us. Let us sing A hymn of praise. [ The two towHsta sing. CHORUS. Come, come comfort me In the time of need. 1. Our angel guards defend us, In every moment, every hour; Through mountain storms they tend us, 'Mid ocean's rage, we feel their power. Come, come &c. 12 BRANTLEY. 2. O, Lord, ©ur life thou boldest, While naught escapes thy watchful care ; The powers of hell, when boldest, Can toueh us not, nor harm a hair. Come, come &c. Con. The A Ibigenses, pious rnountaineers, Could not pour out their thanks more fervently. Friends, let me clasp your hands, embrace you, too. The Lord is in your hearts, your eyes are opened. You are not strangers to the word of truth. Tim. Why do such trustful mea such weapons bear? 1st. Tour. We carry arms not for defence, but food. 'Tis strange how we came here. Two months ago, My friend and I were walking arm in arm O'er gravelled walks, beneath the shade of tall And aged elms, and maples, viewing all The laudseape. Towering there the mountains high, Changeful through moving lights, and shadows seemed ; While winding round the smooth shorn lawn, a stream Through openings broad, flashed back the sun. And clustering trees, at proper intervals Along the banks, the watery view concealed. We talked of Alpine snows, and frozen heights Where all is mute and solitary calm. That day a letter came inviting us To visit this our Switzerland. At once With youtliful ardor we set out. We had One other with us, Charles Brantley. Con. Where is he ? Oh ! oh, that 1 might meet him once again ! \st. Tour. You know him too? On you white man- tled peak That Sphinx-like looks down on far stretching plains, And eyes the snow-fed Platte in its strange turns. Keeps silent watch on busy towns, ©n toils Of husbandry, and feeding flocks, and herds, We left him. Con. On Long's peak? Is he so near? Knocking at door enter Brantley. Con. Friend Brantley! this surprise o'ercomes me quite. BRANTLEY. 13 Bran. I'm glad to see you Con well. Who are these? Why, Harris, Bush and— Tim. Tim and Dick. We all rejoice to meet you here. How did You find us thus? What hither turned your feet ? Bran. Constrained by secret power, my friends I left To go in quest of these. A furious storm Overtook my steps in y©nder guleh. A sort Of cave, or tunnel gave me timely shelter. In holy thought the hours flew swiftly by, I thought of Chimborazo's swelling dome Of dazzling white far up the cloudless blue Of heaven upreared. Volcanoes breathing fire ; For ages then, in death-like torpor lying. How down the sunlit craters bloomed the rose. And fragrant shrubs, in leafy foliage, The desolation hid ; while far above In the blue vault, the condor soared and sailed With outspread wings, ' Thus life, I thought, death fol- lows. And scatters over his dark path all sweet Benignities. I then recalled the scenes Which toilsome steps revealed on yonder peak — The Key, that curious rock, cut in such shape As just to fit the wards of some huge lock Of Nature ; and the cold wierd stillness there. As the round moon rose up above the clouds That wide encanopied the plains, and hung Adown the mountain's side ; those moving vapors That far below like waves of ocean seemed, While to the ear the sound of dashing torrents All hid from view, and fed by melting snows. Came as old ocean's steady beat of waves Upon the shore. Thus thought succeeded thought. Till on the eastern verge of vision leaped The reddening tints of dawn. The ruddy light To kiss the peak's white chilly brow then flew, Imprinting pure sweet rosy blushes there. The world seemed then as if new born ; and each Clear crystalled flake threw back the salutation. All like a million prisms. I felt the thrill Of this empurpling glory. Adoration 14 BRANTLEY. Seized me. 1 knelt and humbly blessed our God. Snug housed in my retreat, I passed the nif^ht; [Law- son and Tim place table and chairs. Next morn essayed the snow compact and frozen ; It t'»ore my weight, and weary here I aai. Con. You're hungry too, dear friend. Dick Lawson. The supper's ready. [All sit down at table but Lawson who waits, Brantley in attitude of prayer. (w.) Scene 2. — Spain. — Street in Oranada. Enter grooms of rival Dons of Oranada. \st. Oroom. Since that American lady of beauty, and wealth came to t-^wn I h*ive no re^t. Up early and late, and kept on the full stretch. I have absolutely no timn to play the lute under my true love's window — no time. 2d Gi^oom. The bear that always sleeps gives weak hugs. The idle mill-wheel soon falls to pieces. Vessels that lie still in harbor have most barnacles. The bark becomes loose on saple-^s trees, \st. Groom. Hush I no more proverbs. You have no pity for my helpless lot. You can troll your song to her you love these moonlight nights. 2d Oroom Too much knowledge briugs sorrow. Too little begets envy. This very night as soon as the stars blink through the trees on the hooting owl, and waken the sweet melodies of the nightingale, and then stand aloof in ambuscade, while a few, here and there, appear as silent watchers behind the queenly moon, sparks will fly from steeled hoofs dashing with my Sen- or to the Alhambra. \st. Oroom. Is he too, smitten with the fair charmer? 2d Oroom. Maelstroms draw down ships. Water- spouts draw up water. The mo®u draws the ocean. All things are under attraction. My Seiior will play the lute and sing under that lady's window to-night. 1st. Oroom. To-night? Will he sing one ©f your songs ? 2d Oroom. Yes, and set t@ one of your airs. \st. Oroom. That gives me a bright idea. You can compose poetry better than I, and I can compose musie better than you. Let us form a joint company. BRANTLEY. 15 2d Groom. Agreed. You will sing my verses, atid I will play your music. Its a bargain. {They join hands ) From right enter Felicia, 1st. groom^ s sweethearts com- ing from market iviih basket full of vegetables, &c. Felicia. So you have made a bargain, haven't you? The way you put your hands together, and your looks tell me so. 1st. Groom,. Yes; a curious bargain, too. Felicia. What is it? 1st. Groom. We hava each agreed to personate the other when we play our lute, and sing to our beloved. Felicia. You won't be able to deceive me. Enter Catharina fro7n left, 2d groom's sweetheart, go- ing to Tuarkei . Felicia. What do you think ? these have both agreed to deceive us, to put on false faces, and disguise their voices, and pass each off for the other. Cath. Ha! na ! ha! I will put cotton iti my ears, and shut my eyes. Felicia. And I will get my father's fishing rod, hook and line, and catch the false face and pull it off. [All laugh. Cath. And I will let our big dog Cgesar out, and that will change his tune. "Oh, call him! Call him! It is I." [All laugh. 2d Groom. Boiling water relieves no hunger. Young hawks famish without meat. No vegetables, no olla podrida. 1st Grootn. If your basket held a thousand things, he'd give a proverb for every one. He strings proverbs as children do peach-stone kernels, or monks, avemarias. [Convent bell rings. Felicia (startled). That hurries me. Adios. [Exit. 2d Groom so the earth by waltzing hurries the sun. Adios. 1st Groom. Adios. Cath. And me, too. Adios. [Exit. Both grooms. Adios. 1st Groom. We meet to-night. 2d Groom,. To-night at moonrise. 1st Groom. Adios. 2d Groom. Adios. [Exeunt. (w) 16 BRANTLEY. Scene '6.— Spain— Garden of the Alhambrabymoon-light. Enter Mrs. Percy and Miss Ghadwell. Mrs. Percy. The skips of Spain do not improve your health. You do not smile and laugh enough. You seem A wonder to the Dons of gay Madrid. Your sparkling wit, your brilliancy have fled. Why fix your th®ughts on that p©or friendless youth, That fou-fou, Brantley? Come, be like yourself. On your r«turn display your mental wealth ; Put on your most bewitching charms. In dress, In grace, in wit, excel. Then princely hearts Will kneal in raeek devotion at your feet. Miss Chadivell. My own dear aunt, I'll try to do your bidding. Yon moon spreads over all her gauzy veil ; Each leaf, and flower drinks In the dewy air; The beamy stars disclose but half their lustre. In floral taste, in harmonizing tints And perfumes, shaping tesselated walks. And interlacing vines, and trees Of variant shades, and bearing fruits sweet-scented, Like tempting Eden, clusters hung just where The spray df fountains falls in gentle drops, And blends into the hush ©f silent night. The Moors had inspiration from the skies. Mrs. Percy. See, yonder oom<^ the fond and trusting twain. Whose close-bound hearts to each their thoughts reveal. Enter Miss Russell, and Miss Travers. Miss Chadivell. 'Tis sweet to see again this loveliness When day withdraws his heat, and glaring light. Look here. Miss Russell. ( Turns and points to a crown of growing flowers). Mrs. Percy. Will Miss Travers go Once more with me to see the Hall of Lions ? Miss Russell. Do not stay long. Oh, what a beaute- ous fancy ! A floral crown ! The roses intertwined Most graeefully, unsevered from their stems. The buds, and blooms, with cunning skill commingled. BRANTLEY. 17 I would transfer it to thy brow, Miss Chadwell, To antedate the' angelic coronation That surely waits for thee in yonder skies. Miss C. Your loving spirit breathes such sweet perfume You make me quite forget those blended odors That here delight the sense. But now a truce To flattery. Y«u know that gentleman, That millionaire, whose wealth is drawn from out The hills, the treasure vaults of Colorado ? Miss Russell. That gentle, quiet, unassuming soul, Who pours out riches of bright thoughts received From one of heaven's illumined messengers ? I know him well. The unseen world he ope'd To my enraptured eyes, and by his aid I saw of truth divine, the hidden glories, The heavenly light. Miss C. Who is that favored seer ? Miss Russell. His name is Brantley. Why so deeply blush? That tell-tale crimson, oh ! what does it mean ? Miss C. A favor grant. Acquaint me with your friend. Miss Russell. That will I do most gladly. Hark, Miss Chadwell ! [ Voice is heard singing. Miss C. And now thy rosy mantled cheek discovers Some hidden tale. This way the music comes ; The tones how s«ft and tender. Enter Conwell singing * 'Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me ; Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee." Con. Your pardon, ladies, I was forced to sing. The spirit of the place controlled me so. I sought, and gladly found you here. Miss Russell. [Miss R. presents Miss C.) Miss C. We all are charmed. The n ight is so inspiring The birds are loathe their tiny heads to nestle Beneath their wings. That hymn deep thrilled my heart, Recalling memories dear of church and home. Con. Your former pastor breathes Italian air; 18 BRANTLEY. Charles Brantley's now the seer. His feet are turned This way ere this. He'll soon be in Madrid. Miss Russell. {To Conwell.) You've told too much. [To Miss C.) You look confused, Miss Chad well. Just let me tell — but hush! here conies your aunt. Enter Mrs. Percy and Miss Travers. Mrs. P. My niece, 'tis growing late. Let us return. Good night. [3//'s. P. and Miss C. exeunt. Miss Travel's. Would you believe it, that sagacious aunt Drew me away to talk about you both. She questioned first as to your wealth and friends; And then as if to penetrate my soul She gazed, and said— "spoke he to you of Brantley?" I hardly murmured "yes" when here she hurried. Miss Russell. Poor girl ! to love, aud be beloved; to see Hope's headland come in sight, then clouds, and mists Hide all from view. Perhaps she'll leave Granada Before another dawn. Her aunt's resolved That Brantley's hand to hers shall ne'er be joined. Miss Travers. 'Tis strange. How came you on the scene just then? Of you she'll ask her niece, and she, so frank, So truthful, too, will not prevaricate. Con. Came they without attendants ? I will go — Miss Travers. And leave us here; that will be gal- lantry. Outside the garden walls their carriage stands. Tw© rival dons there, ow high mettled steeds That paw the earth impatiently, watch for them To see them in Granada safely housed. Con. May angels pure attend, and comfort her. These quick events almost distracted me, And drew my thoughts away from what surrounds us. The Moors, in their effulgent cloudless heaven, Enjoy the finer types, and essences Of all the floral kingdom. These reveal Not e'en a shadow of the vivid colors Of flowers supernal, nor give forth a breath Of soul entrancing sweetness such as theirs. Nor so dissolve in living melody. There in angelic mansions, floral wreaths BRANTLEY. 19 In rich profusion, pillars, chambers, halls, Encircle, brought and hung by unseen hands; The wreaths, with tints, and fragrance new enlivened, Th' angelic thoughts, and loves, and joys depicting, As they ascend from height to height of bliss. Miss Travers. The Scriptures call our God as now revealed, The Lily and the Rose. Con As symbols these Are beautiful, but faintest adumbrations. But when their source, and essences are known, 'Jlien clearly God through them will be revealed. As things celestial root themselves in men New floral types frorh heaven will then appear. And fill the world with paradisal sweetness. Miss Travers. The fauna, too, it seems, must feel the new (Creative ordering. Con. Yes. Inverted types Will wholly vanish. Lions round our fountains Will take their quiet rest, and peace will reign — But who approaches ? 'Tis Don Gomez. Enter Don Gomez. Don G. A glorious night for a knight-errant's proof In search of one he worships. Is it not, Miss Travers? Miss Travers. If Don Quixote like, he bends the knee of homage To objects of imaginary claims. And vows with ceremonious chivalry, He is a knight of questionable glory. Don G. Alas ! alas ! my ready wit has fled. Miss Travers. Then call for Sancho quick, he'll bring it back. Don G. In truth, Miss Travers — Miss Russell. Rescue ! pause a moment. Con. Things unforseen do sometimes rear and balk Engagements, though they be most solemn. I will presume to mediate, and say, Miss Travers in her lieart excuses you. Just now we talked of all this floral wealth ; And I was on the point of celebrating Our visit here with improvised song — 20 BRANTLEY. Don Oom. Oh yes ! give us the song — Miss B. and Miss T. The song ! the song ! Con. You'll join me in the chorus. {sings. Chorus— Oh angels come, oh angels come, Strew flowers around us here. 1 Home's sacred joys are seen in flowers, And thoughts that spring from love, That life that's filled with hallowed hours, And wisdom from above. The floral blooms, on spirit earths. The affgels' love display, And truths, in new unfolding births, That form the heaveuly day. Chorus. Chorus. 3 The floral life, in angel lands, The love of God reveals, And truth divine, which always stands, And joys forever yields. Chorus. {Eing Drop.) ACT III ScEKE 1. — Rome. Chamber of a Priest. Father Antonicelli reading, rites as Lord Fitz Hugh enters. Father A. Good day, my friend ! Sent you to Signor Brantley? And will he come? Fitz H. He comes to-day at five. Father A. {Looks at watch.) He then will soon be here. Fitz Hugh, we mortals To our own choice, and wisdom are not left. All things do operate, as God ordains For his dear children in this changeful world. The ordeals, through which I these weary months Have passed, are strange, mysterious, and terrible, And in my soul have pressed the solemn truth BRANTLEY. 21 80 deep, that Jesus is the Only God, And that his haman is Divine, in Him The fulness of the Godhead wholly dwells, That time, nor ypt eternity can e'er Efface it. On this central truth my thoughts Were fixed, and prayers went up for light, more light. An influx warm, and cold by turns set in ; The conscious subject of two moving powers My ioul became. My inner sight was opened To that degree, short glimpses of th' invisible Both dark, and light were seen. My agonies Were fearful, and at last, the Lord Himself To me was manifest. And now to me The Human is Divine. This must be true. (Servant announces Signor Brantley.) Father A. Bid him enter. [^/i^er Brantley. Father A. I'm glad ihat you have come. Through lord Fitz Hugh I learned that consciously in two degrees Of respiration you exist. That on Tnis plane the natural, you see, and feel As we do ; also o-i the spirit plane Are cognizant of things to us invisible, Of what occurs among the blessed angels. To me short glimpses of the eternal sphere?* Have been vouchsafed, as drawn aside, or closed The curtain parting seen, and unseen worlds, I would the purport of these visions learn. Bran. Jesus our Lord has chosen you a medium Through whioh to work his gracious will. In time you too will be a conscious dweller At once in this, and in the spirit world. Father A. Your views of God, of heaven, of earth, of men Detailed in full to me by lord Fitz Hugh, While new are most convincing, and uplifting. I love our planet now ; it is my mother ; This outer man is mother to the inner; Regenerate men the mother of our heavens. The pulses of new life into this world's Heart pressing, beat through me in music chimes. My Master now, I know, all things pervades, 22 BRANTLEY. Each stoue. each clod, each j^eed, eaeh tree, each flower, Each running stream, fish, bir*l. and clime, all ! all ! I see, I fefcl the rapture of this light. I've wept, and prayed, and suffered much, But this o'erjoys. and makes me rich indeed. Oh. Reme! I'll pray for thee. Henceforth I'll labor The folds of darkness hanging dense ar«und The Vatican to tear away. Helpme Ye angels I Through churches, monasteries, the light Swift winged shall go. Bran, and Fitz H. Amen J Amen ! Be light 'rnoug Afric's sunny heart-warm children. Oh shine on Asia's millions. Sun Divine ! Oh angels bright disper^^e the clouds, and bathe The world in glory. Bran. points.) See what moves this way. {Enter spirit of Protestant divine.) Spirit. The churches all are drifting, all are drifting. Dead is the heart ')f our theology. An angry Father slaying his only Sou To satsify his wratli, scarce credence finds. Tbey tess about decrees, foreordination, and all such As children' do soap-bubbles for their pastime. The press is now the teacher, not the pulpit. Alas! alas! oh! oh 1 .' oh.' oh— h— h! alas! [J^i7. {Enter spirit of priest holding a cross. ) Spirit. The spring floods rise The wintei's ice is broken. The church is drifting, drifting. Splendid rites No more avail. No more avails us now The ministerial lineage. Wheels! oh wheels Of progress stop! Where, oh where will you bear us? And must we change? The young, the old say "yes." Alas ! alas ! oh ! oh ! ! oh ! oh— h— h ! ala.s ! [Exit Two girls, dressed one in blue, the other in red, holding one a banner with the word ''Science,'^ the other a banner with the words "■Progress of the Age,'' appear holding by the h^ind a young lady dressed as a bride in white. Science. My glory is to sit beneath thv feet and learn. BRANTLEY. 2:3 Progress of the Age. To herald thy advancing march, Bride. To-day who will decide what is the truth? We need a revelation which displays The light without a .shadow of the false. Such now we have. Through it we causes see. Through it up to the triune heavens we go ; Through it we see the angels, and their lives behold. Their bosom joys, their past and future historie^^. And thence th' unfolding* of the lutiMite. [A chant h}j the three \ Anii he that sat upon the throne said "behold I make all things pew." [JSxeunt. Fitz H. .Strange sights, strange sounds, that truth will reign is sure. Bran. The Old now vanishes away. The New Speeds on its he-aven appointed glorieus course. [Church bell rings. Antonicelli. There sounds the solemn vesper bell. Its summons I must attend. Bran. That bell's sweet silvery tones Now thrills within the spirit harp, aud all My soul does burn to hear the vesper song. Fitz Hugh. And mine is kindled too. Antonir-eUi. Come, let's away. [Ejeunf. (w. ScEXB L'. Colorado. A /afreet in Denver. Enter Tim Rilev and Pat Symes. Tim i?. Pat. do you know Con well, who owns the rich mine. Mexican Cacique ? Sgmes. Yes. Tim, I remimber him. Tifn R. He is now in Sp:ain, but will soon return and settle at Mauitou where he will breathe the sweet air of the Garden of the Gods, and drink the uectar that bub- bles up from the hearts of the rocks. Symes. Good health to him, and a safe journey to his own. country, and may he bring a wife back with him. Do ye mind. Tim R. I think he will. Not a black eved Senorita. 24 BRANTLEY. but a true American lady. Ah, Pat, wheu a mau has the whole world to choose from, he'll take a womaD boru under the star spangled banner every time. Si/mes. That's so, Tim. I mane to do that myself. Do ye mind. Tim R. Good day, Pat, and may you be married within the year. lExit. Si/mes. I say amiu to that, for do ye mind, I need some one to take care of me. Enter stranger from the East. Stranger. Fine day, sir. I'm picking up information about mining and other things. Can you tell me what a flume is? Symes. Is it a flume you want to know ? A flume is this. Boards and beams all standing up just like the Giant's Causeway, with water pouring through it just like the fallen angels running from Gabriel's trumpet, and tearing the earth up and carrying along big bowl- ders like a bushel of peas swept down a mill stream. That's a flume. Do ye mind. Stranger. Will a flume wasli down the Black Hills? Symes Is it the Black Hills? Do ye mind. BlacK is the color of disappintment and death. Do ye mane the hills where the naygurs live? The flume will carry them off like so many jumping-jacks ! Stranger. Ha! ha! ha! The Black Hills 1 mean are the hills where the miners wash out free gold. Symes. Just so. I have ye there, do ye mind. The hills in Californy are red like Cleopatra's hair. The flume runs them offjust like hot water all foaming from a brewery. And the Black Hills will run down like Jim Jones' lamp black all floating on the water. Do ye mind. Stranger. But you will lose the gold. Symes. Lose the gold ! l»se the gold ! Why, do ye mind, we catch that in the riggular way. Stranger. How is that ? Symes. How's that? Why we introduce the quick- silver, and that draws the gold like the North Pole the needle, or like Mike Flynn's crooked whisky draws the min afflicted with the epizooty. Do ye mind. Stranger. Ha! ha! ha! I see sir. I presume you're a miner. BRANTLEY. 25 Symes. Do ye mind. That's the trade of Emperors and Kings, and I'm a fellow craft. Stranger. You have noble company. Have you any silver mines ? Sumes. Is it silver mines? Have I any silver mines? I have as many silver mines as would take a crow a month of weeks to fly over, as much silver as would make Astors and Rothschilds of a million people. Do ye mind. And all my children will have silver spoons in their mouths. Do ye mind. Stranger. Ha! ha! ha! Success to you, sir. Sijmes. As sure as the American eagle keeps his wings spread out, there comes the church collector. For doye'mind, I haven't a cint to my name. There are holes in my pocket. I must be gone. Hold ! he has turned the corner. That relieves me. Do ye mind. Enter 'Lige, the Denver prophet, ringing bell, with strip of mustin on back and on breast, ivith the words "^Denver Stock Board, Twelve Jlf." ''Lige. Xow's de time to toss over de greenbacks and de silver dollars and de gold eagles. De stock shares be active as iiorse tails in fly time. Dey gwine up like a sky rocket. Now's de time. Procrastination is de tief of big foriu'ies. Let out de main sail, shake out de top gallant, run up de jib. De breezes in stocks blow stiff to-day. Now'sdetime. East Roe, Cash, Hercules, Victoria, and all de Pacific stocks. Stranger. What is that Stock Board? ^ Lige. Stock is de cattle. Stock board is de board for de cattle to go up on to de cars and to go down from de cars. De cars carry de stock. Dey go up bulls and come down b'ars. Stranger. Ha! ha! ha I Great people out here. Facts are given with wonderful clearness and precision. [J Lige exit ringing, etc. Stranger. Perhaps you can tell me. Synies. The stock board is the place where fortunes are made by rise in real estate, so it is. Do ye mind. You buy a share of mining ground, and all the gold under it, as yellow as the yelk of an eg^, and rich as the ceiling of Solomon's temple. As soon as the gold come? 4 26 BRANTLEY. out your fortune's made. That's legitimate real estate business. Do ye mind. Stranger. JoUiiii; asiing. Sonietlnng ails Senor. How excited he looks. I can see bird's eggs when the nest is in the grass. When the cream is on the cat's whiskers, I guess she has visited the milk pan. When the bird flutters without power to fly, I guess a charmer is near. All things have their signs. Senor's face is flushed, his BRANTLEY. 31 blood leaps wildly, like that of a man in a fever. Sure sign that the poison of cupid's arrow rankles. Didn't I watch him as he walked and talked with that beautiful lady ? I felt sure he was falling in love. What's this ? A letter to Mr. J. Con well. Why that's Alfonso's Sefi >r. I must read this. (Reads.) I wonder if Alfonso brought this from Senor Conwell ? Why didn't he come into the servant's hall to see me? I must scold him for this. {'Hears footsteps, puts doivn letter. Enter Carlos.) Come, Carlos, help me. Will Seiior be gone long? Carlos. No, he returns soon. Can you keep a secret, .Joanna? Joanna. Can the ocean hold fish ? I'm no cackling hen. Anything about Alfonso ? Carlos. No. It's a big secret. Joanna. Well, what is it ? Carlos. Antoiiia. Mrs, Percy's page, got a purse of gold to say "not at home" to Miss Ru.ssell and Miss T ravers. Joanna. Wlio gave it to him? Carlos. I doi»'t know, but I can guess. Joanna. So can I guess. I must run. [^:ci^ Joanna. (w) Bell rings. Uxit CahIaOS. Scene 2. Street in Madrid. House with open window. Enter two Servants. 1st Serv. I am miserable. My poor heart weighs me down. 2d Serv. Are you importing a lead cargo? 1st Serv. I have lost my hgart. 2d Serv. Lost all your ballast and weighed down ? 1st Serv. Yes, weighed down, gravitated down like a collapsed balloon. 2d Serv. Ha! ha! ha! Cupid's lance didn't draw much blood till now. 1st Serv. You say the truth. My pulse will hardly beat 30 to the minute. The fact is, my heart is water- logged. If things don't change I'll be foundered. 2d Serv. You are in a pitiable plight. Who is the fair Dulcinea? 32 BRANTLEY. \st Serv. Joanna. 2,d Serv. Joanna! Why that's Alfonso's sweetheart. « Enter from r. scissors grinder. Enter from l. glazier. S'cis. O. Scissors to griiul ? Olaz. Glass to pvit in ? \st Serv. to Scis. G. I am in luck. You ai*e the very man I want. Call at Mrs Percy's at 2 o'clock. Scis. G. I'll be even with the shadow.on the sun dial. {Exit 1st Servant. 2d Serv. to Glazier. You are come in sight just in time. Call at Don Sebastiano's at 2 o'clock. Glaz. I'll be as punctual as the sun that moves the shadow. [E.rit 2d Servant. Scissors grinder and glazier put down their packs. Glaz. Do you want a pair of glass eyes? Scis. G. Lay your tongue on my grindstone and I'll give it a new edge. Glaz. Did you ever sharpen a wasp's sting? On your grindstone, I think, my tongue will soon cease to be a Damascus blade. Scis. G. Without me, where would be the swords that smite down the king's enemies? Glaz. Without me, tlie palaces of kings and queens would be dark aud cheerless. ( Woman appears at window. ) Scis G. Scissors to grind ? Glaz. Glass to put in ? Woman. Can you sharpen the shears of fate? And can you make the wheel of fortune transparent with glass? Scis. G. I'll try my skill. Glaz. And I'll try min^. Woman. Then shoulder your packs and call on Madame Destiny, Scissors to grind ? Glass to put in ? The}^ Khoulder their packs and stand under the window and bawl out^ Madame Destiny, ^cissors to grind? • Madame Destiny, glass to put in. Woman. Away, you varlets ! Scis. G. Madame Destiny, scissors to grind ? Woman Away, I say ; be gone ! Glaz. Madame Destiny, glass to put in? BRANTLF.Y. 33 Woman. 8i()[) that hawling iiinler my windinv ! Set's. G. ISIatlanie DewtlHy, sci«ROi-y to grind ? Glaz. ^^adame Destiny, glass to put in ? Woman. Go away ! what will people say 2 .sfe/s. G. Madaine Destiny, sciT-sors to giisid ? Glaz. Madan-.e D^ stiuy, glass to put in? Woman. {Screamn.) Help I go away, I tell you ! .}fan appears ai windoiv.) iCroivd f/ofhcm. biugh^.. Woman. There shey are, the horrid thiuLi^s. Si'is. G. Madame Destiny, scissors to urind? Glaz. Madanie Destiny, glass to put in ? [J/an rushes our. of door, Man. He gone, you scctunduds! Scis. G. Madani'- De-^tiny, seissois to grind? Glaz. Madame Destiny, glass to put in ? {Enter poliee, catdies iro.te man.) Police. What is all this uproar about? Man. These fellows are insuiting my wife. [Crowd ktiif/h. Scis G. Madame Destiny, sci&sors to grind? Glaz. Madame Destiny, gla-s to put in ? Woman rushes out and falls on neck of her husband.) V/oman. Do-r't take him. D'Ui't take him. Scis. G. Madame Destiny, scissors to gnnd ? Glaz. Mad i me Destiny, glass to put in ? Police. Come alouii al! of you ; come Madame. Scis. G Madame Destiny, scissers to grind ? Glaz. ]N[adame Destiny, glass to put in ? Police. Be silent there. [Crowd laughs. \v) [Exeunt all. Scene 3. Garden and fountain near San Pedro Church, Gi2JSi/ camp. Enter Don Gomez and Mrs. Percy. Mrs. Percy. The gipsies love to camp in swc^er romantic Retired spots, where many flowers and fountains Will cast a charm about their tented life. Don Gom. Senora Percy, this is Maud, our gipsy queen. She knows my family and predicts its fortunes. Please try her skill. 34 BRANTLEY. Maud. { Takes her left hand. ) You have longevity outpictured here ; Vast wealth ; your slitter died some time ago ; Her daughter is your chief and only care. She loves a good fjure minded man, a priest. This used to grieve you uiuch. The hour (h'aws neai' When grief will cease. I see a eljaiige in you ; An unexpected meeting far away ; Your niece's destiny will tlien be shaped. Don Gom. Now, Maud, try mine. Maud. A fcjir and gentle hund Is to be joined to yours iu holy wedlock. A land and water journey is before you ; (ireat hills all seani'^d with gold and silver f)res You'll see, A happy future yours, Don Gomez. Don Oora. Thanks Maud [Gives her gold.) Adios. lExeiint Don G. and Mrs. P. (Maud gives a low whistle ; tivo hoys appear. ) Maud. Silverio, go see if Si-bastiaiio's coming. Joa- chimo, see when Don Gom»-z i>!js?es out of sight. Hurry hack both of y<'u {Exeunt l)o>/.s ) I must tell the truth and not the truth to please S(4)a«tian >. I will not tell him all I see. I want his well fille I purse, and will so speak. [Enter SUiVERio. Silv. I see the horses of Don Sebastiano conjjng fast. [Enter Jo a cm mo. Joa Don Goni'-z hus passed out of sight. Maud. My darlings, n^w retire. I see them coming. Enter Dox 8ebastiano and MiSR Chadwell. Don Seb. Tlie race of gipsies dates far hack ; they boast Descent from Ishmael and are Bedouins Tn nature. Old astrology is claimed By them as all their people's heritage, And palmistry which they with pride derive From patriarchal days. The hook of Job Tells its antiquity. This is the queen. Your name please deign to give. Maud My name is Maud. Don Seb. This lady fair ami I would try your skill. Maud, {takes Miss Chadwell's left hand.) BRANTLEY. 35 Your stars are hai)py iii liieir variouis anpeots ; Also the lines of destiny herein Displaj^ed (xreat riches y<«u possess. A cross In love is manifest. A priest appears Wijo reads the stars and searches into things Of hidden nature. Spirits he beholds And angels, and reveals tlie future age. His star looks east. In Rome he stays at present ; Your signs diverge. A nother comes in view ; He draws your sign to his. He is a noble Of great possessions, learned, wise, and generous. His love is strong. To you he opens place And power ; f see a crown advancing too ; This is the way to highest fortune. Choose This road ; so say tlie star-^. Maud. Now hfdd your hand. The nation seeks your hand to guide her fates. Tliis lady's si^n and yours have come together. If they remain it shows a speedy marriage. Great joy, great riclies, and thick clustering honors. Bon Seb. { Gives purse to M a ud. ) Thanks and adios, Maud. Nf>w for the ruins lExeimt Don 8eb and MiS8 C. Maud. This purse will make us merry, merry gipsies. [Maud retires out of sight. (w) Scene 4. A street in Madrid. Et^ter GoNWEiiL and Don Gomez. Con. Til*! fa'e foretelling art is s^niGtimes useful. You look atinoyed, to-day ; perhaps recourse To gipse3' Maud will help you — Don Gora. Solve the riddle. Con. What riddle? that Sebastiano? Z)#n Goni. Yes. I visit and consult with him. He seems To yield consent to all my plans and yet — Con. Takes c tre to follow that which suits him best. Don Gom. Just so. You read him well. He wants to serve Himself, not Brantley. What s© keeps our friend ? His stay makes me Sebastiano'e dupe Appear. 86 BRANTLEY. Con. Dop. Gomez, 1 d*) uo^-ip WMv; But set to-day I lent reiiietant eiw T:» what my valet felt constrained to tell. My valet's tattliiij: lover who hears mueii Aii'i sees mor--' at Sebastiano's mansion. Relates thai she, a letter from ray friend Charles Brantley, saw upois the jiatlor tiible To my address. And also that tlie page Antonio had gold received to say To lady friends of oui*s, "' Seiiora Percy Is not at home." Don Gom. If this W true, lie i< A very monster. Tiiis i:e\vs sets my Mood On fire. Con. Restrain yourself, my friend. Vou jisked Why Brantley was delayed? Perhai s his letters Have intercepted been. Don Gom. I -ec it > <>\\ . Sebastiano thought our wrath lo kindle Against the aunt and niece, and l'r<-ak beyond Repair the sacred vase that held our frivnd-hip. Just what he wanfs. He thus can hunt with horse And hounds the forest through aiul no one s i y Him nay. Con. The game lie plays is bold and earnest. That move was fai^e It turns the game against him. To mutch his skill, two wills now bend their thoughts. Intrigue 1 do not like. But this is f(!r My friend ; it is for her he loves : it is Foul wrong to check and smother villainy. You know Antonicelli ? Don Gom. Yes, quite weli. Con. He's one of Brantley's warmest friends. Don Gom. A strong Ally within the citadel. Con. Acquaint Him with the situation anu his help Secure. Don Gom, I will, tins very hou; . Con. Meetmt- At noon. Be co»! and cautious L^tuni. BRANTLEY. :;: HCENi: •'). Madrid. Rooin hi ^li{>. V\'A\cv'<, house. Enter Mrs. Phhcy. Mrs. Percij. Anton iceili, lioiy pious fatiuM-, By wliotn the (iay spring siivamini^ fr^Mn tli!- >kics Di!^pe!s the miss am! shadows of my soul, 'I'liy words iiave oiiang!': Antonio admittance to deny To both our dear most prized lady friends Was bribed. Mrs. Percy, This (piite amazes me. Miss ChadweU, A letter To t'onwell sent from Rome has been purloined. ' And now, dear aunt, just hold your breath awhile ; Charlei) Brantley Rome has left e're now to cross The l>road Atlantic. Mrs. Percy. Now I se« it all. Who would believe that one so noble could Thus stoup so low. Charles Brantley goes— we follow. Another morn shall see us on our way To Paris. 1 must haste to give my orders. \^Exit. Miss Chadivell. It »eem8 unkind in me, against Sebastiano To turn my aunt, t«> change her good opinion And nip the tender blooming buds of frieadship. But all duplicity I hate. His f>urpf)se Guaged by the world, is highly flattering. But though crowned heads should seek my hand and stoop To meanness, I would scorn their thrones and sceptres. The soul that wills to lose all hopes, all joys ; That wills to pass a life of weariness And pain, a desolated heart to bear In uncomplaining meekness, rather than Resort to stratagem, or plant a crown l^ANTI.EY. ;.) Of tiioriis upon another's brow, that ^^oul I honor, although artisan or peasant, Thonuh walking »u earth'.s l(i west social round. I>ut I niu-t go and hurry preparations. [K.cit. (w) >-»CENE 0, Madrid. P/ain room, in SKBAATiAyiii^x pnCave. Enter Sebastiano. DonSeb. J^ey^'ud my gra^p 1!j(- prize is gone, 1 (ear. What sudden impulse hurried them away? Oh that I were a monarch absolute ! Their course I would arrest witliin the hour, Yq%, down in dungeon dee]! tiiat wily aunt I'dthrus!. Oh! hf)W reproachfully she looks ! Right here she stands and seems to read my thoughts. Bright angel, stay! oh stay! yes stay! Miss Cltadwell ! The vision's gone. Who can expl.in this mysterv ? Oh ! oh! this }>ain ! this agony! my heart! My heart be still ! Why did I love lier so? [Enter- Carlos.) DonSeb. What's that? Carlos. A letter, Seilor. DonSeb. Hand it herr. ( Reads. ) [Exit C a h u )s. '•To Don Sebastian o." ft is from her ; 1 almost tear to read Its contents, ( Opens and reads.) I write this at the sea coast. My aunt desires me to ! hank you tor all your kind attentions, t)ut frankly adds that she liopes you never wili resot to dishonorable means to attain an honorable purpose, and. beg me to say for her, adios, and may heaven change your heart and bless your life. And 1, loo, say adios Mary Chadwkli.. [Crashing the letter in his hand.) Sebasti aio's baffled, yes baffled. All vain My hopes to win her now. That gip^y Maud Foretold— th it's nonsense— of our signs foretold, If they togvther stood, our marriage then Swon would ensue. She then this parting saw. Just now it looks that Brantley yet will meet her. 40 BRANTLEY. Sebastian o'h; baffleil, yes bafRed. Madrid Will hum with rumors now. "Bhe's jilted hinj'" Wiil run fiom mouth to mouth. Consigned to lianus (Burns (he letter at a candle.) This letter perislies. Now, then, I'M be Myself agai.i. Oh, Senorita Ch ;dweli ! Oh, Maria! Maria! Enfer Antonickli.i. AntoniccHi, you are come too iaie. The ship th.at carries them has sailed e're this ) sent to taiU with you about my future, iJright spangled o'er with beaming- hopes, just like A studded slvv without a cloud at midnight. Tile virion's fled, Aiitonicelli ; ii()W A bhvnk, a painful void remains. C'»nie out With me and let us talk together ; 1 Am gla.«>iiietiiiie.- sleseetMling qiiiirk in pure white sheets Of foaming airiness, or fluttering Into lare-woven curtain draperies. In nioniory's sunniest halls will always gleam. [ must find Koogland, grt-.et arjd bid adieu In the same breath. [Exit. ScENK s. — Sf&ck/ujb/i. PaHoi' in Koogland's house. Enter Koogland. Koog. I i»)ve my native land, her skies her hills And lakes, those lakes so clear, sharp pointed rocks Far down beneath appear to rise and touch Fhe gliding boat, her fame, her wisdom, c«)urage. l^^)rget thee, Xo, my country, nol Around Thee, Stockholm too, cling the tendrils of my soul ; i'hou Noi-r leru Venice, now in ice and snow Enshrouilfd, now Im verdure, music, beauty Anew revealed with magic suddenness ; riiy palace crowned social terraced homes, The flashing Mcelar's thousand isles beholding ; All this I leave through potency of love By secret hope impelled to see what fate Awaits a second effort. » Enter Servant.— -Servant gioes card. — Koogland reads. Rev, Charles Brantley. Our welcome give. \^Exit servant. This is a vast surprise. I'll haste to greet him. Enter Brantley. A'oo,^. Brantley, welcome ! welcome! rhis meeting quite surxmsses my conception. Bran. Some seek the birth place ©f the English bard And some the tomb-stone of the Roman poet, But I the land of the great Sage, the pride < )f Sweden. A'bo^. So he's not unknown to you? Bran. He's so well known to me, that all the world 42 BRANTLEY. His heavenly revelations soon may learn, Is now my constant prayer. Koog. .Stay you s<»im- tiiui,* In Stock holm? Bran. No, friend Koogland, iiasU' now c-AU lue To Hamburg first and theuee America Koog. Within this very hour I bid fare well To home and couL-try on my route to Hamburg. Bran. Give me your hand. WeMi meet at ij«»on Koog. But stay ! My father will rejoice to see you. Bran. No. Time forbids. Adieu. {Exit BranfJey. Enirr KooGi.A .n'd's Eafher K. Father, i'his form onee uprigbt ehilling age sore pr(;.\sses With his increasing weiglit. \\y son, my Ohaiies, You will not go and leave your dear old failier? Koog. Dear father, here my days are all misspent : My life is purposeless; I need the change- , My poor sad lieart is fai across the sea, Dear father. A". Father. .My dear sun, paniioi LhaL wound Be healed ? Koog. No, no, it's vain to ny. I'll s(»<^n He turn— Enter Sekvant. Serv. The sleigh's prepared and waiting .stands. [ Exit servant. KooGiiAXi) and Father embrace. My son! what will your dear old father do While you are gone? Oh, Charles! my .sou ! my sou ! Farewell! farewell! {Ring Slow Drop. ) BRANTLEY. 43 A C T V. x^KxNK I. — Louisiana. — Negro cabin at Mrs. Percy's ftome.- Xegroes, raen and women. — Old Jo and gran- }iy and young Jo. — Table set out for a feast. Old Gran. Ole miosis and young missis look so well. [ Young Jo jumps round and shouts. Youiiif Jo. Oh I I'se so gl^d I Missis come home, [Sings. Hear de kullered angels holler ; "Is ye^ii ready for de skips?" Wenv de kiill«red angels holler ; "Wake updarkieg, wif< deprive." CHORUS. SiHging, dauciiig, singing, dancing, 8ing and dance, oh sing and dance. Old Gran. Slop chile ! stop ! you won't lef ole folkes talk. [Boy sings. Hear de kullerd angels holler ; "Open wide de heabeiily gate ;" Hear de kullered angels holler ; "Walk in darkies, 'fore's too late." CHORUS. Singing &c. Old Jo. What ails de boy? He be crazy. [Boy shouts. Hear de kullerd angels holler ; Old Jo. Yes boy, yes boy, we hear 'em. Play de hanjo dare. [All sing. Tune, Angel Boatman. 1. Waken in de midnight lonely, All we darkies thought we feel, Dat de white folks gone, and only • Shaddurs true de cabin steal. CHORUS. 44 BKANTLEV. Oh de«e hearts day trob and quil>f)'^^r Wid de dulcet tones of peace ; Glory for de blessed gibber, Now and uebber, nebbei cease 'Z. Each retLirnin' iiiglu de shaddui-s, Like some spectres, peered to rise. And we darkies feered day hah u:*, ^Fore we'd see our mis«is eyes. [Chorf/s. 3. We be happy, liap])y people, Cause de while foikes liab come hooie : And we'll holler from de steeple, Day's from liome no more to roam. \ C/iono glad. Dat lioy gohf distracted wid joy, cause Missis conu» home. Co w;i> chile ! Stop dat noise ! MUh C. Jo : Jo ! Jo ! Young Jo. Yes, Missis. Miss C. Jo, call Jim, l)e quick, [Exit Young ./o. Mrs. Percy. I hope j'ou will all have a good time. Jo will bring some fruit. Old Jo cO Gran. Thank you Missis. [Exeunt Mr.i. P. and Mls.i C. Old Jo. Come, sit down granny, come sit down all. {Old Jo says f/racc.) May de blessins of hebben rain down on ole missis and young mi.ssis; may de skies of der life shine like de mornin's sun; and all de corn- cribs break wid de corn ; and de tables tremble wid de fowles of de air and beasts of de field, for ebber and eb- ber. Amen. Enter Jo and Jim with fruit.— Young Jo xings as flie>/ enter. "Hear de kullered angels lioUei-, &c.'' BRANTLEY. 4-'» <)ld Gran. I'se hab t« eiitii;ks fast in the liard rocks to this reads ; And up the mountain's side, up to the verge Of snow perpetual do bud and bloom The glowing flowers ; there bees in hiving sweets* Do ply their busy toil ; and humming birds That poise above each opening bud, their wings^ Almost invisible ; the ptarmigan 48 BRANTLEY. With arclic plum-age, and gray feasluTod y;rouse, The coney in his rocky home, the deer, ri>e antelope, the mountain sheep and lion, A living museum. The day we passed In gathering flowers and lichens, dishing, reading Or followed what the changing fancy prompted. At ni!i[lit, within our tent, we hoard the distant Snow-sliile, or dismal cayote howl. Sometimes Near by the Indians pitched their tents, hut gave No whoop, nor sound of terror. I must stop. Words fail to tell its beauties or its pleasures. Mls.s C. That park you Estes call. How unroniantic 1 To Colorado I must surelj^ y:o [ BcU rrnf/s. This very year. Come, see our century plant ; I hear the signal bell. [Erninf. Enter Mrs. Fhkcn-. Where have tlwy gone'.' How true those bible words, "that many to And fro shall go and knowledge he increased." This era is the co-mopolitan, The time for demolition of all barriers. That stand between true hearts like prison walls. All nations yet will be like angel sisters. And all earth's families triune be, as are The heavens. Now into human uni»s men Disintegrate, to fuse again in new And las'ing combinations. Flags tri colored, White, red and blue, o'er all the race shall float, Truth representing in its three degrees ; And then equality, fraternity And liberty will sway the world. Enter Miss C. and Miss F. Miss C. Aunt Percy You are a French Communist. Mrs. P. No, my niece— Miss F. The Century plant is quite magnificent. Its flower superb. Mrs. P. Through our magnolia groves We drive to-morrow. When out West we go HRANTLKY. 4i> And visit sunny, balmy Colorado— 3/m C. Plains you may find a garden, forests whore No tree, nor shrub appeared, and sniiiiny: homes Whei'e heretofore a desert, P^or you know What you so often say, "There's r.otliing now So strans^e as not to happen, nor so good rhat it cannot be true, nor yet so high That it cannot be reached." Eater BlsJiop Oberheim, Jlp. Ob. What rare Utopia liokls your thoughts to- day ? Mrs. P. One that the dignities to-da^^ (conceive not. Bp. Ob. Is it a beauteous dream, some fairy vision? Mi-H. P. We all rejoiee in new found liberty. Unrestrained air, and unimprisoned light Less free than we in all their movenmnts are, No longer bound by creedal chains and fetters Those leaden weights, that dead souls sink, no more To rise. Bp. Ob. Tills is not liberty, but license You, like uncaged birds, will fly from tree To tree, till lost, and cold, and weak, away From home and imurishment, you'll die. Miss C. Say rathe- We'll find a new bright home, where sweet affection To all our wants will minister, and pour down Upon us heaven's own sunshine, and so knit Our hearts to it, that never more we'll wander. Mrs. P. 8ay not we'll find ; w« have already found That home. Miss C. And from this home, love buoyed, its neck Unfreighted by dull rolls of faith, each soul Will mount and wing its joyful way, and meet A welcome in its Father's house of rest. Bp. Ob. Have you forsaken Mother Church ? Mrs. P. No, Bishop, We only left our step-mother. Bp Ob. You pierce My heart, dear ladies, you pierce my heart. I little thought, that when I waved adieu And bid God-speed to all yeur journeyings .5(» BRANTLEY. Ill distant lauds, that siicli a cliant^o I'd witness. I'll weep, dear ladies, and I'll pray for you— Mm. P. Do yo« remember what led me to etoss The treacherous sea ? B2:>. Of). {Points to Miss Cliadwell.) To hriu-i the col- or to this cheek fmce faded, Hut now so blooming, and your family To save from a debas — unpleasant union , Mrs. P. It's through your counsels that in . Mrs L\ Well Jo, did the Bishop sf»nd you here? Old Jo. No missis, not quite dat. I'se called to see you 'bout 'portant matter 'tween m« and granny. Mrs. P. \ow havenT quarrelled, Jo? Old Jo. No missis, not quite dat. She asked me 'fore all de cabin to 'low her to vote. {All ladies laiu/h. ) Miss. C. I suppose 3-ou said yes, of course, Jo? Old Jo. No, missis. I felt it too 'portant and thought I'd see missis fust and ask her 'pinion. In de fust place, whar will be ole Jo if granny voU-s? Jo will be no whar. lu de stfcon place, granny will tink nnthin of ole Jo den. In de lass place, de young folks will 'garJ me nuthin'. I'nis lamentable 'bout it missis. Now, gran- ny 'spects me to say yes. I promus her de half of my kingdom, missis {LadiesJ.augh) , and she holds me to de j)romus. Now, just come and tell her. It will nparc my manhood some— let down my feelin's gentle, like de water in de canal when day open de locks for de baat to j>ass true. Come missis, come all. [All laughinc/, foUoir .To. Exeunt. BRANTLEY. ol 8<'Ene4. — Wood scene. Enter Old Jo ivlth ivheelharrow and hoe. Its uiicomnioii warm in de fields. But I iiuist lioe de sweet potato*? crap. 1 'spect ile uight tieves; will grab- ble dem up 'fore day ripe. Howsomebber, I'll try one iuore era}). De white f()lk> talk 'bout gwine 'way agin. 'rrabl)el, trabbel all de tiine- Enter Vonng Jo slinjing. "Hear de kuHen-d atigels holler;" ()ldJo. Dat brtv will sing spite of himself. Spa e de rod and spoil de chile. Guesii I'll hab to spoil him den. Young Jo. Old Jo, whnr's you gwine? Old Jo. Boy, be more 'spectful ; call me grand fath- er or unele .lo ; that comes from 'lowing granny to vole. Young Jo. Whar's you gwine with dis wheelbarrow? Let me ride, old Jo. {Jumi-ys in barrow. ) Old Jo. Yes, chile. Spare de rod. Young Jo. Slug and (hinee, sing and dance, whoop! \vhoop ! ( Old Jo ivheGls off.) Scene 5. — Mra. Percy's house and grounds. Enter Old Jo. Old Jo. What ails de folks, day liardly settled down (ore day go agin, like de wild ducks, day come down to eat and talk a little, den spread der wings and fl^^ away. What comes dar? Old Gran. Don't you know me, Jo? Old J. How couM I tell till you peered from 'hind de hush? Old G. Missis is going certain. Old J. Day are crowds of people to de party in dare. Old G. Dat Swede man been so 'tentive to Miss Flor- ence is dare. Do you 'spose he'll trabbel arter her ? Old Jo. I 'spects lie will, granny. He keeps wid her all de time. He rides wid her, goes to church wid iier, he's ebber dar. OldG. She 'longs to Culuradur. Whar's dat, Jo? Old Jo. Its off' dat wav whar de sun sets. r)2 BRANTLEY. Old G. How came you here, Jo ? Old Jo. How came 3'oii here, granny ? Old G. 1 went out to sliake way de lonesome feeiin'* creepin- over me. Old Jo. And [ went out to be alone ainl let de t<'ai drops fall. It's too bad, granny, to« bad, dat day g** way so. Enter Young Jo Singing. "Hear de kullered angels holler.'' Young Jo. Dar's a big party to-night, hurrah! Old G. Dar's dat chile, I deelar. Wipe away de tear:*, Jo. Look interestln' like. Young Jo. Hurrah! white folks go way to morrow Hing and dance, &c. {^Exif.^ [ J/w-sic strikes up.'\ Old G. De music's done struck up. I must 1:0 'tend to de supper, [Exit. Old Jo. And I must go for de l»ouquet for de supper table. lExif. Enter from /lOuse, Koogland and 3//.s'.«5 Ff.oKKNCK. Koog. That house has sorely hauntt.'d me, Miss Flf)r- ence, Though faraway beneath my native skies; For there I offered love and was refused. Mi88 F. To love Miss Chad well dignities the lover. Kefusal casts no shadow of dishonor When honest love's so worthily bestowed. Koog. Bri.uht hope within my heart this utterance kindles It smooths the way for launching love again. Miss Florence do not deem it strange that I Should love a second time For a long while Thisseenaed almost impossible. But now it's true. Miss F. A second venture will, no doubt, prove more Successful. Koog. You can fully make it so. Miss Florence you I love. Start not. Believe My declaration ; do not doubt. Oh, do Not do\ibt. I love, yes truly love. Accept This hand once honored as you just now .said By its refusal, and accept it glowing With all— HR ANT LEY. V; Miss F. This is most sudden, give me time To w-eij^'h my thouglits, to balance my deeisleti. Koog. Ah, do not put me off. The star oneo set Let here ari«e with newly added lustre. Miss F. Yes, then. Koog. Tliat word it fills my soul with joy, \ Kisses her hand.) [Enter old Jo with bouquet.) Now let us go ere absence draws attention. {^Exeunt. Old Jo. Well, r declar, dat's just de way I proposed to granny, 'eei>t I l. (\tn. What success atteiuled you V lir((nt. Mhii huiij;cr for the truth. The creedal husks No I'Higer satisfy. Commuinugs with The skies they (srave. They seek tlie joys of jmueis ; Into the future with longing- eyes they peer To see the golden day, wheu art aud science In archetypal forms will l)les8 humanity, The drama, mu!?ic, poesy, and ail The arts, inversions will repudiate And live from their divine originals ; And grand a-t temples rise to cheer and bless The race, an d heautify the life of men. Within each temple holy men and women \\\ sacred rites ordained, shall keep the fane Of art inviolate ; but far above The rest will stand the drama's votaries. Kroit) heaven's radiant stage, with starry luoi lights, Upon their raptured eyes will flash the dramas Which angels witness, and the j^ttage become Thus glorified, the secular true church. Con. The science of to-day is quit« at fault Ignoring spirit forces and interior laws. Bran. In reverence let us draw the vail w liicb bides The world of primal causes, and ascend To where the archangelic eye beholds Tlie secret forces, that control etlects fn realms of matter. Par above the heavens In light ineffable, shiiues forth the Lord The only wise, eternal. Round this centre The trinal heavens stand in differing splendors. Tlirough these to all his planetary orbs Descends the loving universal Father. As soul the body fills thus He tills all. No secret force but finds its so»irce in Him. BHANTLKY. Ao !''!()ni fire.s of tnitli divine evolves all inattei', Do eiiiuuate ail worlds. All orbs through .«ipaee "Crystals of thought, cougiobing to the view" I'^rom mind eternal issue. Thought 's not lost. There's noui^jit fe^soapes His consciousness divine. True sight proceeds tVoni inmost to the outward. Fvi'in first to ultimates, and thus perceives The order of unfoldments through creation. In you and nie the interior sight is opened ; And now we »y mining steals over me again. I feel like running away and trying my luck once more. Tbe foolishest thing that ever E did. was to undertake to carry this tent, and put it up for the ladies. If I was in San Juan the day with my pick and shovel 1 might have discovered a rich mine, and not be as hard on me as this. Do ye mind. But I see them coining. I must trudge on to the camping ground. [Exit Sjjmr<. Eater Mrs. Percy, 3/wx Ch.vdwkli. and J//w Ki.ou- KNCK. Mrs. P. At this great height the dim horizon widens To such vast limits, that a human eye Cannot discern the objets on its rim. The road is tortuous loo, like paths in lif*. To UeigJits of truth and purity we rise By spiral rugged paths, and frwm each height Thus strangely gained the virion stretches far. And helps us know the scope of angel'.s eyes. All things on earth are so suggestive now, Since darkness Hed, nnd o'er my soul now 8hii»e The truths from heaven to cho.sen seer.s revealed. Miss C. The joy that fills our hearts, dearaunt, words fail To tell. Naught can again our faitU becloud As mists do sometimes lowly vales enclose, And hide our Sun, our loving Father From inmost consciousness. Miss F'lorence. you BRANTLEY. 57 Have felt this holy bliss, foretold to you In visioHs of the night by guardian angels. Miss F. This very ring with its rich sparkling gem In duplicate, was brought to me and placed Right on this finger here, not once, but twice. A spiritual marriage this foretokened. The sign is now reality. My heart Rejoices in the change. All things now speak Of holiness, of heaven, and God. The spirit laws That rule us, and control the realms of nature Unbosom now their long concealed secrets. The flowers, the birds, the trees, the stars run o'er With heaven's melodious music, and predict The glory of the angel's home. Mrs. P. I hear The sound of voices. Tourists, I suppose, By their approach. Where are our tardy escorts? They should ere this be here with our repast. Miss F. I see them coming with slow steps behind Their burdened beasts, just round the nearest curye. They'll soon be here. Enter Conwell and wife, Don Gomez and wife, and Brantley. Con. This WAlk from where we left our sinewy bronchos Expands and tries our lungs, and strengthens them. l^All surprised, rush forward and greet Mrs. Percy and Miss Chadwell. Brantley holds back a little, then hurries forward. Con. Here's one you hardly know; a true, dear friend Of mine ; your former pastor, Mr. Brantley. Mrs. P. Mr. Brantley, I am glad to see you here. And clasp your hands ; an unexpected joy. My niece ; Miss Florence, our dear, valued friend. {^Brantley and Miss Chadwell move forward. Rest con- verse. Bran. This meeting quite o'erjoys my spirit. My heavenly Father's hand has kindly led me These many years, and taught me my inner self, And through my love for you has tried and proved me, 58 BRANTLEY. My inmost being purified and liallowed. 'Twas hard to bear, but grace divine sustained me. And now, when hope deferied, had ahiiost died, He brings us face to face, and may I say, He joins our hearts and also joins our hands. Miss C. My heart and hand are yours. My aunt l»a* changed The views slie once liad held concerning you. Your presence fills her soul with gladness now. Bran. Then her consent and blessing let us crave. [Thei/ turn and move fo Mrx. Perci/. Then kneel and Join hands. The other gentlemen arrive. All for)n tableau. Bran. We ask your holy blessing, Madame Percy. Mrs. P. '{With much emotion. 1 ^[ay the good Sbephenl, who all souls unites To kindred souls in planetary orbs Through all immensity ; and e'en in tlds Confused world, now sometimes strangely joins, And by an.d by will join each child of earth To its eternal mate ; bless and protect You both, his tried, his sealed, and chosen cliildren. Whom, after years of forced separation. He brings together thus surprisingly, And crown your wedded life with heavenly joys, And angel convoys send, to bear you hence. When life is ended. \_Allsin(f. HOIVtE, SWEET HOME. The Lord worketh marvels on land and on sea, My children T'U bless, reads his loving decree. To the g»al right before us, close hidden b^^ vails, He leads us, tho' care, doubt, or trial assails. [C/iorus, Home, Etc No heart, howe'er bruised, no e^'e streaming with tears, But heals at his touch, or bright beams with his cheers- The turns and strange haps that here meet us thro' life, Are all love against evil within us in strife. {^Chorus. BRANTLEY. V.) Those parted asunder, by winds of the fates, On waves of life's ocean, by Him whoe'er waits . To blend bleeding hearts, do thus wondrously meet And join in sweet praises at his mercy seat. [CAon/s. In storm and in sunshine his goodness will stand ; His comforts be given with uo stinted liand. To filially crown us in mansions of love, He ends our life's journey, then wafts us above. {Chorus. {Ring Drop.) ^TAGE Directions. ^CT I. SCENE 1. Hautlsome Parlor Cliamber in 8. SCENE 2. Part of a Conservatory in 1. SCENE ;;. Garden in :;. ^GT II. Si'ENEl. Interior of Cabin in 3. Rouali table ami five lougli stools. Miner's stove. Coffee pot. Tin cups and plates at back. Door C. an. and C. Covers, Books, Bouquets, etc. Covered cliairs. j^arp IV. S(;ENE 1. Same as Scene :;, Act '.. S(J^",NE2. Street witli house, dof>r and window, .Madrid. SCENE :4. Garden and Fountains near Church. Gipsy (;amp, tents. Party seen on on<^ side. Gipsy ijueen's tent in centre. SCENE 4. Street in Madrid iu 1. SCENE 5. Light C. D. Flats (elegant.) Curtains on C l)o«»rs. Handsome set. SWENE 6. Plain room. SCENE?. Garden flats in 1. Snow falling. SCENE S. Parlor handsomely furnished. SCENE 1. Negro cabin. Table, stools, old cliuirs, etc Table set lor a feast. SCENE 2. .Set Conservatory same as Scene 2, Act 1, in 1. SCENE 3. Same as Scene 1, Act 1. SCENE 4. Woodland fiats in 1. SCENE o. House one side, with door opening into Garden and window showing dancers, in 4. SCENE «, Plain Chamber inl. SCENE 7. Garden flats in 2. SCENE 8. Mountain flats. Rocky pass. Platfonu set I'ock and return pieces. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 0014211 9158 #