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The winds of heaven, and scatter'd into air,
Than be polluted more by human hands
Of slaves and traitors; in this blazing palace,
And its enormous walls of reeking ruin,
We leave a nobler monument than Egypt

Hath piled in her brick mountains o'er dead kings,
Or kine, for none know whether those proud piles
Be for their monarch, or their ox-god Apis :
So much for monuments that have forgotten
Their very record!

Myr.

Then farewell, thou earth!

And loveliest spot of earth! farewell, Ionia!

Be thou still free and beautiful, and far

Aloof from desolation! My last prayer

Was for thee, my last thoughts, save one, were of thee.

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NOTES.

Note 1. Page 152.

And thou, my own Ionian Myrrha.

“The Ionian name had been still more comprehensive, having included the Achaians " and the Boeotians, who, together with those to whom it was afterwards confined, would make nearly the whole of the Greek nation'; and among the Orientals it was always the general name for the Greeks."— Mitford's Greece, vol. I. p. 199.

Note 2. Page 158.
Sardanapalus,

The king, and son of Anacyndaraxes,

In one day built Anchialus and Tarsus.

Eat, drink, and love; the rest 's not worth a fillip."

"For this expedition he took not only a small chosen body of the phalanx, but all his light troops. In the first day's march he reached Anchialus, a town said to have been founded by the king of Assyria, Sardanapalus. The fortifications, in their magnitude and extent, still in Arrian's time, bore the character of greatness, which the Assyrians appear singularly to have affected in works of the kind. A monument representing Sardanapalus was found there, warranted by an inscription in Assyrian characters, of course in the old Assyrian language, which the Greeks, whether well or ill, interpreted thus: "Sardanapalus, son of Anacyndaraxes, in one day founded Anchialus and Tarsus. Eat, drink, play: all other human joys are not worth a fillip." Supposing this version nearly exact (for Arrian says it was not quite so), whether the purpose has not been to invite to civil order a people disposed to turbulence, rather than to recommend immoderate luxury, may perhaps reasonably be questioned. What, indeed, could be the object of a king of Assyria in founding such towns in a country so distant from his capital, and so divided from it by an immense extent of sandy deserts and lofty mountains, and, still more, how the inhabitants could be at once in circumstances to abandon themselves to the intemperate joys which their prince has been supposed to have recommended, is not obvious; but it may deserve observation that, in that line of coast, the southern of Lesser Asia, ruins of cities, evidently of an age after Alexander, yet barely named in history, at this day astonish the adventurous traveller by their magnificence and elegance. Amid the desolation which, under a singularly barbarian government, has for so many centuries been daily spreading in the finest countries of the globe, whether more from soil and climate, or from opportunities for commerce, extraordinary means must have been found for communities to flourish there, whence it may seem that the measures of Sardanapalus were directed by juster views than have been commonly ascribed to him; but that monarch having been the last of a dynasty, ended by a revolution, obloquy on his memory would follow of course from the policy of his successors and their partisans.

"The inconsistency of traditions concerning Sardanapalus is striking in Diodorus's account of him."— Mitford's Greece, vol. ix, pp. 311, 312, and 313.

THE TWO FOSCARI;

AN HISTORICAL TRAGEDY.

The father softens, but the governor 's resolved.

CRITIC

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

MEN.

FRANCIS FOSCARI, Doge of Venice.

JACOPO FOSCARI, Son of the Doge.

JAMES LOREDANO, a Patrician.

MARCO MEMMO, a Chief of the Forty.

BARBARIGO, Senator.

Other Senators, the Council of Ten, Guards, Attendants, &c., &c.

WOMAN.

MARINA, Wife of the young Foscari.

Scene-The Ducal Palace, Venice.

THE TWO FOSCARI.

ACT I.

SCENE.-A HALL IN THE DUCAL PALACE.

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Barb.

Nay, let him profit by

A few brief minutes for his tortured limbs ;

He was o'erwrought by the question yesterday,
And may die under it if now repeated.

Lor. Well!

Barb.

I yield not to you in love of justice,

Or hate of the ambitious Foscari,

Father and son, and all their noxious race;

But the poor wretch has suffer'd beyond nature's
Most stoical endurance.

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