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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: She Would Be a Soldier + The Plains of Chippewa + +Author: Mordecai Manuel Noah + +Editor: Montrose J. Moses + +Release Date: June 27, 2009 [EBook #29231] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHE WOULD BE A SOLDIER *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Brownfox and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="tnote"><p class="center"><b>Transcriber's Note:</b></p> +<p>This e-book contains the text of <i>She Would be a Soldier</i>, extracted from +<b>Representative Plays by American Dramatists: Vol 1, 1765-1819</b>. Comments and +background to all the plays, and links to the other plays are available +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/29221/29221-h/29221-h.htm">here</a>.</p> +<p>For your convenience, the transcribers have provided the following links:</p> +<p class="center"> +<a href="#MORDECAI_MANUEL_NOAH"><b>MORDECAI MANUEL NOAH</b></a><br /> +<a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#DRAMATIS_PERSONAE"><b>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_I"><b>ACT I.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_II"><b>ACT II.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_III"><b>ACT III.</b></a><br /> +</p> +<p>Spelling as in the original has been preserved.</p> +</div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_629" id="Page_629">[Pg 629]</a></span></p> + + + +<h1>SHE WOULD BE A SOLDIER</h1> + +<h2><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">M. M. Noah</span></h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_630" id="Page_630">[Pg 630]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 547px;"> +<img src="images/image620.png" width="547" height="583" alt="M. M. Noah" title="M. M. Noah" /> +<span class="caption smcap">M. M. Noah</span> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_631" id="Page_631">[Pg 631]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="MORDECAI_MANUEL_NOAH" id="MORDECAI_MANUEL_NOAH"></a>MORDECAI MANUEL NOAH</h2> + +<h3 class="center">(1785-1851)</h3> + + +<p>Mr. Noah was born in Philadelphia, July 19, 1785, the son of +Portuguese Jewish descent, it being stated by some sources that +his father not only fought in the Revolutionary Army, but was a +sufficient friend of George Washington to have the latter attend +his wedding. In his early years, he was apprenticed, according to +the custom of the day, to a carver and gilder, but he spent most +of his evenings in the Franklin Library and at the theatre, likewise +attending school in his spare time, where, among the pupils, he +met John and Steven Decatur, famed afterwards in the history of +the American Navy. He filled a minor position in the Auditor's +office in Philadelphia, but his tastes inclined more to journalistic +than they did to desk work, and, in 1800, he travelled to Harrisburg +as a political reporter.</p> + +<p>Several years after this, he went to Charleston, and studied law, +but before he had had a chance to practise, he became the editor +of the Charleston <i>City Gazette</i>, and, advocating those principles +which resulted in the War of 1812, he used his pen, under the +pseudonym of <i>Muley Molack</i>, to disseminate those ideas in editorials. +The consequence is he encouraged much hatred, and was +forced into many duels to support his opinions. In 1811, he was +offered the position of Consul at Riga by President Madison, but +declined. In 1813, he was sent by Mr. Monroe, as Consul, to +Tunis, at a time when the United States was having trouble with +Algerian piracy.</p> + +<p>During all this period, his pen was actively busy, and while he +was abroad he did much travelling which resulted, in 1819, in his +publishing a book of travels.</p> + +<p>In 1816, he returned to New York, and settled there as a +journalist. Being a Tammanyite in politics, we find him filling +the position of Sheriff, Judge and Surveyor of the Port at various +periods. He was, likewise, an editor of some skill, and his name is +associated with the columns of the <i>New York Enquirer</i>, the +<i>Evening Star</i>, the <i>Commercial Advertiser</i>, the <i>Union</i>, and the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_632" id="Page_632">[Pg 632]</a></span><i>Times and Messenger</i>.</p> + +<p>His political career may be measured in the following manner:</p> + +<p>In 1821 he became Sheriff. In 1823, he was admitted to the bar +of New York, and in 1829 to the bar of the Supreme Court of the +United States. This same year he was appointed Surveyor of the +Port of New York.</p> + +<p>Entering very prominently in politics, he opposed the election +of Van Buren, and gave his vote to General Harrison. Governor +Seward appointed him, in 1841, Judge of the Court of Sessions. +The same year he was made a Supreme Court Commissioner.</p> + +<p>It was in 1825 that, as one of the early Zionists of America, +he entered into negotiations for the purchase of nearly three +thousand acres of land on Grand Island, in New York State, +where it was his dream to establish the City of Ararat, a haven +of Judaism in this country. This venture became the basis for a +story by Israel Zangwill, called "Noah's Ark." He died in New +York on March 22, 1851, having lived in that city since 1813.</p> + +<p>Any full Bibliography will give a sufficient idea of the scope of +Major Noah's pen. He lived at a time when American Letters +were beginning to develop, himself a friend of most of the literary +figures of the day—Cooper, Irving, Fitz-Green Halleck and +others. And we have an excellent impression of the manner in +which the younger literary men regarded the authority of Noah +in the "Reminiscences" of J. T. Trowbridge:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Come with me," he [Mr. Noah] said, putting on his hat; and +we went out together, I with my roll of manuscript, he with his +stout cane. Even if I had been unaware of the fact, I should very +soon have discovered that I was in company with an important +personage. Everybody observed him, and it seemed as if every +third or fourth man we met gave him a respectful salute. He +continued his friendly talk with me in a way that relieved me of +all sense of my own insignificance in the shadow of his celebrity +and august proportions.</p></div> + +<p>As far as his theatrical association is concerned, we can have +no better source of information than a letter written by Noah to +William Dunlap, and published in the latter's "History of the +American Theatre." It is quoted in full:</p> + +<div class="blockquot gap2"> +<p class="ralign">New-York, July 11, 1832.</p> + +<p>To William Dunlap, Esq.,</p> +<p>Dear Sir:</p> + +<p>I am happy to hear that your work on the American Drama is in +press, and trust that you may realize from it that harvest of fame<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_633" id="Page_633">[Pg 633]</a></span> +and money to which your untiring industry and diversified labours +give you an eminent claim. You desire me to furnish you a list of +my dramatic productions; it will, my dear sir, constitute a sorry +link in the chain of American writers—my plays have all been <i>ad +captandum</i>: a kind of <i>amateur</i> performance, with no claim to the +character of a settled, regular, or domiciliated writer for the green-room—a +sort of volunteer supernumerary—a dramatic writer by +"particular desire, and for this night only," as they say in the bills +of the play; my "line," as you well know, has been in the more +rugged paths of politics, a line in which there is more fact than +poetry, more feeling than fiction; in which, to be sure, there are +"exits and entrances"—where the "prompter's whistle" is constantly +heard in the voice of the people; but which, in our popular government, +almost disqualifies us for the more soft and agreeable translation +to the lofty conceptions of tragedy, the pure diction of genteel +comedy, or the wit, gaiety, and humour of broad farce.</p> + +<p>I had an early hankering for the national drama, a kind of juvenile +patriotism, which burst forth, for the first time, in a few sorry +doggerels in the form of a prologue to a play, which a Thespian company, +of which I was a member, produced in the South-Street +Theatre—the old American Theatre in Philadelphia. The idea was +probably suggested by the sign of the Federal Convention at the +tavern opposite the theatre. You, no doubt, remember the picture +and the motto: an excellent piece of painting of the kind, representing +a group of venerable personages engaged in public discussions, +with the following distich:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"These thirty-eight great men have signed a powerful deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That better times, to us, shall very soon succeed."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The sign must have been painted soon after the adoption of the +Federation Constitution, and I remember to have stood "many a +time and oft," gazing, when a boy, at the assembled patriots, particularly +the venerable head and spectacles of Dr. Franklin, always +in conspicuous relief. In our Thespian corps, the honour of cutting +the plays, substituting new passages, casting parts, and writing +couplets at the exits, was divided between myself and a fellow of +infinite wit and humour, by the name of Helmbold; who subsequently +became the editor of a scandalous little paper, called <i>The +Tickler</i>: He was a rare rascal, perpetrated all kind of calumnies, +was constantly mulcted in fines, sometimes imprisoned, was full of +faults, which were forgotten in his conversational qualities and dry +sallies of genuine wit, particularly his Dutch stories. After years of +singular vicissitudes, Helmbold joined the army as a common +soldier, fought bravely during the late war, obtained a commission, +and died. Our little company soon dwindled away; the expenses +were too heavy for our pockets; our writings and performances were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_634" id="Page_634">[Pg 634]</a></span> +sufficiently wretched, but as the audience was admitted without cost, +they were too polite to express any disapprobation. We recorded +all our doings in a little weekly paper, published, I believe, by Jemmy +Riddle, at the corner of Chestnut and Third-Street, opposite the +tavern kept by that sturdy old democrat, Israel Israel.</p> + +<p>From a boy, I was a regular attendant of the Chestnut-Street +Theatre, during the management of Wignell and Reinagle, and made +great efforts to compass the purchase of a season ticket, which I +obtained generally of the treasurer, George Davis, for eighteen +dollars. Our habits through life are frequently governed and +directed by our early steps. I seldom missed a night; and always +retired to bed, after witnessing a good play, gratified and improved: +and thus, probably, escaped the haunts of taverns, and the pursuits +of depraved pleasures, which too frequently allure and destroy our +young men; hence I was always the firm friend of the drama, and +had an undoubted right to oppose my example through life to the +horror and hostility expressed by sectarians to plays and play-houses +generally. Independent of several of your plays which had obtained +possession of the stage, and were duly incorporated in the legitimate +drama, the first call to support the productions of a fellow townsman, +was, I think, Barker's opera of <i>The Indian Princess</i>. Charles Ingersoll +had previously written a tragedy, a very able production for a +very young man, which was supported by all the "good society;" +but Barker, who was "one of us," an amiable and intelligent young +fellow, who owed nothing to hereditary rank, though his father was +a Whig, and a soldier of the Revolution, was in reality a fine spirited +poet, a patriotic ode writer, and finally a gallant soldier of the late +war. The managers gave Barker an excellent chance with all his +plays, and he had merit and popularity to give them in return full +houses.</p> + +<p>About this time, I ventured to attempt a little melo-drama, under +the title of "The Fortress of Sorrento" [1808], which, not having +money enough to pay for printing, nor sufficient influence to have +acted, I thrust the manuscript in my pocket, and, having occasion +to visit New-York, I called in at David Longworth's Dramatic +Repository one day, spoke of the little piece, and struck a bargain +with him, by giving him the manuscript in return for a copy of every +play he had published, which at once furnished me with a tolerably +large dramatic collection. I believe the play never was performed, +and I was almost ashamed to own it; but it was my first regular +attempt at dramatic composition.</p> + +<p>In the year 1812, while in Charleston, Mr. Young requested me +to write a piece for his wife's benefit. You remember her, no doubt; +remarkable as she was for her personal beauty and amiable deportment, +it would have been very ungallant to have refused, particularly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_635" id="Page_635">[Pg 635]</a></span> +as he requested that it should be a "<i>breeches part</i>," to use a green-room +term, though she was equally attractive in every character. +Poor Mrs. Young! she died last year in Philadelphia. When she +first arrived in New-York, from London, it was difficult to conceive +a more perfect beauty; her complexion was of dazzling whiteness, +her golden hair and ruddy complexion, figure somewhat <i>embonpoint</i>, +and graceful carriage, made her a great favourite. I soon produced +the little piece, which was called "Paul and Alexis; or, the Orphans +of the Rhine." I was, at that period, a very active politician, and +my political opponents did me the honour to go to the theatre the +night it was performed, for the purpose of hissing it, which was not +attempted until the curtain fell, and the piece was successful. After +three years' absence in Europe and Africa, I saw the same piece +performed at the Park, under the title of "The Wandering Boys,"<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> +which even now holds possession of the stage. It seems Mr. Young +sent the manuscript to London, where the title was changed, and the +bantling cut up, altered, and considerably improved.</p> + +<p>About this time, John Miller, the American bookseller in London, +paid us a visit. Among the passengers in the same ship was a fine +English girl of great talent and promise, Miss Leesugg, afterwards +Mrs. Hackett. She was engaged at the Park as a singer, and Phillips, +who was here about the same period fulfilling a most successful +engagement, was decided and unqualified in his admiration of her +talent. Every one took an interest in her success: she was gay, +kind-hearted, and popular, always in excellent spirits, and always +perfect. Anxious for her success, I ventured to write a play for her +benefit, and in three days finished the patriotic piece of "She Would +be a Soldier; or, the Battle of Chippewa,"<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> which, I was happy to +find, produced her an excellent house. Mrs. Hackett retired from +the stage after her marriage, and lost six or seven years of profitable +and unrivalled engagement.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></p> + +<p>After this play, I became in a manner domiciliated in the green-room. +My friends, Price and Simpson, who had always been exceedingly +kind and liberal, allowed me to stray about the premises +like one of the family, and, always anxious for their success, I ven<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_636" id="Page_636">[Pg 636]</a></span>tured +upon another attempt for a holy-day occasion, and produced +"Marion; or, the Hero of Lake George." It was played on the 25th +of November, Evacuation day [1821], and I bustled about among +my military friends, to raise a party in support of a military play, +and what with generals, staff-officers, rank and file, the Park Theatre +was so crammed, that not a word of the play was heard, which was +a very fortunate affair for the author. The managers presented me +with a pair of handsome silver pitchers, which I still retain as a +memento of their good-will and friendly consideration. You must +bear in mind that while I was thus employed in occasional attempts +at play-writing, I was engaged in editing a daily journal, and in all +the fierce contests of political strife: I had, therefore, but little time +to devote to all that study and reflection so essential to the success +of dramatic composition.</p> + +<p>My next piece, I believe, was written for the benefit of a relative +and friend, who wanted something to bring a house; and as the +struggle for liberty in Greece was at that period the prevailing excitement, +I finished the melodrama of the <i>Grecian Captive</i>, which was +brought out with all the advantages of good scenery and music +[June 17, 1822]. As a "good house" was of more consequence to +the actor than fame to the author, it was resolved that the hero of +the piece should make his appearance on an elephant, and the +heroine on a camel, which were procured from a neighbouring +<i>menagerie</i>, and the <i>tout ensemble</i> was sufficiently imposing, only it +happened that the huge elephant, in shaking his skin, so rocked the +castle on his back, that the Grecian general nearly lost his balance, +and was in imminent danger of coming down from his "high estate," +to the infinite merriment of the audience. On this occasion, to use +another significant phrase, a "gag" was hit upon of a new character +altogether. The play was printed, and each auditor was presented +with a copy gratis, as he entered the house. Figure to yourself a +thousand people in a theatre, each with a book of the play in hand—imagine +the turning over a thousand leaves simultaneously, the buzz +and fluttering it produced, and you will readily believe that the +actors entirely forgot their parts, and even the equanimity of the +elephant and camel were essentially disturbed.</p> + +<p>My last appearance, as a dramatic writer, was in another national +piece, called "The Siege of Tripoli," which the managers persuaded +me to bring out for my own benefit, being my first attempt to derive +any profit from dramatic efforts. The piece was elegantly got up—the +house crowded with beauty and fashion—everything went off +in the happiest manner; when, a short time after the audience had +retired, the Park Theatre was discovered to be on fire, and in a short +time was a heap of ruins. This conflagration burnt out all my +dramatic fire and energy, since which I have been, as you well know,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_637" id="Page_637">[Pg 637]</a></span> +peaceably employed in settling the affairs of the nations, and mildly +engaged in the political differences and disagreements which are so +fruitful in our great state.</p> + +<p>I still, however, retain a warm interest for the success of the +drama, and all who are entitled to success engaged in sustaining it, +and to none greater than to yourself, who have done more, in actual +labour and successful efforts, than any man in America. That you +may realize all you have promised yourself, and all that you are +richly entitled to, is the sincere wish of</p> + +<p style="margin-left:50%;">Dear sir,</p> +<p class="ralign" style="padding-right:2em;">Your friend and servant,</p> +<p class="ralign smcap">M. M. Noah.</p> +</div> + +<p class="gap2">Wm. Dunlap, Esq.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> John Kerr wrote "The Wandering Boys; or, The Castle of Olival" (1823), +which Dr. Atkinson believes was taken from the same French source as Noah's +piece.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> She Would Be A Soldier,/or the/Plains of Chippewa;/An Historical Drama,/In +Three Acts./By M. M. Noah./Performed for the first time on the 21st/of June, 1819./ +New-York:/Published at Longworth's Dramatic Repository./Shakspeare Gallery./ +G. L. Birch & Co. Printers./1819./[At one time, Edwin Forrest played the Indian +in this piece.]</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Catherine Leesugg married James H. Hackett, the American actor, in 1819. +As early as 1805, some critics in England spoke of her as the Infant Roscius. Of +her, the newspaper versifier proclaimed: +</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's sweet Miss Leesugg—by-the-by, she's not pretty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's a little too large, and has not too much grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet there's something about her so witching and witty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis pleasure to gaze on her good-humoured face."<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_639" id="Page_639">[Pg 639]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;"> +<img src="images/image628.png" width="408" height="659" alt="SHE WOULD BE A SOLDIER, OR THE PLAINS OF CHIPPEWA; AN HISTORICAL DRAMA, IN THREE ACTS." title="SHE WOULD BE A SOLDIER, OR THE PLAINS OF CHIPPEWA; AN HISTORICAL DRAMA, IN THREE ACTS." /> +<span class="caption smcap">Fac-Simile Title-Page to 1819 Edition</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_640" id="Page_640">[Pg 640]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> + + +<p>The following dramatic <i>bagatelle</i> was written in a few days, and +its reception, under every circumstance, far exceeded its merits. +I had no idea of printing it, until urged to do so by some friends +connected with theatres, who, probably, were desirous of using +it without incurring the expense of transcribing from the original +manuscript. Writing plays is not my "vocation;" and even if the +mania was to seize me, I should have to contend with powerful +obstacles, and very stubborn prejudices; to be sure, these, in +time, might be removed, but I have no idea of being the first to +descend into the arena, and become a gladiator for the American +Drama. These prejudices against native productions, however +they may be deplored as impugning native genius, are nevertheless +very natural. An American audience, I have no doubt, +would be highly pleased with an American play, if the performance +afforded as much gratification as a good English one; but +they pay their money to be pleased, and if we cannot afford +pleasure, we have no prescriptive right to ask for approbation. +In England, writing of plays is a profession, by which much +money is made if the plays succeed; hence a dramatic author +goes to work, <i>secundum artem</i>.—He employs all his faculties, exhausts +all his resources, devotes his whole time, capacity and ingenuity +to the work in hand; the hope of reward stimulates him—the +love of fame urges him on—the opposition of rivals animates +his exertions—and the expectation of applause sweetens +his labours—and yet, nine times out of ten, he fails. Mr. Dunlap, +of this city, has written volumes of plays, and written well, +"excellent well," but he made nothing; nay, he hardly obtained +that civic wreath which he fairly earned. Barker, of Philadelphia, +whose muse is the most delicate and enticing, has hung +up his harp, which, I dare say, is covered with dust and cobwebs; +and even Harby, of Charleston, whose talents are of the finest +order, and who is a bold yet chaste poet, gained but little profit +and applause from his labours. We must not expect, therefore, +more encouragement for the American Drama than may be sufficient +to urge us on. We will succeed in time, as well as the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_641" id="Page_641">[Pg 641]</a></span> +English, because we have the same language, and equal intellect; +but there must be system and discipline in writing plays—a +knowledge of stage effect—of sound, cadences, fitness of time and +place, interest of plot, spirit of delineation, nature, poetry, and a +hundred <i>et ceteras</i>, which are required, to constitute a good dramatic +poet, who cannot, in this country, and while occupied in +other pursuits, spring up over night like asparagus, or be watered +and put in the sun, like a geranium in a flower pot.</p> + +<p>I wrote this play in order to promote the benefit of a performer +who possesses talent, and I have no objections to write another +for any deserving object. New plays, in this country, are generally +performed, for the first time, as anonymous productions: I +did not withhold my name from this, because I knew that my +friends would go and see it performed, with the hope of being +pleased, and my opponents would go with other motives, so that +between the two parties a good house would be the result. This +was actually the case, and two performances produced nearly +$2,400; I hope this may encourage Americans of more talent to +attempt something.</p> + +<p>National plays should be encouraged. They have done everything +for the British nation, and can do much for us; they keep +alive the recollection of important events, by representing them +in a manner at once natural and alluring. We have a fine scope, +and abundant materials to work with, and a noble country to +justify the attempt. The "Battle of Chippewa" was selected, +because it was the most neat and spirited battle fought during the +late war, and I wish I was able to do it more justice.</p> + +<p class="ralign" style="padding-right:2em;">N.</p> + +<p>New-York, July, 1819.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_642" id="Page_642">[Pg 642]</a></span></p> + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE" id="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE"></a>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></h2> + +<table summary="Dramatis Personae" style="width:60%"> +<tr> +<td style="width:70%"><span class="smcap">General</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Graham.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Jasper</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Robertson.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Lenox</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Pritchard.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Hon. Captain Pendragon</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Simpson.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Jerry</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Barnes.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">LaRole</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Spiller.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Jenkins</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Johnson.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Indian Chief</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Maywood.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">1st Officer</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Bancker.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Soldier</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Nexsen.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Waiter</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Oliff.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Jailor</span>,</td> +<td>Mr. Baldwin.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center"><i>Soldiers, Peasants, Indians, &c.</i></p> + +<table summary="Dramatis Personae2" style="width:60%" class="gap2"> +<tr> +<td style="width:70%"><span class="smcap">Christine</span>,</td> +<td>Miss Leesugg.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Adela</span>,</td> +<td>Miss Johnson.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Maid</span>,</td> +<td>Mrs. Wheatley.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center"><i>Peasant Women, &c.</i></p> + +<div class="footnotes" style="padding-bottom:1em;"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> In Dr. Atkinson's copy of this play, the following cast is given: as a note, in +the handwriting of Henry Wallack:</p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Philadelphia</span>, 1819. +</p> + +<table summary="Dramatis Personae3"> +<tr> +<td style="width:50%;"><span class="smcap">General</span>,</td> +<td>Hughes.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Jasper</span>,</td> +<td>——</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Lenox</span>,</td> +<td>Darley, John, Jr.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Pendragon</span>,</td> +<td>Wood, William.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Jerry</span>,</td> +<td>Jefferson, Joseph.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">LaRole</span>,</td> +<td>Blissett, Francis.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Chief</span>,</td> +<td>Wallack, Henry.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Christine</span>,</td> +<td>Darley, Mrs. John (Miss E. Westray).</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Adela</span>,</td> +<td>Wood, Mrs. Wm. (Miss J. Westray).</td> +</tr> +</table> + +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_643" id="Page_643">[Pg 643]</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="gap3">SHE WOULD BE A SOLDIER,</h2> + +<h3>or; the</h3> + +<h2>PLAINS OF CHIPPEWA</h2> + + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_I" id="ACT_I"></a>ACT I.</h2> + + +<p class="hangindent"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I. <i>A Valley with a neat Cottage on the right, an Arbour on +the left, and picturesque Mountains at a distance.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter from the cottage, <span class="smcap">Jasper</span> and <span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span></i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> And so, neighbour, you are not then a native of this +village?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> I am not, my friend; my story is short, and you shall +hear it. It was my luck, call it bad or good, to be born in France, +in the town of Castlenaudary, where my parents, good honest +peasants, cultivated a small farm on the borders of the canal of +Midi. I was useful, though young; we were well enough to live, +and I received from the parish school a good education, was +taught to love my country, my parents, and my friends; a +happy temper, a common advantage in my country, made all +things easy to me; I never looked for to-morrow to bring me more +joy than I experienced to-day.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> Pardon my curiosity, friend Jasper: how came you +to leave your country, when neither want nor misfortune visited +your humble dwelling?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Novelty, a desire for change, an ardent disposition to +visit foreign countries. Passing through the streets of Toulouse +one bright morning in spring, the lively drum and fife broke on +my ear, as I was counting my gains from a day's marketing. +A company of soldiers neatly dressed, with white cockades, +passed me with a brisk step; I followed them through instinct—the +sergeant informed me that they were on their way to Bordeaux, +from thence to embark for America, to aid the cause of +liberty in the new world, and were commanded by the Marquis +de la Fayette. That name was familiar to me; La Fayette was a +patriot—I felt like a patriot, and joined the ranks immediately.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> Well, you enlisted and left your country?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_644" id="Page_644">[Pg 644]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> I did. We had a boisterous passage to America, and +endured many hardships during the revolution. I was wounded +at Yorktown, which long disabled me, but what then? I served +under great men, and for a great cause; I saw the independence +of the thirteen states acknowledged, I was promoted to a sergeancy +by the great Washington, and I sheathed my sword, with +the honest pride of knowing, that I had aided in establishing a +powerful and happy republic.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> You did well, honest Jasper, you did well; and now +you have the satisfaction of seeing your country still free and +happy.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> I have, indeed. When the army was disbanded, I +travelled on foot to explore the uncultivated territory which I had +assisted in liberating. I purchased a piece of land near the great +lakes, and with my axe levelled the mighty oaks, cleared my +meadows, burnt out the wolves and bears, and then built that +cottage there.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> And thus became a settler and my neighbour; thanks +to the drum and fife and the white cockade, that lured you from +your home.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> In a short time, Jenkins, everything flourished; my +cottage was neat, my cattle thriving, still I wanted something—it +was a wife. I was tired of a solitary life, and married Kate, +the miller's daughter; you knew her.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> Ay, that I did; she was a pretty lass.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> She was a good wife—ever cheerful and industrious, +and made me happy: poor Kate! I was without children for +several years; at length my Christine was born, and I have endeavoured, +in cultivating her mind, and advancing her happiness, +to console myself for the loss of her mother.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> Where is Christine? where is your daughter, neighbour +Jasper?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> She left the cottage early this morning with Lenox, +to climb the mountains and see the sun rise; it is time for them +to return to breakfast.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> Who is this Mr. Lenox?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> An honest lieutenant of infantry, with a gallant spirit +and a warm heart. He was wounded at Niagara, and one stormy +night, he presented himself at our cottage door, pale and haggard. +His arm had been shattered by a ball, and he had received +a flesh wound from a bayonet: we took him in—for an old soldier<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_645" id="Page_645">[Pg 645]</a></span> +never closes his door on a wounded comrade—Christine nursed +him, and he soon recovered. But I wish they were here—it is +growing late: besides, this is a busy day, friend Jenkins.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> Ah, how so?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> You know Jerry Mayflower, the wealthy farmer; +he has offered to marry my Christine. Girls must not remain +single if they can get husbands, and I have consented to the +match, and he will be here to-day to claim her hand.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jenkins.</span> But will Christine marry Jerry? She has been too +well educated for the honest farmer.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Oh, she may make a few wry faces, as she does when +swallowing magnesia, but the dose will go down. There is some +credit due to a wife who improves the intellect of her husband; +aye, and there is some pride in it also. Girls should marry. Matrimony +is like an old oak; age gives durability to the trunk, skill +trims the branches, and affection keeps the foliage ever green. +But come, let us in.</p> + +<p class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> and <span class="smcap">Jenkins</span> enter the cottage.</i></p> + +<p class="hangindent"><i>Pastoral Music.—<span class="smcap">Lenox</span> and <span class="smcap">Christine</span> are seen winding down +the mountains—his left arm is in a sling.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> At last we are at home.—O my breath is nearly +gone. You soldiers are so accustomed to marching and countermarching, +that you drag me over hedge and briar, like an empty +baggage-wagon. Look at my arm, young Mars, you've made it as +red as pink, and as rough as—then my hand—don't attempt to +kiss it, you—wild man of the woods.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Nay, dear Christine, be not offended; if I have passed +rapidly over rocks and mountains, it is because you were with me. +My heart ever feels light and happy when I am permitted to +walk with you; even the air seems newly perfumed, and the +birds chaunt more melodiously; and see, I can take my arm out of +confinement—your care has done this; your voice administered +comfort, and your eyes affection. What do I not owe you?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Owe me? Nothing, only one of your best bows, +and your prettiest compliments. But I do suspect, my serious +cavalier, that your wounds were never as bad as you would have +me think. Of late you have taken your recipes with so much +grace, have swallowed so many bitter tinctures with a playful +smile, that I believe you've been playing the invalid, and would +make me your nurse for life—O sinner as you are, what have you +to say for yourself?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_646" id="Page_646">[Pg 646]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Why, I confess, dear Christine, that my time has +passed with so much delight, that even the call of duty will find +me reluctant to quit these scenes, so dear to memory, hospitality, +and, let me add, to love. Be serious, then, dear Christine, and tell +me what I have to hope; even now I expect orders from my commanding +officer, requiring my immediate presence at the camp; +we are on the eve of a battle—Speak!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Why, you soldiers are such fickle game, that if we +once entangle you in the net, 'tis ten to one but the sight of a new +face will be sufficiently tempting to break the mesh—you're just +as true as the smoke of your cannon, and you fly off at the sight +of novelty in petticoats, like one of your Congreve rockets—No, +I won't love a soldier—that's certain.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Nay, where is our reward then for deserving well of +our country? Gratitude may wreath a chaplet of laurel, but +trust me, Christine, it withers unless consecrated by beauty.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Well, that's a very pretty speech, and deserves +one of my best courtesies. Now suppose I should marry you, my +"dear ally Croaker," I shall expect to see myself placed on the +summit of a baggage-wagon, with soldiers' wives and a few dear +squalling brats, whose musical tones drown e'en the "squeaking +of the wry-neck'd fife;" and if I should escape from the enemy at +the close of a battle, I should be compelled to be ever ready, and +"pack up my tatters and follow the drum."—No, no, I can't +think of it.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Prithee, be serious, dear Christine, your gaiety alarms +me. Can you permit me to leave you without a sigh? Can I +depart from that dear cottage and rush to battle without having +the assurance that there is a heart within which beats in unison +with mine? a heart which can participate in my glory, and sympathize +in my misfortunes?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> No—not so, Lenox; your glory is dear to me, your +happiness my anxious wish. I have seen you bear pain like a soldier, +and misfortune like a man. I am myself a soldier's daughter, +and believe me, when I tell you, that under the appearance of +gaiety, my spirits are deeply depressed at your approaching departure. +I have been taught, by a brave father, to love glory when +combined with virtue. There is my hand;—be constant, and I +am ever your friend; be true, and you shall find me ever faithful.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Thanks—a thousand thanks, beloved Christine; you +have removed a mountain of doubts and anxious wishes from my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_647" id="Page_647">[Pg 647]</a></span> +heart: I did hope for this reward, though it was a daring one. +Love and honour must now inspire me, and should we again be +triumphant in battle, I shall return to claim the reward of constancy—a +reward dearer than thrones—the heart of a lovely and +virtuous woman.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Enough, dear Lenox; I shall never doubt your +faith. But come, let us in to breakfast—stay—my knight of the +rueful countenance, where is the portrait which you have been +sketching of me? Let me look at your progress.</p> + +<p class="indent1 befstagedir"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> 'Tis here.</p> +<p class="stagedir"> [<i>Gives a small drawing book.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>Opening it.</i>] Heavens, how unlike! Why Lenox, +you were dreaming of the <i>Venus de Medici</i> when you drew this—Oh, +you flatterer!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Nay, 'tis not finished; now stand there, while I sketch +the drapery.—[<i>Places her at a distance, takes out a pencil, and +works at the drawing.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Why, what a statue you are making of me. Pray, +why not make a picture of it at once? Place me in that bower, +with a lute and a lap dog, sighing for your return; then draw a +soldier disguised as a pilgrim, leaning on his staff, and his cowl +thrown back; let that pilgrim resemble thee, and then let the +little dog bark, and I fainting, and there's a subject for the pencil +and pallet.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Sing, dear Christine, while I finish the drawing—it +may be the last time I shall ever hear you.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Oh, do not say so, my gloomy cavalier; a soldier, +and despair?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Knight Errant.</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Written by the late Queen of Holland.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound to Palestine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grant, immortal Queen of Heav'n, was still the soldier's prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His oath of honour on the shrine he grav'd it with his sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be honour'd, aye, the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_648" id="Page_648">[Pg 648]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They ow'd the conquest to his arm, and then his liege lord said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart that has for honour beat must be by bliss repaid:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And then they bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes a paradise on earth when hearts and hands combine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every lord and lady bright that was in chapel there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cry'd, Honour'd be the bravest knight, belov'd the fairest fair.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> There, 'tis finished—how do you like it?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Why, so, so—if you wish something to remind you +of me, it will do.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> No, not so; your image is too forcibly impressed here +to need so dull a monitor. But I ask it to reciprocate—wear this +for my sake [<i>Gives a miniature.</i>], and think of him who, even in +the battle's rage, will not forget thee. [<i>Bugle sounds at a distance.</i>] +Hark! 'tis a bugle of our army. [<i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>, who +delivers a letter to <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> and retires—<span class="smcap">Lenox</span> opens and reads it.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1">"The enemy, in force, has thrown up entrenchments near +Chippewa; if your wounds will permit, join your corps without +delay—a battle is unavoidable, and I wish you to share the glory +of a victory. You have been promoted as an aid to the general +for your gallantry in the last affair. It gives me pleasure to be the +first who announces this grateful reward—lose not a moment.</p> + +<p class="center">Your friend,</p> +<p class="ralign" style="margin-right:2em;"><span class="smcap">Mandeville.</span>"</p> + +<p>I must be gone immediately.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Jasper</span> and <span class="smcap">Jenkins</span> from the cottage.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Ah! Lenox, my boy, good morning to you. Why +Christine, you have had a long ramble with the invalid.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Lenox leaves us immediately, dear father; the +army is on the march.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Well, he goes in good time, and may success attend +him. Ods my life, when I was young, the sound of the drum and +fife was like the music of the spheres, and the noise and bustle +of a battle was more cheering to me, than "the hunter's horn in +the morning." You will not forget us, Lenox, will you?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Forget ye? Never—I should be the most ungrateful +of men, could I forget that endearing attention which poured oil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_649" id="Page_649">[Pg 649]</a></span> +into my wounds, and comforted the heart of a desponding and +mutilated soldier. No, Jasper, no; while life remains, yourself +and daughter shall never cease to live in my grateful remembrance.</p> + +<p class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Christine</span> and <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> enter the cottage.</i></p> + +<p class="hangindent"><i>Pastoral Music.—Peasants are seen winding down the mountains, +headed by <span class="smcap">Jerry</span>, dressed for a festive occasion, with white favours, +nosegays, &c.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Here I am, farmer Jasper—come to claim Miss Crissy +as my wife, according to your promise, and have brought all my +neighbours. How do you do?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Well—quite well—and these are all your neighbours?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Yes—there's Bob Short, the tanner; Nick Anvil, the +blacksmith; Patty, the weaver's daughter—and the rest of 'em; +come here, Patty, make a curtchey to the old soger—[<i><span class="smcap">Patty</span> +comes forward.</i>]—a pretty girl! I could have had her, but she +wanted edication—she wanted the airs and graces, as our schoolmaster +says.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Well, farmer, you are an honest man, but I fear my +Christine will not approve this match, commenced without her +advice, and concluded without her consent. Then her education +has been so different from—</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> O, fiddle-de-dee, I don't mind how larned she is, so +much the better—she can teach me to parlyvoo, and dance solos +and duets, and such elegant things, when I've done ploughing.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> But I'm not sure that she will like you.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Not like me? Come, that's a good one; only look at +my movements—why she can't resist me. I'm the boy for a race, +for an apple-paring or quilting frolic—fight a cock, hunt an opossum, +or snare a partridge with any one.—Then I'm a squire, and +a county judge, and a <i>brevet</i> ossifer in the militia besides; and a +devil of a fellow at an election to boot. Not have me? damme, +that's an insult. Besides, sergeant Jasper, I've been to the wars +since I've seen ye—got experience, laurels and lilies, and all +them there things.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Indeed!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Yes—sarved a campaign, and was at the battle of +Queenstown. What do you think of that?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> And did you share in the glory of that spirited battle?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> O yes, I shared in all the glory—that is—I didn't fight. +I'll tell you how it was: I marched at the head of my village<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_650" id="Page_650">[Pg 650]</a></span> +sogers, straight as the peacock in my farm yard, and I had some +of the finest lads in our county, with rifles—well, we march'd and +camp'd, and camp'd and march'd, and were as merry as grigs until +we arrived at the river: half the troops had cross'd and were +fighting away like young devils: ods life, what a smoke! what a +popping of small arms, and roaring of big ones! and what a power +of red coats!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Well, and you panted to be at them? clubb'd your +rifles, and dashed over?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Oh no, I didn't—I was afear'd that in such a crowd, +nobody would see how I fought, so I didn't cross at all. Besides, +some one said, it were contrary to law and the constitution, to go +into the enemy's country, but if they com'd into our country, it +were perfectly lawful to flog 'em.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> And you did not cross?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Oh no, I stood still and look'd on; it were contrary to +the constitution of my country, and my own constitution to boot—so +I took my post out of good gun shot, and felt no more fear +nor you do now.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> No doubt. Admirable sophistry, that can shield +cowards and traitors, under a mistaken principle of civil government! +I've heard of those scruples, which your division felt when +in sight of the enemy. Was that a time to talk of constitutions—when +part of our gallant army was engaged with unequal numbers? +Could you calmly behold your fellow citizens falling on all +sides, and not avenge their death? Could you, with arms in your +hands, the enemy in view, with the roar of cannon thundering on +your ear, and the flag of your country waving amidst fire and +smoke—could you find a moment to think of constitutions? +Was that a time to pause and suffer coward scruples to unnerve +the arm of freemen?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Bravo! bravo! sergeant Jasper; that's a very fine +speech—I'll vote for you for our assemblyman; now just go that +over again, that I may get it by heart for our next town meeting—blazing +flags—fiery cannon—smoking constitutions—</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> I pray you pardon me. I am an old soldier, and fought +for the liberty which you enjoy, and, therefore, claim some privilege +in expressing my opinion. But come, your friends are idle, +let us have breakfast before our cottage door.—Ah, Jerry, my +Crissy would make a fine soldier's wife: do you know that I have +given her a military education?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_651" id="Page_651">[Pg 651]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> No, surely—</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Aye, she can crack a bottle at twelve paces with a +pistol.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Crack a bottle! Come, that's a good one; I can crack +a bottle too, but not so far off.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> And then she can bring down a buck, at any distance.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Bring down a buck? I don't like that—can't say as +how I like my wife to meddle with bucks. Can she milk—knit +garters—make apple butter and maple sugar—dance a reel after +midnight, and ride behind her husband on a pony, to see the +trainings of our sogers—that's the wife for my money. Oh, here +she comes.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Christine</span> and <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> from the cottage.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Christine, here is farmer Mayflower and his friends, +who have come to visit our cottage, and you in particular.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> They are all welcome. Good morning, Jerry—how +is it with you?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Purely, Miss Crissy, I'm stout and hearty, and you +look as pretty and as rosy as a field of pinks on a sunshiny morning.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Come here, farmer—give me your hand—Christine, +yours—[<i>Joins them.</i>]—there; may you live long and happy, and +my blessings ever go with you.</p> + +<p class="indent1">Christine. [<i>Aside in amazement.</i>] Heavens! what can this +mean? [<i><span class="smcap">Lenox</span> is agitated—pause—<span class="smcap">Jasper</span> and group retire—<span class="smcap">Lenox</span> +remains at a distance.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Why, Miss Crissy, your father has consented that I +shall marry you, and I've come with my neighbours to have a +little frolic, and carry you home with me.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> And am I of so little moment as not to be consulted? +Am I thus to be given away by my father without one +anxious question? [<i>With decision.</i>] Farmer, pardon my frankness; +on this occasion, sincerity alone is required—I do not like +you, I will not marry you—nay, do not look surprised. I am a +stranger to falsehood and dissimulation, and thus end at once all +hopes of ever becoming my husband.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Why, now, Miss Crissy, that's very cruel of you—I +always had a sneaking kindness for you, and when your father +gave his consent, I didn't dream as how you could refuse me.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_652" id="Page_652">[Pg 652]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> My father has ever found me dutiful and obedient, +but when he bestows my hand, without knowing whether my +heart or inclinations accompany it, I feel myself bound to consult +my own happiness. I cannot marry you, farmer.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> [<i>Advancing.</i>] All things are prepared, and I am now +about to depart. Christine, farewell! Friends, good fortune +await you! [<i>Aside.</i>] Dear Christine, remember me.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit hastily.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Lack-a-daisy! What a disappointment to me, when I +had put my house in such nice order—painted my walls—got a +new chest upon chest—two new bed quilts, and a pair of pumps, +and had the pig-sty and dairy whitewashed.—Hang me, after all, +I believe, she is only a little shy. Oh, I see it now, she only wants a +little coaxing—a little sparking or so—I've a great mind to kiss +her. I will, too.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Approaches <span class="smcap">Christine</span>, who stands at a distance, buried in deep thought.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Begone—dare not touch me! Heavens, am I reserved +for this humiliation? Could my father be so cruel?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Now, Crissy, don't be so shy—you know you like me—you +know you said t' other day, when I were out training, that I +held up my head more like a soger than anybody in the ranks; +come now, let's make up; you'll always find me a dutiful husband, +and if I ever flog you, then my name's not Jerry.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Jasper</span> from the cottage, with a basket; <span class="smcap">Peasants</span> following +with fruit.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Come, let us have breakfast in the open air—help me +to arrange the table.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Breakfast! Oh, true, I've a powerful appetite.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Assists.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] What is to be done? I have not a moment +to lose; my father is stern and unyielding—I know his temper +too well, to hope that my entreaties will prevail with him—the +farmer is rich, and gold is a powerful tempter. I must be gone—follow +Lenox, and in disguise, to avoid this hateful match. +I'll in, whilst unobserved.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Enters the cottage.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Come, sit down, farmer and neighbours; and you, my +pretty lads and lasses, let's have a dance. Ah, here is a foraging +party.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Enter <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="hangindent"><i>Party dance—several pastoral and fancy dances—and as the whole +company retires, <span class="smcap">Christine</span> comes from the cottage with cautious +steps—she is dressed in a frock coat, pantaloons and hat.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_653" id="Page_653">[Pg 653]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> They are gone—now to escape. Scenes of my +infancy—of many a happy hour, farewell! Oh, farewell, +forever!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> and <span class="smcap">Jerry</span> return.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> She refused me plumply.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Impossible!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> No, it's quite possible. Farmer, said she, I will <i>not</i> +marry you—and hang me if there's any joke in that.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Refuse an honest man? A wealthy one, too? And +one whom her father gives to her? Trifling girl! Insensible to her +happiness and interest. What objections had she to you, farmer?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Objections! Oh, none in the world, only she wouldn't +marry me; she didn't seem struck at all with my person.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Mere coyness—maiden bashfulness.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> So I thought, sergeant Jasper, and was going to give +her a little kiss, when she gave me such a look, and such a push, +as quite astounded me.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> I will seek and expostulate with the stubborn girl. +Ah, Jerry, times have strangely altered, when young women +choose husbands for themselves, with as much ease and indifference, +as a ribbon for their bonnet.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Enters the cottage.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> So they do—the little independent creatures as they +are—but what Miss Crissy could see in me to refuse, hang me if I +can tell. I'm call'd as sprightly a fellow as any in our county, +and up to everything—always ready for fun, and perfectly good-natured.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Enter <span class="smcap">Jasper</span> from the cottage, agitated.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> She is nowhere to be found—she has gone off and +left her poor old father. In her room, I found these lines scrawled +with a pencil: "You have driven your daughter from you, by +urging a match that was hateful to her. Was her happiness not +worth consulting?" What's to be done? Where has she gone? +Ah, a light breaks in upon me—to the camp—to the camp!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Oho! I smell a rat too—she's gone after Mr. Lenox, the +infantry ossifer. Oh, the young jade! But come along, old soger—get +your hat and cane, and we'll go arter her—I'm a magistrate, +and will bring her back by a habes corpus.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>They enter the cottage.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i>A Wood.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Christine</span> in haste, looking back with fear.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> On, on, or I shall be pursued and o'ertaken—I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_654" id="Page_654">[Pg 654]</a></span> +have lost my way. Ah, yonder is the camp—I see the flags and +tents—a short time and I shall be with you, dear Lenox.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Jasper</span>, <span class="smcap">Jerry</span> and <span class="smcap">Peasants</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> We're on the right track, farmer; I know all tracks—used +to 'em when I hunt 'possums.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Cruel girl! to desert her old father, who has ever +been kind and affectionate.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Cruel girl! to desert me, who intended to be so very +affectionate, if he had given me a chance.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> We cannot be far from the outposts, let us continue +our search.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + + +<p class="hangindent"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <i>A Camp. A row of tents in the rear with camp flags at +equal distances; on the right wing is a neat marquee, and directly +opposite to it another. Sentinels on duty at each marquee.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter from the marquee, <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> and <span class="smcap">Adela</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> I never was more surprised! just when I had brush'd +up my arms, and prepared to meet the enemy, who should I find +in camp but you, my old hoyden scholar. Why Adela, you have +grown nearly as tall as a grenadier, and as pretty—zounds, I +would kiss you, if I dare.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> I am delighted to see you, dear Lenox; you are still +as gay and amiable as when you taught your little Adela to conjugate +verbs, and murder French; I heard of your gallantry and +wounds, and imagined I should see you limping on crutches, with +a green patch over one eye, and a wreath of laurel around your +head, a kind of limping, one-eyed cupid; but I find you recovered +from your wounds, and ready for new ones, my soldier.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Bravo! the little skipping girl, who was once so full of +mischief, has grown a tall and beautiful woman. But what +brings you to camp, Adela? What have you to do with "guns +and drums? heaven save the mark!"</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Why, my father wrote for me, expecting that the +campaign was drawing to a close; but scarcely had I arrived +here, when intelligence reached us that the enemy, in force, had +occupied a position near Chippewa; it was too late to return, so I +remained to see a little skirmishing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_655" id="Page_655">[Pg 655]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> And are you prepared to endure the privations of a +camp?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Oh, it is delightful! it is something out of the common +order of things, something new—such echoing of bugles—glistening +of fire-arms, and nodding of plumes—such marchings and +countermarchings—and such pretty officers too, Lenox; but +then a terrible accident happened to me the other day.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Aye, what was it?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Why you must know, that I accompanied my father, +who with his suite, and a small detachment, went out on a reconnoitering +project.—Just as we <i>debouched</i> from the wood, according +to the military phrase, we came suddenly and unexpectedly +on a foraging party of the enemy, who began to fight +and retreat at the same time.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Well?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> My horse happening to be an old trooper, the moment +the bugles sounded, and he heard the prattle of the small arms, +he dashed in amongst them, and there was I screaming in a most +delightful style, which, by some, must have been mistaken for a +war-whoop, and to mend the matter, a very polite and accomplished +Indian took aim at me with his rifle, and actually shot +away the plume from my hat, which, I dare say, was as valuable +a prize to him as I should have been.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> And how did you escape from your perilous situation?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Oh, I soon recovered my fright, and reined in my old +horse; my father and a few soldiers cut in before me, and covered +my retreat, so that in the conclusion of this little affair, I gained +a feather in my cap, though the enemy carried off the plume; +and I found myself at last on the field of battle, as cool as any +hero in the army.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> And so, my lively Adela, you have been fairly introduced +to Mars and Bellona; how do you like them?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Prodigiously. I find, after all, that courage is something +like a cold bath; take the first plunge, and all is over. Lord, +Lenox, how delightful it would have been, had I been armed and +fought gallantly in that affair; my name would have been immortalized +like Joan of Arc's. Congress would have voted me a +medal, I should have had a public dinner at Tammany-Hall, and +his honour the mayor would have made me one of his prettiest +speeches, in presenting me with the freedom of the great city in a +gold box.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_656" id="Page_656">[Pg 656]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> And so, then, you admire a military life?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Oh, I'm in raptures with it! I am a perfect female +Quixote, and would relinquish a thousand dandy beaux for one +brave fellow; and, therefore, Lenox, don't be surprised, if you +should see me going about from tent to tent, chaunting the old +songs of</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza" style="margin-left:-8em;"> +<span class="i0"><i>"Soldier, soldier, marry me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With your fife and drum."</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Christine</span> suddenly appears in the background and surveys the +party with astonishment.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Heavens! what do I see? Lenox, and with a +female so affectionately?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Your spirits charm me, dear Adela, and revive those +feelings for you, that time has impaired, but not destroyed. But +come, let us in and see your worthy father.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Leads her into the tent to the left.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Cruel, unkind, false Lenox! Are these your vows +of constancy? are these your protestations of love? Scarcely +are you free from our cottage, when your vows and pledges are +but air. Wretched Christine! what will become of you? I have +deserted my father's house to avoid a hateful match, and seek +the protection of the man I love; he is false, and I am lost. +What's to be done? Return home a penitent, and meet the frowns +of my father, and be wedded to the man I hate? Never. Seek out +Lenox, and upbraid him with his falsehood? No, pride and +wounded honour will not permit me. Let him go—he is a wretch +who trifles with the affections of a woman. I care not what becomes +of me, despair is all that I have left. Ha! a thought strikes +me with the lightning's force—the army—I will enlist—this disguise +is favourable, and in the battle's rage, seek that death which +quickly awaits me—'tis resolved. [<i><span class="smcap">Corporal</span> passes over the +stage.</i>] Hist, corporal.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Well, my lad, what would ye?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> I would enlist, good corporal, and serve my +country.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Enlist! As a drummer or fifer, I suppose.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> No; in the ranks—and though small, you will +find me capable. Give me your musket. [<i><span class="smcap">Christine</span> takes the +musket, shoulders, presents, and goes through a few motions.</i>]<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_657" id="Page_657">[Pg 657]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Well done, my little fellow; you'll do, if it's only +for a fugelman; come along to our sergeant, and receive the +bounty.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Now, Lenox, now am I fully revenged for your +cruel desertion.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Follows.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>End of the First Act.</i></p> + + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_II" id="ACT_II"></a>ACT II.</h2> + + +<p class="hangindent"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I. <i>York, in Upper Canada; a Tavern meanly furnished.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">LaRole</span>, in pursuit of the chambermaid.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Come here, you littel demoiselle—you bootiful +sauvage, vy you run vay from me—hay?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Maid.</span> I wish you would let me alone, mounsure, you officers' +gentlemen are very disagreeable things.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Disagreeable? ma foi! I am one joli garçon, one +pretti batchelor; disagreeable? I vill tell you, ma belle grizette, +I am maître de mode, I give de leçons for dance, to speake de +English, and de Française aussi; I can fence, aha! or fight de duel, +or de enemi, je suis un soldat.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Maid.</span> Well, if you're a soldier, you have no business to be +following me up and down the house like a pet lamb. Why don't +you go to camp?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Camp? vat is de camp? Oho, le champ de bataille; +I shall tell you, mademoiselle, I did fight at the bataille de +Vittoria, com un diable, like littel devil. I did kill beaucoup +d'Anglais. Mai my maître, le capitain, he did give me a dam +tump on my head wis his rapier, and did knock me down from on +top of my horse, and make a me von prisonier.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Maid.</span> Poor fellow! And so, mounsure, you were made prisoner?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Oui, ven I could not run avay, begar I surrender +like von brave homme, and now I am jentiman to capitain +Pendragoon; I do brus his coat, poudre his hair, and pull his +corset tight, and ven he was order to come to Amérique, and fight +wis de Yankee Doodel, begar me come too. I arrive ici, I am +here, to make a littel de love to you.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Maid.</span> Well now, once for all, I tell you not to be following +me; I don't like Frenchmen—I can't parlyvoo.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> You no like de Frenchiman? O quell barbare! vy +you ave von abominable goût, mademoiselle, von shockin taste.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_658" id="Page_658">[Pg 658]</a></span> +I shall tell you, mademoiselle, en my contree, en France, de +ladies are ver fond of me. O beaucoup, I am so charmant—so +aimable, and so jentee, I have three five sweetheart, ami de cœur, +mai for all dat I do love you ver mush, par example.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Maid.</span> Let me go! [<i>Bell rings.</i>] There, your master calls you.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Dam de littel bell, I vill not come; mon maître he +always interrupt me ven I make de love to the pretti ladi, he be +jealous, begar I vill not come.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit opposite side.</i></p> + +<p class="hangindent"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Captain Pendragon</span>, dressed in the British uniform, but +in the extreme of fashion—throws himself into a chair.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Oh, curse such roads! My bones are making their +way out of their sockets—such vile, abominable, detestable—Waiter!—If +my friends at Castle Joram only knew the excruciating +fatigues which I am undergoing in this barbarous land—Why, +waiter!—or if his highness the commander-in-chief was only +sensible of my great sacrifices to—Why, waiter! where the devil +are you?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Waiter</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> Here I be, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Why didn't you come when I first called? Do +you think I've got lungs like a hunter? I'm fatigued and hungry. +Get me an anchovy, a toast, and a bottle of old port.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> A what, sir? an ancho—</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Yes, sir, an anchovy—small ones—delicate.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> Why, sir, we don't know what these are in this +country.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> The devil you don't! Then pray, sir, what have +you to eat in this damn'd house fit for a gentleman?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> Why, sir, not much—the army eats us out of house +and home. We have some very excellent fresh bear meat, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Bear meat! Why, what the devil, fellow, do you +take me for a Chickasaw, or an Esquimau? Bear meat! the +honourable captain Pendragon, who never ate anything more +gross than a cutlet at Molly's chop-house, and who lived on +pigeons' livers at Very's, in Paris, offered bear meat in North +America! I'll put that down in my travels.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> Why, sir, it is considered here a great delicacy.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> The devil it is! Then pray, sir, what are your +ordinary fares, if bear's meat is considered a delicacy?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_659" id="Page_659">[Pg 659]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> Why, truly, sir, this is but a young country, and +we have to live upon what we can catch. Pray, would you fancy +some 'possum fat and hominy?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Oh, shocking! begone, fellow—you'll throw me +into a fever with your vile bill of fare. Get me a cup of tea—mix +it, hyson and souchong, with cream and muffins.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Waiter.</span> We can't give you any of those things, sir.—However, +you can have an excellent cup of sage tea, sweetened with +honey.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Sage tea! Why, you rascal, do you intend to +throw me into a perspiration by way of curing my hunger? or +do you take me for a goose or a duck, that you intend stuffing me +with sage? Begone, get out, you little deformed fellow! [<i>Exit +<span class="smcap">Waiter</span>.</i>] I shall perish in this barbarous land—bear meat, 'possum +fat, and sage tea! O dear St. James! I wish I was snug in +my old quarters. LaRole! [<i>Enter <span class="smcap">LaRole</span>.</i>] Where the devil +do you hide yourself in this damn'd house? Why, I shall starve—there's +nothing to eat, fit for a gentleman.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Oui, monsieur, dis is von damn contree, I can find +nosing to eat. I did look into all de pantri, mai parbleu, I find +only a ver pretti demoiselle, mai, I could not eat her.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> We must be off to the camp, LaRole, my quarters +there will be infinitely more agreeable. I shall get the blue +devils in this cursed place.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Vell, sair, I have all de devils ventre bleu, das you +can imagine; dere is no politesse, no respect, nosing paid to me.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> My fit of the blues is coming on me; sing me a +song, LaRole.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> A chanson? Vell, sair, I shall sing to frighten avay +de littel blue devil; vill you I shall sing de English or de Française?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Oh, English, by all means—curse your foreign +lingo.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Ahem! Ahem! you shall understand.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Vat is dis dull town to me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Robin Hadair?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vere is all de joys on earth, dat</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Make dis town</i>—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">[<i>A bugle sounds without.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="indent1">Ha! what is dat? who de devil intrup me in my chanson?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_660" id="Page_660">[Pg 660]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian Chief.</span> [<i>Speaks without.</i>] Have them all ready, with +their rifles and tomahawks in order; [<i>Enters with another +<span class="smcap">Indian</span>.</i>] and you, Coosewatchie, tell our priests to take their +stand on yonder hill, and as my warriors pass them, examine +whether they have fire in their eyes. [<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Indian</span>.</i>] How now, +who have we here?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> [<i>Examining him with his glass.</i>] Where the +devil did this character come from? he's one of the fancy, I +suppose.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Who and what are you?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Who am I? Why, sir, I am the honourable captain +Pendragon, of his majesty's guards, formerly of the buffs.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] The officer who is to be under my command. +Well sir, you have lately arrived from across the great +waters: How did you leave my father, the King of England?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> How! call my most gracious sovereign your +father? Why, sir, you are the most familiar—impertinent—'sdeath! +I shall choke—What the devil do you mean?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> [<i>Coolly.</i>] What should I mean, young man, but to +inquire after the health of my father, who commands my respect, +who has honoured me with his favours, and in whose cause +I am now fighting.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Well, sir, if you have the honour to hold a commission +from his majesty, I desire that you will speak of him with +proper awe, and not call him your father, but your gracious +master.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Young man, the Indian warrior knows no master +but the Great Spirit, whose voice is heard in thunder, and whose +eye is seen in the lightning's flash; free as air, we bow the knee to +no man; our forests are our home, our defence is our arms, our +sustenance the deer and the elk, which we run down. White men +encroach upon our borders, and drive us into war; we raise the +tomahawk against your enemies, because your king has promised +us protection and supplies. We fight for freedom, and in that +cause, the great king and the poor Indian start upon equal terms.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> A very clever spoken fellow, pon honour; I'll +patronise him.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Parbleu, he is von very sensible sauvage; vill you +take von pinch snuff?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Pshaw!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> He say pshaw, I see he is born in de voods.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_661" id="Page_661">[Pg 661]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> And are you prepared to fan these Yankees? +We shall flog them without much fatigue, I understand.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Not so fast, young soldier; these pale-faced enemies +of ours fight with obstinacy; accustomed to a hardy life, to +liberty and laws, they are not willing to relinquish those blessings +on easy terms; if we conquer them, it must be by no moderate +exertions: it will demand force and cunning.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Oh, dry dogs, I suppose, not to be caught napping; +well, I'm up to them, we'll fan them in high style; the +ragged nabobs, I understand, are not far off, and our troops are +in fine preservation.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> True, preparation must be made to meet them. +You are under my orders.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> The devil I am!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Aye, sir; your general, at my request, has ordered you +here to take command of a company of my warriors; but you +must not appear in that dress: change it quickly, or they will not +be commanded by you; they are men, and fight under the orders +of men.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Change my dress! why what the devil do you +mean, sir?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Mean? that you should appear in the ranks like +a warrior, and not like a rabbit trussed for dressing—off with +these garments, which give neither pleasure to the eye nor ease to +the limbs—put on moccasins, wrap a blanket around you, put +rings through your nose and ears, feathers in your head, and +paint yourself like a soldier, with vermilion.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Why, this is the most impertinent and presuming +savage in the wilds of North America. Harkee, sir, I'd have you +to know, that I am a man of fashion, and one of the fancy—formerly +of the buffs, nephew of a peer of the realm, and will be a +member of parliament, in time; an officer of great merit and great +services, Mr.—Red Jacket. Paint my face, and fight without +clothes? I desire, sir, that you will please to take notice, that I +fought at Badahoz with the immortal Wellington, and had the +honour to be wounded, and promoted, and had a medal for my +services in that affair, Mr.—Split-log. Put rings in my nose? +a man of taste, and the <i>ne plus ultra</i> of Bond-street, the very +mirror of fashion and elegance? Sir, I beg you to observe, that +I am not to be treated in this manner—I shall resent this insult. +Damme, I shall report you to the commander-in-chief at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_662" id="Page_662">[Pg 662]</a></span> +Horse Guards, and have you courtmartialled for unfashionable +deportment—Mr.—Walk-in-the-Water.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Come, come, sir, enough of this trifling; I do not +understand it; you have heard my orders—obey them, or, after +the battle, I'll roast you before a slow fire!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> O le barbare! O de dam sauvage! dis is de most +impertinent dog in de vorld. Roast before de fire! Parbleu, +mon maître, ve are not de littel pig.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> I'm horrified! lost in amazement! but I'll resent +it. Damme, I'll caricature him.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Oh, I vish I vas fight encore at Saragossa, vis mi lor +Villainton; par example, I did get some hard tumps, mai I did +get plenti to eat; but ici I ave nosing but de little bear to mange.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Come along—courage, LaRole. We'll fan the +Yankee Doodles in our best style, and then get a furlough, and be +off to White-Hall, and the rings in our noses will afford anecdotes +for the bon-ton for a whole year. Allons.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + + +<p class="gap2 hangindent"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i>The American Camp at daybreak. The drum and +fife plays the reveille. Sentinels on duty before the tents.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Lenox</span> enters from the tent on the right, <span class="smcap">General</span> and <span class="smcap">Adela</span> +from the left.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Good morning, general; you are "stirring with the +lark"—and you also, Adela.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> The times require the utmost vigilance, Lenox: +the enemy cannot escape a battle now, and we must be prepared +at all points to meet him. Decision and energy cannot fail to +promote success.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> And what is to become of me, father, in the battle? +Am I to ride the old trooper again, and run the risk of having the +tip of my nose carried away by a musket ball, and left on the +field of battle in all my glory?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> You shall be taken care of, dear Adela; we will +place you in the rear, among the baggage-wagons.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> And if they should be captured, I become also a prisoner, +and probably a prize to some gallant Indian chief, who will +make me his squaw, and teach me to kill deer. O delightful +thought!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Bugles sound.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> The troops are under arms, and approaching.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_663" id="Page_663">[Pg 663]</a></span></p> + +<p class="hangindent">[<i>Quick march—the <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> and <span class="smcap">Adela</span> pass to the left, +and stand near the tent; the troops advance; <span class="smcap">Christine</span> +is among them, dressed in uniform; they pass round the +stage in regular order, then form the line two deep; <span class="smcap">Christine</span> +is in front on the right, and keeps her eye fixed anxiously +on <span class="smcap">Lenox</span>; drum beats the roll; the troops come to an order, +and then proceed through the manual by the tap of drum, and +finally to a present; the <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Lenox</span>, and other officers +advance, and pass through the line in review; the flags wave, +and the band strikes up "Hail Columbia."</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Well—everything is right. And now, soldiers, to +your posts; remember, discipline, subordination, courage, and +country, and victory will be ours. [<i><span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> and <span class="smcap">Adela</span>, +enter the tent to the left. The troops march off. <span class="smcap">Christine</span> +and a <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>, headed by a <span class="smcap">Corporal</span>, return to relieve +guard at each tent. Port arms and whisper the countersign. +<span class="smcap">Christine</span> is placed before the tent on the right, her comrade +on the left. <span class="smcap">Corporal</span> retires with the two relieved sentries. +After a pause, she beckons to her comrade.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Hist—comrade!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> Well, what is it?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Will you exchange places? There is no difference—and +the sun will be too powerful for me presently. Look, here +is a dollar.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> With all my heart. [<i>They cross quickly, the <span class="smcap">Soldier</span> +receives the money—<span class="smcap">Christine</span> now paces before the tent +into which <span class="smcap">Lenox</span>, <span class="smcap">Adela</span> and the <span class="smcap">General</span> have retired.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Could I but see the false, perfidious <span class="smcap">Lenox</span>, and +upbraid him with his cruelty! [<i>She is in great uneasiness, pauses +occasionally, and looks into the tent—her comrade is watching her. +<span class="smcap">Lenox</span> sings within.</i>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shall the pleasures of life unknown fade away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In viewing those charms so lovely and gay?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall the heart which has breath'd forth rapturous flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be hid from the world and unsought for by fame?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus spoke the fond Roscoe to Scylla the fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he gaz'd on her charms, with a love-soothing care:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hear now the last wish, that fondly I sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll conquer in love, or in battle I'll die.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_664" id="Page_664">[Pg 664]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He girded his armour and flew to the field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Determin'd while life flow'd never to yield;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The foe was subdued, but death's cruel dart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was aim'd at the valiant and fond Roscoe's heart:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the blow was defeated—he lived to enjoy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sight of his Scylla, no longer so coy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his laurels fresh bloom'd, as she smil'd on the youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gave her fair hand in reward for his truth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Ha, that false voice! I can no longer bear it! +[<i>Throws down her gun, and is about entering the tent, when her +comrade, who has been attentively regarding her movements, +rushes over and seizes her.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> Where are you going?</p> + +<p class="indent1 befstagedir"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Unhand me this instant!</p> +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Struggles.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> Guards, there!</p> + +<p class="hangindent"><i>Enter an <span class="smcap">Officer</span> with <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, who attempts to seize <span class="smcap">Christine</span>—she +draws her sword and stands on the defensive, and after some +resistance, escapes.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1 befstagedir"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Pursue him quickly!</p> +<p class="stagedir">[<i><span class="smcap">Soldiers</span> pursue.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> He crosses the bridge.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> The sentinels will reach him with their guns.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Muskets discharged.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> They have him—he is not hurt.</p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Adela</span> and <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> rush from the tent.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> What means this confusion?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">2nd Officer.</span> The sentinel who was placed here on duty, attempted, +for some desperate purpose, to enter your tent; but +being discovered, he refused to surrender, drew his sword on me +and the guard, and, after some resistance, has been disarmed and +secured.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Good heavens! What object could he have had?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">2nd Officer.</span> I know not—but he is a new recruit, probably +a spy from the enemy.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> It must be so—see that a court martial be called to +try him, and bring the result to me without delay. If he is guilty, +a dreadful example shall be made of him. Begone.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, &c.</i></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_665" id="Page_665">[Pg 665]</a></span></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <i>Another Part of the Camp.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Jasper</span>, <span class="smcap">Jerry</span> and <span class="smcap">Peasants</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Nowhere to be found. I have asked everybody in +the camp in vain—she is lost to me. Unhappy, cruel girl! to +quit her old and fond father thus.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Unhappy girl! to leave me in such an ungenteel manner +too, run away from me on my wedding day! but I'll find her +out.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Impossible! we must return, dejected and disappointed.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> I'll peep into every tent, bribe the sogers—I've got a +little money left. [<i><span class="smcap">Jasper</span> and <span class="smcap">Peasants</span> retire. <span class="smcap">Corporal</span> +crosses the stage.</i>] Hist, corporal!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Well, what would you?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Why no, sure—it isn't—yes, it is—why Corporal +Flash, how do you do? Don't you know me?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Can't say I do, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Why, not know Jerry Mayflower? Don't you remember +me at the battle of Queenstown, when you were in the boat +and I on land, and you were crossing to fight Johnny Bull, and +I didn't cross at all?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Oh, I remember you now—I remember calling you +a cowardly rascal at the time.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> So you did—how have you been? I am very glad to +see you—you're not killed, I take it?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> No, not exactly killed—but I was wounded—an +honour which you didn't seem to care much about.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> No, not much; I'm not very ambitious that way.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> What brings you to the camp, just when we are +about having another brush with the enemy—do you want to +run away again? Zounds! you deserve a round hundred at the +halberts.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Yes, I deserve many things that I don't get—but +pray, corporal, mout you have seen a young woman in this here +camp lately?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> Oh, plenty, among the suttlers.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> No, a kind of a pretty girl, a little lady-like, parlyvoos, +and carries her head up straight.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> No—I've seen no such person.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_666" id="Page_666">[Pg 666]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Well, Corporal Flash, I've a little cash, and what say +you to a jug of whiskey punch? Brave men, you know, like you +and I, should drink with one another.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Corporal.</span> With all my heart; you're good for nothing else +but to drink with.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Then come along, my boy; we'll drown care, raise our +spirits, and swallow the enemy in a bumper.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i> +</p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV. <i>A Prison.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two <span class="smcap">Officers</span>, <span class="smcap">Guards</span> and <span class="smcap">Christine</span>. <span class="smcap">Officers</span> seat +themselves at a table, with pens and ink.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">1st Officer.</span> Young man, come forward. You have been +charged with an act of mutiny, and with an attempt, for some +unknown cause, to force your way, with arms in your hand, +into the tent of the commanding general. We are convened for +your trial—we have examined the testimony; and as you are a +stranger in our ranks, no feelings of prejudice could have given a +false colouring to that testimony. What have you to say?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Nothing.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Nothing?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Nothing! [<i>With firmness.</i>] I am guilty!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Have a care, pause before you make this avowal of +your guilt.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>With settled firmness.</i>] I have considered it well, +and am ready to meet the consequences. I am guilty. [<i>With a +burst of anguish.</i>] Oh, most guilty!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Unhappy young man, what could have tempted you +to this act? Who set you on?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Seek not to know the cause, 'tis buried here. Do +your duty—I am prepared for the result.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> [<i>To the Board.</i>] The charge is fully admitted, and +the rules of war prescribe the punishment. The object he had in +view must yet be discovered; 'tis plain, however, that he is a +spy, and has no hope of pardon. Record the verdict and sentence, +for the inspection and concurrence of the general. [<i><span class="smcap">Officer</span> +writes. The company rise from the table, and one approaches +<span class="smcap">Christine</span>, who appears buried in thought.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Young man, I deeply commiserate your unhappy situation, +but the rules of war are rigid, and must be enforced. You +must prepare to die!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_667" id="Page_667">[Pg 667]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>Starts, but recovers herself quickly.</i>] I am ready.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> I would offer you hope, but acts of mutiny, and when +covering such suspicious motives as yours, cannot be pardoned. +You have but a day to live. I deeply regret it, for you appear to +have qualities which, in time, would have made you a valuable +citizen. You are cut off in youth, probably from the hopes of a +fond parent.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>In agony.</i>] Oh, no more—no more!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> All the sympathy and indulgence which can be +offered you shall be yours! Farewell.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Officers</span>, <span class="smcap">Guards</span>, &c.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> At length 'tis concluded, and an ignominious +death terminates my unmerited sufferings. Cruel father! and +still more cruel Lenox! thus to have wounded the heart that +loved you. Oh, what a situation is mine! separated from all I hold +dear, sentenced to die, and in this disguise; to leave my poor +father, and to know that death, alone, can tell my sad story. +What's to be done? Discover all? No, no. Expose my weakness +and folly—to see the false Lenox wedded to another, and I +forced to accept the hand I loathe—to be pointed at for one who, +lost to the delicacy of her sex, followed a perfidious lover in disguise, +and, tortured by jealousy, enlisted, was mutinous, and +sentenced to die; but who, to save a miserable life, avowed her +situation, and recorded her disgrace at once? Never, never! +let me die, and forever be forgotten—'tis but a blow, and it will +end the pangs which torment me here. [<i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>, who +beckons.</i>] I am ready, lead the way.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> V. <i>Another part of the Prison.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Jailor</span>, driving <span class="smcap">Jerry</span> before him.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> In, in, you mutinous dog! do you come here to breed +a riot in our camp?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Now, my dear good-natured jailor, only have pity on +me, and I'll tell you all about it.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> I won't hear you—didn't you breed a riot?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Why no, it was not me. I am as innocent as a young +lamb. I'll tell you how it was—come, sit down on this bench +with me. [<i>They sit.</i>] You must know that I'm a farmer, pretty +well off, as a body mout say, and I wanted a wife; hard by our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_668" id="Page_668">[Pg 668]</a></span> +village, there lived an old soger with a pretty daughter, so I +courted the old man for his daughter, and he consented to the +match.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> Well?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> And so I got together all my neighbours, and, with +music, went to the old soger's to get my sweetheart, when, lo and +behold! after all my trouble, she refused me plump.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> No, did she?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Ay, indeed; she didn't seem stricken with the proposal—and +for fear her father would force her to marry me, egad, +she run away.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> And where did she go?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> I can't say, but her father and a whole <i>posse comitatus</i>, +as we justices call 'em, went in search of her to the camp, and +when I came here, I found some of my old comrades who fought +with me at Queenstown; and so having a little money, we went +to take a comfortable pitcher of whiskey punch together, and so, +while over our cups, they doubted my valour, and hinted that I +run away before the battle.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> Well, and what did you do?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Why, I offered to fight 'em single-handed all round, +and we got into a dispute, and so when my money was all gone, +they tweaked my nose, boxed my ears, and kick'd me out of the +tent. So I then kick'd up a row, and—that's all.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> A very pretty story, indeed! You look like a mutinous +dog—so come, get into the black hole.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Now, my dear jailor, do let me escape, and I'll give +you the prettiest little pig in my farmyard.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> What! bribe an honest and humane jailor, and with a +pig? In with you.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Well, but I've nothing to eat—I shall be half starved.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> Oh no, you shall have something to employ your +grinders on. [<i>Goes out, and returns with a black loaf, and a pitcher +of water.</i>] There!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> O dear, nothing else but black bread and cold water? +Can't you get me a pickle?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> I think you're in a devil of a pickle already—come, +get in! [<i>Removes a board from the scene, which discovers a small +dark hole. <span class="smcap">Jerry</span> supplicates.</i>]</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> How long am I to be here, Mr. Jailor, in company with +myself?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_669" id="Page_669">[Pg 669]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> That depends on your good behaviour. [<i>Cannon are +heard.</i>] There! the battle has commenced.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> [<i>Putting his head out of the hole.</i>] O dear, what's that? +The great guns are going off. Are you sure, my dear jailor, that +this prison is bomb proof?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jailor.</span> Take your head in, you great land turtle.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Oh, what will become of me?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>End of the Second Act.</i></p> + + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_III" id="ACT_III"></a>ACT III.</h2> + + +<p class="center"><i>Scene in front of a pavilion tent; trumpets and drums sounding.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Lenox</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, <span class="smcap">Officers</span>, &c.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> At length victory has crown'd our arms, and the +result of this action will keep alive the spirits of our troops, and +the hopes of our country. Hark! the bugles are sounding a retreat, +and the enemy has abandoned the field and taken to his entrenchments. +Lenox, your hand—your conduct this day has confirmed +our hopes—allow me in the name of our country to thank +you.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Not a word, dear general, not a word; I have merely +done my duty, and done no more than every soldier in our ranks.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> What is the result of this day's action?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> The enemy has lost upwards of 500 in killed and +wounded, and several principal officers have been taken prisoners.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> In what position were they when the attack became +general?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> The British commander, pressed by our artillery +under Towson, issued in all his force from his entrenchments. +It was a gallant sight, to see his solid columns and burnished arms +advance on the margin of the river, and his cavalry, with lightning's +force, dart on our flanks to turn and throw them into confusion: +but they were met by the volunteers under the brave +Porter, and gallantly repulsed.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Go on.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> The enemy then condensed his forces and crossed the +bridge, and was encountered on the plains of Chippewa by Scott, +with his brigade, when the action became severe and general. +No ambuscade or masked batteries were held in reserve—the +enemy was not a moment concealed from our view—no tangled +thicket or umbrageous groves gave effect or facility to our rifles:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_670" id="Page_670">[Pg 670]</a></span> +the battle was fought on a plain—where man grappled man, +force was opposed to force, skill to skill, and eye to eye, in regular, +disciplined, and admirable order.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> How near were you to the British general?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> In sight and hearing. Charge the Yankees! said a +hoarse voice which I knew to be his. Charge away! said our ardent +troops, as they advanced with fixed bayonets; the fire became +dreadful, and our stars and stripes were seen waving in the +blaze. Scott rode through the lines cheering the men, and gallantly +leading them on; Jessup and his third battalion turned +the right flank of the enemy after a dreadful conflict; Ketchum +had kept up a cross and ruinous fire; and Towson, from his +dread artillery, scattered grape like hail amongst them. On, on! +cried Leavenworth, the day's our own, my boys! Just then a +shot struck down my comrade, Harrison, and shattered his leg.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Well?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> He grasped his sword and fought on his stump, clinging +to the spot like fire-eyed Mars; the enemy, pressed on all +sides, gave way; our troops pursued, and the flight became general. +At length we drove them to their entrenchments, and remained +masters of the field. Our trumpets sounded their retreat; +victory perched on our eagles, and our bands struck up the soul-inspiring +air of "Hail, Columbia, happy land!"</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Well done, my brave fellows! This action will +teach the enemy to respect that valour which they cannot subdue. +See that the wounded prisoners are taken care of: give them all +succor: victory loses half its value, when it is not tempered with +mercy.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">General.</span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Now to my dear Christine, to receive from her the +reward which I hope I have fairly earned, and seek with her the +joys of tranquillity and love.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> Towards the conclusion of the battle we made two +Indian warriors prisoners, who were fighting desperately; we +have them with us.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Bring them in; I will examine them, touching the +number and force of their tribe. [<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>, who returns +with <span class="smcap">Pendragon</span> and <span class="smcap">LaRole</span>, with a file of men; both +are painted and dressed as Indians; <span class="smcap">Pendragon</span> preserves +his opera-glass, and <span class="smcap">LaRole</span> his snuff-box.</i>]<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_671" id="Page_671">[Pg 671]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> What are we brought here for, fellow?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Warriors, the fate of battle has placed you in our +power; yet fear nothing, we shall treat you like men and soldiers. +Deeply do we regret to see you take up arms against us, instigated +by foreign influence, and bribed by foreign gold. How +numerous is your tribe?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Why what the devil, sir, do you take us for +Choctaws? Can't you tell a man of fashion in masquerade?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Who and what are you?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> I am the honourable Captain Pendragon, of his +Majesty's Coldstream guards.</p> + +<p class="indent1 befstagedir"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> The <i>honourable</i> Captain Pendragon, and taken prisoner fighting +in the ranks with Indians, and in disguise? A man of rank and fashion, +and a soldier, changing his complexion, his nature and his +character—herding with savages—infuriating their horrid passions, and +whetting their knives and tomahawks against their defenceless prisoners? +Impossible! And who are you, sir?</p> +<p class="stagedir">[<i>To <span class="smcap">LaRole</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> [<i>Taking snuff.</i>] Begar, sair, I am von man of +fashion aussi, I am valet de sham to capitain Pendragoon; ve +are in de masquerade, sair.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> It's very true, sir, 'pon honour—we are in masquerade, +though you look as if you doubt it. War, sir, is a kind of +a—a singular science, and if you are to be knock'd on the head, +'tis of very little consequence whether your nose is tipped with +blue or red, damme. I am in your power, sir, and a man of +fashion, 'pon honour.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Well, sir, if your example is to govern men of honour +or men of fashion, I hope I am ignorant of the attributes of the +one, or the eccentricities of the other. However, mercy to +prisoners, even when they have forfeited mercy, may teach +your nation lessons of toleration and humanity. Your life is +safe, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Sir, you speak very like a gentleman, and I shall +be happy to taste Burgundy with you at the Horse Guards.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> I thank you, sir.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Par example, dis Yankee Doodel is von very pretti +spoken jeune gentiman, I will give him de encouragement. Sair, +I vill be ver happy to serve you en my contree, to take un tasse +de caffee at de Palais Royale en Paris wid you, to dress your hair, +or pull your corset tight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_672" id="Page_672">[Pg 672]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Adela</span> and <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Who have we here?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Prisoners, sir, and in disguise.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> As I live, an Indian dandy!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> A lady? [<i>With an air of fashion.</i>] Ma'am, your +most devoted slave—inexpressibly happy to find a beautiful +creature in this damn'd wilderness. You see, ma'am, I am a kind +of a prisoner, but always at home, always at my ease, <i>à-la-mode</i> +St. James—extremely rejoiced to have the honour of your acquaintance. +A fine girl, LaRole, split me!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Oh, oui, she is very fine, I like her ver mush.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Pray, sir, may I ask how came you to fancy that disguise?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Oh, it's not my fancy, 'pon honour, though I am +one of the fancy; a mere <i>russe de guerre</i>. We on the other side +of the water, have a kind of floating idea that you North Americans +are half savages, and we must fight you after your own +fashion.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> And have you discovered that any difference exists in +the last affair in which you have been engaged?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Why, 'pon my soul, ma'am, this Yankee kind of +warfare is inexpressibly inelegant, without flattery—no order—no +military arrangement—no <i>deploying</i> in solid columns—but a +kind of helter-skelter warfare, like a reel or a country-dance at a +village inn, while the house is on fire.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Indeed?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> All true, I assure you. Why, do you know, +ma'am, that one of your common soldiers was amusing himself +with shooting at me for several minutes, although he saw from +my air, and my dodging, that I was a man of fashion? Monstrous +assurance! wasn't it?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Why ay, it was rather impertinent for a common soldier +to attempt to bring down a man of fashion.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Oui—it is dam impertinent, mai par example, de +littel bullet of von common soldat, he sometime kill von great +general.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Pray, ma'am, will you permit me to ask, when +you arrived from England, and what family has the honour to +boast of so beautiful a representative?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_673" id="Page_673">[Pg 673]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> Sir, I am not of England, I stand on my native soil.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Oh.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> And much as I esteem English women for their many +amiable qualities, I hope that worth and virtue are not wholly +centered in that country.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Why, 'pon my soul, ma'am, though it is not +fashionable this year to be prejudiced, yet were I to admit that +I saw any beauty or elegance in America, my Bond-Street +friends would cut me—split me!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Adela.</span> I cannot admire their candour. Merit is the exclusive +property of no country, and to form a just estimate of our own +advantages, we should be ever prepared to admit the advantages +possessed by others.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> We have surprised and made captive the celebrated +Indian chief, who fought so desperately against us.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Bring him before us. [<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Soldier</span>.</i>] He has long +been the terror of the neighbourhood, and the crafty foe of our +country.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span> with the <span class="smcap">Indian Chief</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Who among you is the chief of these pale-faced enemies +of our race?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> I am he.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> 'Tis well, sir; behold in me your captive, who has +fallen into your power after a resistance becoming a warrior. I +am ready to meet that death which I know awaits me.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Chief, your fears are groundless; we intend you no +harm, but by our example, teach you the blessings of valour and +mercy united.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Wherefore show me mercy? I ask it not of you.—Think +you that I cannot bear the flames? that a warrior shrinks +from the uplifted tomahawk? Try me—try how a great soul can +smile on death. Or do you hope that I will meanly beg a life, +which fate and evil fortune has thrown into your hands?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> We ask no concessions of you, warrior; we wish to +see you sensible of the delusions into which foreign nations have +plunged you. We wish to see you our friend.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Your friend? Call back the times which we passed +in liberty and happiness, when in the tranquil enjoyment of un<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_674" id="Page_674">[Pg 674]</a></span>restrained +freedom we roved through our forests, and only knew +the bears as our enemy; call back our council fires, our fathers +and pious priests; call back our brothers, wives and children, +which cruel white men have destroyed.—Your friend? You came +with the silver smile of peace, and we received you into our +cabins; we hunted for you, toiled for you; our wives and daughters +cherished and protected you; but when your numbers increased, +you rose like wolves upon us, fired our dwellings, drove +off our cattle, sent us in tribes to the wilderness, to seek for shelter; +and now you ask me, while naked and a prisoner, to be your +friend!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> We have not done this, deluded man; your pretended +advocates, over the great waters, have told you this tale.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Alas! it is a true one; I feel it here; 'tis no fiction: +I was the chief of a great and daring tribe, which smiled on death +with indifference and contempt; my cabin was the seat of hospitality +and of love; I was first in council, and first in the field; +my prosperity increased, my prospects brightened; but the white +man came, and all was blasted.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> What has been done, was the result of war.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Wherefore wage war against us? Was not your territory +sufficiently ample, but did you sigh for our possessions? +Were you not satisfied with taking our land from us, but would +you hunt the lords of the soil into the den of the otter? Why drive +to desperation a free and liberal people? Think you I would be +your enemy unless urged by powerful wrongs? No, white man, +no! the Great Spirit whom we worship, is also the God whom you +adore; for friends we cheerfully lay down our lives; but against +foes, our lives are staked with desperation. Had I taken you +prisoner, death should have been your portion; death in cruel +torments. Then why spare me? why spare the man whose knife +was whetted against your life?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> To show, by contrast, the difference of our principles. +You would strike down the captive who implores your +protection: we tender life and liberty to the prisoner, who asks +himself for death.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Is this your vengeance?</p> + +<p class="indent1 befstagedir"><span class="smcap">General.</span> It is. The Great Spirit delights in mercy. Be +thou our friend, warrior; bury thy tomahawk deep in earth; +let not jealous foreigners excite thy vengeance against us; but +living as we do in one territory, let us smoke the calumet of peace,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_675" id="Page_675">[Pg 675]</a></span> +you and all your tribe, and let concord hereafter reign amongst +us.—Be this the token.</p> + +<p class="stagedir"> [<i>Gives a belt of wampum.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span> Brother, I accept the token; forgive my rage, and +pardon my unjust anger. Protect our warriors and wives; guard +their wigwams from destruction; soften their prejudices and remove +their jealousies. Do this, and the red man is your friend. +I have urged you far to end my life: you have tempered your passions +with mercy, and we are no longer foes. Farewell!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole</span> Parbleu, dis general is like von great Roman. I +vill speak von vord pour myself, I vill make de speech like de +sauvage.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">LaRole.</span>] And you, sir, it appears, are in +disguise, unlike a civilized soldier; you have been taken in the +ranks with Indians.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Sair, mon general, you sall here vat I am goin to +say. I am von Frenchiman; in my contree every Frenchiman +he is von soldat.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Well?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Begar, sair, I must fight vid somebody, because it is +my bisness. In de Egypt I did fight 'gainst de Turc; in Europe +I did fight de whole vorld vis de Grand Napoleon, and in Amérique +I did fight against you vid myself. Mais, you take a me de +prisonier, I can fight no more; I vill trow myself on de protection +of dis contree; I vill no more fight contree de Yankee Doodel; +I vill stay here and eat de ros beef vid you, and mon capitain là, +he may go to de devil.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Admirably concluded. And you, sir, what can we +do to lighten your captivity?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> Why sir, if war was not my profession, I'd sell +out; but it's always my maxim to obey orders, whatever they +may be: therefore, shall be happy to have a brush with you in +war, and equally happy to crack a bottle of Burgundy with you +in peace; a flash in the pan in one way, or a puff from a segar in +another; a bullet under the ribs in battle, or a country dance in a +ball-room; all's one to me, if it's only fashionably conducted.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> Well, let's into my tent and partake of some refreshment. +We may not always meet as enemies.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Pendragon.</span> [<i>To <span class="smcap">Adela</span>.</i>] Allow me the felicity of your little +finger. [<i>Aside.</i>] She's struck with my figure, split me! LaRole, +take notice.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Oh, you are de littel devil among de ladies.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_676" id="Page_676">[Pg 676]</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i>A Prison.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Christine</span> seated on a bench; her appearance betrays grief and +despair.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> At length the weary night has passed away, and +day dawns, but brings no joy or comfort to my aching heart. +Alas! alas! Christine, where are all the bright visions thy fond +fancy painted? where is that content and love which gleamed +through the casement of our cottage, when my dear father smiled +on his child, and entwined around her his protecting arms: when +the false Lenox, too, with honeyed lips, and tones soft as zephyrs, +vow'd eternal love? Let me not think of them, or I shall go mad. +Oh, what a contrast! pent up in a vile prison, and in disguise! +condemned to die, and perishing unknown and unprotected. +On the one side, my grave yawns for me; and on the other, a +false lover, and a cruel father, drive me to despair. My brain is +on fire! [<i>Hurries about with rapid strides. Music loud and violent.</i>] +Ha! what is this? [<i>Tears the miniature from around her neck.</i>] +Lenox, these are thy features! thy mild looks beam hope and joy +upon me. [<i>Kisses it.</i>] Could such a face be false? Away with +it! even now he weds another. [<i>Throws the miniature indignantly +from her.</i>] So, 'tis gone, and I am left alone in darkness and +despair. [<i>She stands transfixed with grief—muffled drum rolls—she +starts.</i>] Ha! they come for me! Be firm, my heart!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter an <span class="smcap">Officer</span> and a file of <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Young man, your hour has arrived; the detachment +waits without to receive you.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>Faintly.</i>] I am ready.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Can I serve you in any manner? Is there no letter—no +remembrance that you would wish sent to father or friend?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Oh, forbear!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Soldier.</span> [<i>Picking up the miniature.</i>] See, sir, here is a miniature.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> [<i>Examining it.</i>] By Heavens, they are the features +of Captain Lenox! How came you by this? What! a thief too? +'Tis well your career is cut short.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Oh no, no! Give it me, I implore you; 'tis mine.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> I shall restore it to the rightful owner. Come, we wait.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Lead on. A few fleeting moments, and all my +troubles will be at an end.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_677" id="Page_677">[Pg 677]</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <i>Before the Tent.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, &c., with papers.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> He has not confessed who set him on?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> He has not, but admits the crime.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> [<i>Returning papers.</i>] 'Tis well—see him executed +according to the sentence. Hard and imperious duty, which, at +once, shuts out hope and mercy!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">General</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Now to seek for Lenox, and restore to him his miniature.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + + +<p class="hangindent gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV. <i>The Camp, as in Act I, Scene III; the stage is thrown +open, drums roll, and the procession enters for the execution of +<span class="smcap">Christine</span>; she is in the centre, between the two detachments; +her coat is off, and the stock unloosened from her neck—her step is +firm, until she reaches the tent of <span class="smcap">Lenox</span>, when she clasps her +hands and hangs down her head in despair. Procession makes +the circuit of the stage with slow steps, and when opposite the tent +she kneels; an <span class="smcap">Officer</span> places the bandage over her eyes, and gives +a sign to a detachment of four to advance; they step forward, and +level their muskets at her; at the moment, <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> rushes from the +tent with the miniature in his hand and strikes up their guns.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Hold! for your lives! [<i>Rushes down to <span class="smcap">Christine</span>, +and tears the bandage from her eyes.</i>] 'Tis she! 'tis she! 'tis my +own, my beloved Christine!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Holds her in his arms; she faints.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">2nd Officer.</span> What means this?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Stand off, ye cruel executioners, would you destroy a +woman?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> A woman? Heavens! how did this happen?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">General</span>, <span class="smcap">Adela</span>, <span class="smcap">LaRole</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, &c.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1 befstagedir"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Support her, Adela, support my dear Christine!</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i><span class="smcap">Adela</span> assists.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> [<i>Recovering.</i>] Where am I? [<i>Sees <span class="smcap">Lenox</span> and +<span class="smcap">Adela</span>.</i>] Hide me, save me from that horrid sight!</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Do you not know me, dear Christine?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Traitor, begone! let me die at once! Is she not +your bride?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> No, by Heavens, no! 'tis my early friend, my dear +companion. Could you doubt my love?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_678" id="Page_678">[Pg 678]</a></span></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> Not married? not your betrothed? O Lenox, are +you then faithful?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Lenox.</span> Could Christine doubt my vows?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> I see it all—I have been deceived. Pardon me, +dear Lenox; but driven to despair by your supposed perfidy, I enlisted, +and rushed on my fate—which in a moment (horrid +thought!) would have terminated. But you are true, and I am +happy.</p> + +<p class="stagedir">[<i>Embrace.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">LaRole.</span> Parbleu! it is a littel voman vidout de petticoat. +Suppose she take a me von prisonier, O quell disgrâce!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Jasper</span>, <span class="smcap">Jerry</span> and <span class="smcap">Peasants</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Where is she? where is my daughter?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> My father? I dare not look upon him.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> Come to my arms, dear wanderer. Could you leave +your poor old father thus? You've nearly broke my heart, +Christine.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Christine.</span> My sufferings have been equally severe; but do +you pardon your child?</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jasper.</span> I do—I do! and further prove my love, by making you +happy. Take her, Lenox, she is yours; and never let father attempt +to force his child into a marriage which her heart abhors.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">Jerry.</span> Well, I vow, Miss Crissy, you look very pretty in pantaloons, +and make a fine soger; but after all, I'm glad to have +escaped a wife who wears the breeches before marriage—so I +consent that you shall have the infantry ossifer, because I can't +help it; and so I'll marry Patty, the weaver's daughter, though +she can't crack a bottle nor bring down a buck.</p> + +<p class="indent1"><span class="smcap">General.</span> All things have terminated happily. Our arms +have been triumphant, and our gallant soldiers rewarded with the +approbation of their country. Love has intwined a wreath for +your brows, Lenox, and domestic peace and happiness await you; +and when old age draws on apace, may you remember the +<span class="smcap">Plains of Chippewa</span>, and feel towards Britain as freemen +should feel towards all the world: "<i>Enemies in war—in peace, +friends.</i>"</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Finis.</i></p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's She Would Be a Soldier, by Mordecai Manuel Noah + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHE WOULD BE A SOLDIER *** + +***** This file should be named 29231-h.htm or 29231-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/2/3/29231/ + +Produced by David Starner, Brownfox and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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