SCENE. II.—Interior of the O’Malley’s cell. Enter Tragic Heroine.
TRAGIC HEROINE.—“’Tis he!’tis he! Though how he managed to change his clothes and put on such a nice coat, I can’t imagine. Dearest, awake!”
O’MALLEY.—“Who calls? Is it the boy with the beer? Ha! my own darling. Come to this embroidered waistcoat.”
TRAGIC HEROINE.—“I have agreed to marry ULICK on condition he permits you to escape.”
O’MALLEY.—“Ha! base girl. Would ye onconvenience yourself to save me? Never! I will not consent to your marrying ULICK. Try some other little game, darlint”
TRAGIC HEROINE.—“I will.” [Exit.]
SCENE III.—The castle moat. O’Malley in the ditch standing in a picturesque attitude. The Dutch General stands on the summit of a wall three feet high, and leaning over the battlements—which tower to the height of three inches—hands O’Malley a pardon. Enter Tragic Heroine and everybody else.
TRAGIC HEROINE.—“O’MALLEY. I have saved you. Now save me. I have just married ULICK. Kill him for me.”
ULICK and O’MALLEY accordingly slash each other across the legs with their rapiers. O’MALLEY kills ULICK and embraces the TRAGIC HEROINE. Everybody shouts “Hurroo!” and the curtain falls.
MATADOR.
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[Illustration: EFFECT OF THE PRESIDENT’S PROCLAMATION UPON CERTAIN PARTIES INTERESTED.]
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SARSFIELD YOUNG’S PANORAMA.
PART II.
THE ALPS.
These mountains, which are permanently located in Switzerland, and favorably mentioned in all the geographies, are justly admired by tourists for their grandeur, natural beauty, and good hotel accommodations.
This is a view at sunrise, by one of the early painters. Everything is up, but Mont Blanc is up more than his neighbors. The whole landscape is bathed in the golden glories of the orb of day. A bath in the morning is invigorating indeed.
These Peaks are clustered around in silent majesty. It looks as though the entire PEAK family had come here and settled. These snow-capped summits, wild ravines, mountain torrents, and the series of crags which WILLIAM TELL was in the habit of addressing, are truly soul-inspiring.
Here is a guide with his party. These guides are well-trained men, who never bolt, but always go with their party—the ultramontane. They are of high birth, and descended from the best Alpen Stock.
No one should pass the season in Switzerland without seeing these mountains. They will repay a perusal.
While the prices may not be extravagant enough for Americans, still, those who have scaled these noble elevations may well account the prospect as one of the most striking features of a foreign climb.