All the Chiefs. 
  We are all agreed.—­

(Bohemond and Raymond advance and shake hands in apparent token of agreement.)

[Enter a Greek Messenger.]

Mes. 
  The Persian succors are but one day’s march,
  Beyond the Orontes.—­

God. 
  Why let them come and help to bury then,
  Their Paynim brothers.—­Friends, I give you joy—­
  Curse on my fortune, I do much regret
  The iv’ry tushes of that ruthless boar,
  Will keep me from the contest for fair fame.—­
  Bohemond, you shall lead my Frisons on—­
  And doubt not but you’ll win the prize from Thoulouse.—­

Boh. 
  I thank your grace.

ZEBULON RUDULPH.

Zebulon Rudulph was the second son of Tobias Rudulph, an account of whose family is given elsewhere in this volume.  He was born in Elkton, June 28, 1794.  Though well remembered by some of the older residents of the place of his nativity who knew him when they were young, but little is known of his early life except that he was possessed of a kind heart and an affable disposition; and appears to have been more given to the cultivation of his literary tastes, than to the practice of those utilitarian traits which had they been more highly developed, would have enabled him to have reaped a richer pecuniary harvest than fell to his lot from the cultivation of the others.

For a time in early manhood Mr. Rudulph was engaged in merchandising in Elkton, and subsequently became the first agent of the Philadelphia, Wilmington and Baltimore Railroad Company in that town, which office he held from the time the company commenced business in 1837, until 1840 or ’41, when he removed to Memphis, Tennessee, where in 1847 he published a small volume of 247 pages entitled “Every Man’s Book; or, the Road to Heaven Staked Out; being a Collection of Holy Proofs Alphabetically Arranged as a Text Book for Preachers and Laymen of all Denominations.”  Mr. Rudulph was a Universalist, and the object of the book was to inculcate the tenets of that denomination.

Mr. Rudulph remained in Memphis for a few years and subsequently removed to Izard county, Arkansas, where he died a short time before the commencement of the war of the rebellion.  He was a voluminous writer, and the author of a large number of fugitive poems, many of which are said to have been quite humorous and possessed of much literary merit.  Very few of his poems have been preserved, which is much regretted for the reason that it is highly probable that those extant do not fully set forth the poetical ability of their author.  The following poems except the one entitled “Thoughts on the Death of his grandchild Fanny,” were published in The Elkton Courier nearly half a century ago.

THE SURPRISE.