David, but all the concealed hatred of Saul; and he lacks not the will, did he possess the power, to assume the sceptre which he considers as his birthright. But a cripple, "wrecked doubly on that fatal Gilboa," he is cut off from action, and left with a wounded spirit and 'a maimed body, to sit and brood, in impotent malevolence, over his affliction and his imaginary wrongs. The cheerful voices and the smiles of others, are oppressive to him, and he has left the banquet that he may not be a witness of happiness which he cannot enjoy. Alone, he contrasts his own condition with the regal splendors of the house of David, and, like the miserable daughter of Cecrops, beholds every thing through the medium of that envy which "cuncta magna facit." Hadad, who, at the banquet, "had refreshed His cup so oft, and spiced it so with vaunts now joins him in expectation that his drink or his passion will disclose his inmost thoughts. Privy to the ambitious desires of Absalom, Hadad has a double purpose in coming to Mephibosheth, to learn something respecting the suc cession to the throne; and, by exacerbating his feelings, to make him subserve the designs of Absalom. Nothing can be more artful and insidious than the address of Hadad to the prince. His counsels are admirably calculated to arouse ambition, awaken confidence, and inspire hatred against the king. Finding his advice fail to excite the prince, he endeavors to move him by his own example, and states his intention to free himself from the thraldom of a hostage, in which character he was held. Mephibosheth is wary, and does not commit himself in any thing; but, in vituperating the luxury of the court, he passes adroitly to Absalom, and, while doing so, sees through the disguised purposes of Hadad, and flings from him in disdain. Absalom now comes in, and learns the subject of their conference, and is exasperated at some hints which Mephibosheth had used respecting Solomon. Love struggles in his breast when he recounts his father's kindness; and he is disposed to attribute any seeming neglect, to the plotting of Joab and Nathan the seer. We discover the tumultuous passions of his breast when Hadad mentions the homage paid to Solomon by the envoys, and describes the workings of his father's face, when the old Chaldee lifted up his hands in wonder at the answers of the son of Bathsheba. Their conference is broken off by the appearance of Nathan. The seer, wondering that Hadad should always avoid him, exclaims, "Nath. Why doth that Syrian shun me? Always thus, He, like a guilty thing, avoids my presence, Closely conferring, whether in the streets, His bright, mysterious eye, seems conscious of me, He turned as he had felt a scorpion; fear Who smothers mortal pain. Fierce, subtle, dark, Among us like an evil angel." We are reminded here of the touch of Ithuriel's spear, in Milton, which causes Satan to assume his real shape, when he sat near Eve in the shape of a toad. The second scene represents King David and the seer conferring about the proposal of Hadad for the hand of Tamar. The prophet dissuades the marriage, for reasons which approve both his piety and his statesmanship; but, when the king is so blinded to the character of his son, that the prudence of man is insufficient to produce conviction, heaven itself interposes, and the spirit of prophecy rests upon the seer. The king is ready to submit to the will of heaven, but, in the unsuspecting nature of a father and an old soldier, is slow to entertain distrust. The hour of sacrifice having arrived, breaks off the conference; and the prophet gives him his blessing and retires. "K. David. Hath she escaped Syria's foul rites, to yield, To an uncircumcised, the heart where faith Of crafty policy! It wears a face O, beware Too like ambition. Geshur cleaves to him; League but Damascus,—with his power in Israel,— "Nath. You know not what you utter. Of bitter anguish, like a monarch's voice! My son my People! Woe, Alas! 1 "K. David. What! hath he not, since fourteen summers old, Hungered and suffered, watched and toiled with me; The third scene introduces us to Tamar, in the garden, by the side of a fountain. She sits musing, while her pure thoughts go up to heaven, like the exhalations of the flowers around her, until she is aroused from her reverie, by the sad strains of music, which always prelude the coming of her lover. Their first interview is so beautiful, that we extract it. "Tamar. How aromatic evening grows! the flowers Spikenard and henna emulate in sweets. Blest hour! which He who fashioned it so fair, So softly glowing, so contemplative, Hath set and sanctified to look on man. And lo! the smoke of evening sacrifice This days offences! Ha! the wonted strain, It seems to flow from some unearthly hand. Enter Hadad. "Had. Does beauteous Tamar view, in this clear fount, Tam. Nay, Hadad, tell me whence Those sad mysterious sounds. Had. What sounds, dear Princess? Tam. Surely thou knowest; and now I almost think Had. I heard no sounds, but such as evening sends Up from the city, to these quiet shades; A blended murmur, sweetly harmonizing With flowing fountains, feathered minstrels, Tam. The sounds I mean Floated like mournful music round my head, Had. When? Tam. Now, as thou camest. Had. 'Tis but thy fancy, wrought The conversation proceeds, and Hadad endeavors to shake her faith by the most artful insinuations. Under the disguise of a compliment, in which he would regard her as the favorite of a naiad, he makes his introduction to a comparison between the Syrian and Jewish theology and worship. Trusting to the tender sympathies of the female heart, he indirectly impugns the benevolence of God, in permitting the introduction of evil; openly assails his punishment of man at the fall and the deluge, as unreasonable; and endeavours to awaken emotions of horror, by contrasting the bloody sacrifices of the temple with the fruits and flowers of the Syrian shrine. "Had. Were we in Syria, I might say The Naiad of the fount, or some sweet nymph, Judah would call me infidel to Moses. Had. Delicious to behold the world at rest, Meek labor wipes his brow, and intermits The curse, to clasp the younglings of his cot; Tam. Ah Hadad, meanest thou to reproach the Friend Had. Is this benevolence?— Nay, loveliest, these things sometimes trouble me; Our Syrians deem each lucid fount and stream, Of man, a spiritual race, allied To him by many sympathies, who seek His happiness, inspire him with gay thoughts, Cool with their waves, and fan him with their airs. O'er them the Spirit of the Universe, Or Soul of Nature, circumfuses all With mild, benevolent, and sunlike radiance; As spirit does the body, till green herbs, Had. These deities, They invocate with cheerful, gentle rites, Tam. Cast not reproach upon the holy altar. Had. I meant not to displease, love; but my soul |