And when he draws The sword to punish, like relenting Heav'n, He seems unwilling to deface his kind." A few lines later and we find one of the characters drawing a parallel between Tamerlane, otherwise William, and Divinity: "Ere the mid-hour of night, from tent to tent, Unweary'd, thro' the num'rous host he past, Viewing with careful eyes each several quarters; Whilst from his looks, as from Divinity, The soldiers took presage, and cry'd, Lead on, Great Alha, and our emperor, lead on, To victory, and everlasting fame." How changeth the spirit of each age! Imagine Bronson Howard or Augustus Thomas writing a play wherein the President of the United States was brought into such irreverent contact with the Deity.[A] [Footnote A: Yet it cannot be easily forgotten that a certain clergyman, preaching, several years ago, at the funeral of a rich man's son, compared the poor boy to Christ.

And this very ecclesiastic probably looks upon the stage as a monument of sacrilegiousness.] But we need not follow the platitudes of Tamerlane and his companions, nor weep at the sententious wickedness of Bajazet, that ungrateful sovereign typifying Louis Quatorze, King of France, Prince of Gentlemen, and Right Royal Hater of His Protestant Majesty William of Orange.

Heaven rest their souls! and with that pious prayer we may bid them farewell, as "Into the night go one and all.".