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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. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 1 (of 12) - -Author: William Hazlitt - -Editor: A. R. Waller - Arnold Glover - -Other: W. E. Henley - -Release Date: November 11, 2017 [EBook #55932] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLLECTED WORKS--WILLIAM HAZLITT, VOL 1 *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber's Note:</strong></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>THE</div> - <div>COLLECTED WORKS OF WILLIAM HAZLITT</div> - <div>IN TWELVE VOLUMES</div> - <div class='c002'>VOLUME ONE</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><em>All rights reserved</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_004.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p><em>William Hazlitt.</em><br /><br /><em>Aged 13.<br />from a Miniature on Ivory<br />Painted by his Brother.</em></p> -</div> -</div> - -<div> - <h1 class='c003'><span class='xlarge'>THE COLLECTED WORKS OF</span><br /> WILLIAM HAZLITT</h1> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div><span class='xlarge'>EDITED BY A. R. WALLER AND ARNOLD GLOVER</span></div> - <div class='c004'>WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY</div> - <div><span class='large'>W. E. HENLEY</span></div> - <div class='c004'>❦</div> - <div class='c004'>The Round Table</div> - <div class='c004'>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</div> - <div class='c004'>A Letter to William Gifford, Esq.</div> - <div class='c004'>❦</div> - <div class='c004'>1902</div> - <div><span class='large'>LONDON: J. M. DENT & CO.</span></div> - <div>McCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO.: NEW YORK</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>Edinburgh: T. and A. <span class='sc'>Constable</span>, (late) Printers to Her Majesty</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'>CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table0' summary='CONTENTS'> - <tr> - <th class='c006'></th> - <th class='c007'>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>INTRODUCTION <span class='fss'>BY</span> WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_vii'>vii</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>EDITORS’ PREFACE</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_xxvii'>xxvii</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>THE ROUND TABLE</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_xxix'>xxix</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>CHARACTERS OF SHAKESPEAR’S PLAYS,</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_165'>165</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>A LETTER TO WILLIAM GIFFORD, ESQ.,</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_363'>363</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>NOTES</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_415'>415</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span> - <h2 class='c005'>INTRODUCTION</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Hazlitt’s father, a minister in the Unitarian Church, was the son of -an Antrim dissenter, who had removed to Tipperary; Hazlitt’s -mother was the daughter of a Cambridgeshire yeoman; so that there -is small room for wonder if Hazlitt were all his life distinguished by -a fine pugnaciousness of mind, a fiery courage, an excellent doggedness -of temper, and (not to crack the wind of the poor metaphor) -a brilliancy in the use of his hands unequalled in his time, and since -his time, by any writing Englishman. Of course, he was very much -else; or this monument to his genius would scarce be building, this -draft to his credit would have been drawn for To-Morrow on -To-Day. But, while he lived, his fighting talent was the sole thing -in his various and splendid gift that was evident to the powers that -were; and, inasmuch as he loved nothing so dearly as asserting -himself to the disadvantage of certain superstitions which the said -powers esteemed the very stuff of life, they did their utmost to -dissemble his uncommon merits, and to present him to the world -at large as a person whose morals were deplorable, whose nose was -pimpled, whose mind was lewd, whose character would no more -bear inspection than his English, whose heart and soul and taste were -irremediable, and who, as he persisted in regarding ‘the Corsican -fiend’ as a culmination of human genius and character, must for that -reason especially—(but there were many others)—be execrated as a -public enemy, and stuck in the pillory whenever, in the black malice -of his corrupt and poisonous heart, he sought, by feigning an affection -for Shakespeare, or an interest in metaphysics, to recommend his -vulgar, mean, pernicious personality to the attention of a loyal, -God-fearing, church-going, tax-paying, Pope-and-Pretender-hating -British Public. I cannot say that I regret the very scandalous -attacks that were made on Hazlitt: since, if they had not been, we -<span class='pageno' id='Page_viii'>viii</span>should have lacked some admirable pages in the <cite>Political Essays</cite> and -<cite>The Spirit of the Age</cite>, nor should we now be privileged to rejoice in -the dignified and splendid savagery of the <em>Letter to William Gifford</em>. -And, if I do not regret them for myself and the many who think -with me, still less can I wish them wanting for Hazlitt’s sake; for -if they had been, who shall say how dull and how profitless, how -weary and flat and stale, some years of what he described, in his last -words to his kind, as ‘a happy life’—how mean and beggarly may -not some days in these years have seemed? But there is, after all, -a reason for being rather sorry than not that Hazlitt’s polemic was -so brilliant, his young conviction so unalterably constant, his example so -detestable as it seemed to the magnificent ruffian in <cite>Blackwood</cite> -and the infinitely spiteful underling in <cite>The Quarterly</cite>. The British -Public of those days was a good, hard-hitting, hard-drinking, hard-living -lot; and, in the matter of letters, there was no guile in it. It -read its Campbell, its Rogers, its Moore, its Hook and Egan and -Jon Bee; it accepted its convinced and pedantic sycophant in -Southey, its gay, light-hearted protestant in Leigh Hunt; it -nibbled at its Wordsworth, knew not what to make of its Coleridge, -swallowed its Cobbett (that prince of pugilists) as its morning rasher -and toast; it made much of Hone, yet was far from contemptuous of -Westmacott; it laid itself open to its Scott and its Byron, Michael -and Satan, the Angel of Acceptance and the Angel of Revolt. -Withal it was essentially a Tory Public: a public long practised in -fearing God and honouring the King; with half an ear for Major -Cartwright and his like, and a whole mind for the story of Randal -and Cribb; honestly and jovially proud of Nelson and ‘The Duke,’ -but neither loving the Emperor nor seeking to understand him. -Now, to Hazlitt the Revolution was humanity <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">in excelsis</span></i>, while the -Emperor, being democracy incarnate, and so a complete expression -of character and human genius, was as his god. Gifford, then, and -Wilson, had small difficulty in blasting Hazlitt’s fame, and in so far -ruining Hazlitt’s chance that ’tis but now, after some seventy years, -that he takes his place in literary history as the hero of a Complete -Edition. In the meanwhile he has had praise, and praise again. -But it has come ever from the few, and he has yet to be considered -of the general as a critic of many elements in human activity, a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span>master of his mother-tongue, and one, and that one not the least, in -an epoch illustrious in the achievement of Keats and Shelley and -Wordsworth, the inimitable Cobbett, Byron and Sir Walter, -Coleridge, the Arch-Potency (who, ‘prone on the flood’ of failure, -ever ‘lies floating many a rood’), and the thrice-beloved Lamb.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>I</h3> - -<p class='c011'>The elder Hazlitt was trained in Glasgow. A man of spirit and -understanding, an active and a vigilant minister, he married Grace -Loftus, the Wisbech yeoman’s daughter, in 1766; and in 1778 (he -being much older than she), the last of their children, their son -William, was born to them at Maidstone. Five years later this son -accompanied his parents to Philadelphia. There the elder Hazlitt -preached and lectured for some fifteen months; but in 1786–87, -having meanwhile established the earliest Unitarian church in America, -he returned to England, and settled at Wem, in Shropshire, which -was practically Hazlitt’s first taste of native earth. A precocious -youngster, well grounded by his father, himself a man of parts and -reading,<a id='r1' /><a href='#f1' class='c012'><sup>[1]</sup></a> he was responsible as early as 1792 for a <cite>New Theory of -Criminal and Civil Jurisprudence</cite>, and at fifteen he went to the -Unitarian College at Hackney, there to study for the ministry. But -his mind changed. In the meantime he learned something of literature, -something of metaphysics, something of painting, something (I -doubt not) of life; the Revolution blazed out, Bonaparte fell falconwise -upon Austrian Italy, and approved himself the greatest captain -since Marlborough; there was a strong unrest in time and the destiny -of man; the ambitions of life were changed, the possibilities and conditions -of life transformed. The skies thrilled with the dawn of a -new day, and Hazlitt: already, it is fair to conjecture, at grips with -that potent and implacable devil of sex which possessed him so -vigorously for so many years; already, too, the devout and militant -Radical, the fanatic of Bonaparte, he remained till the end: was no -longer for the pulpit. And at this moment existence was transfigured -<span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span>for him also. In the January of 1798, Coleridge, that embodied Inspiration, -visited the elder Hazlitt at Wem, and preached his last -(Unitarian) sermon in the chapel there. He was at his best, his -freshest, his most copious, his most expressive and persuasive; he -had the poet’s eye, the poet’s mouth, the poet’s voice, impulse, -authority, style; he had already ‘fed on honey-dew, and drunk the -milk of Paradise’; and he carried Hazlitt clean off his legs. To -the sombre, personal, scarce lettered but very thoughtful youth this -voluble and affecting Apparition was the bearer of a revelation. -He listened to Coleridge as to a John Baptist. He dared to talk -metaphysics, and was so far rewarded for his valour as to be encouraged -to persevere.<a id='r2' /><a href='#f2' class='c012'><sup>[2]</sup></a> What was of vastly greater importance, he -was asked to Stowey in the spring of the same year: an event from -which he dated the true beginnings of his intellectual life.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In that centre of enchantment he stayed three weeks. It was a -Golden Year. Hazlitt was drunk throughout with what I should -like to call Neophytism. Coleridge was magnificent—elusive, -archimagian, irresistible; Wordsworth was opinionated but sublime; -at intervals, as in Sir Richard Burton’s <cite>Thousand Nights and a Night</cite>, -they ‘repeated the following verses.’ It was a time—O, but it -was a time! A time of ecstasy: ‘When proud-pied April was in -all his trim,’ and even ‘heavy Saturn’ must have laughed, if only to -keep his yoke-fellow, Wordsworth, in company; Wordsworth with -his thick airs, and his luminous Belt, and his dull but steady-going -group of Moons! A time of gold, I say; yet had it a most strange -outcome. In 1798 Coleridge and Wordsworth were Revolutionaries -in everything: they looked to France for liberty, for change, for a -shining and enduring example. Hazlitt was with them now and -here: his also was a revolutionary soul, he also was of a mind with -Danton, he also looked to France for leading and light, he also held -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span>the assault delivered upon France for an assault against Freedom. -But Coleridge and Wordsworth changed their minds, and readjusted -their points of view; and he did not. They loved not Bonaparte; -and he did. And the end of it was that, so far as I know, he never -wrote with so ripe and sensual a gust: not even, to my mind, when -he was merely annihilating Gifford: as when, long years after Nether-Stowey, -he broke in upon the strong, solid hold of Wordsworth’s -egotism, and tore to tatters—tatters which he flung upon the wind—the -old, greasy prophet’s mantle,<a id='r3' /><a href='#f3' class='c012'><sup>[3]</sup></a> which Coleridge had sported to so -little purpose for so many years. To Hazlitt, the dissenter born, -the deeply brooding, the inflexible—to Hazlitt, I say, these Twin-Stars -of the Romantic Movement were common turn-coats; and he -dealt with them on occasion as he thought fit. But he never lost -his interest in them; and when it comes to a comparison between -Wordsworth, the renegade, and Byron, the leader of storming-parties, -the captain of forlorn-hopes, then is his idiosyncrasy revealed. -He hacks and stabs, he jibes and sneers and denies, till there is no -Byron left, and the sole poet of the century is the ‘gentlemanly -creature—reads nothing but his own poetry, I believe,’—whose best -passages, in a moment of supreme geniality, he once likened, not to -their advantage, to those of ‘the classic Akenside.’</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>II</h3> - -<p class='c011'>It was from Nether-Stowey that Hazlitt dated his regard for -poetry. But if literature came late to him, as (his father’s office and -his own metaphysical inklings aiding) it did, he ever cherished a -pure and ardent passion for it, once it had come. Yet he was by no -means widely read, and in his last years seldom finished a new book. -First and last, indeed, he was a man of few books and fewer authors. -Shakespeare, Burke, Cervantes, Rabelais, Milton, the <cite>Decameron</cite>, the -<cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Nouvelle Héloïse</span></cite> and the <cite>Confessions</cite>, Richardson’s epics of the parlour -and Fielding’s epics of the road—these things and their kind he read -intensely; and, when it pleased him to speak of them, it was ever in -the terms of understanding and regard. Yet it was long ere he had -any thought of writing; and it was necessity alone that made him a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span>man of letters. In the beginning, the Pulpit proving impossible, he -turned to painting for a career, and, after certain studies, presumably -under his elder brother John,<a id='r4' /><a href='#f4' class='c012'><sup>[4]</sup></a> and possibly under Northcote, he -went to the Paris of the First Consul, and painted there for some -four months in a Louvre which the thrift of Bonaparte had -stored with the choicest plunder in Italian Art. I know not whether -or no he could ever have been a painter. Haydon, who neither -loved nor understood him, and was, besides, a man who could greatly -dare and ‘toil terribly’—Haydon says that he was at once too lazy -and too timid ever to succeed in painting: an art in which, as -Haydon showed, and as Millet was presently to say, ‘You must flay -yourself alive, and give your skin.’<a id='r5' /><a href='#f5' class='c012'><sup>[5]</sup></a> I do not think that Hazlitt was -daunted by what may be called the painfulness of painting; for in -letters he was soon enough to prove that he had in him to face a -world in arms, and to tincture his writings, if need were, with the -best blood of his heart. In any case, after divers essays at copying -in the Louvre,<a id='r6' /><a href='#f6' class='c012'><sup>[6]</sup></a> and certain attempts at portraiture on his return to -England,<a id='r7' /><a href='#f7' class='c012'><sup>[7]</sup></a> he found that he could not excel; that, in fact, he was -neither Titian nor Rembrandt, nor could he even be Sir Joshua. So -he painted no more, but went on <em>reading</em> certain painters: very much, I -assume, as he went on taking certain authors; because he loved them -for themselves, and found emotions—and not only emotions, but -sensations<a id='r8' /><a href='#f8' class='c012'><sup>[8]</sup></a>—in them.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xiii'>xiii</span>His ideals are Claude, Rembrandt, Raphael, Poussin, Titian; -he gives you very gentlemanly and intelligent estimates of Watteau -and Velasquez; he has an eye—a right one—for Rubens and -Van Dyck; he exults in Jan Steen, has words of worth for -Ruysdael and Hobbima, and gives Turner as neat a <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">croc-en-jambe</span></i> as -you could wish to see. But, despite his training and his gift, he is -no more in advance of his age than the best of us here and now. -To him the Carraccis and Salvator are <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sommités</span></i> of a kind; if, so far -as I remember, he will have nought to do with Carlo Dolci, he will -not do without his Guido; I have read no word of his on Lawrence, -no word of his on Constable, none on Morland; on Hogarth he is -chiefly literary, on Turner not much more than diabolically ingenious. -Wisely or not, he took pictures as he took books: they might be -few, but they must be good; and, not only good but, of (as he -believed) the best. If they were not, or if they were new, he drew -them not to his heart, nor adorned the chambers of his mind with -them. Those chambers were filled with good things long since done. -To him, then, what were the best things doing? It was his habit -to take the good thing on; savour its excellences to their last -sucket; meditate it strictly, jealously, privily, longingly; say, if it -must be so, a few last words about it—some for the painter, more for -the man of letters;<a id='r9' /><a href='#f9' class='c012'><sup>[9]</sup></a> and then...? Well, then he accepted the -situation. I do not know that he cared much for Keats; I do -know that he found Shelley impossible, that he was never an -exalted Wordsworthian, and that he hesitated—(ever so little, but he -hesitated!)—even at Charles Lamb. Politics and all, in truth, he -was a prophet who adored the past, and had but an infidel eye for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xiv'>xiv</span>the promise of the years. He was interested only in the highest -achievement; and to be the highest even that must lie behind him. -Thus, Fielding was good, and Rubens; Sir Joshua was good, and -so were Richardson and Smollett; so, likewise, Shakespeare was -good, and Raphael and Titian were good—these with Milton and -Rembrandt, and Burke and Rousseau and Boccaccio; and it was -well. Well with them, and well—especially well!—with him: they -had achieved, and here was he, the perfect lover, to whom their -achievement was as an enchanted garden, a Prospero’s Island abounding -in romantic and inspiring chances, unending marvels, miracles of -vision and solace and pure, perennial delight. And if these, the -‘Thrones, Dominations, Powers,’ had done their work, and were -venerable in it, so also in their degrees and sorts had Congreve and -Watteau, Sir Thomas Browne and Sir Anthony Van Dyck, -Wycherley and Jordaens; so had even Salvator and John Buncle. -In dealing with painters, and with purely painters’ pictures, Hazlitt -generally strikes a right note.<a id='r10' /><a href='#f10' class='c012'><sup>[10]</sup></a> But the man of letters in him is -inevitably first; and ’tis not insignificant that some of the ‘crack -passages’ in his writings about pictures are rhapsodies about places—Burleigh -or Oxford—or pieces of pure literature like that very -human and ingenious essay ‘On the Pleasures of Painting,’ which -is one of the best good things in <cite>Table Talk</cite>.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>III</h3> - -<p class='c011'>So Hazlitt the painter was gathered to his fathers, and in his stead -a Hazlitt reigned about whom the world knows little worth the -telling: a Hazlitt who abridged philosophers, and made grammars, -and compiled anthologies; a married and domesticated Hazlitt; a -Hazlitt with a son and heir, and a wife who seems to have cared as -little for his works and him as, in the long run, he assuredly cared -for her company and her. The lady’s name was Stoddart; she -was a brisk, inconsequent, unsexual sort of person—a friend of Mary -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xv'>xv</span>Lamb; and, like the only Mrs. Pecksniff, ‘she had a small -property.’ It was situate at Winterslow, certain miles from -Salisbury, and Hazlitt, who loved the neighbourhood, and clung -to it till the end, has so far illustrated the name that, if there could -ever be a Hazlitt Cult, the place would instantly become a shrine. -It was a cottage, within easy walking distance of Wilton and -Stonehenge; and in 1812 the Hazlitts, who were made one in -1808, departed it—it and the well-beloved woods of Norman -Court—for 19 York Street, Westminster.<a id='r11' /><a href='#f11' class='c012'><sup>[11]</sup></a> Hence it was that he -issued to deliver his first course of lectures;<a id='r12' /><a href='#f12' class='c012'><sup>[12]</sup></a> and here it was that -he entertained those friends he had, made himself a reputation by -writing in papers and magazines, drank hard, and cured himself of -drinking, and long ere the end came found his wife insufferable. In -the beginning he worked in the Reporters’ Gallery, where he made -notes (in long hand) for <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite>, and learned to take -more liquor than was good for him.<a id='r13' /><a href='#f13' class='c012'><sup>[13]</sup></a> In this same journal he -printed some of his best political work, and broke ground as a -critic of acting; and he left it only because he could not help -quarrelling with its proprietors.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Another stand-by of his was <cite>The Champion</cite>, to his work in which -he owed a not unprofitable connexion with <cite>The Edinburgh</cite>; yet -another, <cite>The Examiner</cite>, to which, with much dramatic criticism, he -contributed, at Leigh Hunt’s suggestion, the set of essays reprinted -as <cite>The Round Table</cite>, and in which he may therefore be said to have -discovered his avocation, and given the measure of his best quality. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xvi'>xvi</span>Then, in 1817, he published his <cite>Characters of Shakespeare</cite>, which he -dedicated to Charles Lamb; in 1818 he reprinted a series of lectures -(at the Surrey Institute) on the English poets;<a id='r14' /><a href='#f14' class='c012'><sup>[14]</sup></a> in 1819–20 he -delivered from the same platform two courses more—on the Comic -Writers and the Age of Elizabeth. He wrote for <cite>The Liberal</cite>, <cite>The -Yellow Dwarf</cite>, <cite>The London Magazine</cite>—(to which he may very well -have introduced the unknown Elia)—<cite>Colburn’s New Monthly</cite>; he -returned to the <cite>Chronicle</cite> in 1824; in 1825 he published <cite>The -Spirit of the Age</cite>, in 1826 <cite>The Plain Speaker</cite>, the <cite>Boswell Redivivus</cite> -in 1827; and in this last year he set to work, at Winterslow, on a -life of Napoleon. That was the beginning of the end. He had no -turn for history, nor none for research; his methods were personal, -his results singular and brief; he was as it were an accidental writer, -whose true material was in himself. His health broke, and worsened; -his publishers went bankrupt; he lost the best part of the £500 -which he had hoped to earn by his work; and though, consulting -none but anti-English authorities, he lived to complete a book containing -much strong thinking and not a few striking passages, it was a -thing foredoomed to failure: a matter in which the nation, still hating -its tremendous enemy, and still rejoicing in the man and the battle -which had brought him to the ground, would not, and could not take -an interest. Two volumes were published in 1828 (Sir Walter’s -<cite>Napoleon</cite> appeared in 1827), and two more in 1830; but the work of -writing them killed the writer.<a id='r15' /><a href='#f15' class='c012'><sup>[15]</sup></a> His digestion, always feeble, was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xvii'>xvii</span>ruined; and in the September of 1830 he died. He was largely, I -should say, a sacrifice to tea, which he drank, in vast quantities, of -extraordinary strength. However this be, his ending was (as he’d -have loved to put it) ‘as a Chrissom child’s.’<a id='r16' /><a href='#f16' class='c012'><sup>[16]</sup></a></p> - -<h3 class='c010'>IV</h3> - -<p class='c011'>Thus much, thus all-too little, of his course in print. For his -life, despite his many ‘bursts of confidence,’ the admissions of his -grandson, and the discoveries of such friends as Patmore, the half -of it, I think, has to be told to us. This was not his fault, for -he was in no sense secretive: he would no more lie about himself -than he would lie about Southey or Gifford. His trick of drinking -was, while it lasted, public; he proclaimed with all his lungs his -frank and full approval of the fundamentals of the Revolution and his -preference of Bonaparte before all the Kings in Europe; he despised -Shelley the politician, and rejected Shelley the poet, and he cherished -and made the most he could of his resentment against Coleridge and -Wordsworth, though his disdain for concealment perilled his friendship -with Lamb, and well nigh cost him the far more facile regard of -Leigh Hunt; while, as for Byron, he so bitterly resented the ‘noble -Lord’s’ pre-eminency that he made no difference, strongly as he -contemned the Laureate, between the Laureate’s <cite>Vision of Judgment</cite>, -a piece of English verse immortal by the sheer force of its absurdity, -and that other <cite>Vision of Judgment</cite>, which is one of the great -things in English poetry. ’Twas much the same in life. Poor -Mrs. Hazlitt, though she was well-read, of no account as an housekeeper, -‘fond of incongruous finery,’ and capable of child-bearing -withal, was, one may take for granted, not distinguished as a woman. -Now, her husband, thinker as he approved himself, was very much of -a male. Who runs may read of his early loves—Miss Railton and -the rest; ’tis history—at any rate ’tis history according to Wordsworth<a id='r17' /><a href='#f17' class='c012'><sup>[17]</sup></a>—that -once, in Lakeland, he so dealt with the local beauty -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xviii'>xviii</span>that he came very near to tasting of the local pond; when Patmore -walked home with him to Westminster, after his first lecture in the -Surrey Institute, the wayside nymphs flocked to his encounter, and—(so -Patmore says)—he knew them all;<a id='r18' /><a href='#f18' class='c012'><sup>[18]</sup></a> he has himself recorded the -confession that in the matter of mob-caps and black stockings and red -elbows—in fact, on the score of your maid-servant—he could flourish -a list as long, or thereabouts, as Leporello’s. I know not whether -he lied or spoke the truth;<a id='r19' /><a href='#f19' class='c012'><sup>[19]</sup></a> but I can scarce believe that he lied. I -should rather opine that on this point, as on others, Hazlitt, a gross -and extravagant admirer (be it remembered) of J.-J. Rousseau, -was, and is, entirely credible. We may take it that his veracity is -beyond reproach. But ’tis another matter with his taste; and for -that I can say no more than that I have listened to so many confidences:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>From some we loved, the loveliest and the best</div> - <div class='line'>That from his Vintage rolling Time has pressed:</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>that I hold it for merely unessential.</p> - -<p class='c000'>But the man who habitually hugs his housemaid is, whether he -boast of it or not, no more superior to consequences than another: -especially if he have, as Hazlitt had, an ardent imagination and a -teeming waste of sentiment. And so Hazlitt found. About 1819 -he ceased from consorting with his wife; and in 1820 he lodged with -a tailor, one Walker, in Southampton Buildings, Chancery Lane. -Walker, a most respectable man, had daughters, and one of these, a -girl well broken-in, it would seem, to the ways of ‘gentlemen’—a -girl with a dull eye, a ‘sinuous gait,’ and a habit of sitting on the -knees of ‘gentlemen’; a girl, in fine, who is only to be described by -an old and sane and homely but unquotable designation—this poor -half-harlot took on our Don Juan of the area, and brought him to -utter grief. He looked at passion, as embodied in Sarah Walker, -until it grew to be the world to him; he went about like a man -drunken and dazed, telling the story of his slighted love to anybody -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xix'>xix</span>that would listen to it;<a id='r20' /><a href='#f20' class='c012'><sup>[20]</sup></a> now he raved and was rampant, now was -he soul-stricken and heart-broken; he swore he’d marry Walker -whether she would or not, and to this end he persuaded his wife to -follow him to Edinburgh, and there divorce him—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">pour cause</span></i>, as the -lady and her legal adviser had every reason to believe;<a id='r21' /><a href='#f21' class='c012'><sup>[21]</sup></a> and having -achieved a divorce, which was no divorce in law, and been finally -refused by the young woman in Southampton Buildings, he set to -work assiduously to coin his madness into drachmas, and wrote, always -with Jean-Jacques Rousseau in his eye, that <em>Liber Amoris</em> which the -unknowing reader will find in our Second Volume. It is a book by -no means bad—if you can at all away with it. Indeed, it is unique in -English, and the hundred guineas Hazlitt got for it were uncommonly -well earned. But to away with it at all—that is the difficulty; and, -as it varies with the temperaments of them that read the book, I shall -discourse no more of it, but content myself with noting that, in -writing the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Liber Amoris</span></i>, Hazlitt wrote off Sarah Walker.<a id='r22' /><a href='#f22' class='c012'><sup>[22]</sup></a> He -had been in love with a housemaid, but he had been very much more -in love with his love; and, having wearied all he knew with descriptions -of his feelings, he wrote those feelings down, cleared his system, -and became himself again. ’Twas Goethe’s way, I believe—his and -many another’s; the world will scarce get disaccustomed to it while -there are women and writing men. What distinguishes Hazlitt -from a whole wilderness of self-chroniclers is the fulness of his -revelation. It is extraordinary; but, even so, Rousseau had shown -him the way. And perhaps the simple truth about the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Liber</span></i> is that -it is the best Rousseau—the best and the nearest to the <cite>Confessions</cite>—done -since Rousseau died.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Sarah Hazlitt married no more; but her husband did. In 1824 -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xx'>xx</span>he took to wife a certain Mrs. Bridgewater. She was Scots by birth, -had lived much abroad, had married and buried a Colonel Bridgewater, -was of excellent repute, and had about £300 a year; and -with her new husband and his son by Sarah Stoddart—(who had -an idea that his mother had been wronged, and seems to have been -a most uncomfortable travelling companion)—she toured it awhile in -France and Italy. On the return journey the Hazlitts left her in -Paris; and when the elder, writing from London, asked her when -she purposed to come home to him, she replied that she did not -purpose to come home to him: that, in fact, she had done with -him, and he would see her no more. So far as I know, he never -did; so that, as his grandson says, this second marriage was but -‘an episode.’ Apparently it was the last in his life; for neither -Mrs. Hazlitt attended him in his mortal illness, nor was there any -woman at his bed’s head when he passed.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>V</h3> - -<p class='c011'>It is told of him that he was dark-eyed and dark-haired, slim in -figure, rather slovenly in his habit; that he valued himself on his -effect in evening dress; that his manners were rather ceremonious -than easy; that he had a wonderfully eloquent face, with a mouth -as expressive as Kean’s, and a frown like the Giaour’s own<a id='r23' /><a href='#f23' class='c012'><sup>[23]</sup></a>—that -Giaour whom he did not love. He worshipped women, but was -awkward and afraid with them; he played a good game of fives, and -would walk his forty to fifty miles a day; he would lie a-bed till two -in the afternoon, then rise, dally with his breakfast until eight without -ever moving from his tea-pot and his chair, and go to a theatre, a -bite at the Southampton, and talk till two in the morning.<a id='r24' /><a href='#f24' class='c012'><sup>[24]</sup></a> That he -excelled in talk is beyond all doubt. Witness after witness is here -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxi'>xxi</span>to his wit, his insight, his grip on essentials, his beautiful trick of -paradox, his brilliancy in attack, his desperate defence, his varying, -far-glancing, inextinguishable capacity for expression. And he was -himself—Hazlitt: a man who borrowed nobody’s methods, set no -limits to the field of discussion, nor made other men wonder if this -were no talk but a lecture. He bore no likeness to that ‘great but -useless genius,’ Coleridge: who, beginning well as few begin, lived -ever after ‘on the sound of his own voice’; none to Wordsworth, -whose most inspiring theme was his own poetry; none to Sheridan, -who ‘never oped his mouth but out there flew’ a jest; none to Lamb, -who——But no; I cannot imagine Lamb in talk. Hazlitt himself -has plucked out only a tag or two of Lamb’s mystery; and I own -that, even in the presence of the notes in which he sets down Lamb -as Lamb was to his intimates, I am divided in appreciation between -the pair. Lamb for the unexpected, the incongruous, the profound, -the jest that bred seriousness, the pun that was that and a light upon -dark places, a touch of the dread, the all-disclosing Selene, besides; -Hazlitt for none of these but for himself; and what that was I have -tried to show. Well; Lamb, Coleridge, Sheridan, Hazlitt, Hunt, -Wordsworth—all are dead, tall men of their tongues as they were. -And dead is Burke, and Fox is dead, and Byron, most quizzical of -lords! And of them all there is nothing left but their published -work; and of those that have told us most about some of them, ‘in -their habit as they lived,’ the best and the strictest-seeing, the most -eloquent and the most persuasive, is assuredly Hazlitt. And, being -something of an expert in talk,<a id='r25' /><a href='#f25' class='c012'><sup>[25]</sup></a> I think that, if I could break the -grave and call the great ghosts back to earth for a spell of their -mortal fury, I would begin and end with Lamb and Hazlitt: Lamb -as he always was;<a id='r26' /><a href='#f26' class='c012'><sup>[26]</sup></a> Hazlitt in one of his high and mighty moods, -sweeping life, and letters, and the art of painting, and the nature of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxii'>xxii</span>man, and the curious case of woman (especially the curious case of -woman!) into a rapture of give-and-take, a night-long series of -achievements in consummate speech.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>VI</h3> - -<p class='c011'>Many men, as Coleridge, have written well, and yet talked better -than they wrote. I have named Coleridge, though his talk, prodigious -as it was, in the long run ended in ‘Om-m-mject’ and -‘Sum-m-mject,’ and though, some enchanting and undying verses -apart, his writing, save when it is merely critical, is nowadays of small -account. But, in truth, I have in my mind, rather, two friends, both -dead, of whom one, an artist in letters, lived to conquer the English-speaking -world, while the second, who should, I think, have been the -greater writer, addicted himself to another art, took to letters late in -life, and, having the largest and the most liberal utterance I have -known, was constrained by the very process of composition so to -produce himself that scarce a touch of his delightful, apprehensive, -all-expressing spirit appeared upon his page. I take these two cases -because both are excessive. In the one you had both speech and -writing; in the other you found a rarer brain, a more fanciful and -daring humour, a richer gusto, perhaps a wider knowledge, in any -event a wider charity. And at one point the two met, and that point -was talk. Therein each was pre-eminent, each irresistible, each a -master after his kind, each endowed with a full measure of those gifts -that qualify the talker’s temperament: as voice and eye and laugh, -look and gesture, humour and fantasy, audacity and agility of mind, -a lively and most impudent invention, a copious vocabulary, a right -gift of foolery, a just, inevitable sense of conversational right and -wrong. Well; one wrote like an angel, the other like poor Poll; and -both so far excelled in talk that I can take it on me to say that they -who know them only in print scarce know them at all. ’Twas thus, -I imagine, with Hazlitt. He wrote the best he could; but I see -many reasons to believe that he was very much more brilliant and -convincing at the Southampton than he is in the most convincing and -the most brilliant of his Essays. He was a full man; he had all the -talker’s gifts; he exulted in all kinds of oral opportunities; what -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxiii'>xxiii</span>more is there to say? Sure ’tis the case of all that are born to talk -as well as write. They live their best in talk, and what they write -is but a sop for posterity: a last dying speech and confession (as it -were) to show that not for nothing were they held rare fellows -in their day.</p> - -<p class='c000'>This is not to say that Hazlitt was not an admirable man of -letters. His theories were many, for he was a reality among men, -and so had many interests, and there was none on which he did not -write forcibly, luminously, arrestingly. He had the true sense of -his material, and used the English language as a painter his pigments, -as a musician the varying and abounding tonalities that constitute a -symphonic scheme. His were a beautiful and choice vocabulary, an -excellent ear for cadence, a notable gift of expression. In fact, when -Stevenson was pleased to declare that ‘we are mighty fine fellows, -but we cannot write like William Hazlitt,’ he said no more than the -truth. Whether or not we are mighty fine fellows is a Great -Perhaps; but that none of us, from Stevenson down, can as writers -come near to Hazlitt—this, to me, is merely indubitable. To note -that he now and then writes blank verse is to note that he sometimes -writes impassioned prose;<a id='r27' /><a href='#f27' class='c012'><sup>[27]</sup></a> he misquoted habitually; he was a good -hater, and could be monstrous unfair; he was given to thinking twice, -and his second thoughts were not always better than his first; he -repeated himself as seemed good to him. But in the criticism of -politics, the criticism of letters, the criticism of acting, the criticism -and expression of life,<a id='r28' /><a href='#f28' class='c012'><sup>[28]</sup></a> there is none like him. His politics are not -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxiv'>xxiv</span>mine; I think he is ridiculously mistaken when he contrasts the -Wordsworth of the best things in <cite>The Excursion</cite> with the ‘classic -Akenside’; his <cite>Byron</cite> is the merest petulance; his <cite>Burke</cite> (when he -is in a bad temper with Burke), his <cite>Fox</cite>, his <cite>Pitt</cite>, his <cite>Bonaparte</cite>—these -are impossible. Also, I never talk art or life with him but -I disagree. But I go on reading him, all the same; and I find -that technically and spiritually I am always the better for the bout. -Where outside Boswell is there better talk than in Hazlitt’s <cite>Boswell -Redivivus</cite>—his so-called <cite>Conversations with Northcote</cite>? And his -<cite>Age of Elizabeth</cite>, and his <cite>Comic Writers</cite>, and his <cite>Spirit of the Age</cite>—where -else to look for such a feeling for differences, such a sense of -literature, such an instant, such a masterful, whole-hearted interest in -the marking and distinguishing qualities of writers? And <cite>The Plain -Speaker</cite>—is it not at least as good reading as (say) <cite>Virginibus Puerisque</cite> -and the discoursings of the late imperishable Mr. Pater! His -<cite>Political Essays</cite> is readable after—how many years? His notes on -Kean and the Siddons are as novel and convincing as when they -were penned. In truth, he is ever a solace and a refreshment. As -a critic of letters he lacks the intense, immortalising vision, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxv'>xxv</span>even as he lacks, in places, the illuminating and inevitable style of -Lamb. But if he be less savoury, he is also more solid, and he -gives you phrases, conclusions, splendours of insight and expression, -high-piled and golden essays in appreciation: as the <em>Wordsworth</em> and -the <em>Coleridge</em> of the <cite>Political Essays</cite>, the character of Hamlet, the -note on Shakespeare’s style, the <em>Horne Tooke</em>, the <em>Cervantes</em>, the -<em>Rousseau</em>, the <em>Sir Thomas Browne</em>, the <em>Cobbet</em>: that must ever be -rated high among the possessions of the English mind.</p> - -<p class='c000'>As a writer, therefore, it is with Lamb that I would bracket him: -they are dissimilars, but they go gallantly and naturally together—<i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">par -nobile fratrum</span></i>.<a id='r29' /><a href='#f29' class='c012'><sup>[29]</sup></a> Give us these two, with some ripe Cobbett, a -volume of Southey, some Wordsworth, certain pages of Shelley, a -great deal of the Byron who wrote letters, and we get the right prose -of the time. The best of it all, perhaps, is the best of Lamb. -But Hazlitt’s, for different qualities, is so imminent and shining a -second that I hesitate as to the pre-eminency. Probably the race is -Lamb’s. But Hazlitt is ever Hazlitt; and at his highest moments -Hazlitt is hard to beat, and has not these many years been beaten.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. E. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xxvii'>xxvii</span> - <h2 class='c005'>EDITORS’ PREFACE</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Two previous editions of Hazlitt’s works have been published: the -Templeman edition, edited by the author’s son, and the seven volume -edition in Bohn’s Library, edited by the author’s grandson, Mr. W. -Carew Hazlitt. Valuable as these editions are from the exceptional -advantages enjoyed by the respective editors, neither of them professes -to be, or is, complete, and the aim of the present edition is to give for -the first time an accurate text of the complete collected writings of -Hazlitt with the exception of his <cite>Life of Napoleon</cite>.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In the case of works published in book form by Hazlitt himself -the latest edition published in his lifetime is here reprinted. Some -obvious errors of the press have been corrected, but no attempt has -been made to modernise or improve Hazlitt’s orthography or -punctuation. He himself expressed contempt for ‘the collating of -points and commas,’ and was probably a careless proof reader. He -did not plume himself, as Boswell did, upon a deliberately adopted -orthography, and his punctuation and use of italics were perhaps -rather his printers’ fancy than his own. However that may be, -the Editors feel that there is no justification for any tampering with -his text. Essays not republished by Hazlitt himself are printed -from the periodical or other publication in which they first appeared.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It has been found impossible to avoid a good deal of repetition. -All readers of Hazlitt know that he repeated not only phrases and -sentences, but paragraphs and pages, as, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">e.g.</span></i>, in the case of the essay -on ‘The Character of Pitt’ (see note to p. 125). A few of -such cases might have been dealt with by means of cross references, -but they are so numerous that the cross references would have become -tiresome if only one of the identical or nearly identical passages had -been printed.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The notes chiefly contain bibliographical matter, concise biographical -details of some of the persons mentioned by Hazlitt, and references -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxviii'>xxviii</span>to quotations. They also include several passages which Hazlitt -omitted from his essays when he came to republish them in book -form. Some of these are in themselves worthy of preservation; -some help to explain the ferocity of certain contemporary allusions; -and it is at any rate interesting to compare what he rejected with -what he retained in moments of reflection.</p> - -<p class='c000'>One word is necessary here as to the course which has been -adopted with Hazlitt’s very numerous and very inaccurate quotations. -In many cases his quotations are simply and unintentionally inaccurate, -but very often he misquotes (if so it can be called) on purpose. -That is to say, in his masterful way he presses quotations into his -service, and if they are not exactly serviceable as they stand, he -makes them so by changing a word here and there, or by blending -two or more quotations together. He sometimes quotes (or misquotes) -without using quotation marks, and the Editors would fain -believe that he sometimes uses quotation marks to round off some -unusually happy phrase of his own. The variations between Hazlitt -and his original are given in the notes where it seemed desirable that -they should be given, but in no case have his quotations been -corrected or altered in the <em>text</em>.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It has been a pleasure to the Editors to have the sympathy and -co-operation of Mr. W. Carew Hazlitt, and they desire to thank him -for his valuable assistance. At the same time they accept entire -responsibility for the errors and failings which may be found in their -work.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A. R. W.</div> - <div class='line'>A. G.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xxix'>xxix</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE ROUND TABLE</h2> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xxx'>xxx</span> - <h3 class='c010'>BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c014'><cite>The Round Table</cite> was published in two 12mo volumes in 1817. The title-page -runs as follows: ‘The Round Table: A Collection of Essays on Literature, -Men, and Manners, By William Hazlitt. Edinburgh: Printed for Archibald -Constable and Co. And Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, London, 1817.’ -Twelve of the fifty-two numbers were by Leigh Hunt, as the Advertisement -explains. The essays consisted for the most part, but not entirely, of papers -contributed to <cite>The Examiner</cite> under the title of ‘The Round Table’ between -January 1, 1815, and January 5, 1817. Hazlitt, however, included several essays -taken from other columns of <cite>The Examiner</cite> and from <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> and -other sources, and did not include the whole of his contributions to the Round -Table series. A ‘third’ edition, edited by the author’s son, was published in one -12mo volume in 1841. In this edition many essays were omitted which had -appeared, or were intended to appear, in the series of Hazlitt’s works then being -published by Templeman; three essays contributed by Hazlitt to <cite>The Liberal</cite> in -1822 were added; and Leigh Hunt’s essays were retained. Hazlitt’s essays as -published in the two volumes of 1817 were restored, and Leigh Hunt’s essays were -for the first time omitted in a later edition (8vo, 1871) edited by the author’s -grandson, Mr. W. C. Hazlitt. The present edition is an exact reproduction of -Hazlitt’s essays from the edition of 1817, except that a few obvious printer’s errors -have been corrected. Of the contributions made by Hazlitt to the Round Table -series in <cite>The Examiner</cite> and not included in the two volumes of 1817 some were -used by him in other publications, <cite>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</cite> (1817) and <cite>Political -Essays</cite> (1819), some were published in the posthumous <cite>Winterslow</cite> (1850), and -some have not been hitherto republished. The source of each of the following -essays is indicated in the Notes. Gifford’s review of <cite>The Round Table</cite> in <cite>The -Quarterly Review</cite> for April 1817 is dealt with by the author in <cite>A Letter to William -Gifford, Esq.</cite>, which is included in this volume.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xxxi'>xxxi</span> - <h3 class='c010'>ADVERTISEMENT TO THE EDITION OF 1817</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>The following work falls somewhat short of its title and original -intention. It was proposed by my friend, Mr. Hunt, to publish a -series of papers in the Examiner, in the manner of the early periodical -Essayists, the Spectator and Tatler. These papers were to be contributed -by various persons on a variety of subjects; and Mr. Hunt, -as the Editor, was to take the characteristic or dramatic part of -the work upon himself. I undertook to furnish occasional Essays -and Criticisms; one or two other friends promised their assistance; -but the essence of the work was to be miscellaneous. The next -thing was to fix upon a title for it. After much doubtful consultation, -that of <span class='sc'>The Round Table</span> was agreed upon as most -descriptive of its nature and design. But our plan had been no -sooner arranged and entered upon, than Buonaparte landed at Frejus, -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">et voila la Table Ronde dissoute<a id='txxxi'></a></span></i>. Our little congress was broken up as -well as the great one; Politics called off the attention of the Editor -from the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Belles Lettres</span></cite>; and the task of continuing the work fell -chiefly upon the person who was least able to give life and spirit to -the original design. A want of variety in the subjects and mode of -treating them, is, perhaps, the least disadvantage resulting from this -circumstance. All the papers, in the two volumes here offered to -the public, were written by myself and Mr. Hunt, except a letter -communicated by a friend in the seventeenth number. Out of the -fifty-two numbers, twelve are Mr. Hunt’s, with the signatures L. H. -or H. T. For all the rest I am answerable.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>W. Hazlitt.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><em>January 5, 1817.</em></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xxxiii'>xxxiii</span> - <h3 class='c010'>CONTENTS</h3> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary='CONTENTS'> - <tr> - <th class='c006'></th> - <th class='c007'>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Love of Life</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Classical Education</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_4'>4</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Tatler</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_7'>7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Modern Comedy</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_10'>10</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Mr. Kean’s Iago</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_14'>14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Love of the Country</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_17'>17</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Posthumous Fame.—Whether Shakspeare was influenced by a Love of it?</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_21'>21</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Hogarth’s Marriage a-la-mode</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_25'>25</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Subject continued</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Milton’s Lycidas</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_31'>31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Milton’s Versification</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_36'>36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Manner</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_41'>41</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Tendency of Sects</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_47'>47</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On John Buncle</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_51'>51</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Causes of Methodism</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_57'>57</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Midsummer Night’s Dream</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_61'>61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Beggar’s Opera</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_65'>65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Patriotism—A Fragment</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_67'>67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Beauty</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_68'>68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Imitation</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_72'>72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Gusto</span></i></td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_77'>77</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Pedantry</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_80'>80</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The same Subject continued</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_84'>84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Character of Rousseau</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_88'>88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Different Sorts of Fame</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_93'>93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Character of John Bull</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_97'>97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Good-Nature</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_100'>100</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xxxiv'>xxxiv</span>On the Character of Milton’s Eve</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_105'>105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Observations on Mr. Wordsworth’s Poem The Excursion</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_111'>111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The same Subject continued</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_120'>120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Character of the late Mr. Pitt</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_125'>125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Religious Hypocrisy</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_128'>128</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Literary Character</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_131'>131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Common-place Critics</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_136'>136</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue Raisonné</span> of the British Institution</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_140'>140</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The same Subject continued</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_146'>146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Poetical Versatility</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_151'>151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On Actors and Acting</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_153'>153</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>On the Same</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_156'>156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Why the Arts are not Progressive: A Fragment</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_160'>160</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span></div> -<div class='ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>THE ROUND TABLE</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 1.</span>]      ON THE LOVE OF LIFE      [<span class='sc'>Jan. 15, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It is our intention, in the course of these papers, occasionally to -expose certain vulgar errors, which have crept into our reasonings on -men and manners. Perhaps one of the most interesting of these, is -that which relates to the source of our general attachment to life. -We are not going to enter into the question, whether life is, on the -whole, to be regarded as a blessing, though we are by no means -inclined to adopt the opinion of that sage, who thought ‘that the best -thing that could have happened to a man was never to have been born, -and the next best to have died the moment after he came into existence.’ -The common argument, however, which is made use of to -prove the value of life, from the strong desire which almost every one -feels for its continuance, appears to be altogether inconclusive. The -wise and the foolish, the weak and the strong, the lame and the -blind, the prisoner and the free, the prosperous and the wretched, the -beggar and the king, the rich and the poor, the young and the old, -from the little child who tries to leap over his own shadow, to the old -man who stumbles blindfold on his grave, all feel this desire in -common. Our notions with respect to the importance of life, and -our attachment to it, depend on a principle, which has very little to -do with its happiness or its misery.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The love of life is, in general, the effect not of our enjoyments, -but of our passions. We are not attached to it so much for its own -sake, or as it is connected with happiness, as because it is necessary -to action. Without life there can be no action—no objects of pursuit—no -restless desires—no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we -fondly cling to it—that we dread its termination as the close, not of -enjoyment, but of hope. The proof that our attachment to life is not -absolutely owing to the immediate satisfaction we find in it, is, that -those persons are commonly found most loth to part with it who have -the least enjoyment of it, and who have the greatest difficulties to -struggle with, as losing gamesters are the most desperate. And -farther, there are not many persons who, with all their pretended love -<span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>of life, would not, if it had been in their power, have melted down -the longest life to a few hours. ‘The school-boy,’ says Addison, -‘counts the time till the return of the holidays; the minor longs to be -of age; the lover is impatient till he is married.’—‘Hope and -fantastic expectations spend much of our lives; and while with -passion we look for a coronation, or the death of an enemy, or a day -of joy, passing from fancy to possession without any intermediate -notices, we throw away a precious year’ (Jeremy Taylor). We -would willingly, and without remorse, sacrifice not only the present -moment, but all the interval (no matter how long) that separates us -from any favourite object. We chiefly look upon life, then, as the -means to an end. Its common enjoyments and its daily evils are -alike disregarded for any idle purpose we have in view. It should -seem as if there were a few green sunny spots in the desert of life, -to which we are always hastening forward: we eye them wistfully in -the distance, and care not what perils or suffering we endure, so that -we arrive at them at last. However weary we may be of the same -stale round—however sick of the past—however hopeless of the -future—the mind still revolts at the thought of death, because the -fancied possibility of good, which always remains with life, gathers -strength as it is about to be torn from us for ever, and the dullest -scene looks bright compared with the darkness of the grave. Our -reluctance to part with existence evidently does not depend on the -calm and even current of our lives, but on the force and impulse of -the passions. Hence that indifference to death which has been sometimes -remarked in people who lead a solitary and peaceful life in -remote and barren districts. The pulse of life in them does not beat -strong enough to occasion any violent revulsion of the frame when it -ceases. He who treads the green mountain turf, or he who sleeps -beneath it, enjoys an almost equal quiet. The death of those persons -has always been accounted happy, who had attained their utmost -wishes, who had nothing left to regret or to desire. Our repugnance -to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived -in vain—to the violence of our efforts, and the keenness of our -disappointments—and to our earnest desire to find in the future, if -possible, a rich amends for the past. We may be said to nurse our -existence with the greatest tenderness, according to the pain it has -cost us; and feel at every step of our varying progress the truth of -that line of the poet—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘An ounce of sweet is worth a pound of sour.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The love of life is in fact the sum of all our passions and of all our -enjoyments; but these are by no means the same thing, for the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>vehemence of our passions is irritated, not less by disappointment than -by the prospect of success. Nothing seems to be a match for this -general tenaciousness of existence, but such an extremity either of -bodily or mental suffering as destroys at once the power both of habit -and imagination. In short, the question, whether life is accompanied -with a greater quantity of pleasure or pain, may be fairly set aside -as frivolous, and of no practical utility; for our attachment to life -depends on our interest in it; and it cannot be denied that we have -more interest in this moving, busy scene, agitated with a thousand -hopes and fears, and checkered with every diversity of joy and -sorrow, than in a dreary blank. To be something is better than to -be nothing, because we can feel no interest in <em>nothing</em>. Passion, -imagination, self-will, the sense of power, the very consciousness of -our existence, bind us to life, and hold us fast in its chains, as by -a magic spell, in spite of every other consideration. Nothing can -be more philosophical than the reasoning which Milton puts into the -mouth of the fallen angel:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And that must end us, that must be our cure,</div> - <div class='line'>To be no more; Sad cure: For who would lose,</div> - <div class='line'>Though full of pain, this intellectual being,</div> - <div class='line'>Those thoughts that wander through eternity,</div> - <div class='line'>To perish rather, swallow’d up and lost</div> - <div class='line'>In the wide womb of uncreated night,</div> - <div class='line'>Devoid of sense and motion?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Nearly the same account may be given in answer to the question -which has been asked, <em>Why so few tyrants kill themselves?</em> In the -first place, they are never satisfied with the mischief they have done, -and cannot quit their hold of power, after all sense of pleasure is fled. -Besides, they absurdly argue from the means of happiness placed -within their reach to the end itself; and, dazzled by the pomp and -pageantry of a throne, cannot relinquish the persuasion that they <em>ought</em> -to be happier than other men. The prejudice of opinion, which -attaches us to life, is in them stronger than in others, and incorrigible -to experience. The Great are life’s fools—dupes of the splendid -shadows that surround them, and wedded to the very mockeries of -opinion.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Whatever is our situation or pursuit in life, the result will be much -the same. The strength of the passion seldom corresponds to the -pleasure we find in its indulgence. The miser ‘robs himself to increase -his store’; the ambitious man toils up a slippery precipice only -to be tumbled headlong from its height: the lover is infatuated with -the charms of his mistress, exactly in proportion to the mortifications -<span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>he has received from her. Even those who succeed in nothing, who, -as it has been emphatically expressed—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Are made desperate by too quick a sense</div> - <div class='line'>Of constant infelicity; cut off</div> - <div class='line'>From peace like exiles, on some barren rock,</div> - <div class='line'>Their life’s sad prison, with no more of ease,</div> - <div class='line'>Than sentinels between two armies set’;</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>are yet as unwilling as others to give over the unprofitable strife: -their harassed feverish existence refuses rest, and frets the languor of -exhausted hope into the torture of unavailing regret. The exile, who -has been unexpectedly restored to his country and to liberty, often -finds his courage fail with the accomplishment of all his wishes, and -the struggle of life and hope ceases at the same instant.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We once more repeat, that we do not, in the foregoing remarks, -mean to enter into a comparative estimate of the value of human life, -but merely to shew that the strength of our attachment to it is a very -fallacious test of its happiness.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 2.</span>]      ON CLASSICAL EDUCATION      [<span class='sc'>Feb. 12, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The study of the Classics is less to be regarded as an exercise of the -intellect, than as ‘a discipline of humanity.’ The peculiar advantage -of this mode of education consists not so much in strengthening the -understanding, as in softening and refining the taste. It gives men -liberal views; it accustoms the mind to take an interest in things -foreign to itself; to love virtue for its own sake; to prefer fame to -life, and glory to riches; and to fix our thoughts on the remote and -permanent, instead of narrow and fleeting objects. It teaches us to -believe that there is something really great and excellent in the world, -surviving all the shocks of accident and fluctuations of opinion, and -raises us above that low and servile fear, which bows only to present -power and upstart authority. Rome and Athens filled a place in the -history of mankind, which can never be occupied again. They were -two cities set on a hill, which could not be hid; all eyes have seen -them, and their light shines like a mighty sea-mark into the abyss -of time.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Still green with bays each ancient altar stands,</div> - <div class='line'>Above the reach of sacrilegious hands;</div> - <div class='line'>Secure from flames, from envy’s fiercer rage,</div> - <div class='line'>Destructive war, and all-involving age.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>Hail, bards triumphant, born in happier days,</div> - <div class='line'>Immortal heirs of universal praise!</div> - <div class='line'>Whose honours with increase of ages grow,</div> - <div class='line'>As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It is this feeling, more than anything else, which produces a -marked difference between the study of the ancient and modern -languages, and which, from the weight and importance of the consequences -attached to the former, stamps every word with a monumental -firmness. By conversing with the <em>mighty dead</em>, we imbibe -sentiment with knowledge; we become strongly attached to those -who can no longer either hurt or serve us, except through the influence -which they exert over the mind. We feel the presence of that power -which gives immortality to human thoughts and actions, and catch -the flame of enthusiasm from all nations and ages.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is hard to find in minds otherwise formed, either a real love of -excellence, or a belief that any excellence exists superior to their own. -Everything is brought down to the vulgar level of their own ideas -and pursuits. Persons without education certainly do not want either -acuteness or strength of mind in what concerns themselves, or in -things immediately within their observation; but they have no power -of abstraction, no general standard of taste, or scale of opinion. They -see their objects always near, and never in the horizon. Hence arises -that egotism which has been remarked as the characteristic of self-taught -men, and which degenerates into obstinate prejudice or petulant -fickleness of opinion, according to the natural sluggishness or activity -of their minds. For they either become blindly bigoted to the first -opinions they have struck out for themselves, and inaccessible to conviction; -or else (the dupes of their own vanity and shrewdness) are -everlasting converts to every crude suggestion that presents itself, and -the last opinion is always the true one. Each successive discovery -flashes upon them with equal light and evidence, and every new fact -overturns their whole system. It is among this class of persons, -whose ideas never extend beyond the feeling of the moment, that we -find partizans, who are very honest men, with a total want of principle, -and who unite the most hardened effrontery, and intolerance of opinion, -to endless inconsistency and self-contradiction.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A celebrated political writer of the present day, who is a great -enemy to classical education, is a remarkable instance both of what -can and what cannot be done without it.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It has been attempted of late to set up a distinction between the -education <em>of words</em>, and the education <em>of things</em>, and to give the -preference in all cases to the latter. But, in the first place, the knowledge -of things, or of the realities of life, is not easily to be taught -<span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>except by things themselves, and, even if it were, is not so absolutely -indispensable as it has been supposed. ‘The world is too much with -us, early and late’; and the fine dream of our youth is best prolonged -among the visionary objects of antiquity. We owe many of our most -amiable delusions, and some of our superiority, to the grossness of -mere physical existence, to the strength of our associations with -words. Language, if it throws a veil over our ideas, adds a softness -and refinement to them, like that which the atmosphere gives to -naked objects. There can be no true elegance without taste in style. -In the next place, we mean absolutely to deny the application of the -principle of utility to the present question. By an obvious transposition -of ideas, some persons have confounded a knowledge of useful -things with useful knowledge. Knowledge is only useful in itself, -as it exercises or gives pleasure to the mind: the only knowledge that -is of use in a practical sense, is professional knowledge. But knowledge, -considered as a branch of general education, can be of use only -to the mind of the person acquiring it. If the knowledge of language -produces pedants, the other kind of knowledge (which is proposed -to be substituted for it) can only produce quacks. There is no -question, but that the knowledge of astronomy, of chemistry, and of -agriculture, is highly useful to the world, and absolutely necessary to -be acquired by persons carrying on certain professions: but the -practical utility of a knowledge of these subjects ends there. For -example, it is of the utmost importance to the navigator to know -exactly in what degree of longitude and latitude such a rock lies: -but to us, sitting here about our Round Table, it is not of the smallest -consequence whatever, whether the map-maker has placed it an inch -to the right or to the left; we are in no danger of running against it. -So the art of making shoes is a highly useful art, and very proper to -be known and practised by some body: that is, by the shoemaker. -But to pretend that every one else should be thoroughly acquainted -with the whole process of this ingenious handicraft, as one branch of -useful knowledge, would be preposterous. It is sometimes asked, -What is the use of poetry? and we have heard the argument carried -on almost like a parody on <em>Falstaff’s</em> reasoning about Honour. ‘Can -it set a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a -wound? No. Poetry hath no skill in surgery then? No.’ It is -likely that the most enthusiastic lover of poetry would so far agree to -the truth of this statement, that if he had just broken a leg, he would -send for a surgeon, instead of a volume of poems from a library. But, -‘they that are whole need not a physician.’ The reasoning would -be well founded, if we lived in an hospital, and not in the world.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span> - <h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 3.</span>]      ON THE TATLER      [<span class='sc'>March 5, 1815.</span></h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Of all the periodical Essayists, (our ingenious predecessors), the -<cite>Tatler</cite> has always appeared to us the most accomplished and agreeable. -Montaigne, who was the father of this kind of personal -authorship among the moderns, in which the reader is admitted -behind the curtain, and sits down with the writer in his gown and -slippers, was a most magnanimous and undisguised egotist; but -Isaac Bickerstaff, Esq. was the more disinterested gossip of the two. -The French author is contented to describe the peculiarities of his -own mind and person, which he does with a most copious and -unsparing hand. The English journalist, good-naturedly, lets you -into the secret both of his own affairs and those of his neighbours. -A young lady, on the other side of Temple Bar, cannot be seen at -her glass for half a day together, but Mr. Bickerstaff takes due -notice of it; and he has the first intelligence of the symptoms of the -<em>belle</em> passion appearing in any young gentleman at the west end of the -town. The departures and arrivals of widows with handsome jointures, -either to bury their grief in the country, or to procure a second -husband in town, are regularly recorded in his pages. He is well -acquainted with the celebrated beauties of the last age at the Court -of Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span> and the old gentleman often grows romantic in -recounting the disastrous strokes which his youth suffered from the -glances of their bright eyes and their unaccountable caprices. In -particular, he dwells with a secret satisfaction on one of his mistresses -who left him for a rival, and whose constant reproach to her husband, -on occasion of any quarrel between them, was,—‘I, that might have -married the famous Mr. Bickerstaff, to be treated in this manner!’ -The club at the <em>Trumpet</em> consists of a set of persons as entertaining as -himself. The cavalcade of the justice of the peace, the knight of the -shire, the country squire, and the young gentleman, his nephew, who -waited on him at his chambers, in such form and ceremony, seem not -to have settled the order of their precedence to this hour; and we -should hope the Upholsterer and his companions in the Green Park -stand as fair a chance for immortality as some modern politicians. -Mr. Bickerstaff himself is a gentleman and a scholar, a humourist -and a man of the world; with a great deal of nice easy <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">naïveté</span></i> about -him. If he walks out and is caught in a shower of rain, he makes -us amends for this unlucky accident, by a criticism on the shower in -Virgil, and concludes with a burlesque copy of verses on a city-shower. -He entertains us, when he dates from his own apartment, with -a quotation from Plutarch or a moral reflection; from the Grecian -<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>coffeehouse with politics; and from Will’s or the Temple with the -poets and players, the beaux and men of wit and pleasure about town. -In reading the pages of the <cite>Tatler</cite>, we seem as if suddenly transported to -the age of Queen Anne, of toupees and full-bottomed periwigs. The -whole appearance of our dress and manners undergoes a delightful -metamorphosis. We are surprised with the rustling of hoops and the -glittering of paste buckles. The beaux and the belles are of a quite -different species; we distinguish the dappers, the smarts, and the -pretty fellows, as they pass; we are introduced to Betterton and Mrs. -Oldfield behind the scenes; are made familiar with the persons of -Mr. Penkethman and Mr. Bullock; we listen to a dispute at a -tavern on the merits of the Duke of Marlborough or Marshal -Turenne; or are present at the first rehearsal of a play by Vanbrugh, -or the reading of a new poem by Mr. Pope.—The privilege of thus -virtually transporting ourselves to past times, is even greater than that -of visiting distant places. London, a hundred years ago, would be -better worth seeing than Paris at the present moment.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It may be said that all this is to be found, in the same or a greater -degree, in the <cite>Spectator</cite>. We do not think so; or, at least, there is -in the last work a much greater proportion of common-place matter. -We have always preferred the <cite>Tatler</cite> to the <cite>Spectator</cite>. Whether it is -owing to our having been earlier or better acquainted with the one -than the other, our pleasure in reading the two works is not at all in -proportion to their comparative reputation. The <cite>Tatler</cite> contains only -half the number of volumes, and we will venture to say, at least an -equal quantity of sterling wit and sense. ‘The first sprightly runnings’ -are there: it has more of the original spirit, more of the freshness and -stamp of nature. The indications of character and strokes of humour -are more true and frequent, the reflections that suggest themselves -arise more from the occasion, and are less spun out into regular dissertations. -They are more like the remarks which occur in sensible -conversation, and less like a lecture. Something is left to the understanding -of the reader. Steele seems to have gone into his closet -only to set down what he observed out-of-doors; Addison seems to -have spun out and wire-drawn the hints, which he borrowed from -Steele, or took from nature, to the utmost. We do not mean to -depreciate Addison’s talents, but we wish to do justice to Steele, -who was, upon the whole, a less artificial and more original writer. -The descriptions of Steele resemble loose sketches or fragments of a -comedy; those of Addison are ingenious paraphrases on the genuine -text. The characters of the club, not only in the <cite>Tatler</cite>, but in the -<cite>Spectator</cite>, were drawn by Steele. That of Sir Roger de Coverley is -among them. Addison has gained himself eternal honour by his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>manner of filling up this last character. Those of Will Wimble and -Will Honeycomb are not a whit behind it in delicacy and felicity. -Many of the most exquisite pieces in the <cite>Tatler</cite> are also Addison’s, -as the Court of Honour, and the Personification of Musical -Instruments. We do not know whether the picture of the family of -an old acquaintance, in which the children run to let Mr. Bickerstaff -in at the door, and the one that loses the race that way turns back to -tell the father that he is come,—with the nice gradation of incredulity -in the little boy, who is got into <cite>Guy of Warwick</cite> and <cite>The Seven -Champions</cite>, and who shakes his head at the veracity of <cite>Æsop’s Fables</cite>,—is -Steele’s or Addison’s.<a id='r30' /><a href='#f30' class='c012'><sup>[30]</sup></a> The account of the two sisters, one of whom -held her head up higher than ordinary, from having on a pair of flowered -garters, and of the married lady who complained to the <cite>Tatler</cite> of the -neglect of her husband, are unquestionably Steele’s. If the <cite>Tatler</cite> is -not inferior to the <cite>Spectator</cite> in manners and character, it is very -superior to it in the interest of many of the stories. Several of -the incidents related by Steele have never been surpassed in the heart-rending -pathos of private distress. We might refer to those of the lover -and his mistress when the theatre caught fire, of the bridegroom who, -by accident, kills his bride on the day of their marriage, the story of -Mr. Eustace and his wife, and the fine dream about his own mistress -when a youth. What has given its superior popularity to the -<cite>Spectator</cite>, is the greater gravity of its pretensions, its moral dissertations -and critical reasonings, by which we confess we are less edified than -by other things. Systems and opinions change, but nature is always -true. It is the extremely moral and didactic tone of the <cite>Spectator</cite> -which makes us apt to think of Addison (according to Mandeville’s -sarcasm) as ‘a parson in a tie-wig.’ Some of the moral essays are, -however, exquisitely beautiful and happy. Such are the reflections in -Westminster Abbey, on the Royal Exchange, and some very affecting -ones on the death of a young lady. These, it must be allowed, -are the perfection of elegant sermonising. His critical essays we do -not think quite so good. We prefer Steele’s occasional selection of -beautiful poetical passages, without any affectation of analysing their -beauties, to Addison’s fine-spun theories. The best criticism in the -<cite>Spectator</cite>, that on the <cite>Cartoons</cite> of Raphael, is by Steele. We owed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>this acknowledgment to a writer who has so often put us in good -humour with ourselves and every thing about us, when few things -else could.<a id='r31' /><a href='#f31' class='c012'><sup>[31]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 4.</span>]      ON MODERN COMEDY      [<span class='sc'>Aug. 20, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The question which has often been asked, <em>Why there are so few -good modern Comedies?</em> appears in a great measure to answer itself. -It is because so many excellent Comedies have been written, that there -are none written at present. Comedy naturally wears itself out—destroys -the very food on which it lives; and by constantly and -successfully exposing the follies and weaknesses of mankind to ridicule, -in the end leaves itself nothing worth laughing at. It holds the mirror -up to nature; and men, seeing their most striking peculiarities and -defects pass in gay review before them, learn either to avoid or conceal -them. It is not the criticism which the public taste exercises -upon the stage, but the criticism which the stage exercises upon -public manners, that is fatal to comedy, by rendering the subject-matter -of it tame, correct, and spiritless. We are drilled into a sort of -stupid decorum, and forced to wear the same dull uniform of outward -appearance; and yet it is asked, why the Comic Muse does not point, -as she was wont, at the peculiarities of our gait and gesture, and -exhibit the picturesque contrast of our dress and costume, in all that -graceful variety in which she delights. The genuine source of comic -writing,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Where it must live, or have no life at all,’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>is undoubtedly to be found in the distinguishing peculiarities of men -and manners. Now, this distinction can subsist, so as to be strong, -pointed, and general, only while the manners of different classes are -formed immediately by their particular circumstances, and the -characters of individuals by their natural temperament and situation, -without being everlastingly modified and neutralised by intercourse -with the world—by knowledge and education. In a certain stage of -society, men may be said to vegetate like trees, and to become rooted -to the soil in which they grow. They have no idea of anything -beyond themselves and their immediate sphere of action; they are, as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>it were, circumscribed, and defined by their particular circumstances; -they are what their situation makes them, and nothing more. Each -is absorbed in his own profession or pursuit, and each in his turn -contracts that habitual peculiarity of manners and opinions, which -makes him the subject of ridicule to others, and the sport of the Comic -Muse. Thus the physician is nothing but a physician, the lawyer is a -mere lawyer, the scholar degenerates into a pedant, the country squire -is a different species of being from the fine gentleman, the citizen and -the courtier inhabit a different world, and even the affectation of -certain characters, in aping the follies or vices of their betters, only -serves to show the immeasurable distance which custom or fortune has -placed between them. Hence the early comic writers, taking advantage -of this mixed and solid mass of ignorance, folly, pride, and -prejudice, made those deep and lasting incisions into it,—have given -those sharp and nice touches, that bold relief to their characters,—have -opposed them in every variety of contrast and collision, of conscious -self-satisfaction and mutual antipathy, with a power which can only -find full scope in the same rich and inexhaustible materials. But in -proportion as comic genius succeeds in taking off the mask from -ignorance and conceit, as it teaches us to</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘See ourselves as others see us,’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>in proportion as we are brought out on the stage together, and our -prejudices clash one against the other, our sharp angular points wear -off; we are no longer rigid in absurdity, passionate in folly, and we -prevent the ridicule directed at our habitual foibles, by laughing at them -ourselves.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If it be said, that there is the same fund of absurdity and prejudice -in the world as ever—that there are the same unaccountable perversities -lurking at the bottom of every breast,—I should answer, be it -so: but at least we keep our follies to ourselves as much as possible—we -palliate, shuffle, and equivocate with them—they sneak into by-corners, -and do not, like <em>Chaucer’s Canterbury Pilgrims</em>, march along -the highroad, and form a procession—they do not entrench themselves -strongly behind custom and precedent—they are not embodied in professions -and ranks in life—they are not organised into a system—they -do not openly resort to a standard, but are a sort of straggling nondescripts, -that, like <em>Wart</em>, ‘present no mark to the foeman.’ As to the -gross and palpable absurdities of modern manners, they are too shallow -and barefaced, and those who affect, are too little <em>serious</em> in them, to -make them worth the detection of the Comic Muse. They proceed -from an idle, impudent affectation of folly in general, in the dashing -<em>bravura</em> style, not from an infatuation with any of its characteristic -<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>modes. In short, the proper object of ridicule is <em>egotism</em>; and a man -cannot be a very great egotist who every day sees himself represented -on the stage. We are deficient in Comedy, because we are without -characters in real life—as we have no historical pictures, because we -have no faces proper for them.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is, indeed, the evident tendency of all literature to generalise -and <em>dissipate</em> character, by giving men the same artificial education, -and the same common stock of ideas; so that we see all objects from -the same point of view, and through the same reflected medium;—we -learn to exist, not in ourselves, but in books;—all men become alike -mere readers—spectators, not actors in the scene, and lose all proper -personal identity. The templar, the wit, the man of pleasure, and -the man of fashion, the courtier and the citizen, the knight and the -squire, the lover and the miser—<cite>Lovelace</cite>, <cite>Lothario</cite>, <cite>Will Honeycomb</cite>, -and <cite>Sir Roger de Coverley</cite>, <cite>Sparkish</cite> and <cite>Lord Foppington</cite>, <cite>Western</cite> -and <cite>Tom Jones</cite>, <cite>My Father</cite>, and <cite>My Uncle Toby</cite>, <cite>Millamant</cite> and -<cite>Sir Sampson Legend</cite>, <cite>Don Quixote</cite> and <cite>Sancho</cite>, <cite>Gil Blas</cite> and <cite>Guzman -d’Alfarache</cite>, <cite>Count Fathom</cite> and <cite>Joseph Surface</cite>,—have all met, and -exchanged common-places on the barren plains of the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">haute littérature</span></i>—toil -slowly on to the Temple of Science, seen a long way off upon -a level, and end in one dull compound of politics, criticism, chemistry, -and metaphysics!</p> - -<p class='c000'>We cannot expect to reconcile opposite things. If, for example, -any of us were to put ourselves into the stage-coach from Salisbury -to London, it is more than probable we should not meet with the -same number of odd accidents, or ludicrous distresses on the road, -that befell <em>Parson Adams</em>; but why, if we get into a common -vehicle, and submit to the conveniences of modern travelling, should -we complain of the want of adventures? Modern manners may be -compared to a modern stage-coach: our limbs may be a little cramped -with the confinement, and we may grow drowsy; but we arrive safe, -without any very amusing or very sad accident, at our journey’s end.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Again, the alterations which have taken place in conversation and -dress in the same period, have been by no means favourable to Comedy. -The present prevailing style of conversation is not <em>personal</em>, but critical -and analytical. It consists almost entirely in the discussion of general -topics, in dissertations on philosophy or taste: and Congreve would -be able to derive no better hints from the conversations of our toilettes -or drawing-rooms, for the exquisite raillery or poignant repartee of his -dialogues, than from a deliberation of the Royal Society. In the -same manner, the extreme simplicity and graceful uniformity of -modern dress, however favourable to the arts, has certainly stript -Comedy of one of its richest ornaments and most expressive symbols. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>The sweeping pall and buskin, and nodding plume, were never more -serviceable to Tragedy, than the enormous hoops and stiff stays worn -by the belles of former days were to the intrigues of Comedy. They -assisted wonderfully in heightening the mysteries of the passion, and -adding to the intricacy of the plot. Wycherley and Vanbrugh could -not have spared the dresses of Vandyke. These strange fancy-dresses, -perverse disguises, and counterfeit shapes, gave an agreeable -scope to the imagination. ‘That sevenfold fence’ was a sort of foil -to the lusciousness of the dialogue, and a barrier against the sly -encroachments of <em>double entendre</em>. The greedy eye and bold hand -of indiscretion were repressed, which gave a greater licence to the -tongue. The senses were not to be gratified in an instant. Love -was entangled in the folds of the swelling handkerchief, and the -desires might wander for ever round the circumference of a quilted -petticoat, or find a rich lodging in the flowers of a damask stomacher. -There was room for years of patient contrivance, for a thousand -thoughts, schemes, conjectures, hopes, fears, and wishes. There -seemed no end of difficulties and delays; to overcome so many -obstacles was the work of ages. A mistress was an angel concealed -behind whalebone, flounces, and brocade. What an undertaking to -penetrate through the disguise! What an impulse must it give to -the blood, what a keenness to the invention, what a volubility to the -tongue! ‘Mr. Smirk, you are a brisk man,’ was then the most -significant commendation. But now-a-days—a woman can be <em>but -undressed</em>!</p> - -<p class='c000'>The same account might be extended to Tragedy. Aristotle has -long since said, that Tragedy purifies the mind by terror and pity; -that is, substitutes an artificial and intellectual interest for real passion. -Tragedy, like Comedy, must therefore defeat itself; for its patterns -must be drawn from the living models within the breast, from feeling -or from observation; and the materials of Tragedy cannot be found -among a people, who are the habitual spectators of Tragedy, whose -interests and passions are not their own, but ideal, remote, sentimental, -and abstracted. It is for this reason chiefly, we conceive, -that the highest efforts of the Tragic Muse are in general the earliest; -where the strong impulses of nature are not lost in the refinements -and glosses of art; where the writers themselves, and those whom -they saw about them, had ‘warm hearts of flesh and blood beating -in their bosoms, and were not embowelled of their natural entrails, -and stuffed with paltry blurred sheets of paper.’ Shakspeare, with -all his genius, could not have written as he did, if he had lived in -the present times. Nature would not have presented itself to him -in the same freshness and vigour; he must have seen it through all -<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>the refractions of successive dullness, and his powers would have -languished in the dense atmosphere of logic and criticism. ‘Men’s -minds,’ he somewhere says, ‘are parcel of their fortunes’; and his -age was necessary to him. It was this which enabled him to grapple -at once with Nature, and which stamped his characters with her -image and superscription.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 5.</span>]      ON MR. KEAN’S IAGO      [<span class='sc'>July 24, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>We certainly think Mr. Kean’s performance of the part of Iago one -of the most extraordinary exhibitions on the stage. There is no -one within our remembrance who has so completely foiled the critics -as this celebrated actor: one sagacious person imagines that he -must perform a part in a certain manner,—another virtuoso chalks out -a different path for him; and when the time comes, he does the -whole off in a way that neither of them had the least conception of, -and which both of them are therefore very ready to condemn as -entirely wrong. It was ever the trick of genius to be thus. We -confess that Mr. Kean has thrown us out more than once. For -instance, we are very much inclined to adopt the opinion of a contemporary -critic, that his <cite>Richard</cite> is not gay enough, and that his -<cite>Iago</cite> is not grave enough. This he may perhaps conceive to be the -mere caprice of idle criticism; but we will try to give our reasons, -and shall leave them to Mr. Kean’s better judgment. It is to -be remembered, then, that <em>Richard</em> was a princely villain, borne -along in a sort of triumphal car of royal state, buoyed up with the -hopes and privileges of his birth, reposing even on the sanctity of -religion, trampling on his devoted victims without remorse, and who -looked out and laughed from the high watch-tower of his confidence -and his expectations on the desolation and misery he had caused -around him. He held on his way, unquestioned, ‘hedged in with -the divinity of kings,’ amenable to no tribunal, and abusing his power -<em>in contempt of mankind</em>. But as for <em>Iago</em>, we conceive differently of -him. He had not the same natural advantages. He was a mere -adventurer in mischief, a pains-taking plodding knave, without patent -or pedigree, who was obliged to work his up-hill way by wit, not by -will, and to be the founder of his own fortune. He was, if we may -be allowed a vulgar allusion, a sort of prototype of modern Jacobinism, -who thought that talents ought to decide the place,—a man of ‘morbid -sensibility,’ (in the fashionable phrase), full of distrust, of hatred, of -anxious and corroding thoughts, and who, though he might assume -a temporary superiority over others by superior adroitness, and pride -<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>himself in his skill, could not be supposed to assume it as a matter -of course, as if he had been entitled to it from his birth. We do not -here mean to enter into the characters of the two men, but something -must be allowed to the difference of their situations. There might -be the same insensibility in both as to the end in view, but there could -not well be the same security as to the success of the means. <em>Iago</em> -had to pass through a different ordeal: he had no appliances and -means to boot; no royal road to the completion of his tragedy. His -pretensions were not backed by authority; they were not baptized at -the font; they were not holy-waterproof. He had the whole to -answer for in his own person, and could not shift the responsibility -to the heads of others. Mr. Kean’s <cite>Richard</cite> was, therefore, we -think, deficient in something of that regal jollity and reeling triumph -of success which the part would bear; but this we can easily account -for, because it is the traditional commonplace idea of the character, -that he is to ‘play the dog—to bite and snarl.’—The extreme unconcern -and laboured levity of his <cite>Iago</cite>, on the contrary, is a -refinement and original device of the actor’s own mind, and therefore -deserves consideration. The character of <em>Iago</em>, in fact, belongs to -a class of characters common to Shakspeare, and at the same time -peculiar to him—namely, that of great intellectual activity, accompanied -with a total want of moral principle, and therefore displaying -itself at the constant expence of others, making use of reason as a -pander to will—employing its ingenuity and its resources to palliate -its own crimes and aggravate the faults of others, and seeking to -confound the practical distinctions of right and wrong, by referring -them to some overstrained standard of speculative refinement.—Some -persons, more nice than wise, have thought the whole of the character -of <em>Iago</em> unnatural. Shakspeare, who was quite as good a philosopher -as he was a poet, thought otherwise. He knew that the love of -power, which is another name for the love of mischief, was natural -to man. He would know this as well or better than if it had been -demonstrated to him by a logical diagram, merely from seeing children -paddle in the dirt, or kill flies for sport. We might ask those who -think the character of <em>Iago</em> not natural, why they go to see it performed, -but from the interest it excites, the sharper edge which it -sets on their curiosity and imagination? Why do we go to see -tragedies in general? Why do we always read the accounts in the -newspapers of dreadful fires and shocking murders, but for the same -reason? Why do so many persons frequent executions and trials, -or why do the lower classes almost universally take delight in barbarous -sports and cruelty to animals, but because there is a natural -tendency in the mind to strong excitement, a desire to have its -<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>faculties roused and stimulated to the utmost? Whenever this -principle is not under the restraint of humanity, or the sense of moral -obligation, there are no excesses to which it will not of itself give -rise, without the assistance of any other motive, either of passion or -self-interest. <em>Iago</em> is only an extreme instance of the kind; that is, -of diseased intellectual activity, with an almost perfect indifference -to moral good or evil, or rather with a preference of the latter, -because it falls more in with his favourite propensity, gives greater -zest to his thoughts, and scope to his actions.—Be it observed, too, -(for the sake of those who are for squaring all human actions by -the maxims of Rochefoucault), that he is quite or nearly as indifferent -to his own fate as to that of others; that he runs all risks for a -trifling and doubtful advantage; and is himself the dupe and victim -of his ruling passion—an incorrigible love of mischief—an insatiable -craving after action of the most difficult and dangerous kind. Our -‘Ancient’ is a philosopher, who fancies that a lie that kills has more -point in it than an alliteration or an antithesis; who thinks a fatal -experiment on the peace of a family a better thing than watching the -palpitations in the heart of a flea in an air-pump; who plots the ruin -of his friends as an exercise for his understanding, and stabs men in -the dark to prevent <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ennui</span></i>. Now this, though it be sport, yet it is -dreadful sport. There is no room for trifling and indifference, nor -scarcely for the appearance of it; the very object of his whole plot -is to keep his faculties stretched on the rack, in a state of watch and -ward, in a sort of breathless suspense, without a moment’s interval -of repose. He has a desperate stake to play for, like a man who -fences with poisoned weapons, and has business enough on his hands -to call for the whole stock of his sober circumspection, his dark -duplicity, and insidious gravity. He resembles a man who sits down -to play at chess, for the sake of the difficulty and complication of the -game, and who immediately becomes absorbed in it. His amusements, -if they are amusements, are severe and saturnine—even his wit -blisters. His gaiety arises from the success of his treachery; his -ease from the sense of the torture he has inflicted on others. Even, -if other circumstances permitted it, the part he has to play with -<cite>Othello</cite> requires that he should assume the most serious concern, and -something of the plausibility of a confessor. ‘His cue is villainous -melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o’ Bedlam.’ He is repeatedly -called ‘honest <em>Iago</em>,’ which looks as if there were something suspicious -in his appearance, which admitted a different construction. The tone -which he adopts in the scenes with <em>Roderigo</em>, <em>Desdemona</em>, and <em>Cassio</em>, -is only a relaxation from the more arduous business of the play. Yet -there is in all his conversation an inveterate misanthropy, a licentious -<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>keenness of perception, which is always sagacious of evil, and snuffs -up the tainted scent of its quarry with rancorous delight. An -exuberance of spleen is the essence of the character. The view -which we have here taken of the subject (if at all correct) will not -therefore justify the extreme alteration which Mr. Kean has introduced -into the part. Actors in general have been struck only with -the wickedness of the character, and have exhibited an assassin going -to the place of execution. Mr. Kean has abstracted the wit of the -character, and makes <em>Iago</em> appear throughout an excellent good fellow, -and lively bottle-companion. But though we do not wish him to be -represented as a monster, or fiend, we see no reason why he should -instantly be converted into a pattern of comic gaiety and good-humour. -The light which illumines the character should rather resemble the -flashes of lightning in the mirky sky, which make the darkness more -terrible. Mr. Kean’s <cite>Iago</cite> is, we suspect, too much in the sun. His -manner of acting the part would have suited better with the character -of <em>Edmund</em> in <cite>King Lear</cite>, who, though in other respects much the -same, has a spice of gallantry in his constitution, and has the favour -and countenance of the ladies, which always gives a man the smug -appearance of a bridegroom!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 6.</span>]      ON THE LOVE OF THE COUNTRY      [<span class='sc'>Nov. 27, 1814.</span></h3> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>TO THE EDITOR OF THE ROUND TABLE.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>Sir</span>,—I do not know that any one has ever explained satisfactorily -the true source of our attachment to natural objects, or of that soothing -emotion which the sight of the country hardly ever fails to infuse -into the mind. Some persons have ascribed this feeling to the natural -beauty of the objects themselves, others to the freedom from care, -the silence and tranquillity which scenes of retirement afford—others -to the healthy and innocent employments of a country life—others to -the simplicity of country manners—and others to different causes; -but none to the right one. All these causes may, I believe, have a -share in producing this feeling; but there is another more general -principle, which has been left untouched, and which I shall here -explain, endeavouring to be as little sentimental as the subject will -admit.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Rousseau, in his Confessions, (the most valuable of all his works), -relates, that when he took possession of his room at Annecy, at the -house of his beloved mistress and friend, he found that he could see ‘a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>little spot of green’ from his window, which endeared his situation -the more to him, because, he says, it was the first time he had had -this object constantly before him since he left Boissy, the place where -he was at school when a child.<a id='r32' /><a href='#f32' class='c012'><sup>[32]</sup></a> Some such feeling as that here -described will be found lurking at the bottom of all our attachments of -this sort. Were it not for the recollections habitually associated with -them, natural objects could not interest the mind in the manner they -do. No doubt, the sky is beautiful; the clouds sail majestically along -its bosom; the sun is cheering; there is something exquisitely graceful -in the manner in which a plant or tree puts forth its branches; the -motion with which they bend and tremble in the evening breeze is -soft and lovely; there is music in the babbling of a brook; the view -from the top of a mountain is full of grandeur; nor can we behold -the ocean with indifference. Or, as the Minstrel sweetly sings—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh how can’st thou renounce the boundless store</div> - <div class='line'>Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!</div> - <div class='line'>The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,</div> - <div class='line'>The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields;</div> - <div class='line'>All that the genial ray of morning gilds,</div> - <div class='line'>And all that echoes to the song of even,</div> - <div class='line'>All that the mountain’s sheltering bosom shields,</div> - <div class='line'>And all the dread magnificence of heaven,</div> - <div class='line'>Oh how can’st thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It is not, however, the beautiful and magnificent alone that -we admire in Nature; the most insignificant and rudest objects are -often found connected with the strongest emotions; we become -attached to the most common and familiar images as to the face of a -friend whom we have long known, and from whom we have received -many benefits. It is because natural objects have been associated -with the sports of our childhood, with air and exercise, with our -feelings in solitude, when the mind takes the strongest hold of things, -and clings with the fondest interest to whatever strikes its attention; -with change of place, the pursuit of new scenes, and thoughts of -distant friends: it is because they have surrounded us in almost all -situations, in joy and in sorrow, in pleasure and in pain; because they -have been one chief source and nourishment of our feelings, and a -part of our being, that we love them as we do ourselves.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is, generally speaking, the same foundation for our love of -Nature as for all our habitual attachments, namely, association of -ideas. But this is not all. That which distinguishes this attachment -<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>from others is the transferable nature of our feelings with respect to -physical objects; the associations connected with any one object -extending to the whole class. My having been attached to any particular -person does not make me feel the same attachment to the next -person I may chance to meet; but, if I have once associated strong -feelings of delight with the objects of natural scenery, the tie becomes -indissoluble, and I shall ever after feel the same attachment to other -objects of the same sort. I remember when I was abroad, the trees, -and grass, and wet leaves, rustling in the walks of the Thuilleries, seemed -to be as much English, to be as much the same trees and grass, that I -had always been used to, as the sun shining over my head was the -same sun which I saw in England; the faces only were foreign to -me. Whence comes this difference? It arises from our always -imperceptibly connecting the idea of the individual with man, and only -the idea of the class with natural objects. In the one case, the -external appearance or physical structure is the least thing to be -attended to; in the other, it is every thing. The springs that move -the human form, and make it friendly or adverse to me, lie hid within -it. There is an infinity of motives, passions, and ideas contained in -that narrow compass, of which I know nothing, and in which I have -no share. Each individual is a world to himself, governed by a -thousand contradictory and wayward impulses. I can, therefore, -make no inference from one individual to another; nor can my habitual -sentiments, with respect to any individual, extend beyond himself to -others. But it is otherwise with respect to Nature. There is neither -hypocrisy, caprice, nor mental reservation in her favours. Our intercourse -with her is not liable to accident or change, interruption or -disappointment. She smiles on us still the same. Thus, to give an -obvious instance, if I have once enjoyed the cool shade of a tree, and -been lulled into a deep repose by the sound of a brook running at its -feet, I am sure that wherever I can find a tree and a brook, I can -enjoy the same pleasure again. Hence, when I imagine these objects, -I can easily form a mystic personification of the friendly power that -inhabits them, Dryad or Naiad, offering its cool fountain or its tempting -shade. Hence the origin of the Grecian mythology. All -objects of the same kind being the same, not only in their appearance, -but in their practical uses, we habitually confound them together under -the same general idea; and, whatever fondness we may have conceived -for one, is immediately placed to the common account. The most -opposite kinds and remote trains of feeling gradually go to enrich the -same sentiment; and in our love of Nature, there is all the force of -individual attachment, combined with the most airy abstraction. It is -this circumstance which gives that refinement, expansion, and wild -<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>interest to feelings of this sort, when strongly excited, which every -one must have experienced who is a true lover of Nature. The -sight of the setting sun does not affect me so much from the beauty -of the object itself, from the glory kindled through the glowing skies, -the rich broken columns of light, or the dying streaks of day, as that -it indistinctly recalls to me numberless thoughts and feelings with -which, through many a year and season, I have watched his bright -descent in the warm summer evenings, or beheld him struggling to cast -a ‘farewel sweet’ through the thick clouds of winter. I love to see -the trees first covered with leaves in the spring, the primroses peeping -out from some sheltered bank, and the innocent lambs running races -on the soft green turf; because, at that birth-time of Nature, I have -always felt sweet hopes and happy wishes—which have not been -fulfilled! The dry reeds rustling on the side of a stream,—the woods -swept by the loud blast,—the dark massy foliage of autumn,—the grey -trunks and naked branches of the trees in winter,—the sequestered -copse and wide extended heath,—the warm sunny showers, and -December snows,—have all charms for me; there is no object, however -trifling or rude, that has not, in some mood or other, found -the way to my heart; and I might say, in the words of the poet,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘To me the meanest flower that blows can give</div> - <div class='line'>Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Thus Nature is a kind of universal home, and every object it presents -to us an old acquaintance with unaltered looks.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>——‘Nature did ne’er betray</div> - <div class='line'>The heart that lov’d her, but through all the years</div> - <div class='line'>Of this our life, it is her privilege</div> - <div class='line'>To lead from joy to joy.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>For there is that consent and mutual harmony among all her works, -one undivided spirit pervading them throughout, that, if we have -once knit ourselves in hearty fellowship to any of them, they will -never afterwards appear as strangers to us, but, which ever way we turn, -we shall find a secret power to have gone out before us, moulding -them into such shapes as fancy loves, informing them with life and -sympathy, bidding them put on their festive looks and gayest attire at -our approach, and to pour all their sweets and choicest treasures at -our feet. For him, then, who has well acquainted himself with -Nature’s works, she wears always one face, and speaks the same well-known -language, striking on the heart, amidst unquiet thoughts and -the tumult of the world, like the music of one’s native tongue heard -in some far-off country.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>We do not connect the same feelings with the works of art as with -those of nature, because we refer them to man, and associate with -them the separate interests and passions which we know belong to -those who are the authors or possessors of them. Nevertheless, there -are some such objects, as a cottage, or a village church, which excite -in us the same sensations as the sight of nature, and which are, -indeed, almost always included in descriptions of natural scenery.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Or from the mountain’s sides</div> - <div class='line'>View wilds and swelling floods,</div> - <div class='line'>And hamlets brown, and dim-discover’d spires,</div> - <div class='line'>And hear their simple bell.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Which is in part, no doubt, because they are surrounded with natural -objects, and, in a populous country, inseparable from them; and also -because the human interest they excite relates to manners and feelings -which are simple, common, such as all can enter into, and which, -therefore, always produce a pleasing effect upon the mind.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 7.</span>]      ON POSTHUMOUS FAME,—WHETHER SHAKSPEARE WAS INFLUENCED BY A LOVE OF IT?      [<span class='sc'>May 22, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It has been much disputed whether Shakspeare was actuated by the -love of fame, though the question has been thought by others not to -admit of any doubt, on the ground that it was impossible for any man -of great genius to be without this feeling. It was supposed, that that -immortality, which was the natural inheritance of men of powerful -genius, must be ever present to their minds, as the reward, the object, -and the animating spring, of all their efforts. This conclusion -does not appear to be well founded, and that for the following -reasons:</p> - -<p class='c000'>First, The love of fame is the offspring of taste, rather than of -genius. The love of fame implies a knowledge of its existence. -The men of the greatest genius, whether poets or philosophers, who -lived in the first ages of society, only just emerging from the gloom of -ignorance and barbarism, could not be supposed to have much idea of -those long trails of lasting glory which they were to leave behind -them, and of which there were as yet no examples. But, after such -men, inspired by the love of truth and nature, have struck out those -lights which become the gaze and admiration of after times,—when -those who succeed in distant generations read with wondering -<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>rapture the works which the bards and sages of antiquity have bequeathed -to them,—when they contemplate the imperishable power of -intellect which survives the stroke of death and the revolutions of -empire,—it is then that the passion for fame becomes an habitual feeling -in the mind, and that men naturally wish to excite the same -sentiments of admiration in others which they themselves have felt, -and to transmit their names with the same honours to posterity. It is -from the fond enthusiastic veneration with which we recal the names -of the celebrated men of past times, and the idolatrous worship we -pay to their memories, that we learn what a delicious thing fame is, -and would willingly make any efforts or sacrifices to be thought of -in the same way. It is in the true spirit of this feeling that a modern -writer exclaims—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,</div> - <div class='line'>The poets—who on earth have made us heirs</div> - <div class='line'>Of truth and pure delight in deathless lays!</div> - <div class='line'>Oh! might my name be number’d among theirs,</div> - <div class='line'>Then gladly would I end my mortal days!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The love of fame is a species of emulation; or, in other words, the -love of admiration is in proportion to the admiration with which the -works of the highest genius have inspired us, to the delight we have -received from their habitual contemplation, and to our participation in -the general enthusiasm with which they have been regarded by mankind. -Thus there is little of this feeling discoverable in the Greek -writers, whose ideas of posthumous fame seem to have been confined -to the glory of heroic actions; whereas the Roman poets and -orators, stimulated by the reputation which their predecessors had -acquired, and having those exquisite models constantly before their -eyes, are full of it. So Milton, whose capacious mind was imbued -with the rich stores of sacred and of classic lore, to whom learning -opened her inmost page, and whose eye seemed to be ever bent back -to the great models of antiquity, was, it is evident, deeply impressed -with a feeling of lofty emulation, and a strong desire to produce some -work of lasting and equal reputation:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>——‘Nor sometimes forget</div> - <div class='line'>Those other two, equall’d with me in fate,</div> - <div class='line'>So were I equall’d with them in renown,</div> - <div class='line'>Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides,</div> - <div class='line'>And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old.’<a id='r33' /><a href='#f33' class='c012'><sup>[33]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>Spenser, who was a man of learning, had a high opinion of the regard -due to ‘famous poets’ wit’; and Lord Bacon, whose vanity is as well -known as his excessive adulation of that of others, asks, in a tone -of proud exultation, ‘Have not the poems of Homer lasted five-and-twenty -hundred years, and not a syllable of them is lost?’ -Chaucer seems to have derived his notions of fame more immediately -from the reputation acquired by the Italian poets, his contemporaries, -which had at that time spread itself over Europe; while the latter, -who were the first to unlock the springs of ancient learning, and who -slaked their thirst of knowledge at that pure fountain-head, would -naturally imbibe the same feeling from its highest source. Thus, -Dante has conveyed the finest image that can perhaps be conceived of -the power of this principle over the human mind, when he describes -the heroes and celebrated men of antiquity as ‘serene and smiling,’ -though in the shades of death,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>——‘Because on earth their names</div> - <div class='line'>In Fame’s eternal volume shine for aye.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>But it is not so in Shakspeare. There is scarcely the slightest trace -of any such feeling in his writings, nor any appearance of anxiety for -their fate, or of a desire to perfect them or make them worthy of that -immortality to which they were destined. And this indifference may -be accounted for from the very circumstance, that he was almost -entirely a man of genius, or that in him this faculty bore sway over -every other: he was either not intimately conversant with the productions -of the great writers who had gone before him, or at least was -not much indebted to them: he revelled in the world of observation -and of fancy; and perhaps his mind was of too prolific and active -a kind to dwell with intense and continued interest on the images of -beauty or of grandeur presented to it by the genius of others. He -seemed scarcely to have an individual existence of his own, but to -borrow that of others at will, and to pass successively through ‘every -variety of untried being,’—to be now <cite>Hamlet</cite>, now <cite>Othello</cite>, now -<cite>Lear</cite>, now <cite>Falstaff</cite>, now <cite>Ariel</cite>. In the mingled interests and feelings -belonging to this wide range of imaginary reality, in the tumult and -rapid transitions of this waking dream, the author could not easily -find time to think of himself, nor wish to embody that personal -identity in idle reputation after death, of which he was so little -tenacious while living. To feel a strong desire that others should -think highly of us, it is, in general, necessary that we should think -highly of ourselves. There is something of egotism, and even -pedantry, in this sentiment; and there is no author who was so little -<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>tinctured with these as Shakspeare. The passion for fame, like other -passions, requires an exclusive and exaggerated admiration of its -object, and attaches more consequence to literary attainments and -pursuits than they really possess. Shakspeare had looked too much -abroad into the world, and his views of things were of too universal -and comprehensive a cast, not to have taught him to estimate the -importance of posthumous fame according to its true value and relative -proportions. Though he might have some conception of his future -fame, he could not but feel the contrast between that and his actual -situation; and, indeed, he complains bitterly of the latter in one of -his sonnets.<a id='r34' /><a href='#f34' class='c012'><sup>[34]</sup></a> He would perhaps think, that, to be the idol of -posterity, when we are no more, was hardly a full compensation for -being the object of the glance and scorn of fools while we are living; -and that, in truth, this universal fame so much vaunted, was a vague -phantom of blind enthusiasm; for what is the amount even of Shakspeare’s -fame? That, in that very country which boasts his genius -and his birth, perhaps not one person in ten has ever heard of his -name, or read a syllable of his writings!</p> - -<p class='c000'>We will add another observation in connection with this subject, -which is, that men of the greatest genius produce their works with -too much facility (and, as it were, spontaneously) to require the love -of fame as a stimulus to their exertions, or to make them seem -deserving of the admiration of mankind as their reward. It is, indeed, -one characteristic mark of the highest class of excellence to appear -to come naturally from the mind of the author, without consciousness -or effort. The work seems like inspiration—to be the gift of some -God or of the Muse. But it is the sense of difficulty which enhances -the admiration of power, both in ourselves and in others. Hence it -is that there is nothing so remote from vanity as true genius. It is -almost as natural for those who are endowed with the highest powers -of the human mind to produce the miracles of art, as for other men to -breathe or move. Correggio, who is said to have produced some -of his divinest works almost without having seen a picture, probably -did not know that he had done anything extraordinary.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Z.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span> - <h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 8.</span>]      ON HOGARTH’S MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE      [<span class='sc'>June 5, 1814.</span></h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>The superiority of the pictures of Hogarth, which we have seen in -the late collection at the British Institution, to the common prints, is -confined chiefly to the <cite>Marriage a-la-Mode</cite>. We shall attempt to -illustrate a few of their most striking excellencies, more particularly -with reference to the expression of character. Their merits are -indeed so prominent, and have been so often discussed, that it may be -thought difficult to point out any new beauties; but they contain so -much truth of nature, they present the objects to the eye under so -many aspects and bearings, admit of so many constructions, and are -so pregnant with meaning, that the subject is in a manner inexhaustible.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Boccacio, the most refined and sentimental of all the novel-writers, -has been stigmatised as a mere inventor of licentious tales, because -readers in general have only seized on those things in his works which -were suited to their own taste, and have reflected their own grossness -back upon the writer. So it has happened that the majority of critics -having been most struck with the strong and decided expression in -Hogarth, the extreme delicacy and subtle gradations of character in -his pictures have almost entirely escaped them. In the first picture -of the <cite>Marriage a-la-Mode</cite>, the three figures of the young Nobleman, -his intended Bride, and her inamorato, the Lawyer, shew how much -Hogarth excelled in the power of giving soft and effeminate expression. -They have, however, been less noticed than the other figures, which -tell a plainer story and convey a more palpable moral. Nothing can -be more finely managed than the differences of character in these -delicate personages. The Beau sits smiling at the looking-glass, with -a reflected simper of self-admiration, and a languishing inclination of -the head, while the rest of his body is perked up on his high heels -with a certain air of tiptoe elevation. He is the Narcissus of the -reign of George <span class='fss'>II.</span>, whose powdered peruke, ruffles, gold lace, and -patches, divide his self-love unequally with his own person,—the true -Sir Plume of his day;</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Of amber-lidded snuff-box justly vain,</div> - <div class='line'>And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is the same felicity in the figure and attitude of the Bride, -courted by the Lawyer. There is the utmost flexibility, and yielding -softness in her whole person, a listless languor and tremulous suspense -in the expression of her face. It is the precise look and air which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>Pope has given to his favourite Belinda, just at the moment of the -<cite>Rape of the Lock</cite>. The heightened glow, the forward intelligence, -and loosened soul of love in the same face, in the assignation scene -before the masquerade, form a fine and instructive contrast to the -delicacy, timidity, and coy reluctance expressed in the first. The -Lawyer in both pictures is much the same—perhaps too much so—though -even this unmoved, unaltered appearance may be designed as -characteristic. In both cases he has ‘a person, and a smooth dispose, -framed to make woman false.’ He is full of that easy good-humour -and easy good opinion of himself, with which the sex are delighted. -There is not a sharp angle in his face to obstruct his success, or give -a hint of doubt or difficulty. His whole aspect is round and rosy, -lively and unmeaning, happy without the least expense of thought, -careless and inviting; and conveys a perfect idea of the uninterrupted -glide and pleasing murmur of the soft periods that flow from his -tongue.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The expression of the Bride in the Morning Scene is the most -highly seasoned, and at the same time the most vulgar in the series. -The figure, face, and attitude of the Husband are inimitable. Hogarth -has with great skill contrasted the pale countenance of the husband -with the yellow whitish colour of the marble chimney-piece behind -him, in such a manner as to preserve the fleshy tone of the former. -The airy splendour of the view of the inner room in this picture is -probably not exceeded by any of the productions of the Flemish School.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Young Girl in the third picture, who is represented as the -victim of fashionable profligacy, is unquestionably one of the artist’s -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">chef-d’œuvres</span></span></i>. The exquisite delicacy of the painting is only surpassed -by the felicity and subtlety of the conception. Nothing can -be more striking than the contrast between the extreme softness -of her person, and the hardened indifference of her character. The -vacant stillness, the docility to vice, the premature suppression of -youthful sensibility, the doll-like mechanism of the whole figure, -which seems to have no other feeling but a sickly sense of pain,—shew -the deepest insight into human nature, and into the effects of -those refinements in depravity by which it has been good-naturedly -asserted, that ‘vice loses half its evil in losing all its grossness.’ The -story of this picture is in some parts very obscure and enigmatical. -It is certain that the Nobleman is not looking straightforward to the -Quack, whom he seems to have been threatening with his cane, but -that his eyes are turned up with an ironical leer of triumph to the -Procuress. The commanding attitude and size of this woman, the -swelling circumference of her dress, spread out like a turkey-cock’s -feathers,—the fierce, ungovernable, inveterate malignity of her countenance, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>which hardly needs the comment of the clasp-knife to explain -her purpose, are all admirable in themselves, and still more so, as they -are opposed to the mute insensibility, the elegant negligence of the -dress, and the childish figure of the girl, who is supposed to be her -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">protégée</span></i>. As for the Quack, there can be no doubt entertained about -him. His face seems as if it were composed of salve, and his -features exhibit all the chaos and confusion of the most gross, -ignorant, and impudent empiricism.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The gradations of ridiculous affectation in the Music Scene are -finely imagined and preserved. The preposterous, overstrained -admiration of the Lady of Quality, the sentimental, insipid, patient -delight of the Man with his hair in papers and sipping his tea,—the -pert, smirking, conceited, half-distorted approbation of the figure next -to him, the transition to the total insensibility of the round face in -profile, and then to the wonder of the Negro-boy at the rapture of -his Mistress, form a perfect whole. The sanguine complexion and -flame-coloured hair of the female Virtuoso throw an additional light -on the character. This is lost in the print. The continuing the red -colour of the hair into the back of the chair has been pointed out as -one of those instances of alliteration in colouring, of which these -pictures are everywhere full. The gross bloated appearance of the -Italian Singer is well relieved by the hard features of the instrumental -performer behind him, which might be carved of wood. The Negro-boy, -holding the chocolate, both in expression, colour, and execution, -is a master-piece. The gay, lively derision of the other Negro boy, -playing with the Actæon, is an ingenious contrast to the profound -amazement of the first. Some account has already been given of the -two lovers in this picture. It is curious to observe the infinite activity -of mind which the artist displays on every occasion. An instance -occurs in the present picture. He has so contrived the papers in the -hair of the Bride, as to make them look almost like a wreath of half-blown -flowers, while those which he has placed on the head of the -musical Amateur very much resemble a <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cheveux-de-frise</span></i> of horns, which -adorn and fortify the lack-lustre expression and mild resignation of the -face beneath.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Night Scene is inferior to the rest of the series. The attitude -of the Husband, who is just killed, is one in which it would be impossible -for him to stand or even to fall. It resembles the loose -pasteboard figures they make for children. The characters in the -last picture, in which the Wife dies, are all masterly. We would -particularly refer to the captious, petulant self-sufficiency of the -Apothecary, whose face and figure are constructed on exact physiognomical -principles, and to the fine example of passive obedience and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>non-resistance in the Servant, whom he is taking to task, and whose -coat of green and yellow livery is as long and melancholy as his face. -The disconsolate look, the haggard eyes, the open mouth, the comb -sticking in the hair, the broken, gapped teeth, which, as it were, hitch -in an answer—every thing about him denotes the utmost perplexity -and dismay. The harmony and gradations of colour in this picture -are uniformly preserved with the greatest nicety, and are well worthy -the attention of the artist.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 9.</span>]      THE SUBJECT CONTINUED      [<span class='sc'>June 19, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It has been observed, that Hogarth’s pictures are exceedingly unlike -any other representations of the same kind of subjects—that they -form a class, and have a character, peculiar to themselves. It may -be worth while to consider in what this general distinction consists.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In the first place, they are, in the strictest sense, <em>Historical</em> pictures; -and if what Fielding says be true, that his novel of <cite>Tom Jones</cite> ought -to be regarded as an epic prose-poem, because it contained a regular -developement of fable, manners, character, and passion, the compositions -of Hogarth will, in like manner, be found to have a higher -claim to the title of Epic Pictures than many which have of late -arrogated that denomination to themselves. When we say that -Hogarth treated his subjects historically, we mean that his works -represent the manners and humours of mankind in action, and their -characters by varied expression. Every thing in his pictures has life -and motion in it. Not only does the business of the scene never -stand still, but every feature and muscle is put into full play; the -exact feeling of the moment is brought out, and carried to its utmost -height, and then instantly seized and stamped on the canvass for ever. -The expression is always taken <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">en passant</span></i>, in a state of progress or -change, and, as it were, at the salient point. Besides the excellence -of each individual face, the reflection of the expression from face to -face, the contrast and struggle of particular motives and feelings in -the different actors in the scene, as of anger, contempt, laughter, -compassion, are conveyed in the happiest and most lively manner. -His figures are not like the back-ground on which they are painted: -even the pictures on the wall have a peculiar look of their own. -Again, with the rapidity, variety, and scope of history, Hogarth’s -heads have all the reality and correctness of portraits. He gives the -extremes of character and expression, but he gives them with perfect -truth and accuracy. This is, in fact, what distinguishes his compositions -<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>from all others of the same kind, that they are equally -remote from caricature, and from mere still life. It of course happens -in subjects from common life, that the painter can procure real models, -and he can get them to sit as long as he pleases. Hence, in general, -those attitudes and expressions have been chosen which could be -assumed the longest; and in imitating which, the artist, by taking -pains and time, might produce almost as complete fac-similes as he -could of a flower or a flower-pot, of a damask curtain, or a china -vase. The copy was as perfect and as uninteresting in the one case -as in the other. On the contrary, subjects of drollery and ridicule -affording frequent examples of strange deformity and peculiarity of -features, these have been eagerly seized by another class of artists, -who, without subjecting themselves to the laborious drudgery of the -Dutch School and their imitators, have produced our popular caricatures, -by rudely copying or exaggerating the casual irregularities -of the human countenance. Hogarth has equally avoided the faults -of both these styles, the insipid tameness of the one, and the gross -vulgarity of the other, so as to give to the productions of his pencil -equal solidity and effect. For his faces go to the very verge of -caricature, and yet never (we believe in any single instance) go -beyond it: they take the very widest latitude, and yet we always -see the links which bind them to nature: they bear all the marks -and carry all the conviction of reality with them, as if we had seen -the actual faces for the first time, from the precision, consistency, and -good sense, with which the whole and every part is made out. They -exhibit the most uncommon features with the most uncommon expressions, -but which are yet as familiar and intelligible as possible, -because with all the boldness they have all the truth of nature. -Hogarth has left behind him as many of these memorable faces, -in their memorable moments, as perhaps most of us remember in -the course of our lives, and has thus doubled the quantity of our -observation.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have, in a former paper, attempted to point out the fund of -observation, physical and moral, contained in one set of these pictures, -the <cite>Marriage a-la-Mode</cite>. The rest would furnish as many topics -to descant upon, were the patience of the reader as inexhaustible as -the painter’s invention. But as this is not the case, we shall content -ourselves with barely referring to some of those figures in the other -pictures, which appear the most striking, and which we see not only -while we are looking at them, but which we have before us at all -other times. For instance, who having seen can easily forget that -exquisite frost-piece of religion and morality, the antiquated Prude -in the Morning Scene; or that striking commentary on the <em>good old -<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>times</em>, the little wretched appendage of a Foot-boy, who crawls half -famished and half frozen behind her? The French Man and Woman -in the Noon are the perfection of flighty affectation and studied -grimace; the amiable <em>fraternisation</em> of the two old Women saluting -each other is not enough to be admired; and in the little Master, in -the same national group, we see the early promise and personification -of that eternal principle of wondrous self-complacency, proof against -all circumstances, and which makes the French the only people -who are vain even of being cuckolded and being conquered! Or -shall we prefer to this the outrageous distress and unmitigated terrors -of the Boy, who has dropped his dish of meat, and who seems red -all over with shame and vexation, and bursting with the noise he -makes? Or what can be better than the good housewifery of the -Girl underneath, who is devouring the lucky fragments, or than the -plump, ripe, florid, luscious look of the Servant-wench, embraced by -a greasy rascal of an Othello, with her pye-dish tottering like her -virtue, and with the most precious part of its contents running over? -Just—no, not quite—as good is the joke of the Woman over-head, -who, having quarrelled with her husband, is throwing their Sunday’s -dinner out of the window, to complete this chapter of accidents of -baked-dishes. The Husband in the Evening Scene is certainly as meek -as any recorded in history; but we cannot say that we admire this -picture, or the Night Scene after it. But then, in the Taste in High -Life, there is that inimitable pair, differing only in sex, congratulating -and delighting one another by ‘all the mutually reflected charities’ -of folly and affectation, with the young Lady coloured like a rose, -dandling her little, black, pug-faced, white-teethed, chuckling favourite, -and with the portrait of Mons. Des Noyers in the back-ground, -dancing in a grand ballet, surrounded by butterflies. And again, in -the Election Dinner, is the immortal Cobler, surrounded by his -Peers, who, ‘frequent and full,’—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘In <em>loud</em> recess and <em>brawling</em> conclave sit’:—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>the Jew in the second picture, a very Jew in grain—innumerable fine -sketches of heads in the Polling for Votes, of which the Nobleman -overlooking the caricaturist is the best; and then the irresistible -tumultuous display of broad humour in the Chairing the Member, -which is, perhaps, of all Hogarth’s pictures, the most full of laughable -incidents and situations—the yellow, rusty-faced thresher, with -his swinging flail, breaking the head of one of the Chairmen, and his -redoubted antagonist, the Sailor, with his oak-stick, and stumping -wooden leg, a supplemental cudgel—the persevering ecstasy of the -hobbling Blind Fiddler, who, in the fray, appears to have been trod -<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>upon by the artificial excrescence of the honest Tar—Monsieur, the -Monkey, with piteous aspect, speculating the impending disaster of -the triumphant candidate, and his brother Bruin, appropriating the -paunch—the precipitous flight of the Pigs, souse over head into the -water, the fine Lady fainting, with vermilion lips, and the two Chimney-sweepers, -satirical young rogues! We had almost forgot the -Politician who is burning a hole through his hat with a candle in -reading the newspaper; and the Chickens, in the <cite>March to Finchley</cite>, -wandering in search of their lost dam, who is found in the pocket -of the Serjeant. Of the pictures in the <cite>Rake’s Progress</cite> in this -collection, we shall not here say any thing, because we think them, -on the whole, inferior to the prints, and because they have already -been criticised by a writer, to whom we could add nothing, in a -paper which ought to be read by every lover of Hogarth and of -English genius.<a id='r35' /><a href='#f35' class='c012'><sup>[35]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 10.</span>]      ON MILTON’S LYCIDAS      [<span class='sc'>Aug. 6, 1815.</span></h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘At last he rose, and twitch’d his mantle blue:</div> - <div class='line'>To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Of all Milton’s smaller poems, <em>Lycidas</em> is the greatest favourite -with us. We cannot agree to the charge which Dr. Johnson has -brought against it, of pedantry and want of feeling. It is the fine -emanation of classical sentiment in a youthful scholar—‘most musical, -most melancholy.’ A certain tender gloom overspreads it, a wayward -abstraction, a forgetfulness of his subject in the serious reflections -that arise out of it. The gusts of passion come and go like the -sounds of music borne on the wind. The loss of the friend whose -death he laments seems to have recalled, with double force, the reality -of those speculations which they had indulged together; we are -transported to classic ground, and a mysterious strain steals responsive -on the ear while we listen to the poet,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We shall proceed to give a few passages at length in support of our -opinion. The first we shall quote is as remarkable for the truth and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>sweetness of the natural descriptions as for the characteristic elegance -of the allusions:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Together both, ere the high lawns appear’d</div> - <div class='line'>Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,</div> - <div class='line'>We drove a-field; and both together heard</div> - <div class='line'>What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,</div> - <div class='line'>Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night,</div> - <div class='line'>Oft till the star that rose at evening bright</div> - <div class='line'>Towards Heaven’s descent had sloped his westering wheel.</div> - <div class='line'>Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute,</div> - <div class='line'>Temper’d to the oaten flute:</div> - <div class='line'>Rough satyrs danced, and fauns with cloven heel</div> - <div class='line'>From the glad sound would not be absent long,</div> - <div class='line'>And old Dametas loved to hear our song.</div> - <div class='line'>But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone,</div> - <div class='line'>Now thou art gone, and never must return!</div> - <div class='line'>Thee, shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves</div> - <div class='line'>With wild thyme and the gadding vine o’ergrown,</div> - <div class='line'>And all their echoes mourn.</div> - <div class='line'>The willows and the hazel copses green</div> - <div class='line'>Shall now no more be seen</div> - <div class='line'>Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.</div> - <div class='line'>As killing as the canker to the rose,</div> - <div class='line'>Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,</div> - <div class='line'>Or frost to flowers that their gay wardrobe wear,</div> - <div class='line'>When first the white-thorn blows;</div> - <div class='line'>Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd’s ear!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>After the fine apostrophe on Fame which Phœbus is invoked to -utter, the poet proceeds:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh fountain Arethuse, and thou honour’d flood,</div> - <div class='line'>Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown’d with vocal reeds,</div> - <div class='line'>That strain I heard was of a higher mood;</div> - <div class='line'>But now my oat proceeds,</div> - <div class='line'>And listens to the herald of the sea</div> - <div class='line'>That came in Neptune’s plea.</div> - <div class='line'>He ask’d the waves, and ask’d the felon winds,</div> - <div class='line'>What hard mishap hath doom’d this gentle swain?</div> - <div class='line'>And question’d every gust of rugged winds</div> - <div class='line'>That blows from off each beaked promontory.</div> - <div class='line'>They knew not of his story:</div> - <div class='line'>And sage Hippotades their answer brings,</div> - <div class='line'>That not a blast was from his dungeon stray’d,</div> - <div class='line'>The air was calm, and on the level brine</div> - <div class='line'>Sleek Panope with all her sisters play’d.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If this is art, it is perfect art; nor do we wish for anything better. -The measure of the verse, the very sound of the names, would almost -<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>produce the effect here described. To ask the poet not to make -use of such allusions as these, is to ask the painter not to dip in -the colours of the rainbow, if he could. In fact, it is the common -cant of criticism to consider every allusion to the classics, and particularly -in a mind like Milton’s, as pedantry and affectation. Habit is -a second nature; and, in this sense, the pedantry (if it is to be called -so) of the scholastic enthusiast, who is constantly referring to images -of which his mind is full, is as graceful as it is natural. It is not -affectation in him to recur to ideas and modes of expression, with -which he has the strongest associations, and in which he takes the -greatest delight. Milton was as conversant with the world of genius -before him as with the world of nature about him; the fables of the -ancient mythology were as familiar to him as his dreams. To be a -pedant, is to see neither the beauties of nature nor of art. Milton -saw both; and he made use of the one only to adorn and give new -interest to the other. He was a passionate admirer of nature; and, -in a single couplet of his, describing the moon,—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Like one that had been led astray</div> - <div class='line'>Through the heaven’s wide pathless way,’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>there is more intense observation, and intense feeling of nature (as if -he had gazed himself blind in looking at her), than in twenty volumes -of descriptive poetry. But he added to his own observation of -nature the splendid fictions of ancient genius, enshrined her in the -mysteries of ancient religion, and celebrated her with the pomp of -ancient names.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow,</div> - <div class='line'>His mantle hairy and his bonnet sedge,</div> - <div class='line'>Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge</div> - <div class='line'>Like to that sanguine flower inscrib’d with woe.</div> - <div class='line'>Oh! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?</div> - <div class='line'>Last came, and last did go,</div> - <div class='line'>The pilot of the Galilean lake.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is a wonderful correspondence in the rhythm of these lines to -the idea which they convey. This passage, which alludes to the -clerical character of <em>Lycidas</em>, has been found fault with, as combining -the truths of the Christian religion with the fictions of the heathen -mythology. We conceive there is very little foundation for this -objection, either in reason or good taste. We will not go so far as -to defend Camoens, who, in his <cite>Lusiad</cite>, makes Jupiter send Mercury -with a dream to propagate the Catholic religion; nor do we know -that it is generally proper to introduce the two things in the same -<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>poem, though we see no objection to it here; but of this we are -quite sure, that there is no inconsistency or natural repugnance -between this poetical and religious faith in the same mind. To the -understanding, the belief of the one is incompatible with that of the -other; but in the imagination, they not only may, but do constantly -co-exist. We will venture to go farther, and maintain, that every -classical scholar, however orthodox a Christian he may be, is an -honest Heathen at heart. This requires explanation. Whoever, -then, attaches a reality to any idea beyond the mere name, has, to a -certain extent, (though not an abstract), an habitual and practical belief -in it. Now, to any one familiar with the names of the personages of the -Heathen mythology, they convey a positive identity beyond the mere -name. We refer them to something out of ourselves. It is only by -an effort of abstraction that we divest ourselves of the idea of their -reality; all our involuntary prejudices are on their side. This is -enough for the poet. They impose on the imagination by all the -attractions of beauty and grandeur. They come down to us in -sculpture and in song. We have the same associations with them, as -if they had really been; for the belief of the fiction in ancient times -has produced all the same effects as the reality could have done. It -was a reality to the minds of the ancient Greeks and Romans, and -through them it is reflected to us. And, as we shape towers, and men, -and armed steeds, out of the broken clouds that glitter in the distant -horizon, so, throned above the ruins of the ancient world, Jupiter -still nods sublime on the top of blue Olympus, Hercules leans upon -his club, Apollo has not laid aside his bow, nor Neptune his trident; the -sea-gods ride upon the sounding waves, the long procession of heroes -and demi-gods passes in endless review before us, and still we hear</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>——‘The Muses in a ring</div> - <div class='line'>Aye round about Jove’s altar sing:</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea,</div> - <div class='line'>And hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If all these mighty fictions had really existed, they could have done -no more for us! We shall only give one other passage from <em>Lycidas</em>; -but we flatter ourselves that it will be a treat to our readers, if they -are not already familiar with it. It is the passage which contains that -exquisite description of the flowers:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past</div> - <div class='line'>That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse,</div> - <div class='line'>And call the vales, and bid them hither cast</div> - <div class='line'>Their bells, and flow’rets of a thousand hues.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use</div> - <div class='line'>Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks,</div> - <div class='line'>On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks,</div> - <div class='line'>Throw hither all your quaint enamell’d eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>That on the green turf suck the honied showers,</div> - <div class='line'>And purple all the ground with vernal flowers;</div> - <div class='line'>Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,</div> - <div class='line'>The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,</div> - <div class='line'>The white pink, and the pansy freak’d with jet,</div> - <div class='line'>The glowing violet,</div> - <div class='line'>The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine,</div> - <div class='line'>With cowslips wan, that hang the pensive head,</div> - <div class='line'>And every flower that sad embroidery wears;</div> - <div class='line'>Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,</div> - <div class='line'>And daffadillies fill their cups with tears,</div> - <div class='line'>To strew the laureat hearse where Lycid lies.</div> - <div class='line'>For so to interpose a little ease</div> - <div class='line'>Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.</div> - <div class='line'>Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding seas</div> - <div class='line'>Waft far away, where’er thy bones are hurl’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,</div> - <div class='line'>Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide</div> - <div class='line'>Visit’st the bottom of the monstrous world,</div> - <div class='line'>Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied,</div> - <div class='line'>Sleep’st by the fable of Bellerus old,</div> - <div class='line'>Where the great vision of the guarded mount</div> - <div class='line'>Looks towards Namancos and Bayona’s hold,</div> - <div class='line'>Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth,</div> - <div class='line'>And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Dr. Johnson is very much offended at the introduction of these -Dolphins; and indeed, if he had had to guide them through the waves, -he would have made much the same figure as his old friend Dr. -Burney does, swimming in the <em>Thames</em> with his wig on, with the -water-nymphs, in the picture by Barry at the Adelphi.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is a description of flowers in the <cite>Winter’s Tale</cite>, which we -shall give as a parallel to Milton’s. We shall leave it to the reader -to decide which is the finest; for we dare not give the preference. -<em>Perdita</em> says,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>——‘Here’s flowers for you,</div> - <div class='line'>Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram,</div> - <div class='line'>The marygold, that goes to bed with the sun,</div> - <div class='line'>And with him rises weeping; these are flowers</div> - <div class='line'>Of middle summer, and I think, they’re given</div> - <div class='line'>To men of middle age. Y’are welcome.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Camillo.</em> I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,</div> - <div class='line'>And only live by gazing.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>‘<em>Perdita.</em> Out, alas!</div> - <div class='line'>You’d be so lean, that blasts of January</div> - <div class='line'>Would blow you through and through. Now, my fairest friend,</div> - <div class='line'>I would I had some flowers o’ th’ spring, that might</div> - <div class='line'>Become your time of day: O Proserpina,</div> - <div class='line'>For the flowers now, that, frighted, you let fall</div> - <div class='line'>From Dis’s waggon! Daffodils,</div> - <div class='line'>That come before the swallow dares, and take</div> - <div class='line'>The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,</div> - <div class='line'>But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses,</div> - <div class='line'>That die unmarried, ere they can behold</div> - <div class='line'>Bright Phœbus in his strength, a malady</div> - <div class='line'>Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and</div> - <div class='line'>The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,</div> - <div class='line'>The flower de lis being one. O, these I lack</div> - <div class='line'>To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,</div> - <div class='line'>To strew him o’er and o’er.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Dr. Johnson’s general remark, that Milton’s genius had not room -to show itself in his smaller pieces, is not well-founded. Not to -mention <em>Lycidas</em>, the <em>Allegro</em>, and <em>Penseroso</em>, it proceeds on a false -estimate of the merits of his great work, which is not more distinguished -by strength and sublimity than by tenderness and beauty. The last -were as essential qualities of Milton’s mind as the first. The battle -of the angels, which has been commonly considered as the best part -of the <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, is the worst.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 11.</span>]      ON MILTON’S VERSIFICATION      [<span class='sc'>Aug. 20, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Milton’s works are a perpetual invocation to the Muses; a hymn to -Fame. His religious zeal infused its character into his imagination; -and he devotes himself with the same sense of duty to the cultivation -of his genius, as he did to the exercise of virtue, or the good of his -country. He does not write from casual impulse, but after a severe -examination of his own strength, and with a determination to leave -nothing undone which it is in his power to do. He always labours, -and he almost always succeeds. He strives to say the finest things -in the world, and he does say them. He adorns and dignifies his -subject to the utmost. He surrounds it with all the possible associations -of beauty or grandeur, whether moral, or physical, or intellectual. -He refines on his descriptions of beauty, till the sense almost aches -<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>at them, and raises his images of terror to a gigantic elevation, that -‘makes Ossa like a wart.’ He has a high standard, with which -he is constantly comparing himself, and nothing short of which can -satisfy him:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘Sad task, yet argument</div> - <div class='line'>Not less but more heroic than the wrath</div> - <div class='line'>Of stern Achilles on his foe pursued,</div> - <div class='line'>If answerable stile I can obtain.</div> - <div class='line'>——Unless an age too late, or cold</div> - <div class='line'>Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Milton has borrowed more than any other writer; yet he is -perfectly distinct from every other writer. The power of his mind is -stamped on every line. He is a writer of centos, and yet in originality -only inferior to Homer. The quantity of art shews the strength of -his genius; so much art would have overloaded any other writer. -Milton’s learning has all the effect of intuition. He describes objects -of which he had only read in books, with the vividness of actual -observation. His imagination has the force of nature. He makes -words tell as pictures:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Him followed Rimmon, whose delightful seat</div> - <div class='line'>Was fair Damascus, on the fertile banks</div> - <div class='line'>Of Abbana and Pharphar, <em>lucid</em> streams.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And again:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘As when a vulture on Imaus bred,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds,</div> - <div class='line'>Dislodging from a region scarce of prey</div> - <div class='line'>To gorge the flesh of lambs or yearling kids</div> - <div class='line'>On hills where flocks are fed, <em>flies towards the springs</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>But in his way lights on the barren plains</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Of Sericana, where Chineses drive</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>With sails and wind their cany waggons light</em>.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Such passages may be considered as demonstrations of history. -Instances might be multiplied without end. There is also a decided -tone in his descriptions, an eloquent dogmatism, as if the poet -spoke from thorough conviction, which Milton probably derived from -his spirit of partisanship, or else his spirit of partisanship from the -natural firmness and vehemence of his mind. In this Milton resembles -Dante, (the only one of the moderns with whom he has anything in -common), and it is remarkable that Dante, as well as Milton, was a -political partisan. That approximation to the severity of impassioned -<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>prose which has been made an objection to Milton’s poetry, is one of -its chief excellencies. It has been suggested, that the vividness with -which he describes visible objects, might be owing to their having -acquired a greater strength in his mind after the privation of sight; -but we find the same palpableness and solidity in the descriptions -which occur in his early poems. There is, indeed, the same depth -of impression in his descriptions of the objects of the other senses. -Milton had as much of what is meant by <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">gusto</span></i> as any poet. He -forms the most intense conceptions of things, and then embodies them -by a single stroke of his pen. Force of style is perhaps his first -excellence. Hence he stimulates us most in the reading, and less -afterwards.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It has been said that Milton’s ideas were musical rather than -picturesque, but this observation is not true, in the sense in which it -was meant. The ear, indeed, predominates over the eye, because it -is more immediately affected, and because the language of music -blends more immediately with, and forms a more natural accompaniment -to, the variable and indefinite associations of ideas conveyed by -words. But where the associations of the imagination are not the -principal thing, the individual object is given by Milton with equal -force and beauty. The strongest and best proof of this, as a characteristic -power of his mind, is, that the persons of Adam and Eve, of -Satan, etc., are always accompanied, in our imagination, with the -grandeur of the naked figure; they convey to us the ideas of sculpture. -As an instance, take the following:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'>——‘He soon</div> - <div class='line'>Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand,</div> - <div class='line'>The same whom John saw also in the sun:</div> - <div class='line'>His back was turned, but not his brightness hid;</div> - <div class='line'>Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar</div> - <div class='line'>Circled his head, nor less his locks behind</div> - <div class='line'>Illustrious on his shoulders fledged with wings</div> - <div class='line'>Lay waving round; on some great charge employ’d</div> - <div class='line'>He seem’d, or fix’d in cogitation deep.</div> - <div class='line'>Glad was the spirit impure, as now in hope</div> - <div class='line'>To find who might direct his wand’ring flight</div> - <div class='line'>To Paradise, the happy seat of man,</div> - <div class='line'>His journey’s end, and our beginning woe.</div> - <div class='line'>But first he casts to change his proper shape,</div> - <div class='line'>Which else might work him danger or delay:</div> - <div class='line'>And now a stripling cherub he appears,</div> - <div class='line'>Not of the prime, yet such as in his face</div> - <div class='line'>Youth smiled celestial, and to every limb</div> - <div class='line'>Suitable grace diffus’d, so well he feign’d:</div> - <div class='line'>Under a coronet his flowing hair</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>In curls on either cheek play’d; wings he wore</div> - <div class='line'>Of many a colour’d plume sprinkled with gold,</div> - <div class='line'>His habit fit for speed succinct, and held</div> - <div class='line'>Before his decent steps a silver wand.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The figures introduced here have all the elegance and precision of -a Greek statue.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Milton’s blank verse is the only blank verse in the language (except -Shakspeare’s) which is readable. Dr. Johnson, who had modelled -his ideas of versification on the regular sing-song of Pope, condemns -the <cite>Paradise Lost</cite> as harsh and unequal. We shall not pretend to -say that this is not sometimes the case; for where a degree of -excellence beyond the mechanical rules of art is attempted the poet -must sometimes fail. But we imagine that there are more perfect -examples in Milton of musical expression, or of an adaptation of the -sound and movement of the verse to the meaning of the passage, than -in all our other writers, whether of rhyme or blank verse, put together, -(with the exception already mentioned). Spenser is the most -harmonious of our poets, and Dryden is the most sounding and varied -of our rhymists. But in neither is there anything like the same ear -for music, the same power of approximating the varieties of poetical -to those of musical rhythm, as there is in our great epic poet. The -sound of his lines is moulded into the expression of the sentiment, -almost of the very image. They rise or fall, pause or hurry rapidly -on, with exquisite art, but without the least trick or affectation, as the -occasion seems to require.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The following are some of the finest instances:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>——‘His hand was known</div> - <div class='line'>In Heaven by many a tower’d structure high;</div> - <div class='line'>Nor was his name unheard or unador’d</div> - <div class='line'>In ancient Greece: and in the Ausonian land</div> - <div class='line'>Men called him Mulciber: and how he fell</div> - <div class='line'>From Heav’n, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove</div> - <div class='line'>Sheer o’er the crystal battlements; from morn</div> - <div class='line'>To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,</div> - <div class='line'>A summer’s day; and with the setting sun</div> - <div class='line'>Dropt from the zenith like a falling star</div> - <div class='line'>On Lemnos, the Ægean isle: this they relate,</div> - <div class='line'>Erring.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>——‘But chief the spacious hall</div> - <div class='line'>Thick swarm’d, both on the ground and in the air,</div> - <div class='line'>Brush’d with the hiss of rustling wings. As bees</div> - <div class='line'>In spring time, when the sun with Taurus rides,</div> - <div class='line'>Pour forth their populous youth about the hive</div> - <div class='line'>In clusters; they among fresh dews and flow’rs</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>Fly to and fro: or on the smoothed plank,</div> - <div class='line'>The suburb of their straw-built citadel,</div> - <div class='line'>New rubb’d with balm, expatiate and confer</div> - <div class='line'>Their state affairs. So thick the airy crowd</div> - <div class='line'>Swarm’d and were straiten’d; till the signal giv’n,</div> - <div class='line'>Behold a wonder! They but now who seem’d</div> - <div class='line'>In bigness to surpass earth’s giant sons,</div> - <div class='line'>Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room</div> - <div class='line'>Throng numberless, like that Pygmean race</div> - <div class='line'>Beyond the Indian mount, or fairy elves,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose midnight revels by a forest side</div> - <div class='line'>Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,</div> - <div class='line'>Or dreams he sees, while over-head the moon</div> - <div class='line'>Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth</div> - <div class='line'>Wheels her pale course: they on their mirth and dance</div> - <div class='line'>Intent, with jocund music charm his ear;</div> - <div class='line'>At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We can only give another instance; though we have some difficulty -in leaving off. ‘What a pity,’ said an ingenious person of our -acquaintance, ‘that Milton had not the pleasure of reading <cite>Paradise -Lost</cite>!’—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Round he surveys (and well might, where he stood</div> - <div class='line'>So high above the circling canopy</div> - <div class='line'>Of night’s extended shade) from eastern point</div> - <div class='line'>Of Libra to the fleecy star that bears</div> - <div class='line'>Andromeda far off Atlantic seas</div> - <div class='line'>Beyond th’ horizon: then from pole to pole</div> - <div class='line'>He views in breadth, and without longer pause</div> - <div class='line'>Down right into the world’s first region throws</div> - <div class='line'>His flight precipitant, and winds with ease</div> - <div class='line'>Through the pure marble air his oblique way</div> - <div class='line'>Amongst innumerable stars that shone</div> - <div class='line'>Stars distant, but nigh hand seem’d other worlds;</div> - <div class='line'>Or other worlds they seem’d or happy isles,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The verse, in this exquisitely modulated passage, floats up and -down as if it had itself wings. Milton has himself given us the theory -of his versification.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘In many a winding bout</div> - <div class='line'>Of linked sweetness long drawn out.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Dr. Johnson and Pope would have converted his vaulting Pegasus -into a rocking-horse. Read any other blank verse but Milton’s,—Thomson’s, -Young’s, Cowper’s, Wordsworth’s,—and it will be found, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>from the want of the same insight into ‘the hidden soul of harmony,’ -to be mere lumbering prose.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div><em>To the President of The Round Table.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sir</span>,—It is somewhat remarkable, that in <cite>Pope’s Essay on Criticism</cite> (not a very -long poem) there are no less than half a score couplets rhyming to the word <em>sense</em>.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘But of the two, less dangerous is the offence,</div> - <div class='line'>To tire our patience than mislead our sense.’—<em>lines</em> 3, 4.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘In search of wit these lose their common sense,</div> - <div class='line'>And then turn critics in their own defence.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 28, 29.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence,</div> - <div class='line'>And fills up all the mighty void of sense.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 209, 10.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Some by old words to fame have made pretence,</div> - <div class='line'>Ancients in phrase, mere moderns in their sense.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 324, 5.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘’Tis not enough no harshness gives offence;</div> - <div class='line'>The sound must seem an echo to the sense.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 364, 5.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘At every trifle scorn to take offence;</div> - <div class='line'>That always shews great pride or little sense.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 386, 7.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Be silent always, when you doubt your sense,</div> - <div class='line'>And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 566, 7.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Be niggards of advice on no pretence,</div> - <div class='line'>For the worst avarice is that of sense.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 578, 9.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Strain out the last dull dropping of their sense,</div> - <div class='line'>And rhyme with all the rage of impotence.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 608, 9.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Horace still charms with graceful negligence,</div> - <div class='line'>And without method talks us into sense.’—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">l.</span></i> 653, 4.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-r c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I am, Sir, your humble servant,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in26'><span class='sc'>A Small Critic</span>.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 12.</span>]      ON MANNER      [<span class='sc'>Aug. 27, 1815.</span> [<span class='sc'>Sep. 3, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It was the opinion of Lord Chesterfield, that <em>manner</em> is of more -importance than <em>matter</em>. This opinion seems at least to be warranted -by the practice of the world; nor do we think it so entirely without -foundation as some persons of more solid than showy pretensions -would make us believe. In the remarks which we are going to -make, we can scarcely hope to have any party very warmly on our -side; for the most superficial coxcomb would be thought to owe his -success to sterling merit.</p> - -<p class='c000'>What any person says or does is one thing; the mode in which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>he says or does it is another. The last of these is what we understand -by <em>manner</em>. In other words, manner is the involuntary or -incidental expression given to our thoughts and sentiments by looks, -tones, and gestures. Now, we are inclined in many cases to prefer -this latter mode of judging of what passes in the mind to more -positive and formal proof, were it for no other reason than that it is -involuntary. ‘Look,’ says Lord Chesterfield, ‘in the face of the -person to whom you are speaking, if you wish to know his real -sentiments; for he can command his words more easily than his -countenance.’ We may perform certain actions from design, or repeat -certain professions by rote: the manner of doing either will in general -be the best test of our sincerity. The mode of conferring a favour -is often thought of more value than the favour itself. The actual -obligation may spring from a variety of questionable motives, vanity, -affectation, or interest: the cordiality with which the person from -whom you have received it asks you how you do, or shakes you by -the hand, does not admit of misinterpretation. The manner of doing -any thing, is that which marks the degree and force of our internal -impressions; it emanates most directly from our immediate or habitual -feelings; it is that which stamps its life and character on any action; -the rest may be performed by an automaton. What is it that makes -the difference between the best and the worst actor, but the manner -of going through the same part? The one has a perfect idea of the -degree and force with which certain feelings operate in nature, and -the other has no idea at all of the workings of passion. There would -be no difference between the worst actor in the world and the best, -placed in real circumstances, and under the influence of real passion. -A writer may express the thoughts he has borrowed from another, -but not with the same force, unless he enters into the true spirit of -them. Otherwise he will resemble a person reading what he does -not understand, whom you immediately detect by his wrong emphasis. -His illustrations will be literally exact, but misplaced and awkward; -he will not gradually warm with his subject, nor feel the force of -what he says, nor produce the same effect on his readers. An -author’s style is not less a criterion of his understanding than his -sentiments. The same story told by two different persons shall, from -the difference of the manner, either set the table in a roar, or not -relax a feature in the whole company. We sometimes complain -(perhaps rather unfairly) that particular persons possess more vivacity -than wit. But we ought to take into the account, that their very -vivacity arises from their enjoying the joke; and their humouring a -story by drollery of gesture or archness of look, shews only that they -are acquainted with the different ways in which the sense of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>ludicrous expresses itself. It is not the mere dry jest, but the relish -which the person himself has of it, with which we sympathise. For -in all that tends to pleasure and excitement, the capacity for enjoyment -is the principal point. One of the most pleasant and least -tiresome persons of our acquaintance is a humourist, who has three -or four quaint witticisms and proverbial phrases, which he always -repeats over and over; but he does this with just the same vivacity -and freshness as ever, so that you feel the same amusement with less -effort than if he had startled his hearers with a succession of original -conceits. Another friend of ours, who never fails to give vent to -one or two real <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">jeu-d’esprits</span></i> every time you meet him, from the pain -with which he is delivered of them, and the uneasiness he seems to -suffer all the rest of the time, makes a much more interesting than -comfortable companion. If you see a person in pain for himself, it -naturally puts you in pain for him. The art of pleasing consists in -being pleased. To be amiable is to be satisfied with one’s self and -others. Good-humour is essential to pleasantry. It is this circumstance, -among others, that renders the wit of Rabelais so much more -delightful than that of Swift, who, with all his satire, is ‘as dry as -the remainder biscuit after a voyage.’ In society, good-temper and -animal spirits are nearly everything. They are of more importance -than sallies of wit, or refinements of understanding. They give a -general tone of cheerfulness and satisfaction to the company. The -French have the advantage over us in external manners. They -breathe a lighter air, and have a brisker circulation of the blood. -They receive and communicate their impressions more freely. -The interchange of ideas costs them less. Their constitutional -gaiety is a kind of natural intoxication, which does not require -any other stimulus. The English are not so well off in this -respect; and <em>Falstaff’s</em> commendation on sack was evidently intended -for his countrymen,—whose ‘learning is often a mere hoard of -gold kept by a devil, till wine commences it, and sets it in act -and use.’<a id='r36' /><a href='#f36' class='c012'><sup>[36]</sup></a> More undertakings fail for want of spirit than for -want of sense. Confidence gives a fool the advantage over a wise -man. In general, a strong passion for any object will ensure -success, for the desire of the end will point out the means. We -apprehend that people usually complain, without reason, of not succeeding -in various pursuits according to their deserts. Such persons, we -<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>will grant, may have great merit in all other respects; but in that in -which they fail, it will almost invariably hold true, that they do not -deserve to succeed. For instance, a person who has spent his life -in thinking will acquire a habit of reflection; but he will neither -become a dancer nor a singer, rich nor beautiful. In like manner, -if any one complains of not succeeding in affairs of gallantry, we will -venture to say, it is because he is not gallant. He has mistaken his -talent—that’s all. If any person of exquisite sensibility makes love -awkwardly, it is because he does not feel it as he should. One of -these disappointed sentimentalists may very probably feel it upon -reflection, may brood over it till he has worked himself up to a pitch -of frenzy, and write his mistress the finest love-letters in the world, -in her absence; but, be assured, he does not feel an atom of this -passion in her presence. If, in paying her a compliment, he frowns -with more than usual severity, or, in presenting her with a bunch of -flowers, seems as if he was going to turn his back upon her, he can -only expect to be laughed at for his pains; nor can he plead an -excess of feeling as an excuse for want of common sense. She may -say, ‘It is not with me you are in love, but with the ridiculous -chimeras of your own brain. You are thinking of <em>Sophia Western</em>, -or some other heroine, and not of me. Go and make love to your -romances.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Lord Chesterfield’s character of the Duke of Marlborough is a -good illustration of his general theory. He says, ‘Of all the men -I ever knew in my life, (and I knew him extremely well), the late -Duke of Marlborough possessed the graces in the highest degree, -not to say engrossed them; for I will venture (contrary to the -custom of profound historians, who always assign deep causes for -great events) to ascribe the better half of the Duke of Marlborough’s -greatness and riches to those graces. He was eminently illiterate; -wrote bad English, and spelt it worse. He had no share of what -is commonly called parts; that is, no brightness, nothing shining in -his genius. He had most undoubtedly an excellent good plain -understanding with sound judgment. But these alone would probably -have raised him but something higher than they found him, -which was page to King James <span class='fss'>II.</span>‘s Queen. There the Graces -protected and promoted him; for while he was Ensign of the Guards, -the Duchess of Cleveland, then favourite mistress of Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span>, -struck by these very graces, gave him £5000, with which he immediately -bought an annuity of £500 a year, which was the foundation -of his subsequent fortune. His figure was beautiful, but his manner -was irresistible by either man or woman. It was by this engaging, -graceful manner, that he was enabled, during all his wars, to connect -<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>the various and jarring powers of the grand alliance, and to carry -them on to the main object of the war, notwithstanding their private -and separate views, jealousies, and wrongheadedness. Whatever -court he went to (and he was often obliged to go himself to some -resty and refractory ones), he as constantly prevailed, and brought -them into his measures.’<a id='r37' /><a href='#f37' class='c012'><sup>[37]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>Grace in women has more effect than beauty. We sometimes -see a certain fine self-possession, an habitual voluptuousness of character, -which reposes on its own sensations, and derives pleasure from -all around it, that is more irresistible than any other attraction. -There is an air of languid enjoyment in such persons, ‘in their eyes, -in their arms, and their hands, and their faces,’ which robs us of ourselves, -and draws us by a secret sympathy towards them. Their -minds are a shrine where pleasure reposes. Their smile diffuses a -sensation like the breath of spring. Petrarch’s description of Laura -answers exactly to this character, which is indeed the Italian character. -Titian’s portraits are full of it: they seem sustained by -sentiment, or as if the persons whom he painted sat to music. There -is one in the Louvre (or there was) which had the most of this -expression we ever remember. It did not look downward; ‘it -looked forward, beyond this world.’ It was a look that never passed -away, but remained unalterable as the deep sentiment which gave -birth to it. It is the same constitutional character (together with -infinite activity of mind) which has enabled the greatest man in -modern history to bear his reverses of fortune with gay magnanimity, -and to submit to the loss of the empire of the world with as little -discomposure as if he had been playing a game at chess.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward -harmony of the soul. Foreigners have more of this than the English,—particularly -the people of the southern and eastern countries. -Their motions appear (like the expression of their countenances) to -have a more immediate communication with their feelings. The -inhabitants of the northern climates, compared with these children -of the sun, are like hard inanimate machines, with difficulty set in -motion. A strolling gipsy will offer to tell your fortune with a grace -and an insinuation of address that would be admired in a court.<a id='r38' /><a href='#f38' class='c012'><sup>[38]</sup></a> The -<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>Hindoos that we see about the streets are another example of this. -They are a different race of people from ourselves. They wander -about in a luxurious dream. They are like part of a glittering procession,—like -revellers in some gay carnival. Their life is a dance, -a measure; they hardly seem to tread the earth, but are borne along -in some more genial element, and bask in the radiance of brighter -suns. We may understand this difference of climate by recollecting -the difference of our own sensations at different times, in the fine -glow of summer, or when we are pinched and dried up by a northeast -wind. Even the foolish Chinese, who go about twirling their -fans and their windmills, shew the same delight in them as the children -they collect around them. The people of the East make it -their business to sit and think and do nothing. They indulge in -endless reverie; for the incapacity of enjoyment does not impose on -them the necessity of action. There is a striking example of this -passion for castle-building in the story of the glass-man in the Arabian -Nights.</p> - -<p class='c000'>After all, we would not be understood to say that manner is every -thing. Nor would we put Euclid or Sir Isaac Newton on a level -with the first <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">petit-maître</span></i> we might happen to meet. We consider -<cite>Æsop’s Fables</cite> to have been a greater work of genius than Fontaine’s -translation of them; though we doubt whether we should not prefer -Fontaine, for his style only, to Gay, who has shewn a great deal of -original invention. The elegant manners of people of fashion have -been objected to us to shew the frivolity of external accomplishments, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>and the facility with which they are acquired. As to the last point, -we demur. There is no class of people who lead so laborious a life, -or who take more pains to cultivate their minds as well as persons, -than people of fashion. A young lady of quality, who has to devote -so many hours a day to music, so many to dancing, so many to -drawing, so many to French, Italian, etc., certainly does not pass her -time in idleness; and these accomplishments are afterwards called into -action by every kind of external or mental stimulus, by the excitements -of pleasure, vanity, and interest. A Ministerial or Opposition lord goes -through more drudgery than half a dozen literary hacks; nor does a -reviewer by profession read half the same number of productions as a -modern fine lady is obliged to labour through. We confess, however, -we are not competent judges of the degree of elegance or refinement -implied in the general tone of fashionable manners. The successful -experiment made by <em>Peregrine Pickle</em>, in introducing his strolling -mistress into genteel company, does not redound greatly to their -credit. In point of elegance of external appearance, we see no -difference between women of fashion and women of a different character, -who dress in the same style.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>T. T.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 13.</span>]      ON THE TENDENCY OF SECTS      [<span class='sc'>Sep. 10, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>There is a natural tendency in sects to narrow the mind.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The extreme stress laid upon differences of minor importance, to -the neglect of more general truths and broader views of things, gives -an inverted bias to the understanding; and this bias is continually -increased by the eagerness of controversy, and captious hostility to -the prevailing system. A party-feeling of this kind once formed will -insensibly communicate itself to other topics; and will be too apt to -lead its votaries to a contempt for the opinions of others, a jealousy of -every difference of sentiment, and a disposition to arrogate all sound -principle as well as understanding to themselves, and those who think -with them. We can readily conceive how such persons, from fixing -too high a value on the practical pledge which they have given of the -independence and sincerity of their opinions, come at last to entertain a -suspicion of every one else as acting under the shackles of prejudice -or the mask of hypocrisy. All those who have not given in their -unqualified protest against received doctrines and established authority, -are supposed to labour under an acknowledged incapacity to form a -rational determination on any subject whatever. Any argument, not -<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>having the presumption of singularity in its favour, is immediately set -aside as nugatory. There is, however, no prejudice so strong as that -which arises from a fancied exemption from all prejudice. For this -last implies not only the practical conviction that it is right, but the -theoretical assumption that it cannot be wrong. From considering all -objections as in this manner ‘null and void,’ the mind becomes so -thoroughly satisfied with its own conclusions, as to render any further -examination of them superfluous, and confounds its exclusive pretensions -to reason with the absolute possession of it. Those who, from -their professing to submit everything to the test of reason, have -acquired the name of rational Dissenters, have their weak sides as -well as other people: nor do we know of any class of disputants more -disposed to take their opinions for granted, than those who call themselves -Freethinkers. A long habit of objecting to every thing establishes -a monopoly in the right of contradiction; a prescriptive title to -the privilege of starting doubts and difficulties in the common belief, -without being liable to have our own called in question. There cannot -be a more infallible way to prove that we must be in the right, -than by maintaining roundly that every one else is in the wrong! -Not only the opposition of sects to one another, but their unanimity -among themselves, strengthens their confidence in their peculiar -notions. They feel themselves invulnerable behind the double fence -of sympathy with themselves, and antipathy to the rest of the world. -Backed by the zealous support of their followers, they become equally -intolerant with respect to the opinions of others, and tenacious of their -own. They fortify themselves within the narrow circle of their -new-fangled prejudices; the whole exercise of their right of private -judgment is after a time reduced to the repetition of a set of watchwords, -which have been adopted as the Shiboleth of the party; and -their extremest points of faith pass as current as the beadroll and -legends of the Catholics, or St. Athanasius’s Creed, and the Thirty-nine -Articles. We certainly are not going to recommend the establishment -of articles of faith, or implicit assent to them, as favourable -to the progress of philosophy; but neither has the spirit of opposition -to them this tendency, as far as relates to its immediate effects, however -useful it may be in its remote consequences. The spirit of -controversy substitutes the irritation of personal feeling for the independent -exertion of the understanding; and when this irritation ceases, -the mind flags for want of a sufficient stimulus to urge it on. It discharges -all its energy with its spleen. Besides, this perpetual cavilling -with the opinions of others, detecting petty flaws in their arguments, -calling them to a literal account for their absurdities, and squaring -their doctrines by a pragmatical standard of our own, is necessarily -<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>adverse to any great enlargement of mind, or original freedom of -thought.<a id='r39' /><a href='#f39' class='c012'><sup>[39]</sup></a> The constant attention bestowed on a few contested points, -by at once flattering our pride, our prejudices, and our indolence, -supersedes more general inquiries; and the bigoted controversialist, -by dint of repeating a certain formula of belief, shall not only convince -himself that all those who differ from him are undoubtedly -wrong on that point, but that their knowledge on all others -must be comparatively slight and superficial. We have known -some very worthy and well-informed biblical critics, who, by -virtue of having discovered that one was not three, or that the same -body could not be in two places at once, would be disposed to treat -the whole Council of Trent, with Father Paul at their head, with -very little deference, and to consider Leo <span class='fss'>X.</span> with all his court, as no -better than drivellers. Such persons will hint to you, as an additional -proof of his genius, that Milton was a non-conformist, and will -excuse the faults of Paradise Lost, as Dr. Johnson magnified them, -because the author was a republican. By the all-sufficiency of their -merits in believing certain truths which have been ‘hid from ages,’ -they are elevated, in their own imagination, to a higher sphere of -intellect, and are released from the necessity of pursuing the more -ordinary tracks of inquiry. Their faculties are imprisoned in a few -favourite dogmas, and they cannot break through the trammels of a -sect. Hence we may remark a hardness and setness in the ideas of -those who have been brought up in this way, an aversion to those -finer and more delicate operations of the intellect, of taste and genius, -which require greater flexibility and variety of thought, and do not -afford the same opportunity for dogmatical assertion and controversial -cabal. The distaste of the Puritans, Quakers, etc. to pictures, -music, poetry, and the fine arts in general, may be traced to this -source as much as to their affected disdain of them, as not sufficiently -spiritual and remote from the gross impurity of sense.<a id='r40' /><a href='#f40' class='c012'><sup>[40]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>We learn from the interest we take in things, and according to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>the number of things in which we take an interest. Our ignorance -of the real value of different objects and pursuits, will in general keep -pace with our contempt for them. To set out with denying common -sense to every one else, is not the way to be wise ourselves; nor shall -we be likely to learn much, if we suppose that no one can teach us -any thing worth knowing. Again, a contempt for the habits and -manners of the world is as prejudicial as a contempt for their opinions. -A puritanical abhorrence of every thing that does not fall in with our -immediate prejudices and customs, must effectually cut us off, not only -from a knowledge of the world and of human nature, but of good -and evil, of vice and virtue; at least, if we can credit the assertion -of Plato, (which, to some degree, we do), that the knowledge of -every thing implies the knowledge of its opposite. ‘There is some -soul of goodness in things evil.’ A most respectable sect among -ourselves (we mean the Quakers) have carried this system of negative -qualities nearly to perfection. They labour diligently, and with great -success, to exclude all ideas from their minds which they might have -in common with others. On the principle that evil communications -corrupt good manners, they retain a virgin purity of understanding, -and laudable ignorance of all liberal arts and sciences; they take -every precaution, and keep up a perpetual quarantine against the -infection of other people’s vices—or virtues; they pass through the -world like figures cut out of pasteboard or wood, turning neither to -the right nor the left; and their minds are no more affected by the -example of the follies, the pursuits, the pleasures, or the passions of -mankind, than the clothes which they wear. Their ideas want -<em>airing</em>; they are the worse for not being used: for fear of soiling -them, they keep them folded up and laid by in a sort of mental -clothes-press, through the whole of their lives. They take their -notions on trust from one generation to another, (like the scanty cut -of their coats), and are so wrapped up in these traditional maxims, -and so pin their faith on them, that one of the most intelligent of -this class of people, not long ago, assured us that ‘war was a thing -that was going quite out of fashion’! This abstract sort of existence -may have its advantages, but it takes away all the ordinary sources -of a moral imagination, as well as strength of intellect. Interest is -the only link that connects them with the world. We can understand -the high enthusiasm and religious devotion of monks and -anchorites, who gave up the world and its pleasures to dedicate -themselves to a sublime contemplation of a future state. But the sect -of the Quakers, who have transplanted the maxims of the desert into -manufacturing towns and populous cities, who have converted the -solitary cells of the religious orders into counting-houses, their beads -<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>into ledgers, and keep a regular debtor and creditor account -between this world and the next, puzzle us mightily! The Dissenter -is not vain, but conceited: that is, he makes up by his own -good opinion for the want of the cordial admiration of others. But -this often stands their self-love in so good stead that they need not -envy their dignified opponents who repose on lawn sleeves and ermine. -The unmerited obloquy and dislike to which they are exposed has -made them cold and reserved in their intercourse with society. The -same cause will account for the dryness and general homeliness of -their style. They labour under a sense of the want of public sympathy. -They pursue truth, for its own sake, into its private recesses -and obscure corners. They have to dig their way along a narrow -under-ground passage. It is not their object to shine; they have -none of the usual incentives of vanity, light, airy, and ostentatious. -Archiepiscopal Sees and mitres do not glitter in their distant horizon. -They are not wafted on the wings of fancy, fanned by the breath of -popular applause. The voice of the world, the tide of opinion, is -not with them. They do not therefore aim at <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">éclat</span></i>, at outward -pomp and shew. They have a plain ground to work upon, and they -do not attempt to embellish it with idle ornaments. It would be in -vain to strew the flowers of poetry round the borders of the Unitarian -controversy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is one quality common to all sectaries, and that is, a principle -of strong fidelity. They are the safest partisans, and the steadiest -friends. Indeed, they are almost the only people who have any idea -of an abstract attachment either to a cause or to individuals, from a -sense of duty, independently of prosperous or adverse circumstances, -and in spite of opposition.<a id='r41' /><a href='#f41' class='c012'><sup>[41]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Z.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 14.</span>]      ON JOHN BUNCLE      [<span class='sc'>Sept. 17, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'><em>John Buncle</em> is the English <em>Rabelais</em>. This is an author with whom, -perhaps, many of our readers are not acquainted, and whom we therefore -wish to introduce to their notice. As most of our countrymen -delight in English Generals and in English Admirals, in English -Courtiers and in English Kings, so our great delight is in English -authors.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>The soul of Francis Rabelais passed into John Amory, the author -of <cite>The Life and Adventures of John Buncle</cite>. Both were physicians, -and enemies of too much gravity. Their great business was to enjoy -life. Rabelais indulges his spirit of sensuality in wine, in dried neats’ -tongues, in Bologna sausages, in botargos. John Buncle shews the -same symptoms of inordinate satisfaction in tea and bread and butter. -While Rabelais roared with Friar John and the Monks, John Buncle -gossiped with the ladies; and with equal and uncontrolled gaiety. -These two authors possessed all the insolence of health, so that their -works give a fillip to the constitution; but they carried off the -exuberance of their natural spirits in different ways. The title of one -of Rabelais’ chapters (and the contents answer to the title) is—‘How -they chirped over their cups.’ The title of a corresponding chapter -in John Buncle would run thus: ‘The author is invited to spend the -evening with the divine Miss Hawkins, and goes accordingly, with the -delightful conversation that ensued.’ Natural philosophers are said to -extract sun-beams from ice: our author has performed the same feat upon -the cold, quaint subtleties of theology. His constitutional alacrity overcomes -every obstacle. He converts the thorns and briars of controversial -divinity into a bed of roses. He leads the most refined and -virtuous of their sex through the mazes of inextricable problems with -the air of a man walking a minuet in a drawing-room; mixes up in -the most natural and careless manner the academy of compliments -with the rudiments of algebra; or passes with rapturous indifference -from the First of St. John and a disquisition on the Logos, to the no -less metaphysical doctrines of the principle of self-preservation, or the -continuation of the species. <em>John Buncle</em> is certainly one of the -most singular productions in the language; and herein lies its peculiarity. -It is a Unitarian romance; and one in which the soul and body are -equally attended to. The hero is a great philosopher, mathematician, -anatomist, chemist, philologist, and divine, with a good appetite, the -best spirits, and an amorous constitution, who sets out on a series of -strange adventures to propagate his philosophy, his divinity, and his -species, and meets with a constant succession of accomplished females, -adorned with equal beauty, wit, and virtue, who are always ready to -discuss all kinds of theoretical and practical points with him. His -angels (and all his women are angels) have all taken their degrees in -more than one science: love is natural to them. He is sure to -find</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘A mistress and a saint in every grove.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Pleasure and business, wisdom and mirth, take their turns with the most -agreeable regularity. <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">A jocis ad seria, in seriis vicissim ad jocos transire.</span></i> -After a chapter of calculations in fluxions, or on the descent of tongues, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>the lady and gentleman fall from Platonics to hoydening, in a manner -as truly edifying as anything in the scenes of Vanbrugh or Sir George -Etherege. No writer ever understood so well the art of relief. The -effect is like travelling in Scotland, and coming all of a sudden to -a spot of habitable ground. His mode of making love is admirable. -He takes it quite easily, and never thinks of a refusal. His success -gives him confidence, and his confidence gives him success. For -example: in the midst of one of his rambles in the mountains of -Cumberland, he unexpectedly comes to an elegant country-seat, where, -walking on the lawn with a book in her hand, he sees a most enchanting -creature, the owner of the mansion: our hero is on fire, -leaps the ha-ha which separates them, presents himself before the lady -with an easy but respectful air, begs to know the subject of her -meditation, they enter into conversation, mutual explanations take -place, a declaration of love is made, and the wedding-day is fixed -for the following Tuesday. Our author now leads a life of perfect -happiness with his beautiful Miss Noel, in a charming solitude, for a -few weeks; till, on his return from one of his rambles in the mountains, -he finds her a corpse. He ‘<em>sits with his eyes shut for seven -days</em>,’ absorbed in silent grief; he then bids adieu to melancholy -reflections, not being one of that sect of philosophers who think that -‘man was made to mourn,’—takes horse and sets out for the nearest -watering-place. As he alights at the first inn on the road, a lady -dressed in a rich green riding-habit steps out of a coach, John -Buncle hands her into the inn, they drink tea together, they converse, -they find an exact harmony of sentiment, a declaration of love follows -as a matter of course, and that day week they are married. Death, -however, contrives to keep up the ball for him; he marries seven -wives in succession, and buries them all. In short, John Buncle’s -gravity sat upon him with the happiest indifference possible. He -danced the hays with religion and morality with the ease of -a man of fashion and of pleasure. He was determined to see fair-play -between grace and nature, between his immortal and his mortal -part, and in case of any difficulty, upon the principle of ‘first come, -first served,’ made sure of the present hour. We sometimes suspect -him of a little hypocrisy, but upon a closer inspection, it appears to be -only an affectation of hypocrisy. His fine constitution comes to his -relief, and floats him over the shoals and quicksands that lie in his -way, ‘most dolphin-like.’ You see him from mere happiness of -nature chuckling with inward satisfaction in the midst of his periodical -penances, his grave grimaces, his death’s-heads, and <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">memento moris</span></i>.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>——‘And there the antic sits</div> - <div class='line'>Mocking his state, and grinning at his pomp.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>As men make use of olives to give a relish to their wine, so John -Buncle made use of philosophy to give a relish to life. He stops in a -ball-room at Harrowgate to moralise on the small number of faces that -appeared there out of those he remembered some years before: all -were gone whom he saw at a still more distant period; but this casts -no damper on his spirits, and he only dances the longer and better for -it. He suffers nothing unpleasant to remain long upon his mind. -He gives, in one place, a miserable description of two emaciated -valetudinarians whom he met at an inn, supping a little mutton-broth -with difficulty, but he immediately contrasts himself with them in -fine relief. ‘While I beheld things with astonishment, the servant,’ -he says, ‘brought in dinner—a pound of rump-steaks and a quart of -green peas, two cuts of bread, a tankard of strong beer, and a pint -of port-wine; <em>with a fine appetite, I soon despatched my mess, and -over my wine, to help digestion, began to sing the following lines</em>!’ -The astonishment of the two strangers was now as great as his own -had been.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We wish to enable our readers to judge for themselves of the style -of our whimsical moralist, but are at a loss what to chuse—whether -his account of his man O’Fin; or of his friend Tom Fleming; or of -his being chased over the mountains by robbers, ‘whisking before them -like the wind away,’ as if it were high sport; or his address to the -Sun, which is an admirable piece of serious eloquence; or his character -of six Irish gentlemen, Mr. Gollogher, Mr. Gallaspy, Mr. Dunkley, -Mr. Makins, Mr. Monaghan, and Mr. O’Keefe, the last ‘descended -from the Irish kings, and first cousin to the great O’Keefe, who was -buried not long ago in Westminster Abbey.’ He professes to give -an account of these Irish gentlemen, ‘for the honour of Ireland, and -as they were curiosities of the human kind.’ Curiosities, indeed, but -not so great as their historian!</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Mr. Makins was the only one of the set who was not tall and -handsome. He was a very low, thin man, not four feet high, -and had but one eye, with which he squinted most shockingly. But -as he was matchless on the fiddle, sung well, and chatted agreeably, -he was a favourite with the ladies. They preferred ugly Makins -(as he was called) to many very handsome men. He was a -Unitarian.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Mr. Monaghan was an honest and charming fellow. This gentleman -and Mr. Dunkley married ladies they fell in love with at -Harrowgate Wells; Dunkley had the fair Alcmena, Miss Cox of -Northumberland; and Monaghan, Antiope with haughty charms, -Miss Pearson of Cumberland. They lived very happy many years, -and their children, I hear, are settled in Ireland.’</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>Gentle reader, here is the character of Mr. Gallaspy:</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Gallaspy was the tallest and strongest man I have ever seen, well -made, and very handsome: had wit and abilities, sung well, and -talked with great sweetness and fluency, but was so extremely wicked -that it were better for him if he had been a natural fool. By his vast -strength and activity, his riches and eloquence, few things could withstand -him. He was the most profane swearer I have known: fought -every thing, whored every thing, and drank seven in hand: that is, -seven glasses so placed between the fingers of his right hand, that, in -drinking, the liquor fell into the next glasses, and thereby he drank -out of the first glass seven glasses at once. This was a common -thing, I find from a book in my possession, in the reign of Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span>, -in the madness that followed the restoration of that profligate and -worthless prince.<a id='r42' /><a href='#f42' class='c012'><sup>[42]</sup></a> But this gentleman was the only man I ever saw -who could or would attempt to do it; and he made but one gulp of -whatever he drank. He did not swallow a fluid like other people, -but if it was a quart, poured it in as from pitcher to pitcher. When -he smoked tobacco, he always blew two pipes at once, one at each -corner of his mouth, and threw the smoke out at both his nostrils. He -had killed two men in duels before I left Ireland, and would have -been hanged, but that it was his good fortune to be tried before a -judge who never let any man suffer for killing another in this manner. -(This was the late Sir John St. Leger.) He debauched all the -women he could, and many whom he could not corrupt....’ The -rest of this passage would, we fear, be too rich for the Round -Table, as we cannot insert it, in the manner of Mr. Buncle, in a -sandwich of theology. Suffice it to say, that the candour is greater -than the candour of Voltaire’s <cite>Candide</cite>, and the modesty equal to -Colley Cibber’s.</p> - -<p class='c000'>To his friend Mr. Gollogher, he consecrates the following irresistible -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">petit souvenir</span></i>:</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘He might, if he had pleased, have married any one of the most -illustrious and richest women in the kingdom; but he had an aversion -to matrimony, and could not bear the thoughts of a wife. Love and -a bottle were his taste: he was, however, the most honourable of -men in his amours, and never abandoned any woman in distress, as too -many men of fortune do, when they have gratified desire. All the -distressed were ever sharers in Mr. Gollogher’s fine estate, and -especially the girls he had taken to his breast. He provided happily -for them all, and left nineteen daughters he had by several women, a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>thousand pounds each. This was acting with a temper worthy of a -man; <em>and to the memory of the benevolent Tom Gollogher, I devote this -memorandum</em>.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Lest our readers should form rather a coarse idea of our author -from the foregoing passages, we will conclude with another list of -friends in a different style:</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘The Conniving-house (as the gentlemen of Trinity called it in -my time, and long after) was a little public-house, kept by Jack -Macklean, about a quarter of a mile beyond Rings-end, on the top -of the beach, within a few yards of the sea. Here we used to have -the finest fish at all times; and, in the season, green peas, and all the -most excellent vegetables. The ale here was always extraordinary, -and everything the best; which, with its delightful situation, rendered -it a delightful place of a summer’s evening. Many a delightful evening -have I passed in this pretty thatched house with the famous Larry -Grogan, who played on the bagpipes extremely well; dear Jack -Lattin, matchless on the fiddle, and the most agreeable of companions; -that ever-charming young fellow, Jack Wall, the most worthy, the -most ingenious, the most engaging of men, the son of Counsellor -Maurice Wall; and many other delightful fellows, who went in the -days of their youth to the shades of eternity. When I think of them -and their evening songs—‘<em>We will go to Johnny Macklean’s, to try if -his ale be good or no</em>,’ etc. and that years and infirmities begin to -oppress me—What is life!’</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have another English author, very different from the last -mentioned one, but equal in <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">naïveté</span></i>, and in the perfect display of -personal character; we mean Isaac Walton, who wrote the <cite>Complete -Angler</cite>. That well-known work has an extreme simplicity, and an -extreme interest, arising out of its very simplicity. In the description -of a fishing tackle you perceive the piety and humanity of the author’s -mind. This is the best pastoral in the language, not excepting Pope’s -or Philips’s. We doubt whether Sannazarius’s <cite>Piscatory Eclogues</cite> are -equal to the scenes described by Walton on the banks of the River -Lea. He gives the feeling of the open air. We walk with him -along the dusty roadside, or repose on the banks of the river under a -shady tree, and in watching for the finny prey, imbibe what he -beautifully calls ‘the patience and simplicity of poor, honest fishermen.’ -We accompany them to their inn at night, and partake of their simple -but delicious fare, while Maud, the pretty milkmaid, at her mother’s -desire, sings the classical ditties of Sir Walter Raleigh. Good cheer -is not neglected in this work, any more than in <em>John Buncle</em>, or any -other history which sets a proper value on the good things of life. -The prints in the <cite>Complete Angler</cite> give an additional reality and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>interest to the scenes it describes. While Tottenham Cross shall -stand, and longer, thy work, amiable and happy old man, shall last!<a id='r43' /><a href='#f43' class='c012'><sup>[43]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 15.</span>]      ON THE CAUSES OF METHODISM      [<span class='sc'>Oct. 22, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The first Methodist on record was David. He was the first eminent -person we read of, who made a regular compromise between religion -and morality, between faith and good works. After any trifling -peccadillo in point of conduct, as a murder, adultery, perjury, or the -like, he ascended with his harp into some high tower of his palace; -and having chaunted, in a solemn strain of poetical inspiration, the -praises of piety and virtue, made his peace with heaven and his own -conscience. This extraordinary genius, in the midst of his personal -errors, retained the same lofty abstract enthusiasm for the favourite -objects of his contemplation; the character of the poet and the -prophet remained unimpaired by the vices of the man—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Pure in the last recesses of the mind’;</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>and the best test of the soundness of his principles and the elevation of -his sentiments, is, that they were proof against his practice. The -Gnostics afterwards maintained, that it was no matter what a man’s -actions were, so that his understanding was not debauched by them—so -that his opinions continued uncontaminated, and <em>his heart</em>, as the -phrase is, <em>right towards God</em>. Strictly speaking, this sect (whatever -name it might go by) is as old as human nature itself; for it has -existed ever since there was a contradiction between the passions -and the understanding—between what we are, and what we desire -to be. The principle of Methodism is nearly allied to hypocrisy, -and almost unavoidably slides into it: yet it is not the same thing; -for we can hardly call any one a hypocrite, however much at variance -his professions and his actions, who really wishes to be what he would -be thought.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Jewish bard, whom we have placed at the head of this class -of devotees, was of a sanguine and robust temperament. Whether -<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>he chose ‘to sinner it or saint it,’ he did both most royally, with a -fulness of gusto, and carried off his penances and his <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">faux-pas</span></i> in a -style of oriental grandeur. This is by no means the character of his -followers among ourselves, who are a most pitiful set. They may -rather be considered as a collection of religious invalids; as the refuse -of all that is weak and unsound in body and mind. To speak of -them as they deserve, they are not well in the flesh, and therefore -they take refuge in the spirit; they are not comfortable here, and -they seek for the life to come; they are deficient in steadiness of -moral principle, and they trust to grace to make up the deficiency; -they are dull and gross in apprehension, and therefore they are glad -to substitute faith for reason, and to plunge in the dark, under the -supposed sanction of superior wisdom, into every species of mystery -and jargon. This is the history of Methodism, which may be defined -to be religion with its slobbering-bib and go-cart. It is a bastard -kind of Popery, stripped of its painted pomp and outward ornaments, -and reduced to a state of pauperism. ‘The whole need not a physician.’ -Popery owed its success to its constant appeal to the senses -and to the weaknesses of mankind. The Church of England deprives -the Methodists of the pride and pomp of the Romish Church; but -it has left open to them the appeal to the indolence, the ignorance, -and the vices of the people; and the secret of the success of the -Catholic faith and evangelical preaching is the same—both are a -religion by proxy. What the one did by auricular confession, absolution, -penance, pictures, and crucifixes, the other does, even more -compendiously, by grace, election, faith without works, and words -without meaning.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In the first place, the same reason makes a man a religious enthusiast -that makes a man an enthusiast in any other way, an uncomfortable -mind in an uncomfortable body. Poets, authors, and artists -in general, have been ridiculed for a pining, puritanical, poverty-struck -appearance, which has been attributed to their real poverty. But it -would perhaps be nearer the truth to say, that their being poets, -artists, etc. has been owing to their original poverty of spirit and -weakness of constitution. As a general rule, those who are dissatisfied -with themselves, will seek to go out of themselves into an ideal world. -Persons in strong health and spirits, who take plenty of air and -exercise, who are ‘in favour with their stars,’ and have a thorough -relish of the good things of this life, seldom devote themselves in -despair to religion or the Muses. Sedentary, nervous, hypochondriacal -people, on the contrary, are forced, for want of an appetite -for the real and substantial, to look out for a more airy food and -speculative comforts. ‘Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.’ -<span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>A journeyman sign-painter, whose lungs have imbibed too great a -quantity of the effluvia of white-lead, will be seized with a fantastic -passion for the stage; and <em>Mawworm</em>, tired of standing behind his -counter, was eager to mount a tub, mistaking the suppression of his -animal spirits for the communication of the Holy Ghost!<a id='r44' /><a href='#f44' class='c012'><sup>[44]</sup></a> If you -live near a chapel or tabernacle in London, you may almost always -tell, from physiognomical signs, which of the passengers will turn -the corner to go there. We were once staying in a remote place -in the country, where a chapel of this sort had been erected by the -force of missionary zeal; and one morning, we perceived a long procession -of people coming from the next town to the consecration of -this same chapel. Never was there such a set of scarecrows. -Melancholy tailors, consumptive hair-dressers, squinting cobblers, -women with child or in the ague, made up the forlorn hope of the -pious cavalcade. The pastor of this half-starved flock, we confess, -came riding after, with a more goodly aspect, as if he had ‘with -sound of bell been knolled to church, and sat at good men’s feasts.’ -He had in truth lately married a thriving widow, and been pampered -with hot suppers to strengthen the flesh and the spirit. We have -seen several of these ‘round fat oily men of God,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“That shone all glittering with ungodly dew.”’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>They grow sleek and corpulent by getting into better pasture, but -they do not appear healthy. They retain the original sin of their -constitution, an atrabilious taint in their complexion, and do not put -a right-down, hearty, honest, good-looking face upon the matter, like -the regular clergy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Again, Methodism, by its leading doctrines, has a peculiar charm -for all those, who have an equal facility in sinning and repenting,—in -whom the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak,—who have neither -fortitude to withstand temptation, nor to silence the admonitions of -conscience,—who like the theory of religion better than the practice, -and who are willing to indulge in all the raptures of speculative devotion, -without being tied down to the dull, literal performance of its -duties. There is a general propensity in the human mind (even in -the most vicious) to pay virtue a distant homage; and this desire -is only checked by the fear of condemning ourselves by our own -acknowledgments. What an admirable expedient then in ‘that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>burning and shining light,’ Whitefield, and his associates, to make this -very disposition to admire and extol the highest patterns of goodness, -a substitute for, instead of an obligation to, the practice of virtue, to -allow us to be quit for ‘the vice that most easily besets us,’ by canting -lamentations over the depravity of human nature, and loud hosannahs -to the Son of David! How comfortably this doctrine must sit on -all those who are loth to give up old habits of vice, or are just tasting -the sweets of new ones; on the withered hag who looks back on -a life of dissipation, or the young devotee who looks forward to a -life of pleasure; the knavish tradesman retiring from business or -entering on it; the battered rake; the sneaking politician, who trims -between his place and his conscience, wriggling between heaven and -earth, a miserable two-legged creature, with sanctified face and fawning -gestures; the maudling sentimentalist, the religious prostitute, the -disinterested poet-laureate, the humane war-contractor, or the Society -for the Suppression of Vice! This scheme happily turns morality -into a sinecure, takes all the practical drudgery and trouble off your -hands, ‘and sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words.’ Its proselytes -besiege the gates of heaven, like sturdy beggars about the doors -of the great, lie and bask in the sunshine of divine grace, sigh and -groan and bawl out for mercy, expose their sores and blotches to -excite commiseration, and cover the deformities of their nature with -a garb of borrowed righteousness!</p> - -<p class='c000'>The jargon and nonsense which are so studiously inculcated in -the system, are another powerful recommendation of it to the vulgar. -It does not impose any tax upon the understanding. Its essence is -to be unintelligible. It is <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">carte blanche</span></i> for ignorance and folly! -Those, ‘numbers without number,’ who are either unable or unwilling -to think connectedly or rationally on any subject, are at once -released from every obligation of the kind, by being told that faith -and reason are opposed to one another, and the greater the impossibility, -the greater the merit of the faith. A set of phrases which, -without conveying any distinct idea, excite our wonder, our fear, our -curiosity and desires, which let loose the imagination of the gaping -multitude, and confound and baffle common sense, are the common -stock-in-trade of the conventicle. They never stop for the distinctions -of the understanding, and have thus got the start of other sects, -who are so hemmed in with the necessity of giving reasons for their -opinions, that they cannot get on at all. ‘Vital Christianity’ is no -other than an attempt to lower all religion to the level of the capacities -of the lowest of the people. One of their favourite places of -worship combines the noise and turbulence of a drunken brawl at an -ale-house, with the indecencies of a bagnio. They strive to gain a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>vertigo by abandoning their reason, and give themselves up to the -intoxications of a distempered zeal, that</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Dissolves them into ecstasies,</div> - <div class='line'>And brings all heaven before their eyes.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Religion, without superstition, will not answer the purposes of -fanaticism, and we may safely say, that almost every sect of Christianity -is a perversion of its essence, to accommodate it to the prejudices -of the world. The Methodists have greased the boots of the Presbyterians, -and they have done well. While the latter are weighing -their doubts and scruples to the division of a hair, and shivering on -the narrow brink that divides philosophy from religion, the former -plunge without remorse into hell-flames, soar on the wings of divine -love, are carried away with the motions of the spirit, are lost in the -abyss of unfathomable mysteries,—election, reprobation, predestination,—and -revel in a sea of boundless nonsense. It is a gulf that -swallows up every thing. The cold, the calculating, and the dry, are -not to the taste of the many; religion is an anticipation of the preternatural -world, and it in general requires preternatural excitements -to keep it alive. If it takes a definite consistent form, it loses its -interest: to produce its effect it must come in the shape of an apparition. -Our quacks treat grown people as the nurses do children;—terrify -them with what they have no idea of, or take them to a puppet-show.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 16.</span>]      ON THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM      [<span class='sc'>Nov. 26, 1815.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Bottom the weaver is a character that has not had justice done him. -He is the most romantic of mechanics. And what a list of companions -he has—<em>Quince</em> the carpenter, <em>Snug</em> the joiner, <em>Flute</em> the -bellows-mender, <em>Snout</em> the tinker, <em>Starveling</em> the tailor; and then, -again, what a group of fairy attendants, <em>Puck</em>, <em>Peaseblossom</em>, <em>Cobweb</em>, -<em>Moth</em>, and <em>Mustard-seed</em>! It has been observed that Shakspeare’s -characters are constructed upon deep physiological principles; -and there is something in this play which looks very like it. <em>Bottom</em> -the weaver, who takes the lead of</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘This crew of patches, rude mechanicals,</div> - <div class='line'>That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>follows a sedentary trade, and he is accordingly represented as conceited, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>serious, and fantastical. He is ready to undertake any thing -and every thing, as if it was as much a matter of course as the motion -of his loom and shuttle. He is for playing the tyrant, the lover, the -lady, the lion. ‘He will roar that it shall do any man’s heart good -to hear him’; and this being objected to as improper, he still has a -resource in his good opinion of himself, and ‘will roar you an ‘twere -any nightingale.’ <em>Snug</em> the joiner is the moral man of the piece, who -proceeds by measurement and discretion in all things. You see him -with his rule and compasses in his hand. ‘Have you the lion’s part -written? Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.’ -‘You may do it extempore,’ says <em>Quince</em>, ‘for it is nothing but -roaring.’ <em>Starveling</em> the tailor keeps the peace, and objects to the -lion and the drawn sword: ‘I believe we must leave the killing out, -when all’s done.’ <em>Starveling</em>, however, does not start the objections -himself, but seconds them when made by others, as if he had not -spirit to express his fears without encouragement. It is too much to -suppose all this intentional: but it very luckily falls out so. Nature -includes all that is implied in the most subtle and analytical distinctions; -and the same distinctions will be found in Shakspeare. <em>Bottom</em>, -who is not only chief actor, but stage-manager for the occasion, has a -device to obviate the danger of frightening the ladies: ‘Write me a -prologue, and let the prologue seem to say, we will do him no harm -with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and for -better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but -Bottom the weaver; this will put them out of fear.’ <em>Bottom</em> seems -to have understood the subject of dramatic illusion at least as well -as any modern essayist. If our holiday mechanic rules the roast -among his fellows, he is no less at home in his new character of an -ass, ‘with amiable cheeks and fair large ears.’ He instinctively -acquires a most learned taste, and grows fastidious in the choice of -dried peas and bottled hay. He is quite familiar with his new -attendants, and assigns them their parts with all due gravity. ‘Monsieur -<em>Cobweb</em>, good Monsieur, get your weapon in your hand, and -kill me a red-hipt humble bee on the top of a thistle, and good -Monsieur, bring me the honey-bag.’ What an exact knowledge is -shewn here of natural history!</p> - -<p class='c000'><em>Puck</em> or <em>Robin Goodfellow</em> is the leader of the fairy band. He -is the <em>Ariel</em> of the <cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>; and yet as unlike as -can be to the <em>Ariel</em> in the <cite>Tempest</cite>. No other poet could have made -two such different characters out of the same fanciful materials and -situations. <em>Ariel</em> is a minister of retribution, who is touched with a -sense of pity at the woes he inflicts. <em>Puck</em> is a mad-cap sprite, full -of wantonness and mischief, who laughs at those whom he misleads: -<span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>‘Lord, what fools these mortals be!’ <em>Ariel</em> cleaves the air, and -executes his mission with the zeal of a winged messenger: <em>Puck</em> is -borne along on his fairy errand, like the light and glittering gossamer -before the breeze. He is, indeed, a most Epicurean little gentleman, -dealing in quaint devices, and faring in dainty delights. <em>Prospero</em> and -his world of spirits are a set of moralists: but with <em>Oberon</em> and his -fairies we are launched at once into the empire of the butterflies. -How beautifully is this race of beings contrasted with the men and -women actors in the scene, by a single epithet which <em>Titania</em> gives to -the latter, ‘the human mortals’! It is astonishing that Shakspeare -should be considered, not only by foreigners, but by many of our own -critics, as a gloomy and heavy writer, who painted nothing but -‘Gorgons and Hydras and Chimeras dire.’ His subtlety exceeds -that of all other dramatic writers, insomuch that a celebrated person -of the present day said, that he regarded him rather as a metaphysician -than a poet. His delicacy and sportive gaiety are infinite. In the -<cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite> alone, we should imagine, there is more -sweetness and beauty of description than in the whole range of French -poetry put together. What we mean is this, that we will produce -out of that single play ten passages, to which we do not think any ten -passages in the works of the French poets can be opposed, displaying -equal fancy and imagery. Shall we mention the remonstrance of -<em>Helena</em> to <em>Hermia</em>, or <em>Titania’s</em> description of her fairy train, or her -disputes with <em>Oberon</em> about the Indian boy, or <em>Puck’s</em> account of -himself and his employments, or the Fairy Queen’s exhortation to the -elves to pay due attendance upon her favourite <em>Bottom</em>,<a id='r45' /><a href='#f45' class='c012'><sup>[45]</sup></a> or <em>Hippolyta’s</em> -description of a chace, or <em>Theseus’s</em> answer? The two last are as -heroical and spirited, as the others are full of luscious tenderness. -The reading of this play is like wandering in a grove by moonlight: -the descriptions breathe a sweetness like odours thrown from beds of -flowers.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>Shakspeare is almost the only poet of whom it may be said, that</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Age cannot wither, nor custom stale</div> - <div class='line'>His infinite variety.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>His nice touches of individual character, and marking of its different -gradations, have been often admired; but the instances have not been -exhausted, because they are inexhaustible. We will mention two -which occur to us. One is where <em>Christopher Sly</em> expresses his -approbation of the play, by saying, ‘’Tis a good piece of work, would -‘twere done,’ as if he were thinking of his Saturday night’s job. -Again, there cannot well be a finer gradation of character than that -in Henry <span class='fss'>IV.</span> between <em>Falstaff</em> and <em>Shallow</em>, and <em>Shallow</em> and <em>Silence</em>. -It seems difficult to fall lower than the Squire; but this fool, great as -he is, finds an admirer and humble foil in his cousin <em>Silence</em>. Vain of -his acquaintance with <em>Sir John</em>, who makes a butt of him, he exclaims, -‘Would, cousin <em>Silence</em>, that thou had’st seen that which this -Knight and I have seen!’ ‘Aye, master <em>Shallow</em>, we have heard -the chimes at midnight,’ says <em>Sir John</em>. The true spirit of humanity, -the thorough knowledge of the stuff we are made of, the practical -wisdom with the seeming fooleries, in the whole of this exquisite -scene, and afterwards in the dialogue on the death of old <em>Double</em>, -have no parallel anywhere else.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It has been suggested to us, that the <cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite> would -do admirably to get up as a Christmas after-piece; and our prompter -proposes that Mr. Kean should play the part of <em>Bottom</em>, as worthy of -his great talents. He might offer to play the lady like any of our -actresses that he pleased, the lover or the tyrant like any of our actors -that he pleased, and the lion like ‘the most fearful wild fowl living.’ -The carpenter, the tailor, and joiner, would hit the galleries. The -young ladies in love would interest the side-boxes, and <em>Robin Goodfellow</em> -and his companions excite a lively fellow-feeling in the children -from school. There would be two courts, an empire within an -empire, the Athenian and the Fairy King and Queen, with their -attendants, and with all their finery. What an opportunity for processions, -for the sound of trumpets, and glittering of spears! What -a fluttering of urchins’ painted wings; what a delightful profusion -of gauze clouds, and airy spirits floating on them! It would be a -complete English fairy tale.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span> - <h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 17.</span>]      ON THE BEGGAR’S OPERA      [<span class='sc'>June 18, 1815.</span></h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>We have begun this Essay on a very coarse sheet of damaged foolscap, -and we find that we are going to write it, whether for the sake of -contrast, or from having a very fine pen, in a remarkably nice hand. -Something of a similar process seems to have taken place in Gay’s -mind, when he composed his <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>. He chose a very -unpromising ground to work upon, and he has prided himself in -adorning it with all the graces, the precision and brilliancy of style. -It is a vulgar error to call this a vulgar play. So far from it, that we -do not scruple to declare our opinion that it is one of the most refined -productions in the language. The elegance of the composition is in -exact proportion to the coarseness of the materials: by ‘happy -alchemy of mind,’ the author has extracted an essence of refinement -from the dregs of human life, and turns its very dross into gold. The -scenes, characters, and incidents are, in themselves, of the lowest and -most disgusting kind: but, by the sentiments and reflections which -are put into the mouths of highwaymen, turnkeys, their mistresses, -wives, or daughters, he has converted this motley group into a set -of fine gentlemen and ladies, satirists and philosophers. He has also -effected this transformation without once violating probability, or -‘o’erstepping the modesty of nature.’ In fact Gay has turned the -tables on the critics; and by the assumed licence of the mock-heroic -style, has enabled himself to <em>do justice to nature</em>, that is, to give all -the force, truth, and locality of real feeling to the thoughts and -expressions, without being called to the bar of false taste and affected -delicacy. The extreme beauty and feeling of the song, ‘Woman is -like the fair flower in its lustre,’ is only equalled by its characteristic -propriety and <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">naïveté</span></i>. It may be said that this is taken from -Tibullus; but there is nothing about Covent Garden in Tibullus. -<em>Polly</em> describes her lover going to the gallows with the same touching -simplicity, and with all the natural fondness of a young girl in her -circumstances, who sees in his approaching catastrophe nothing but -the misfortunes and the personal accomplishments of the object of her -affections. ‘I see him sweeter than the nosegay in his hand: the -admiring crowd lament that so lovely a youth should come to an -untimely end:—even butchers weep, and Jack Ketch refuses his fee -rather than consent to tie the fatal knot.’ The preservation of the -character and costume is complete. It has been said by a great -authority, ‘There is some soul of goodness in things evil’: and the -<cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite> is a good-natured but instructive comment on this text. -The poet has thrown all the gaiety and sunshine of the imagination, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>all the intoxication of pleasure, and the vanity of despair, round the -short-lived existence of his heroes; while <em>Peachum</em> and <em>Lockitt</em> are -seen in the back-ground, parcelling out their months and weeks between -them. The general view exhibited of human life, is of the most -masterly and abstracted kind. The author has, with great felicity, -brought out the good qualities and interesting emotions almost inseparable -from the lowest conditions; and with the same penetrating glance -has detected the disguises which rank and circumstances lend to -exalted vice. Every line in this sterling comedy sparkles with wit, -and is fraught with the keenest sarcasm. The very wit, however, -takes off from the offensiveness of the satire; and we have seen great -statesmen, very great statesmen, heartily enjoying the joke, laughing -most immoderately at the compliments paid to them as not much -worse than pickpockets and cut-throats in a different line of life, and -pleased, as it were, to see themselves humanised by some sort of -fellowship with their kind. Indeed, it may be said that the moral -of the piece is to show the <em>vulgarity</em> of vice; and that the same -violations of integrity and decorum, the same habitual sophistry in -palliating their want of principle, are common to the great and -powerful, with the lowest and most contemptible of the species. -What can be more convincing than the arguments used by these -would-be politicians, to shew that in hypocrisy, selfishness, and -treachery, they do not come up to many of their betters? The -exclamation of <em>Mrs. Peachum</em>, when her daughter marries <em>Macheath</em>, -‘Hussey, hussey, you will be as ill used, and as much neglected, as if -you had married a lord,’ is worth all Miss Hannah More’s laboured -invectives on the laxity of the manners of high life!<a id='r46' /><a href='#f46' class='c012'><sup>[46]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span> - <h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 18.</span>]      ON PATRIOTISM.—A FRAGMENT      [<span class='sc'>Jan. 5, 1814.</span></h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Patriotism, in modern times, and in great states, is and must be the -creature of reason and reflection, rather than the offspring of physical -or local attachment. Our country is a complex, abstract existence, -recognised only by the understanding. It is an immense riddle, containing -numberless modifications of reason and prejudice, of thought -and passion. Patriotism is not, in a strict or exclusive sense, a -natural or personal affection, but a law of our rational and moral -nature, strengthened and determined by particular circumstances and -associations, but not born of them, nor wholly nourished by them. -It is not possible that we should have an individual attachment to -sixteen millions of men, any more than to sixty millions. We cannot -be <em>habitually</em> attached to places we never saw, and people we never -heard of. Is not the name of Englishman a general term, as well as -that of man? How many varieties does it not combine within it? -Are the opposite extremities of the globe our native place, because -they are a part of that geographical and political denomination, our -country? Does natural affection expand in circles of latitude and -longitude? What personal or instinctive sympathy has the English -peasant with the African slave-driver, or East Indian Nabob? Some -of our wretched bunglers in metaphysics would fain persuade us to -discard all general humanity, and all sense of abstract justice, as a -violation of natural affection, and yet do not see that the love of our -country itself is in the list of our general affections. The common -notions of patriotism are transmitted down to us from the savage -tribes, where the fate and condition of all was the same, or from the -states of Greece and Rome, where the country of the citizen was -the town in which he was born. Where this is no longer the case,—where -our country is no longer contained within the narrow circle of -the same walls,—where we can no longer behold its glimmering -horizon from the top of our native mountains—beyond these limits, -it is not a natural but an artificial idea, and our love of it either a -deliberate dictate of reason, or a cant term. It was said by an acute -observer, and eloquent writer (Rousseau) that the love of mankind -<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>was nothing but the love of justice: the same might be said, with -considerable truth, of the love of our country. It is little more than -another name for the love of liberty, of independence, of peace, and -social happiness. We do not say that other indirect and collateral -circumstances do not go to the superstructure of this sentiment (as -language,<a id='r47' /><a href='#f47' class='c012'><sup>[47]</sup></a> literature, manners, national customs), but this is the broad -and firm basis.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 19.</span>]      ON BEAUTY      [<span class='sc'>Feb. 4, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It is about sixty years ago that Sir Joshua Reynolds, in three papers -which he wrote in the <cite>Idler</cite>, advanced the notion, which has prevailed -very much ever since, that Beauty was entirely dependent on -custom, or on the conformity of objects to a given standard. Now, -we could never persuade ourselves that custom, or the association of -ideas, though a very powerful, was the only principle of the preference -which the mind gives to certain objects over others. Novelty is -surely one source of pleasure; otherwise we cannot account for the -well-known epigram, beginning—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Two happy things in marriage are allowed,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Nor can we help thinking, that, besides custom, or the conformity of -certain objects to others of the same general class, there is also a -certain conformity of objects to themselves, a symmetry of parts, a -principle of proportion, gradation, harmony (call it what you will), -which makes certain things naturally pleasing or beautiful, and the -want of it the contrary.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We will not pretend to define what Beauty is, after so many -learned authors have failed; but we shall attempt to give some -examples of what constitutes it, to shew that it is in some way -inherent in the object, and that if custom is a second nature, there -is another nature which ranks before it. Indeed, the idea that all -pleasure and pain depend on the association of ideas is manifestly -absurd: there must be something in itself pleasurable or painful, before -it could become possible for the feelings of pleasure or pain to be -transferred by association from one object to another.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Regular features are generally accounted handsome; but regular -features are those, the outlines of which answer most nearly to each -other, or undergo the fewest abrupt changes. We shall attempt to -explain this idea by a reference to the Greek and African face; the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>first of which is beautiful, because it is made up of lines corresponding -with or melting into each other: the last is not so, because it is made -up almost entirely of contradictory lines and sharp angular projections.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The general principle of the difference between the two heads is -this: the forehead of the Greek is square and upright, and, as it -were, overhangs the rest of the face, except the nose, which is a -continuation of it almost in an even line. In the Negro or African, -the tip of the nose is the most projecting part of the face; and from -that point the features retreat back, both upwards towards the forehead, -and downwards to the chin. This last form is an approximation -to the shape of the head of the animal, as the former bears the -strongest stamp of humanity.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Grecian nose is regular, the African irregular. In other -words, the Grecian nose seen in profile forms nearly a straight line -with the forehead, and falls into the upper lip by two curves, which -balance one another: seen in front, the two sides are nearly parallel -to each other, and the nostrils and lower part form regular curves, -answering to one another, and to the contours of the mouth. On -the contrary, the African pug-nose is more ‘like an ace of clubs.’ -Whichever way you look at it, it presents the appearance of a triangle. -It is narrow, and drawn to a point at top, broad and flat at bottom. -The point is peaked, and recedes abruptly to the level of the forehead -or the mouth, and the nostrils are as if they were drawn up with -hooks towards each other. All the lines cross each other at sharp -angles. The forehead of the Greeks is flat and square, till it is -rounded at the temples; the African forehead, like the ape’s, falls -back towards the top, and spreads out at the sides, so as to form an -angle with the cheek-bones. The eyebrows of the Greeks are either -straight, so as to sustain the lower part of the tablet of the forehead, -or gently arched, so as to form the outer circle of the curves of the -eyelids. The form of the eyes gives all the appearance of orbs, -full, swelling, and involved within each other; the African eyes -are flat, narrow at the corners, in the shape of a tortoise, and the -eyebrows fly off slantwise to the sides of the forehead. The idea of -the superiority of the Greek face in this respect is admirably expressed -in Spenser’s description of Belphœbe:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Her ivory forehead, full of bounty brave,</div> - <div class='line'>Like a broad table did itself dispread,</div> - <div class='line'>For love therein his triumphs to engrave,</div> - <div class='line'>And write the battles of his great Godhead.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Upon her eyelids many Graces sat</div> - <div class='line'>Under the shadow of her even brows.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>The head of the girl in the <cite>Transfiguration</cite> (which Raphael -took from the <cite>Niobe</cite>) has the same correspondence and exquisite -involution of the outline of the forehead, the eyebrows, and the eyes -(circle within circle) which we here speak of. Every part of that -delightful head is blended together, and every sharp projection -moulded and softened down, with the feeling of a sculptor, or as if -nothing should be left to offend the <em>touch</em> as well as eye. Again, the -Greek mouth is small, and little wider than the lower part of the -nose: the lips form waving lines, nearly answering to each other; -the African mouth is twice as wide as the nose, projects in front, -and falls back towards the ears—is sharp and triangular, and consists -of one protruding and one distended lip. The chin of the Greek -face is round and indented, curled in, forming a fine oval with the -outline of the cheeks, which resemble the two halves of a plane -parallel with the forehead, and rounded off like it. The Negro chin -falls inwards like a dew-lap, is nearly bisected in the middle, flat at -bottom, and joined abruptly to the rest of the face, the whole contour -of which is made up of jagged cross-grained lines. The African -physiognomy appears, indeed, splitting in pieces, starting out in every -oblique direction, and marked by the most sudden and violent changes -throughout: the whole of the Grecian face blends with itself in a -state of the utmost harmony and repose.<a id='r48' /><a href='#f48' class='c012'><sup>[48]</sup></a> There is a harmony of -expression as well as a symmetry of form. We sometimes see a face -melting into beauty by the force of sentiment—an eye that, in its -liquid mazes, for ever expanding and for ever retiring within itself, -draws the soul after it, and tempts the rash beholder to his fate. -This is, perhaps, what Werter meant, when he says of Charlotte, -‘Her full dark eyes are ever before me, like a sea, like a precipice.’ -The historical in expression is the consistent and harmonious,—whatever -in thought or feeling communicates the same movement, whether -voluptuous or impassioned, to all the parts of the face, the mouth, the -eyes, the forehead, and shews that they are all actuated by the same -spirit. For this reason it has been observed, that all intellectual and -impassioned faces are historical,—the heads of philosophers, poets, -lovers, and madmen.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Motion is beautiful as it implies either continuity or gradual change. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>The motion of a hawk is beautiful, either returning in endless circles -with suspended wings, or darting right forward in one level line upon -its prey. We have, when boys, often watched the glittering down -of the thistle, at first scarcely rising above the ground, and then, -mingling with the gale, borne into the upper sky with varying fantastic -motion. How delightful, how beautiful! All motion is beautiful -that is not contradictory to itself,—that is free from sudden jerks and -shocks,—that is either sustained by the same impulse, or gradually -reconciles different impulses together. Swans resting on the calm -bosom of a lake, in which their image is reflected, or moved up and -down with the heaving of the waves, though by this the double -image is disturbed, are equally beautiful. Homer describes Mercury -as flinging himself from the top of Olympus, and skimming the surface -of the ocean. This is lost in Pope’s translation, who suspends him -on the incumbent air. The beauty of the original image consists in -the idea which it conveys of smooth, uninterrupted speed, of the -evasion of every let or obstacle to the progress of the God.<a id='r49' /><a href='#f49' class='c012'><sup>[49]</sup></a> Awkwardness -is occasioned by a difficulty in moving, or by disjointed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>movements, that distract the attention and defeat each other. Grace is -the absence of every thing that indicates pain or difficulty, or hesitation -or incongruity. The only graceful dancer we ever saw was Deshayes, -the Frenchman. He came on bounding like a stag. It was not -necessary to have seen good dancing before to know that this was -really fine. Whoever has seen the sea in motion, the branches of a -tree waving in the air, would instantly perceive the resemblance. -Flexibility and grace are to be found in nature as well as at the opera. -Mr. Burke, in his Essay on the Sublime and Beautiful, has very -admirably described the bosom of a beautiful woman, almost entirely -with reference to the ideas of motion. Those outlines are beautiful -which describe pleasant motions. A fine use is made of this principle -by one of the apocryphal writers, in describing the form of the rainbow. -‘He hath set his bow in the heavens, and his hands have -bended it.’ Harmony in colour has not been denied to be a natural -property of objects, consisting in the gradations of intermediate colours. -The principle appears to be here the same as in some of the former -instances. The effect of colour in Titian’s Bath of Diana, at the -Marquis of Stafford’s, is perhaps the finest in the world, made up of -the richest contrasts, blended together by the most masterly gradations. -Harmony of sound depends apparently on the same principle as -harmony of colour. Rhyme depends on the pleasure derived from a -recurrence of similar sounds, as symmetry of features does on the -correspondence of the different outlines. The prose style of Dr. -Johnson originated in the same principle. The secret consisted in -rhyming on the sense, and balancing one half of the sentence uniformly -and systematically against the other. The Hebrew poetry -was constructed in the same manner.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 20.</span>]      ON IMITATION      [<span class='sc'>Feb. 18, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Objects in themselves disagreeable or indifferent, often please in the -imitation. A brick-floor, a pewter-plate, an ugly cur barking, a -Dutch boor smoking or playing at skittles, the inside of a shambles, -a fishmonger’s or a greengrocer’s stall, have been made very interesting -as pictures by the fidelity, skill, and spirit, with which they have been -copied. One source of the pleasure thus received is undoubtedly -the surprise or feeling of admiration, occasioned by the unexpected -coincidence between the imitation and the object. The deception, -however, not only pleases at first sight, or from mere novelty; but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>it continues to please upon farther acquaintance, and in proportion to -the insight we acquire into the distinctions of nature and of art. By -far the most numerous class of connoisseurs are the admirers of pictures -of <em>still life</em>, which have nothing but the elaborateness of the execution -to recommend them. One chief reason, it should seem then, why -imitation pleases, is, because, by exciting curiosity, and inviting a comparison -between the object and the representation, it opens a new field -of inquiry, and leads the attention to a variety of details and distinctions -not perceived before. This latter source of the pleasure derived -from imitation has never been properly insisted on.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The anatomist is delighted with a coloured plate, conveying the -exact appearance of the progress of certain diseases, or of the internal -parts and dissections of the human body. We have known a -Jennerian Professor as much enraptured with a delineation of the -different stages of vaccination, as a florist with a bed of tulips, or an -auctioneer with a collection of Indian shells. But in this case, we -find that not only the imitation pleases,—the objects themselves give as -much pleasure to the professional inquirer, as they would pain to the -uninitiated. The learned amateur is struck with the beauty of the -coats of the stomach laid bare, or contemplates with eager curiosity -the transverse section of the brain, divided on the new Spurzheim -principles. It is here, then, the number of the parts, their distinctions, -connections, structure, uses; in short, an entire new set of -ideas, which occupies the mind of the student, and overcomes the -sense of pain and repugnance, which is the only feeling that the sight -of a dead and mangled body presents to ordinary men. It is the -same in art as in science. The painter of still life, as it is called, -takes the same pleasure in the object as the spectator does in the -imitation; because by habit he is led to perceive all those distinctions -in nature, to which other persons never pay any attention till they are -pointed out to them in the picture. The vulgar only see nature as it -is reflected to them from art; the painter sees the picture in nature, -before he transfers it to the canvass. He refines, he analyses, he -remarks fifty things, which escape common eyes; and this affords a -distinct source of reflection and amusement to him, independently of -the beauty or grandeur of the objects themselves, or of their connection -with other impressions besides those of sight. The charm of -the Fine Arts, then, does not consist in any thing peculiar to imitation, -even where only imitation is concerned, since <em>there</em>, where art exists -in the highest perfection, namely, in the mind of the artist, the -object excites the same or greater pleasure, before the imitation exists. -Imitation renders an object, displeasing in itself, a source of pleasure, -not by repetition of the same idea, but by suggesting new ideas, by -<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>detecting new properties, and endless shades of difference, just as a -close and continued contemplation of the object itself would do. -Art shows us nature, divested of the medium of our prejudices. It -divides and decompounds objects into a thousand curious parts, which -may be full of variety, beauty, and delicacy in themselves, though -the object to which they belong may be disagreeable in its general -appearance, or by association with other ideas. A painted marigold -is inferior to a painted rose only in form and colour: it loses nothing in -point of smell. Yellow hair is perfectly beautiful in a picture. To -a person lying with his face close to the ground in a summer’s day, -the blades of spear-grass will appear like tall forest trees, shooting up -into the sky; as an insect seen through a microscope is magnified -into an elephant. Art is the microscope of the mind, which sharpens -the wit as the other does the sight; and converts every object into a -little universe in itself.<a id='r50' /><a href='#f50' class='c012'><sup>[50]</sup></a> Art may be said to draw aside the veil from -nature. To those who are perfectly unskilled in the practice, -unimbued with the principles of art, most objects present only a confused -mass. The pursuit of art is liable to be carried to a contrary -excess, as where it produces a rage for the <em>picturesque</em>. You cannot -go a step with a person of this class, but he stops you to point out -some choice bit of landscape, or fancied improvement, and teazes -you almost to death with the frequency and insignificance of his -discoveries!</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is a common opinion, (which may be worth noticing here), that -the study of physiognomy has a tendency to make people satirical, -and the knowledge of art to make them fastidious in their taste. -Knowledge may, indeed, afford a handle to ill-nature; but it takes -away the principal temptation to its exercise, by supplying the mind -with better resources against <em>ennui</em>. Idiots are always mischievous; -and the most superficial persons are the most disposed to find fault, -because they understand the fewest things. The English are more apt -than any other nation to treat foreigners with contempt, because they -seldom see anything but their own dress and manners; and it is only -in petty provincial towns that you meet with persons who pride themselves -on being satirical. In every country place in England there -are one or two persons of this description who keep the whole neighbourhood -<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>in terror. It is not to be denied that the study of the -<em>ideal</em> in art, if separated from the study of nature, may have the effect -above stated, of producing dissatisfaction and contempt for everything -but itself, as all affectation must; but to the genuine artist, -truth, nature, beauty, are almost different names for the same -thing.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Imitation interests, then, by exciting a more intense perception of -truth, and calling out the powers of observation and comparison: -wherever this effect takes place the interest follows of course, with -or without the imitation, whether the object is real or artificial. The -gardener delights in the streaks of a tulip, or ‘pansy freak’d with jet’; -the mineralogist in the varieties of certain strata, because he understands -them. Knowledge is pleasure as well as power. A work of -art has in this respect no advantage over a work of nature, except -inasmuch as it furnishes an additional stimulus to curiosity. Again, -natural objects please in proportion as they are uncommon, by fixing -the attention more steadily on their beauties or differences. The -same principle of the effect of novelty in exciting the attention, may -account, perhaps, for the extraordinary discoveries and lies told by -travellers, who, opening their eyes for the first time in foreign parts, -are startled at every object they meet.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Why the excitement of intellectual activity pleases, is not here the -question; but that it does so, is a general and acknowledged law of -the human mind. We grow attached to the mathematics only from -finding out their truth; and their utility chiefly consists (at present) -in the contemplative pleasure they afford to the student. Lines, -points, angles, squares, and circles are not interesting in themselves; -they become so by the power of mind exerted in comprehending their -properties and relations. People dispute for ever about Hogarth. -The question has not in one respect been fairly stated. The merit -of his pictures does not so much depend on the nature of the subject, -as on the knowledge displayed of it, on the number of ideas they -excite, on the fund of thought and observation contained in them. -They are to be looked on as works of science; they gratify our love -of truth; they fill up the void of the mind: they are a series of -plates of natural history, and also of that most interesting part of -natural history, the history of man. The superiority of high art over -the common or mechanical consists in combining truth of imitation -with beauty and grandeur of subject. The historical painter is -superior to the flower-painter, because he combines or ought to combine -human interests and passions with the same power of imitating -external nature; or, indeed, with greater, for the greatest difficulty -of imitation is the power of imitating expression. The difficulty of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>copying increases with our knowledge of the object; and that again -with the interest we take in it. The same argument might be applied -to shew that the poet and painter of imagination are superior to the -mere philosopher or man of science, because they exercise the powers -of reason and intellect combined with nature and passion. They treat -of the highest categories of the human soul, pleasure and pain.</p> - -<p class='c000'>From the foregoing train of reasoning, we may easily account for -the too great tendency of art to run into pedantry and affectation. -There is ‘a pleasure in art which none but artists feel.’ They see -beauty where others see nothing of the sort, in wrinkles, deformity, -and old age. They see it in Titian’s Schoolmaster as well as in -Raphael’s Galatea; in the dark shadows of Rembrandt as well as -in the splendid colours of Rubens; in an angel’s or in a butterfly’s -wings. They see with different eyes from the multitude. But true -genius, though it has new sources of pleasure opened to it, does not -lose its sympathy with humanity. It combines truth of imitation with -effect, the parts with the whole, the means with the end. The -mechanic artist sees only that which nobody else sees, and is conversant -only with the technical language and difficulties of his art. A -painter, if shewn a picture, will generally dwell upon the academic -skill displayed in it, and the knowledge of the received rules of composition. -A musician, if asked to play a tune, will select that which -is the most difficult and the least intelligible. The poet will be struck -with the harmony of versification, or the elaborateness of the arrangement -in a composition. The conceits in Shakspeare were his greatest -delight; and improving upon this perverse method of judging, the -German writers, Goethe and Schiller, look upon Werter and The -Robbers as the worst of all their works, because they are the most -popular. Some artists among ourselves have carried the same principle -to a singular excess.<a id='r51' /><a href='#f51' class='c012'><sup>[51]</sup></a> If professors themselves are liable to this -kind of pedantry, connoisseurs and dilettanti, who have less sensibility -and more affectation, are almost wholly swayed by it. They see -nothing in a picture but the execution. They are proud of their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>knowledge in proportion as it is a secret. The worst judges of pictures -in the United Kingdom are, first, picture-dealers; next, perhaps, the -Directors of the British Institution; and after them, in all probability, -the Members of the Royal Academy.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>T. T.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 21.</span>]      ON <em>GUSTO</em>      [<span class='sc'>May 26, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Gusto in art is power or passion defining any object. It is not so -difficult to explain this term in what relates to expression (of which -it may be said to be the highest degree) as in what relates to things -without expression, to the natural appearances of objects, as mere -colour or form. In one sense, however, there is hardly any object -entirely devoid of expression, without some character of power belonging -to it, some precise association with pleasure or pain: and it is in -giving this truth of character from the truth of feeling, whether in the -highest or the lowest degree, but always in the highest degree of which -the subject is capable, that gusto consists.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is a gusto in the colouring of Titian. Not only do his heads -seem to think—his bodies seem to feel. This is what the Italians -mean by the <em>morbidezza</em> of his flesh-colour. It seems sensitive and -alive all over; not merely to have the look and texture of flesh, but -the feeling in itself. For example, the limbs of his female figures -have a luxurious softness and delicacy, which appears conscious of the -pleasure of the beholder. As the objects themselves in nature would -produce an impression on the sense, distinct from every other object, -and having something divine in it, which the heart owns and the -imagination consecrates, the objects in the picture preserve the same -impression, absolute, unimpaired, stamped with all the truth of passion, -the pride of the eye, and the charm of beauty. Rubens makes his -flesh-colour like flowers; Albano’s is like ivory; Titian’s is like flesh, -and like nothing else. It is as different from that of other painters, -as the skin is from a piece of white or red drapery thrown over it. -The blood circulates here and there, the blue veins just appear, the -rest is distinguished throughout only by that sort of tingling sensation -to the eye, which the body feels within itself. This is gusto. -Vandyke’s flesh-colour, though it has great truth and purity, wants -gusto. It has not the internal character, the living principle in it. -It is a smooth surface, not a warm, moving mass. It is painted without -passion, with indifference. The hand only has been concerned. -The impression slides off from the eye, and does not, like the tones -of Titian’s pencil, leave a sting behind it in the mind of the spectator. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>The eye does not acquire a taste or appetite for what it sees. In a -word, gusto in painting is where the impression made on one sense -excites by affinity those of another.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Michael Angelo’s forms are full of gusto. They everywhere -obtrude the sense of power upon the eye. His limbs convey an idea -of muscular strength, of moral grandeur, and even of intellectual -dignity: they are firm, commanding, broad, and massy, capable of -executing with ease the determined purposes of the will. His faces -have no other expression than his figures, conscious power and -capacity. They appear only to think what they shall do, and to know -that they can do it. This is what is meant by saying that his style -is hard and masculine. It is the reverse of Correggio’s, which is -effeminate. That is, the gusto of Michael Angelo consists in -expressing energy of will without proportionable sensibility, Correggio’s -in expressing exquisite sensibility without energy of will. In -Correggio’s faces as well as figures we see neither bones nor muscles, -but then what a soul is there, full of sweetness and of grace—pure, -playful, soft, angelical! There is sentiment enough in a hand painted -by Correggio to set up a school of history painters. Whenever we -look at the hands of Correggio’s women or of Raphael’s, we always -wish to touch them.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Again, Titian’s landscapes have a prodigious gusto, both in the -colouring and forms. We shall never forget one that we saw many -years ago in the Orleans Gallery of Acteon hunting. It had a -brown, mellow, autumnal look. The sky was of the colour of stone. -The winds seemed to sing through the rustling branches of the trees, -and already you might hear the twanging of bows resound through -the tangled mazes of the wood. Mr. West, we understand, has this -landscape. He will know if this description of it is just. The landscape -back-ground of the St. Peter Martyr is another well known -instance of the power of this great painter to give a romantic interest -and an appropriate character to the objects of his pencil, where every -circumstance adds to the effect of the scene,—the bold trunks of the -tall forest trees, the trailing ground plants, with that tall convent -spire rising in the distance, amidst the blue sapphire mountains and the -golden sky.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Rubens has a great deal of gusto in his Fauns and Satyrs, and in all -that expresses motion, but in nothing else. Rembrandt has it in -everything; everything in his pictures has a tangible character. If he -puts a diamond in the ear of a burgomaster’s wife, it is of the first -water; and his furs and stuffs are proof against a Russian winter. -Raphael’s gusto was only in expression; he had no idea of the -character of anything but the human form. The dryness and poverty -<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>of his style in other respects is a phenomenon in the art. His trees -are like sprigs of grass stuck in a book of botanical specimens. Was -it that Raphael never had time to go beyond the walls of Rome? -That he was always in the streets, at church, or in the bath? He was -not one of the Society of Arcadians.<a id='r52' /><a href='#f52' class='c012'><sup>[52]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>Claude’s landscapes, perfect as they are, want gusto. This is not -easy to explain. They are perfect abstractions of the visible images -of things; they speak the visible language of nature truly. They -resemble a mirror or a microscope. To the eye only they are more -perfect than any other landscapes that ever were or will be painted; -they give more of nature, as cognisable by one sense alone; but they -lay an equal stress on all visible impressions. They do not interpret -one sense by another; they do not distinguish the character of -different objects as we are taught, and can only be taught, to distinguish -them by their effect on the different senses. That is, his eye -wanted imagination: it did not strongly sympathise with his other -faculties. He saw the atmosphere, but he did not feel it. He -painted the trunk of a tree or a rock in the foreground as smooth—with -as complete an abstraction of the gross, tangible impression, as -any other part of the picture. His trees are perfectly beautiful, but -quite immovable; they have a look of enchantment. In short, his -landscapes are unequalled imitations of nature, released from its subjection -to the elements, as if all objects were become a delightful -fairy vision, and the eye had rarefied and refined away the other -senses.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The gusto in the Greek statues is of a very singular kind. The -sense of perfect form nearly occupies the whole mind, and hardly -suffers it to dwell on any other feeling. It seems enough for them -<em>to be</em>, without acting or suffering. Their forms are ideal, spiritual. -Their beauty is power. By their beauty they are raised above the -frailties of pain or passion; by their beauty they are deified.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The infinite quantity of dramatic invention in Shakspeare takes -from his gusto. The power he delights to show is not intense, but -discursive. He never insists on anything as much as he might, except -a quibble. Milton has great gusto. He repeats his blows twice; -grapples with and exhausts his subject. His imagination has a double -<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>relish of its objects, an inveterate attachment to the things he describes, -and to the words describing them.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>——‘Or where Chineses drive</div> - <div class='line'>With sails and wind their <em>cany</em> waggons <em>light</em>.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Wild above rule or art, <em>enormous</em> bliss.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is a gusto in Pope’s compliments, in Dryden’s satires, and -Prior’s tales; and among prose writers Boccacio and Rabelais had -the most of it. We will only mention one other work which appears -to us to be full of gusto, and that is the <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>. If it is -not, we are altogether mistaken in our notions on this delicate subject.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 22.</span>]      ON PEDANTRY      [<span class='sc'>March 3, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The power of attaching an interest to the most trifling or painful -pursuits, in which our whole attention and faculties are engaged, is -one of the greatest happinesses of our nature. The common soldier -mounts the breach with joy; the miser deliberately starves himself -to death; the mathematician sets about extracting the cube-root with -a feeling of enthusiasm; and the lawyer sheds tears of admiration -over Coke upon Littleton. It is the same through human life. -He who is not in some measure a pedant, though he may be a wise, -cannot be a very happy man.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The chief charm of reading the old novels is from the picture they -give of the egotism of the characters, the importance of each individual -to himself, and his fancied superiority over every one else. We like, -for instance, the pedantry of Parson Adams, who thought a schoolmaster -the greatest character in the world, and that he was the greatest -schoolmaster in it. We do not see any equivalent for the satisfaction -which this conviction must have afforded him in the most nicely -graduated scale of talents and accomplishments to which he was an -utter stranger. When the old-fashioned Scotch pedagogue turns -Roderick Random round and round, and surveys him from head to -foot with such infinite surprise and laughter, at the same time breaking -out himself into gestures and exclamations still more uncouth and -ridiculous, who would wish to have deprived him of this burst of -extravagant self-complacency? When our follies afford equal delight -to ourselves and those about us, what is there to be desired more? -We cannot discover the vast advantage of ‘seeing ourselves as others -<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>see us.’ It is better to have a contempt for any one than for -ourselves!</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most constant butts of ridicule, both in the old comedies -and novels, is the professional jargon of the medical tribe. Yet it -cannot be denied that this jargon, however affected it may seem, is -the natural language of apothecaries and physicians, the mother-tongue -of pharmacy! It is that by which their knowledge first comes -to them, that with which they have the most obstinate associations, -that in which they can express themselves the most readily and with -the best effect upon their hearers; and though there may be some -assumption of superiority in all this, yet it is only by an effort of -circumlocution that they could condescend to explain themselves in -ordinary language. Besides, there is a delicacy at bottom; as it is -the only language in which a nauseous medicine can be decorously -administered, or a limb taken off with the proper degree of secrecy. -If the most blundering coxcombs affect this language most, what does -it signify, while they retain the same dignified notions of themselves -and their art, and are equally happy in their knowledge or their -ignorance? The ignorant and pretending physician is a capital -character in Moliere: and, indeed, throughout his whole plays the -great source of the comic interest is in the fantastic exaggeration of -blind self-love, in letting loose the habitual peculiarities of each individual -from all restraint of conscious observation or self-knowledge, -in giving way to that specific levity of impulse which mounts at once -to the height of absurdity, in spite of the obstacles that surround it, -as a fluid in a barometer rises according to the pressure of the external -air! His characters are almost always pedantic, and yet the most -unconscious of all others. Take, for example, those two worthy -gentlemen, Monsieur Jourdain and Monsieur Pourceaugnac.<a id='r53' /><a href='#f53' class='c012'><sup>[53]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>Learning and pedantry were formerly synonymous; and it was -well when they were so. Can there be a higher satisfaction than -for a man to understand Greek, and to believe that there is nothing -else worth understanding? Learning is the knowledge of that which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>is not generally known. What an ease and a dignity in pretensions, -founded on the ignorance of others! What a pleasure in wondering, -what a pride in being wondered at! In the library of the family -where we were brought up, stood the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Fratres Poloni</span></i>; and we can -never forget or describe the feeling with which not only their appearance, -but the names of the authors on the outside inspired us. -Pripscovius, we remember, was one of the easiest to pronounce. The -gravity of the contents seemed in proportion to the weight of the -volumes; the importance of the subjects increased with our ignorance -of them. The trivialness of the remarks, if ever we looked -into them,—the repetitions, the monotony, only gave a greater solemnity -to the whole, as the slowness and minuteness of the evidence -adds to the impressiveness of a judicial proceeding. We knew that -the authors had devoted their whole lives to the production of these -works, carefully abstaining from the introduction of any thing amusing -or lively or interesting. In ten folio volumes there was not one sally -of wit, one striking reflection. What, then, must have been their -sense of the importance of the subject, the profound stores of knowledge -which they had to communicate! ‘From all this world’s -encumbrance they did themselves assoil.’ Such was the notion we -then had of this learned lumber; yet we would rather have this -feeling again for one half-hour than be possessed of all the acuteness -of Bayle or the wit of Voltaire!</p> - -<p class='c000'>It may be considered as a sign of the decay of piety and learning -in modern times, that our divines no longer introduce texts of the -original Scriptures into their sermons. The very sound of the -original Greek or Hebrew would impress the hearer with a more -lively faith in the sacred writers than any translation, however literal -or correct. It may be even doubted whether the translation of the -Scriptures into the vulgar tongue was any advantage to the people. -The mystery in which particular points of faith were left involved, -gave an awe and sacredness to religious opinions: the general purport -of the truths and promises of revelation was made known by other -means; and nothing beyond this general and implicit conviction can -be obtained, where all is undefined and infinite.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Again, it may be questioned whether, in matters of mere human -reasoning, much has been gained by the disuse of the learned languages. -Sir Isaac Newton wrote in Latin; and it is perhaps one of -Bacon’s fopperies that he translated his works into English. If -certain follies have been exposed by being stripped of their formal -disguise, others have had a greater chance of succeeding, by being -presented in a more pleasing and popular shape. This has been -remarkably the case in France, (the least pedantic country in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>world), where the women mingle with everything, even with metaphysics, -and where all philosophy is reduced to a set of phrases for -the toilette. When books are written in the prevailing language of the -country, every one becomes a critic who can read. An author is no -longer tried by his peers. A species of universal suffrage is introduced -in letters, which is only applicable to politics. The good old -Latin style of our forefathers, if it concealed the dullness of the -writer, at least was a barrier against the impertinence, flippancy, and -ignorance of the reader. However, the immediate transition from -the pedantic to the popular style in literature was a change that must -have been very delightful at the time. Our illustrious predecessors, -the <cite>Tatler</cite> and <cite>Spectator</cite>, were very happily off in this respect. They -wore the public favour in its newest gloss, before it had become -tarnished and common—before familiarity had bred contempt. It -was the honey-moon of authorship. Their Essays were among the -first instances in this country of learning sacrificing to the graces, and -of a mutual understanding and good-humoured equality between the -writer and the reader. This new style of composition, to use the -phraseology of Mr. Burke, ‘mitigated authors into companions, and -compelled wisdom to submit to the soft collar of social esteem.’ The -original papers of the <cite>Tatler</cite>, printed on a half sheet of common -foolscap, were regularly served up at breakfast-time with the silver -tea-kettle and thin slices of bread and butter; and what the ingenious -Mr. Bickerstaff wrote overnight in his easy chair, he might flatter -himself would be read the next morning with elegant applause by the -fair, the witty, the learned, and the great, in all parts of this kingdom, -in which civilisation had made any considerable advances. The perfection -of letters is when the highest ambition of the writer is to -please his readers, and the greatest pride of the reader is to understand -his author. The satisfaction on both sides ceases when the -town becomes a club of authors, when each man stands with his -manuscript in his hand waiting for his turn of applause, and when the -claims on our admiration are so many, that, like those of common -beggars, to prevent imposition they can only be answered with general -neglect. Our self-love would be quite bankrupt, if critics by profession -did not come forward as beadles to keep off the crowd, and -to relieve us from the importunity of these innumerable candidates -for fame, by pointing out their faults and passing over their beauties. -In the more auspicious period just alluded to an author was regarded -by the better sort as a man of genius, and by the vulgar, as a kind of -prodigy; insomuch that the Spectator was obliged to shorten his -residence at his friend Sir Roger de Coverley’s, from his being taken -for a conjuror. Every state of society has its advantages and disadvantages. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>An author is at present in no danger of being taken for -a conjuror!</p> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 23.</span>]      THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED      [<span class='sc'>March 10, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Life is the art of being well deceived; and in order that the deception -may succeed, it must be habitual and uninterrupted. A constant -examination of the value of our opinions and enjoyments, compared -with those of others, may lessen our prejudices, but will leave nothing -for our affections to rest upon. A multiplicity of objects unsettles -the mind, and destroys not only all enthusiasm, but all sincerity of -attachment, all constancy of pursuit; as persons accustomed to an -itinerant mode of life never feel themselves at home in any place. It -is by means of habit that our intellectual employments mix like our -food with the circulation of the blood, and go on like any other part -of the animal functions. To take away the force of habit and prejudice -entirely, is to strike at the root of our personal existence. The -book-worm, buried in the depth of his researches, may well say to -the obtrusive shifting realities of the world, ‘Leave me to my repose!’ -We have seen an instance of a poetical enthusiast, who would have -passed his life very comfortably in the contemplation of <em>his own idea</em>, -if he had not been disturbed in his reverie by the Reviewers; and for -our own parts, we think we could pass our lives very learnedly and -classically in one of the quadrangles at Oxford, without any idea at -all, vegetating merely on the air of the place. Chaucer has drawn a -beautiful picture of a true scholar in his Clerk of Oxenford:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also,</div> - <div class='line'>That unto logik, hadde longe ygo.</div> - <div class='line'>As lene was his hors as is a rake,</div> - <div class='line'>And he was not right fat, I undertake;</div> - <div class='line'>But loked holwe, and thereto soberly.</div> - <div class='line'>Ful thredbare was his overest courtepy,</div> - <div class='line'>For he hadde geten him yit no benefice,</div> - <div class='line'>Ne was nought worldly to have an office.</div> - <div class='line'>For him was lever have at his beddes hed</div> - <div class='line'>A twenty bokes, clothed in blak or red,</div> - <div class='line'>Of Aristotle and his philosophie,</div> - <div class='line'>Then robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.</div> - <div class='line'>But all be that he was a philosophre,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre,</div> - <div class='line'>But al that he might of his frendes hente,</div> - <div class='line'>On bokes and on lerning he it spente,</div> - <div class='line'>And besily gan for the soules praie</div> - <div class='line'>Of hem, that gave him wherwith to scolaie.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>Of studie toke he moste care and hede.</div> - <div class='line'>Not a word spake he more than was nede;</div> - <div class='line'>And that was said in forme and reverence,</div> - <div class='line'>And short, and quike, and full of high sentence.</div> - <div class='line'>Sowning in moral vertue was his speche,</div> - <div class='line'>And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If letters have profited little by throwing down the barrier between -learned prejudice and ignorant presumption, the arts have profited still -less by the universal diffusion of accomplishment and pretension. An -artist is no longer looked upon as any thing, who is not at the same -time ‘chemist, statesman, fiddler, and buffoon.’ It is expected of -him that he should be well-dressed, and he is poor; that he should -move gracefully, and he has never learned to dance; that he should -converse on all subjects, and he understands but one; that he should -be read in different languages, and he only knows his own. Yet -there is one language, the language of Nature, in which it is enough -for him to be able to read, to find everlasting employment and solace -to his thoughts—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Tongues in the trees, books in the running brooks,</div> - <div class='line'>Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>He will find no end of his labours or of his triumphs there; yet still -feel all his strength not more than equal to the task he has begun—his -whole life too short for art. Rubens complained, that just as he -was beginning to understand his profession, he was forced to quit it. -It was a saying of Michael Angelo, that ‘painting was jealous, and -required the whole man to herself.’ Is it to be supposed that -Rembrandt did not find sufficient resources against the spleen in the -little cell, where mystery and silence hung upon his pencil, or the -noon-tide ray penetrated the solemn gloom around him, without the -aid of modern newspapers, novels, and reviews? Was he not more -wisely employed, while devoted solely to his art—married to that -immortal bride! We do not imagine Sir Joshua Reynolds was -much happier for having written his lectures, nor for the learned -society he kept, friendship apart; and learned society is not necessary -to friendship. He was evidently, as far as conversation was concerned, -little at his ease in it; and he was always glad, as he himself -said, after he had been entertained at the houses of the great, to get -back to his painting-room again. Any one settled pursuit, together -with the ordinary alternations of leisure, exercise, and amusement, -and the natural feelings and relations of society, is quite enough to -take up the whole of our thoughts, time, and affections; and any thing -<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>beyond this will, generally speaking, only tend to dissipate and distract -the mind. There is no end of accomplishments, of the prospect -of new acquisitions of taste or skill, or of the uneasiness arising from -the want of them, if we once indulge in this idle habit of vanity and -affectation. The mind is never satisfied with what it is, but is always -looking out for fanciful perfections, which it can neither attain nor -practise. Our failure in any one object is fatal to our enjoyment of -all the rest; and the chances of disappointment multiply with the -number of our pursuits. In catching at the shadow, we lose the -substance. No man can thoroughly master more than one art or -science. The world has never seen a perfect painter. What would -it have availed for Raphael to have aimed at Titian’s colouring, or for -Titian to have imitated Raphael’s drawing, but to have diverted each -from the true bent of his natural genius, and to have made each -sensible of his own deficiencies, without any probability of supplying -them? Pedantry in art, in learning, in every thing, is the setting an -extraordinary value on that which we can do, and that which we -understand best, and which it is our business to do and understand. -Where is the harm of this? To possess or even understand -all kinds of excellence equally, is impossible; and to pretend to -admire that to which we are indifferent, as much as that which is of -the greatest use, and which gives the greatest pleasure to us, is not -liberality, but affectation. Is an artist, for instance, to be required to -feel the same admiration for the works of Handel as for those of -Raphael? If he is sincere, he cannot: and a man, to be free from -pedantry, must be either a coxcomb or a hypocrite. Vestris was so -far in the right, in saying that Voltaire and he were the two greatest -men in Europe. Voltaire was so in the public opinion, and he was -so in his own. Authors and literary people have been unjustly -accused for arrogating an exclusive preference to letters over other arts. -They are justified in doing this, because words are the most natural -and universal language, and because they have the sympathy of the -world with them. Poets, for the same reason, have a right to be the -vainest of authors. The prejudice attached to established reputation -is, in like manner, perfectly well founded, because that which has -longest excited our admiration and the admiration of mankind, is most -entitled to admiration, on the score of habit, sympathy, and deference -to public opinion. There is a sentiment attached to classical reputation, -which cannot belong to new works of genius, till they become -old in their turn.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There appears to be a natural division of labour in the ornamental -as well as the mechanical arts of human life. We do not see why a -nobleman should wish to shine as a poet, any more than to be dubbed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>a knight, or to be created Lord Mayor of London. If he succeeds, -he gains nothing; and then if he is damned, what a ridiculous figure -he makes! The great, instead of rivalling them, should keep authors, -as they formerly kept fools,—a practice in itself highly laudable, and -the disuse of which might be referred to as the first symptom of the -degeneracy of modern times, and dissolution of the principles of -social order! But of all the instances of a profession now unjustly -obsolete, commend us to the alchemist. We see him sitting fortified -in his prejudices, with his furnace, his diagrams, and his alembics; -smiling at disappointments as proofs of the sublimity of his art, and the -earnest of his future success: wondering at his own knowledge and the -incredulity of others; fed with hope to the last gasp, and having all -the pleasures without the pain of madness. What is there in the discoveries -of modern chemistry equal to the very names of the <span class='sc'><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Elixir -Vitæ</span></span> and the <span class='sc'><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Aurum Potabile</span></span>!</p> - -<p class='c000'>In <cite>Froissard’s Chronicles</cite> there is an account of a reverend Monk -who had been a robber in the early part of his life, and who, when -he grew old, used feelingly to lament that he had ever changed his -profession. He said, ‘It was a goodly sight to sally out from his -castle, and to see a troop of jolly friars coming riding that way, with -their mules well laden with viands and rich stores, to advance towards -them, to attack and overthrow them, returning to the castle with -a noble booty.’ He preferred this mode of life to counting his beads -and chaunting his vespers, and repented that he had ever been prevailed -on to relinquish so laudable a calling. In this confession of remorse, -we may be sure that there was no hypocrisy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The difference in the character of the gentlemen of the present age -and those of the old school, has been often insisted on. The character -of a gentleman is a <em>relative term</em>, which can hardly subsist where there -is no marked distinction of persons. The diffusion of knowledge, of -artificial and intellectual equality, tends to level this distinction, and -to confound that nice perception and high sense of honour, which -arises from conspicuousness of situation, and a perpetual attention to -personal propriety and the claims of personal respect. The age -of chivalry is gone with the improvements in the art of war, which -superseded the exercise of personal courage; and the character of -a gentleman must disappear with those general refinements in -manners, which render the advantages of rank and situation -accessible almost to every one. The bag-wig and sword naturally -followed the fate of the helmet and the spear, when these outward -insignia no longer implied acknowledged superiority, and were a -distinction without a difference.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The spirit of chivalrous and romantic love proceeded on the same -<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>exclusive principle. It was an enthusiastic adoration, an idolatrous -worship paid to sex and beauty. This, even in its blindest excess, -was better than the cold indifference and prostituted gallantry of this -philosophic age. The extreme tendency of civilisation is to dissipate -all intellectual energy, and dissolve all moral principle. We are -sometimes inclined to regret the innovations on the Catholic religion. -It was a noble charter for ignorance, dullness, and prejudice of all -kinds, (perhaps, after all, ‘the sovereign’st things on earth’), and put -an effectual stop to the vanity and restlessness of opinion. ‘It wrapped -the human understanding all round like a blanket.’ Since the -Reformation, altars, unsprinkled by holy oil, are no longer sacred; -and thrones, unsupported by the divine right, have become uneasy and -insecure.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 24.</span>]      ON THE CHARACTER OF ROUSSEAU      [<span class='sc'>April 14, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Madame de Stael, in her Letters on the Writings and Character -of Rousseau, gives it as her opinion, ‘that the imagination was -the first faculty of his mind, and that this faculty even absorbed -all the others.’<a id='r54' /><a href='#f54' class='c012'><sup>[54]</sup></a> And she farther adds, ‘Rousseau had great strength -of reason on abstract questions, or with respect to objects, which -have no reality but in the mind.’<a id='r55' /><a href='#f55' class='c012'><sup>[55]</sup></a> Both these opinions are -radically wrong. Neither imagination nor reason can properly be -said to have been the original predominant faculties of his mind. -The strength both of imagination and reason, which he possessed, was -borrowed from the excess of another faculty; and the weakness and -poverty of reason and imagination, which are to be found in his -works, may be traced to the same source, namely, that these faculties -in him were artificial, secondary, and dependant, operating by a power -not theirs, but lent to them. The only quality which he possessed in -an eminent degree, which alone raised him above ordinary men, and -which gave to his writings and opinions an influence greater, perhaps, -than has been exerted by any individual in modern times, was -extreme sensibility, or an acute and even morbid feeling of all that -related to his own impressions, to the objects and events of his life. -He had the most intense consciousness of his own existence. No object -that had once made an impression on him was ever after effaced. -Every feeling in his mind became a passion. His craving after -<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>excitement was an appetite and a disease. His interest in his own -thoughts and feelings was always wound up to the highest pitch; and -hence the enthusiasm which he excited in others. He owed the -power which he exercised over the opinions of all Europe, by which -he created numberless disciples, and overturned established systems, -to the tyranny which his feelings, in the first instance, exercised over -himself. The dazzling blaze of his reputation was kindled by the -same fire that fed upon his vitals.<a id='r56' /><a href='#f56' class='c012'><sup>[56]</sup></a> His ideas differed from those of -other men only in their force and intensity. His genius was the effect -of his temperament. He created nothing, he demonstrated nothing, -by a pure effort of the understanding. His fictitious characters are -modifications of his own being, reflections and shadows of himself. -His speculations are the obvious exaggerations of a mind, giving a -loose to its habitual impulses, and moulding all nature to its own -purposes. Hence his enthusiasm and his eloquence, bearing down -all opposition. Hence the warmth and the luxuriance, as well as the -sameness of his descriptions. Hence the frequent verboseness of his -style; for passion lends force and reality to language, and makes -words supply the place of imagination. Hence the tenaciousness of -his logic, the acuteness of his observations, the refinement and the -inconsistency of his reasoning. Hence his keen penetration, and his -strange want of comprehension of mind: for the same intense feeling -which enabled him to discern the first principles of things, and seize -some one view of a subject in all its ramifications, prevented him from -admitting the operation of other causes which interfered with his -favourite purpose, and involved him in endless wilful contradictions. -Hence his excessive egotism, which filled all objects with himself, -and would have occupied the universe with his smallest interest. -Hence his jealousy and suspicion of others; for no attention, no -respect or sympathy, could come up to the extravagant claims of his -self-love. Hence his dissatisfaction with himself and with all around -him; for nothing could satisfy his ardent longings after good, his restless -appetite of being. Hence his feelings, overstrained and exhausted, -recoiled upon themselves, and produced his love of silence and repose, -his feverish aspirations after the quiet and solitude of nature. Hence -in part also his quarrel with the artificial institutions and distinctions -of society, which opposed so many barriers to the unrestrained -indulgence of his will, and allured his imagination to scenes of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>pastoral simplicity or of savage life, where the passions were either not -excited or left to follow their own impulse,—where the petty vexations -and irritating disappointments of common life had no place,—and -where the tormenting pursuits of arts and sciences were lost in pure -animal enjoyment, or indolent repose. Thus he describes the first -savage wandering for ever under the shade of magnificent forests, or -by the side of mighty rivers, smit with the unquenchable love of -nature!</p> - -<p class='c000'>The best of all his works is the <cite>Confessions</cite>, though it is that which -has been least read, because it contains the fewest set paradoxes or -general opinions. It relates entirely to himself; and no one was ever -so much at home on this subject as he was. From the strong hold -which they had taken of his mind, he makes us enter into his feelings -as if they had been our own, and we seem to remember every incident -and circumstance of his life as if it had happened to ourselves. We -are never tired of this work, for it everywhere presents us with -pictures which we can fancy to be counterparts of our own existence. -The passages of this sort are innumerable. There is the interesting -account of his childhood, the constraints and thoughtless liberty of -which are so well described; of his sitting up all night reading -romances with his father, till they were forced to desist by hearing -the swallows twittering in their nests; his crossing the Alps, described -with all the feelings belonging to it, his pleasure in setting out, his -satisfaction in coming to his journey’s end, the delight of ‘coming -and going he knew not where’; his arriving at Turin; the figure of -Madame Basile, drawn with such inimitable precision and elegance; -the delightful adventure of the Chateau de Toune, where he passed -the day with Mademoiselle G**** and Mademoiselle Galley; the -story of his Zulietta, the proud, the charming Zulietta, whose last -words, ‘<i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">Va Zanetto, e studia la Matematica</span></i>,’ were never to be forgotten; -his sleeping near Lyons in a niche of the wall, after a fine -summer’s day, with a nightingale perched above his head; his -first meeting with Madame Warens, the pomp of sound with -which he has celebrated her name, beginning ‘<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Louise Eleonore -de Warens étoit<a id='t90'></a> une demoiselle de la Tour de Pil, noble et ancienne -famille de Vevai, ville du pays de Vaud</span></i>’ (sounds which we still -tremble to repeat); his description of her person, her angelic smile, -her mouth of the size of his own; his walking out one day while the -bells were chiming to vespers, and anticipating in a sort of waking -dream the life he afterwards led with her, in which months and years, -and life itself passed away in undisturbed felicity; the sudden disappointment -of his hopes; his transport thirty years after at seeing the -same flower which they had brought home together from one of their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>rambles near Chambery; his thoughts in that long interval of time; -his suppers with Grimm and Diderot after he came to Paris; the first -idea of his prize dissertation on the savage state; his account of -writing the <cite>New Eloise</cite>, and his attachment to Madame d’Houdetot; -his literary projects, his fame, his misfortunes, his unhappy temper; -his last solitary retirement in the lake and island of Bienne, with his -dog and his boat; his reveries and delicious musings there; all these -crowd into our minds with recollections which we do not chuse to -express. There are no passages in the <cite>New Eloise</cite> of equal force and -beauty with the best descriptions in the <cite>Confessions</cite>, if we except the -excursion on the water, Julia’s last letter to St. Preux, and his letter -to her, recalling the days of their first loves. We spent two whole -years in reading these two works; and (gentle reader, it was when we -were young) in shedding tears over them</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>——‘As fast as the Arabian trees</div> - <div class='line'>Their medicinal gums.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>They were the happiest years of our life. We may well say of them, -sweet is the dew of their memory, and pleasant the balm of their -recollection! There are, indeed, impressions which neither time nor -circumstances can efface.<a id='r57' /><a href='#f57' class='c012'><sup>[57]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>Rousseau, in all his writings, never once lost sight of himself. He -was the same individual from first to last. The spring that moved -his passions never went down, the pulse that agitated his heart never -ceased to beat. It was this strong feeling of interest, accumulating in -his mind, which overpowers and absorbs the feelings of his readers. -He owed all his power to sentiment. The writer who most nearly -resembles him in our own times is the author of the <cite>Lyrical Ballads</cite>. -We see no other difference between them, than that the one wrote in -prose and the other in poetry; and that prose is perhaps better adapted -to express those local and personal feelings, which are inveterate -habits in the mind, than poetry, which embodies its imaginary -creations. We conceive that Rousseau’s exclamation, ‘<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Ah, voila de -la pervenche</span></i>,’ comes more home to the mind than Mr. Wordsworth’s -discovery of the linnet’s nest ‘with five blue eggs,’ or than his address -to the cuckoo, beautiful as we think it is; and we will confidently -match the Citizen of Geneva’s adventures on the Lake of Bienne -against the Cumberland Poet’s floating dreams on the Lake of -Grasmere. Both create an interest out of nothing, or rather out of -their own feelings; both weave numberless recollections into one -sentiment; both wind their own being round whatever object occurs -to them. But Rousseau, as a prose-writer, gives only the habitual -and personal impression. Mr. Wordsworth, as a poet, is forced to -lend the colours of imagination to impressions which owe all their -force to their identity with themselves, and tries to paint what is only -to be felt. Rousseau, in a word, interests you in certain objects by -interesting you in himself: Mr. Wordsworth would persuade you that -the most insignificant objects are interesting in themselves, because -he is interested in them. If he had met with Rousseau’s favourite -periwinkle, he would have <em>translated</em> it into the most beautiful of -flowers. This is not imagination, but want of sense. If his jealousy -of the sympathy of others makes him avoid what is beautiful and grand -in nature, why does he undertake elaborately to describe other objects? -<em>His</em> nature is a mere Dulcinea del Toboso, and he would make a -Vashti of her. Rubens appears to have been as extravagantly attached -to his three wives, as Raphael was to his Fornarina; but their faces -were not so classical. The three greatest egotists that we know -<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>of, that is, the three writers who felt their own being most powerfully -and exclusively, are Rousseau, Wordsworth, and Benvenuto -Cellini. As Swift somewhere says, we defy the world to furnish out -a fourth.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 25.</span>]      ON DIFFERENT SORTS OF FAME      [<span class='sc'>April 21, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>There is a half serious, half ironical argument in Melmoth’s -<cite>Fitz-Osborn’s Letters</cite>, to shew the futility of posthumous fame, -which runs thus: ‘The object of any one who is inspired with this -passion is to be remembered by posterity with admiration and delight, -as having been possessed of certain powers and excellences which -distinguished him above his contemporaries. But posterity, it is said, -can know nothing of the individual but from the memory of these -qualities which he has left behind him. All that we know of Julius -Cæsar, for instance, is that he was the person who performed certain -actions, and wrote a book called his <cite>Commentaries</cite>. When, therefore, -we extol Julius Cæsar for his actions or his writings, what do we say -but that the person who performed certain things did perform them; -that the author of such a work was the person who wrote it; or, in -short, that Julius Cæsar was Julius Cæsar? Now this is a mere -truism, and the desire to be the subject of such an identical proposition -must, therefore, be an evident absurdity.’ The sophism is a -tolerably ingenious one, but it is a sophism, nevertheless. It would -go equally to prove the nullity, not only of posthumous fame, but of -living reputation; for the good or the bad opinion which my next-door -neighbour may entertain of me is nothing more than his conviction -that such and such a person having certain good or bad -qualities is possessed of them; nor is the figure, which a Lord-Mayor -elect, a prating demagogue, or popular preacher, makes in the eyes -of the admiring multitude—<em>himself</em>, but an image of him reflected in -the minds of others, in connection with certain feelings of respect and -wonder. In fact, whether the admiration we seek is to last for a day -or for eternity, whether we are to have it while living or after we are -dead, whether it is to be expressed by our contemporaries or by -future generations, the principle of it is the same—<em>sympathy with the -feelings of others</em>, and the necessary tendency which the idea or consciousness -of the approbation of others has to strengthen the suggestions -of our self-love.<a id='r58' /><a href='#f58' class='c012'><sup>[58]</sup></a> We are all inclined to think well of ourselves, of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>our sense and capacity in whatever we undertake; but from this very -desire to think well of ourselves, we are (as <em>Mrs. Peachum</em> says) -‘<em>bitter</em> bad judges’ of our own pretensions; and when our vanity -flatters us most, we ought in general to suspect it most. We are, -therefore, glad to get the good opinion of a friend, but that may be -partial; the good word of a stranger is likely to be more sincere, -but he may be a blockhead; the multitude will agree with us, if we -agree with them; accident, the caprice of fashion, the prejudice of -the moment, may give a fleeting reputation; our only certain appeal, -therefore, is to posterity; the voice of fame is alone the voice of -truth. In proportion, however, as this award is final and secure, it -is remote and uncertain. Voltaire said to some one, who had -addressed an Epistle to Posterity, ‘I am afraid, my friend, this letter -will never be delivered according to its direction.’ It can exist only -in imagination; and we can only presume upon our claim to it, as we -prefer the hope of lasting fame to every thing else. The love of fame -is almost another name for the love of excellence; or it is the ambition -to attain the highest excellence, sanctioned by the highest -authority, that of time. Vanity, and the love of fame, are quite -distinct from each other; for the one is voracious of the most obvious -and doubtful applause, whereas the other rejects or overlooks every -kind of applause but that which is purified from every mixture of -flattery, and identified with truth and nature itself. There is, therefore, -something disinterested in this passion, inasmuch as it is abstracted -and ideal, and only appeals to opinion as a standard of truth; it is -this which ‘makes ambition virtue.’ Milton had as fine an idea as -any one of true fame; and Dr. Johnson has very beautifully described -his patient and confident anticipations of the success of his great poem -in the account of <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>. He has, indeed, done the same -thing himself in <em>Lycidas</em>:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise</div> - <div class='line'>(That last infirmity of noble mind)</div> - <div class='line'>To scorn delights, and live laborious days;</div> - <div class='line'>But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find,</div> - <div class='line'>And think to burst out into sudden blaze,</div> - <div class='line'>Comes the blind Fury with th’ abhorred shears,</div> - <div class='line'>And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise,</div> - <div class='line'>Phœbus replied, and touch’d my trembling ears.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>None but those who have sterling pretensions can afford to refer -them to time; as persons who live upon their means cannot well go -into Chancery. No feeling can be more at variance with the true -love of fame than that impatience which we have sometimes witnessed -to ‘pluck its fruits, unripe and crude,’ before the time, to make a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>little echo of popularity mimic the voice of fame, and to convert a -prize-medal or a newspaper-puff into a passport to immortality.</p> - -<p class='c000'>When we hear any one complaining that he has not the same fame -as some poet or painter who lived two hundred years ago, he seems -to us to complain that he has not been dead these two hundred years. -When his fame has undergone the same ordeal, that is, has lasted as -long, it will be as good, if he really deserves it. We think it equally -absurd, when we sometimes find people objecting, that such an acquaintance -of theirs, who has not an idea in his head, should be so -much better off in the world than they are. But it is for this very -reason; they have preferred the indulgence of their ideas to the -pursuit of realities. It is but fair that he who has no ideas should -have something in their stead. If he who has devoted his time to -the study of beauty, to the pursuit of truth, whose object has been -to govern opinion, to form the taste of others, to instruct or to amuse -the public, succeeds in this respect, he has no more right to complain -that he has not a title or a fortune, than he who has not purchased -a ticket, that is, who has taken no means to the end, has a right to -complain that he has not a prize in the lottery.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In proportion as men can command the immediate and vulgar -applause of others, they become indifferent to that which is remote -and difficult of attainment. We take pains only when we are compelled -to do it. Little men are remarked to have courage; little -women to have wit; and it is seldom that a man of genius is a -coxcomb in his dress. Rich men are contented not to be thought -wise; and the Great often think themselves well off, if they can escape -being the jest of their acquaintance. Authors were actuated by the -desire of the applause of posterity, only so long as they were debarred -of that of their contemporaries, just as we see the map of the gold-mines -of Peru hanging in the room of Hogarth’s <cite>Distressed Poet</cite>. -In the midst of the ignorance and prejudices with which they were -surrounded, they had a sort of <em>forlorn hope</em> in the prospect of immortality. -The spirit of universal criticism has superseded the anticipation -of posthumous fame, and instead of waiting for the award of distant -ages, the poet or prose-writer receives his final doom from the next -number of the <cite>Edinburgh</cite> or <cite>Quarterly Review</cite>. According as the -nearness of the applause increases, our impatience increases with it. -A writer in a weekly journal engages with reluctance in a monthly -publication: and again, a contributor to a daily paper sets about his -task with greater spirit than either of them. It is like prompt -payment. The effort and the applause go together. We, indeed, -have known a man of genius and eloquence, to whom, from a habit -of excessive talking, the certainty of seeing what he wrote in print -<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>the next day was too remote a stimulus for his imagination, and who -constantly laid aside his pen in the middle of an article, if a friend -dropped in, to finish the subject more effectually aloud, so that the -approbation of his hearer, and the sound of his own voice might be -co-instantaneous. Members of Parliament seldom turn authors, except -to print their speeches when they have not been distinctly heard or -understood; and great orators are generally very indifferent writers, -from want of sufficient inducement to exert themselves, when the -immediate effect on others is not perceived, and the irritation of -applause or opposition ceases.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There have been in the last century two singular examples of -literary reputation, the one of an author without a name, and the -other of a name without an author. We mean the author of <cite>Junius’s -Letters</cite>, and the translator of the mottos to the <cite>Rambler</cite>, whose name -was Elphinstone. The <cite>Rambler</cite> was published in the year 1750, and -the name of Elphinstone prefixed to each paper is familiar to every -literary reader, since that time, though we know nothing more of him. -We saw this gentleman, since the commencement of the present -century, looking over a clipped hedge in the country, with a broad-flapped -hat, a venerable countenance, and his dress cut out with the -same formality as his ever-greens. His name had not only survived -half a century in conjunction with that of Johnson, but he had -survived with it, enjoying all the dignity of a classical reputation, and -the ease of a literary sinecure, on the strength of his mottos. The -author of <cite>Junius’s Letters</cite> is, on the contrary, as remarkable an -instance of a writer who has arrived at all the public honours of -literature, without being known by name to a single individual, and -who may be said to have realised all the pleasure of posthumous fame, -while living, without the smallest gratification of personal vanity. -An anonymous writer may feel an acute interest in what is said of -his productions, and a secret satisfaction in their success, because it is -not the effect of personal considerations, as the overhearing any one -speak well of us is more agreeable than a direct compliment. But -this very satisfaction will tempt him to communicate his secret. This -temptation, however, does not extend beyond the circle of his -acquaintance. With respect to the public, who know an author only -by his writings, it is of little consequence whether he has a real or -a fictitious name, or a signature, so that they have some clue by which -to associate the works with the author. In the case of <em>Junius</em>, therefore, -where other personal considerations of interest or connections -might immediately counteract and set aside this temptation, the -triumph over the mere vanity of authorship might not have cost him -so dear as we are at first inclined to imagine. Suppose it to have -<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>been the old Marquis of ——? It is quite out of the question that -he should keep his places and not keep his secret. If ever the King -should die, we think it not impossible that the secret may out. -Certainly the <em>accouchement</em> of any princess in Europe would not -excite an equal interest. ‘And you, then, Sir, are the author of -<em>Junius</em>!’ What a recognition for the public and the author! That -between Yorick and the Frenchman was a trifle to it.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have said that we think the desire to be known by name as -an author chiefly has a reference to those to whom we are known -personally, and is strongest with regard to those who know most of -our persons and least of our capacities. We wish to <em><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">subpœna</span></em> the -public to our characters. Those who, by great services or great -meannesses, have attained titles, always take them from the place with -which they have the earliest associations, and thus strive to throw a -veil of importance over the insignificance of their original pretensions, -or the injustice of fortune. When Lord Nelson was passing over the -quay at Yarmouth, to take possession of the ship to which he had -been appointed, the people exclaimed, ‘Why make that little fellow -a captain?’ He thought of this when he fought the battles of the -Nile and Trafalgar. The same sense of personal insignificance which -made him great in action made him a fool in love. If Bonaparte had -been six inches higher, he never would have gone on that disastrous -Russian expedition, nor ‘with that addition’ would he ever have been -Emperor and King. For our own parts, one object which we have in -writing these Essays, is to send them in a volume to a person who took -some notice of us when children, and who augured, perhaps, better of -us than we deserved. In fact, the opinion of those who know us -most, who are a kind of second self in our recollections, is a sort of -second conscience; and the approbation of one or two friends is all -the immortality <em>we</em> pretend to.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 26.</span>]      CHARACTER OF JOHN BULL      [<span class='sc'>May 19, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>In a late number of a respectable publication, there is the following -description of the French character:—</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Extremes meet. This is the only way of accounting for that -enigma, the French character. It has often been remarked, that this -ingenious nation exhibits more striking contradictions than any other -that ever existed. They are the gayest of the gay, and the gravest -of the grave. Their very faces pass at once from an expression of -the most lively animation, when they are in conversation or in action, -to a melancholy blank. They are the lightest and most volatile, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>at the same time the most plodding, mechanical, and laborious people -in Europe. They are one moment the slaves of the most contemptible -prejudices, and the next launch out into all the extravagance of the -most abstract speculations. In matters of taste they are as inexorable -as they are lax in questions of morality; they judge of the one by -rules, of the other by their inclinations. It seems at times as if -nothing could shock them, and yet they are offended at the merest -trifles. The smallest things make the greatest impression on them. -From the facility with which they can accommodate themselves to -circumstances, they have no fixed principles or real character. They -are always that which gives them least pain, or costs them least -trouble. They easily disentangle their thoughts from whatever causes -the slightest uneasiness, and direct their sensibility to flow in any -channels they think proper. Their whole existence is more theatrical -than real—their sentiments put on or off like the dress of an actor. -Words are with them equivalent to things. They say what is agreeable, -and believe what they say. Virtue and vice, good and evil, -liberty and slavery, are matters almost of indifference. Their natural -self-complacency stands them in stead of all other advantages.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The foregoing account is pretty near the truth; we have nothing -to say against it; but we shall here endeavour to do a like piece of -justice to our countrymen, who are too apt to mistake the vices of -others for so many virtues in themselves.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If a Frenchman is pleased with every thing, John Bull is pleased -with nothing, and that is a fault. He is, to be sure, fond of having -his own way, till you let him have it. He is a very headstrong -animal, who mistakes the spirit of contradiction for the love of independence, -and proves himself to be in the right by the obstinacy -with which he stickles for the wrong. You cannot put him so much -out of his way as by agreeing with him. He is never in such good-humour -as with what gives him the spleen, and is most satisfied when -he is sulky. If you find fault with him, he is in a rage; and if you -praise him, suspects you have a design upon him. He recommends -himself to another by affronting him, and if that will not do, knocks -him down to convince him of his sincerity. He gives himself such -airs as no mortal ever did, and wonders at the rest of the world for -not thinking him the most amiable person breathing. John means -well too, but he has an odd way of showing it, by a total disregard -of other people’s feelings and opinions. He is sincere, for he tells -you at the first word he does not like you; and never deceives, for -he never offers to serve you. A civil answer is too much to expect -from him. A word costs him more than a blow. He is silent -because he has nothing to say, and he looks stupid because he is so. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>He has the strangest notions of beauty. The expression he values -most in the human countenance is an appearance of roast beef and -plum-pudding; and if he has a red face and round belly, thinks himself -a great man. He is a little purse-proud, and has a better opinion -of himself for having made a full meal. But his greatest delight is -in a bugbear. This he must have, be the consequence what it may. -Whoever will give him that, may lead him by the nose, and pick his -pocket at the same time. An idiot in a country town, a Presbyterian -parson, a dog with a cannister tied to his tail, a bull-bait, or a fox-hunt, -are irresistible attractions to him. The Pope was formerly his great -aversion, and latterly, a cap of liberty is a thing he cannot abide. He -discarded the Pope, and defied the Inquisition, called the French a -nation of slaves and beggars, and abused their <em>Grand Monarque</em> for -a tyrant, cut off one king’s head, and exiled another, set up a Dutch -Stadtholder, and elected a Hanoverian Elector to be king over him, -to shew he would have his own way, and to teach the rest of the -world what they should do: but since other people took to imitating -his example, John has taken it into his head to hinder them, will -have a monopoly of rebellion and regicide to himself, has become -sworn brother to the Pope, and stands by the Inquisition, restores -his old enemies, the Bourbons, and reads <em>a great moral lesson</em> to their -subjects, persuades himself that the Dutch Stadtholder and the -Hanoverian Elector came to reign over him by divine right, and does -all he can to prove himself a beast to make other people slaves. The -truth is, John was always a surly, meddlesome, obstinate fellow, and -of late years his <em>head</em> has not been quite right! In short, John is a -great blockhead and a great bully, and requires (what he has been -long labouring for) a hundred years of slavery to bring him to his -senses. He will have it that he is a great patriot, for he hates all -other countries; that he is wise, for he thinks all other people fools; -that he is honest, for he calls all other people whores and rogues. If -being in an ill-humour all one’s life is the perfection of human nature, -then John is very near it. He beats his wife, quarrels with his -neighbours, damns his servants, and gets drunk to kill the time and -keep up his spirits, and firmly believes himself the only unexceptionable, -accomplished, moral, and religious character in Christendom. -He boasts of the excellence of the laws, and the goodness of his own -disposition; and yet there are more people hanged in England than -in all Europe besides: he boasts of the modesty of his countrywomen, -and yet there are more prostitutes in the streets of London -than in all the capitals of Europe put together. He piques himself -on his comforts, because he is the most uncomfortable of mortals; -and because he has no enjoyment in society, seeks it, as he says, at -<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>his fireside, where he may be stupid as a matter of course, sullen as -a matter of right, and as ridiculous as he chuses without being -laughed at. His liberty is the effect of his self-will; his religion -owing to the spleen; his temper to the climate. He is an industrious -animal, because he has no taste for amusement, and had rather work -six days in the week than be idle one. His awkward attempts at -gaiety are the jest of other nations. ‘They,’ (the English), says -Froissard, speaking of the meeting of the Black Prince and the -French King, ‘amused themselves sadly, according to the custom of -their country,’—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">se rejouissoient tristement, selon la coutume de leur -pays</span></i>. Their patience of labour is confined to what is repugnant -and disagreeable in itself, to the drudgery of the mechanic arts, -and does not extend to the fine arts; that is, they are indifferent -to pain, but insensible to pleasure. They will stand in a trench, or -march up to a breach, but they cannot bear to dwell long on an -agreeable object. They can no more submit to regularity in art than -to decency in behaviour. Their pictures are as coarse and slovenly -as their address. John boasts of his great men, without much right -to do so; not that he has not had them, but because he neither -knows nor cares anything about them but to swagger over other -nations. That which chiefly hits John’s fancy in Shakspeare is -that he was a deer-stealer in his youth; and, as for Newton’s discoveries, -he hardly knows to this day that the earth is round. John’s -oaths, which are quite characteristic, have got him the nickname -of <em>Monsieur God-damn-me</em>. They are profane, a Frenchman’s indecent. -One swears by his vices, the other by their punishment. -After all John’s blustering, he is but a dolt. His habitual jealousy -of others makes him the inevitable dupe of quacks and impostors of -all sorts; he goes all lengths with one party out of spite to another; -his zeal is as furious as his antipathies are unfounded; and there is -nothing half so absurd or ignorant of its own intentions as an English -mob.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Z.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 27.</span>]      ON GOOD-NATURE      [<span class='sc'>June 9, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Lord Shaftesbury somewhere remarks, that a great many people -pass for very good-natured persons, for no other reason than because -they care about nobody but themselves; and, consequently, as nothing -annoys them but what touches their own interest, they never irritate -themselves unnecessarily about what does not concern them, and -seem to be made of the very milk of human kindness.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Good-nature, or what is often considered as such, is the most -<span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>selfish of all the virtues: it is nine times out of ten mere indolence -of disposition. A good-natured man is, generally speaking, one who -does not like to be put out of his way; and as long as he can help -it, that is, till the provocation comes home to himself, he will not. -He does not create fictitious uneasiness out of the distresses of others; -he does not fret and fume, and make himself uncomfortable about -things he cannot mend, and that no way concern him, even if he -could: but then there is no one who is more apt to be disconcerted -by what puts him to any personal inconvenience, however trifling; -who is more tenacious of his selfish indulgences, however unreasonable; -or who resents more violently any interruption of his ease and -comforts, the very trouble he is put to in resenting it being felt as -an aggravation of the injury. A person of this character feels no -emotions of anger or detestation, if you tell him of the devastation -of a province, or the massacre of the inhabitants of a town, or the -enslaving of a people; but if his dinner is spoiled by a lump of soot -falling down the chimney, he is thrown into the utmost confusion, -and can hardly recover a decent command of his temper for the whole -day. He thinks nothing can go amiss, so long as he is at his ease, -though a pain in his little finger makes him so peevish and quarrelsome, -that nobody can come near him. Knavery and injustice in -the abstract are things that by no means ruffle his temper, or alter -the serenity of his countenance, unless he is to be the sufferer by -them; nor is he ever betrayed into a passion in answering a sophism, -if he does not think it immediately directed against his own interest.</p> - -<p class='c000'>On the contrary, we sometimes meet with persons who regularly -heat themselves in an argument, and get out of humour on every -occasion, and make themselves obnoxious to a whole company about -nothing. This is not because they are ill-tempered, but because they -are in earnest. Good-nature is a hypocrite: it tries to pass off its -love of its own ease and indifference to everything else for a particular -softness and mildness of disposition. All people get in a passion, and -lose their temper, if you offer to strike them, or cheat them of their -money, that is, if you interfere with that which they are really -interested in. Tread on the heel of one of these good-natured persons, -who do not care if the whole world is in flames, and see how he -will bear it. If the truth were known, the most disagreeable people -are the most amiable. They are the only persons who feel an interest -in what does not concern them. They have as much regard for -others as they have for themselves. They have as many vexations -and causes of complaint as there are in the world. They are general -righters of wrongs, and redressers of grievances. They not only are -annoyed by what they can help, by an act of inhumanity done in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>next street, or in a neighbouring country by their own countrymen, -they not only do not claim any share in the glory, and hate it the -more, the more brilliant the success,—but a piece of injustice done -three thousand years ago touches them to the quick. They have an -unfortunate attachment to a set of abstract phrases, such as <em>liberty</em>, -<em>truth</em>, <em>justice</em>, <em>humanity</em>, <em>honour</em>, which are continually abused by knaves, -and misunderstood by fools, and they can hardly contain themselves -for spleen. They have something to keep them in perpetual hot -water. No sooner is one question set at rest than another rises up -to perplex them. They wear themselves to the bone in the affairs -of other people, to whom they can do no manner of service, to the -neglect of their own business and pleasure. They tease themselves -to death about the morality of the Turks, or the politics of the French. -There are certain words that afflict their ears, and things that lacerate -their souls, and remain a plague-spot there forever after. They have -a fellow-feeling with all that has been done, said, or thought in the -world. They have an interest in all science and in all art. They -hate a lie as much as a wrong, for truth is the foundation of all justice. -Truth is the first thing in their thoughts, then mankind, then their -country, last themselves. They love excellence, and bow to fame, -which is the shadow of it. Above all, they are anxious to see justice -done to the dead, as the best encouragement to the living, and the -lasting inheritance of future generations. They do not like to see -a great principle undermined, or the fall of a great man. They would -sooner forgive a blow in the face than a wanton attack on acknowledged -reputation. The contempt in which the French hold Shakspeare -is a serious evil to them; nor do they think the matter mended, -when they hear an Englishman, who would be thought a profound -one, say that Voltaire was a man without wit. They are vexed to -see genius playing at Tom Fool, and honesty turned bawd. It gives -them a cutting sensation to see a number of things which, as they are -unpleasant to see, we shall not here repeat. In short, they have a -passion for truth; they feel the same attachment to the idea of what -is right, that a knave does to his interest, or that a good-natured man -does to his ease; and they have as many sources of uneasiness as -there are actual or supposed deviations from this standard in the sum -of things, or as there is a possibility of folly and mischief in the world.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Principle is a passion for truth; an incorrigible attachment to a -general proposition. Good-nature is humanity that costs nothing. -No good-natured man was ever a martyr to a cause, in religion or -politics. He has no idea of striving against the stream. He may -become a good courtier and a loyal subject; and it is hard if he does -not, for he has nothing to do in that case but to consult his ease, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>interest, and outward appearances. The Vicar of Bray was a good-natured -man. What a pity he was but a vicar! A good-natured -man is utterly unfit for any situation or office in life that requires -integrity, fortitude, or generosity,—any sacrifice, except of opinion, -or any exertion, but to please. A good-natured man will debauch -his friend’s mistress, if he has an opportunity; and betray his friend, -sooner than share disgrace or danger with him. He will not forego -the smallest gratification to save the whole world. He makes his -own convenience the standard of right and wrong. He avoids the -feeling of pain in himself, and shuts his eyes to the sufferings of others. -He will put a malefactor or an innocent person (no matter which) to -the rack, and only laugh at the uncouthness of the gestures, or wonder -that he is so unmannerly as to cry out. There is no villainy to which -he will not lend a helping hand with great coolness and cordiality, -for he sees only the pleasant and profitable side of things. He will -assent to a falsehood with a leer of complacency, and applaud any -atrocity that comes recommended in the garb of authority. He will -betray his country to please a Minister, and sign the death-warrant -of thousands of wretches, rather than forfeit the congenial smile, the -well-known squeeze of the hand. The shrieks of death, the torture -of mangled limbs, the last groans of despair, are things that shock his -smooth humanity too much ever to make an impression on it: his -good-nature sympathizes only with the smile, the bow, the gracious -salutation, the fawning answer: vice loses its sting, and corruption -its poison, in the oily gentleness of his disposition. He will not hear -of any thing wrong in Church or State. He will defend every abuse -by which any thing is to be got, every dirty job, every act of every -Minister. In an extreme case, a very good-natured man indeed may -try to hang twelve honester men than himself to rise at the Bar, and -forge the seal of the realm to continue his colleagues a week longer -in office. He is a slave to the will of others, a coward to their -prejudices, a tool of their vices. A good-natured man is no more -fit to be trusted in public affairs, than a coward or a woman is to lead -an army. Spleen is the soul of patriotism and of public good. Lord -Castlereagh is a good-natured man, Lord Eldon is a good-natured -man, Charles Fox was a good-natured man. The last instance is -the most decisive. The definition of a true patriot is <em>a good hater</em>.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A king, who is a good-natured man, is in a fair way of being a great -tyrant. A king ought to feel concern for all to whom his power -extends; but a good-natured man cares only about himself. If he -has a good appetite, eats and sleeps well, nothing in the universe -besides can disturb him. The destruction of the lives or liberties -of his subjects will not stop him in the least of his caprices, but will -<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>concoct well with his bile, and ‘good digestion wait on appetite, and -health on both.’ He will send out his mandate to kill and destroy -with the same indifference or satisfaction that he performs any natural -function of his body. The consequences are placed beyond the reach -of his imagination, or would not affect him if they were not, for he -is a fool, and good-natured. A good-natured man hates more than -any one else whatever thwarts his will, or contradicts his prejudices; -and if he has the power to prevent it, depend upon it, he will use it -without remorse and without control.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is a lower species of this character which is what is usually -understood by a <em>well-meaning man</em>. A well-meaning man is one who -often does a great deal of mischief without any kind of malice. He -means no one any harm, if it is not for his interest. He is not a -knave, nor perfectly honest. He does not easily resign a good place. -Mr. Vansittart is a well-meaning man.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Irish are a good-natured people; they have many virtues, -but their virtues are those of the heart, not of the head. In their -passions and affections they are sincere, but they are hypocrites in -understanding. If they once begin to calculate the consequences, -self-interest prevails. An Irishman who trusts to his principles, and -a Scotchman who yields to his impulses, are equally dangerous. The -Irish have wit, genius, eloquence, imagination, affections: but they -want coherence of understanding, and consequently have no standard -of thought or action. Their strength of mind does not keep pace -with the warmth of their feelings, or the quickness of their conceptions. -Their animal spirits run away with them: their reason is a -jade. There is something crude, indigested, rash, and discordant, in -almost all that they do or say. They have no system, no abstract -ideas. They are ‘everything by starts, and nothing long.’ They -are a wild people. They hate whatever imposes a law on their -understandings, or a yoke on their wills. To betray the principles -they are most bound by their own professions and the expectations -of others to maintain, is with them a reclamation of their original -rights, and to fly in the face of their benefactors and friends, an -assertion of their natural freedom of will. They want consistency -and good faith. They unite fierceness with levity. In the midst -of their headlong impulses, they have an under-current of selfishness -and cunning, which in the end gets the better of them. Their -feelings, when no longer excited by novelty or opposition, grow cold -and stagnant. Their blood, if not heated by passion, turns to poison. -They have a rancour in their hatred of any object they have abandoned, -proportioned to the attachment they have professed to it. Their zeal, -converted against itself, is furious. The late Mr. Burke was an -<span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>instance of an Irish patriot and philosopher. He abused metaphysics, -because he could make nothing out of them, and turned his back upon -liberty, when he found he could get nothing more by her.<a id='r59' /><a href='#f59' class='c012'><sup>[59]</sup></a>—See to -the same purpose the winding up of the character of <em>Judy</em> in Miss -Edgeworth’s <cite>Castle Rackrent</cite>.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>T. T.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 28.</span>]      ON THE CHARACTER OF MILTON’S EVE      [<span class='sc'>July 21, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The difference between the character of <em>Eve</em> in Milton and Shakspeare’s -female characters is very striking, and it appears to us to be -this: Milton describes <em>Eve</em> not only as full of love and tenderness -for <em>Adam</em>, but as the constant object of admiration in herself. She -is the idol of the poet’s imagination, and he paints her whole person -with a studied profusion of charms. She is the wife, but she is still -as much as ever the mistress, of <em>Adam</em>. She is represented, indeed, -as devoted to her husband, as twining round him for support ‘as the -vine curls her tendrils,’ but her own grace and beauty are never lost -sight of in the picture of conjugal felicity. <em>Adam’s</em> attention and -regard are as much turned to her as hers to him; for ‘in that first -garden of their innocence,’ he had no other objects or pursuits to -distract his attention; she was both his business and his pleasure. -Shakspeare’s females, on the contrary, seem to exist only in their -attachment to others. They are pure abstractions of the affections. -Their features are not painted, nor the colour of their hair. Their -hearts only are laid open. We are acquainted with <em>Imogen</em>, <em>Miranda</em>, -<em>Ophelia</em>, or <em>Desdemona</em>, by what they thought and felt, but we -cannot tell whether they were black, brown, or fair. But Milton’s -<cite>Eve</cite> is all of ivory and gold. Shakspeare seldom tantalises the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>reader with a luxurious display of the personal charms of his heroines, -with a curious inventory of particular beauties, except indirectly, and -for some other purpose, as where <em>Jachimo</em> describes <em>Imogen</em> asleep, -or the old men in the <cite>Winter’s Tale</cite> vie with each other in invidious -praise of <em>Perdita</em>. Even in <em>Juliet</em>, the most voluptuous and glowing -of the class of characters here spoken of, we are reminded chiefly -of circumstances connected with the physiognomy of passion, as in -her leaning with her cheek upon her arm, or which only convey the -general impression of enthusiasm made on her lover’s brain. One -thing may be said, that Shakspeare had not the same opportunities -as Milton: for his women were clothed, and it cannot be denied that -Milton took <em>Eve</em> at a considerable disadvantage in this respect. He -has accordingly described her in all the loveliness of nature, tempting -to sight as the fruit of the Hesperides guarded by that Dragon old, -herself the fairest among the flowers of Paradise!</p> - -<p class='c000'>The figures both of <em>Adam</em> and <em>Eve</em> are very prominent in this -poem. As there is little action in it, the interest is constantly kept -up by the beauty and grandeur of the images. They are thus introduced:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,</div> - <div class='line'>Godlike erect, with native honour clad,</div> - <div class='line'>In naked majesty seemed lords of all,</div> - <div class='line'>And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine</div> - <div class='line'>The image of their glorious Maker shone:</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in26'>——Though both</div> - <div class='line'>Not equal, as their sex not equal seem’d;</div> - <div class='line'>For contemplation he and valour form’d,</div> - <div class='line'>For softness she and sweet attractive grace;</div> - <div class='line'>He for God only, she for God in him.</div> - <div class='line'>His fair large front and eye sublime declar’d</div> - <div class='line'>Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks</div> - <div class='line'>Round from his parted forelock manly hung</div> - <div class='line'>Clust’ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad;</div> - <div class='line'>She as a veil down to the slender waist</div> - <div class='line'>Her unadorned golden tresses wore</div> - <div class='line'>Dishevell’d, but in wanton ringlets wav’d</div> - <div class='line'>As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied</div> - <div class='line'>Subjection, but required with gentle sway,</div> - <div class='line'>And by her yielded, by him best receiv’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,</div> - <div class='line'>And sweet reluctant amorous delay.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><em>Eve</em> is not only represented as beautiful, but with conscious beauty. -Shakspeare’s heroines are almost insensible of their charms, and -wound without knowing it. They are not coquets. If the salvation -<span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>of mankind had depended upon one of them, we don’t know—but the -Devil might have been baulked. This is but a conjecture! <em>Eve</em> has -a great idea of herself, and there is some difficulty in prevailing on her -to quit her own image, the first time she discovers its reflection in -the water. She gives the following account of herself to <em>Adam</em>:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘That day I oft remember, when from sleep</div> - <div class='line'>I first awak’d, and found myself repos’d</div> - <div class='line'>Under a shade on flow’rs, much wond’ring where</div> - <div class='line'>And what I was, whence thither brought and how.</div> - <div class='line'>Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound</div> - <div class='line'>Of waters issued from a cave, and spread</div> - <div class='line'>Into a liquid plain, then stood unmov’d</div> - <div class='line'>Pure as the expanse of Heav’n; I thither went</div> - <div class='line'>With unexperienc’d thought, and laid me down</div> - <div class='line'>On the green bank, to look into the clear</div> - <div class='line'>Smooth lake, that to me seem’d another sky.</div> - <div class='line'>As I bent down to look, just opposite</div> - <div class='line'>A shape within the watery gleam appear’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Bending to look on me; I started back,</div> - <div class='line'>It started back; but pleas’d I soon return’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Pleas’d it return’d as soon with answ’ring looks</div> - <div class='line'>Of sympathy and love.’...</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The poet afterwards adds:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘So spake our general mother, and with eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Of conjugal attraction unreprov’d,</div> - <div class='line'>And meek surrender, half-embracing lean’d</div> - <div class='line'>On our first father; half her swelling breast</div> - <div class='line'>Naked met his under the flowing gold</div> - <div class='line'>Of her loose tresses hid: he in delight</div> - <div class='line'>Both of her beauty and submissive charms;</div> - <div class='line'>Smil’d with superior love, as Jupiter</div> - <div class='line'>On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds</div> - <div class='line'>That shed May flowers.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The same thought is repeated with greater simplicity, and perhaps -even beauty, in the beginning of the Fifth Book:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'>——‘So much the more</div> - <div class='line'>His wonder was to find unawaken’d Eve</div> - <div class='line'>With tresses discompos’d and glowing cheek,</div> - <div class='line'>As through unquiet rest: he on his side</div> - <div class='line'>Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial love</div> - <div class='line'>Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld</div> - <div class='line'>Beauty, which whether waking or asleep</div> - <div class='line'>Shot forth peculiar graces; then, with voice</div> - <div class='line'>Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>Her hand soft touching, whisper’d thus. Awake</div> - <div class='line'>My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found,</div> - <div class='line'>Heav’n’s last best gift, my ever new delight,</div> - <div class='line'>Awake’....</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The general style, indeed, in which <em>Eve</em> is addressed by <em>Adam</em>, -or described by the poet, is in the highest strain of compliment:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘When Adam thus to Eve. Fair consort, the hour</div> - <div class='line'>Of night approaches.’...</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn’d.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘To whom our general ancestor replied,</div> - <div class='line'>Daughter of God and Man, accomplish’d Eve.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><em>Eve</em> is herself so well convinced that these epithets are her due, that -the idea follows her in her sleep, and she dreams of herself as the -paragon of nature, the wonder of the universe:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'>——‘Methought</div> - <div class='line'>Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk,</div> - <div class='line'>With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said,</div> - <div class='line'>Why sleep’st thou, Eve? Now is the pleasant time,</div> - <div class='line'>The cool, the silent, save where silence yields</div> - <div class='line'>To the night-warbling bird, that now awake</div> - <div class='line'>Tunes sweetest his love-labour’d song; now reigns</div> - <div class='line'>Full-orb’d the moon, and with more pleasing light</div> - <div class='line'>Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain,</div> - <div class='line'>If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Whom to behold but thee, Nature’s desire?</div> - <div class='line'>In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment</div> - <div class='line'>Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is the very topic, too, on which the Serpent afterwards -enlarges with so much artful insinuation and fatal confidence of -success. ‘So talked the spirited sly snake.’ The conclusion of the -foregoing scene, in which <em>Eve</em> relates her dream and <em>Adam</em> comforts -her, is such an exquisite piece of description, that, though not to our -immediate purpose, we cannot refrain from quoting it:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘So cheer’d he his fair spouse, and she was cheer’d;</div> - <div class='line'>But silently a gentle tear let fall</div> - <div class='line'>From either eye, and wip’d them with her hair;</div> - <div class='line'>Two other precious drops that ready stood,</div> - <div class='line'>Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell</div> - <div class='line'>Kiss’d, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse</div> - <div class='line'>And pious awe, that fear’d to have offended.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>The formal eulogy on <em>Eve</em> which <em>Adam</em> addresses to the Angel, -in giving an account of his own creation and hers, is full of elaborate -grace:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Under his forming hands a creature grew,</div> - <div class='line'>.    .    .    .    .    so lovely fair,</div> - <div class='line'>That what seem’d fair in all the world, seem’d now</div> - <div class='line'>Mean, or in her summ’d up, in her contained</div> - <div class='line'>And in her looks, which from that time infus’d</div> - <div class='line'>Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,</div> - <div class='line'>And into all things from her air inspir’d</div> - <div class='line'>The spirit of love and amorous delight.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>That which distinguishes Milton from the other poets, who have -pampered the eye and fed the imagination with exuberant descriptions -of female beauty, is the moral severity with which he has tempered -them. There is not a line in his works which tends to licentiousness, -or the impression of which, if it has such a tendency, is not -effectually checked by thought and sentiment. The following are -two remarkable instances:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>——‘In shadier bower</div> - <div class='line'>More secret and sequester’d, though but feign’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor Nymph,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor Faunus haunted. Here in close recess,</div> - <div class='line'>With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs,</div> - <div class='line'>Espoused Eve deck’d first her nuptial bed,</div> - <div class='line'>And heavenly quires the hymenœan sung,</div> - <div class='line'>What day the genial Angel to our sire</div> - <div class='line'>Brought her in naked beauty more adorn’d,</div> - <div class='line'>More lovely than Pandora, whom the Gods</div> - <div class='line'>Endow’d with all their gifts, and O too like</div> - <div class='line'>In sad event, when to th’ unwiser son</div> - <div class='line'>Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnar’d</div> - <div class='line'>Mankind by her fair looks, to be aveng’d</div> - <div class='line'>On him who had stole Jove’s authentic fire.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The other is a passage of extreme beauty and pathos blended. It -is the one in which the Angel is described as the guest of our first -ancestors:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>——‘Meanwhile at table Eve</div> - <div class='line'>Minister’d naked, and their flowing cups</div> - <div class='line'>With pleasant liquors crown’d: O innocence</div> - <div class='line'>Deserving Paradise! if ever, then,</div> - <div class='line'>Then had the sons of God excuse to have been</div> - <div class='line'>Enamour’d at that sight; but in those hearts</div> - <div class='line'>Love unlibidinous reigned, nor jealousy</div> - <div class='line'>Was understood, the injur’d lover’s Hell.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>The character which a living poet has given of Spenser, would be -much more true of Milton:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘Yet not more sweet</div> - <div class='line'>Than pure was he, and not more pure than wise;</div> - <div class='line'>High Priest of all the Muses’ mysteries.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Spenser, on the contrary, is very apt to pry into mysteries which -do not belong to the Muses. Milton’s voluptuousness is not lascivious -or sensual. He describes beautiful objects for their own sakes. -Spenser has an eye to the consequences, and steeps everything in -pleasure, often not of the purest kind. The want of passion has been -brought as an objection against Milton, and his <cite>Adam</cite> and <em>Eve</em> have -been considered as rather insipid personages, wrapped up in one -another, and who excite but little sympathy in any one else. We do -not feel this objection ourselves: we are content to be spectators in -such scenes, without any other excitement. In general, the interest in -Milton is essentially epic, and not dramatic; and the difference -between the epic and the dramatic is this, that in the former the -imagination produces the passion, and in the latter the passion produces -the imagination. The interest of epic poetry arises from the -contemplation of certain objects in themselves grand and beautiful: the -interest of dramatic poetry from sympathy with the passions and -pursuits of others; that is, from the practical relations of certain -persons to certain objects, as depending on accident or will.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Pyramids of Egypt are epic objects; the imagination of them -is necessarily attended with passion; but they have no dramatic -interest, till circumstances connect them with some human catastrophe. -Now, a poem might be constructed almost entirely of such images, of -the highest intellectual passion, with little dramatic interest; and it -is in this way that Milton has in a great measure constructed his -poem. That is not its fault, but its excellence. The fault is in -those who have no idea but of one kind of interest. But this question -would lead to a longer discussion than we have room for at present. -We shall conclude these extracts from Milton with two passages, -which have always appeared to us to be highly affecting, and to -contain a fine discrimination of character:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death!</div> - <div class='line'>Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave</div> - <div class='line'>Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades,</div> - <div class='line'>Fit haunt of Gods? Where I had hope to spend,</div> - <div class='line'>Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day</div> - <div class='line'>That must be mortal to us both? O flowers,</div> - <div class='line'>That never will in other climate grow,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>My early visitation and my last</div> - <div class='line'>At even, which I bred up with tender hand</div> - <div class='line'>From the first opening bud, and gave ye names,</div> - <div class='line'>Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank</div> - <div class='line'>Your tribes, and water from th’ ambrosial fount?</div> - <div class='line'>Thee, lastly, nuptial bow’r, by me adorn’d</div> - <div class='line'>With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee</div> - <div class='line'>How shall I part, and whither wander down</div> - <div class='line'>Into a lower world, to this obscure</div> - <div class='line'>And wild? how shall we breathe in other air</div> - <div class='line'>Less pure, accustom’d to immortal fruits?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is the lamentation of <em>Eve</em> on being driven out of Paradise. -Adam’s reflections are in a different strain, and still finer. After -expressing his submission to the will of his Maker, he says:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘This most afflicts me, that departing hence</div> - <div class='line'>As from his face I shall be hid, depriv’d</div> - <div class='line'>His blessed countenance; here I could frequent</div> - <div class='line'>With worship place by place where he vouchsaf’d</div> - <div class='line'>Presence divine, and to my sons relate,</div> - <div class='line'>On this mount he appeared, under this tree</div> - <div class='line'>Stood visible, among these pines his voice</div> - <div class='line'>I heard, here with him at this fountain talk’d:</div> - <div class='line'>So many grateful altars I would rear</div> - <div class='line'>Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone</div> - <div class='line'>Of lustre from the brook, in memory</div> - <div class='line'>Or monument to ages, and thereon</div> - <div class='line'>Offer sweet-smelling gums and fruits and flow’rs:</div> - <div class='line'>In yonder nether world where shall I seek</div> - <div class='line'>His bright appearances or footstep trace?</div> - <div class='line'>For though I fled him angry, yet recall’d</div> - <div class='line'>To life prolong’d and promis’d race, I now</div> - <div class='line'>Gladly behold though but his utmost skirts</div> - <div class='line'>Of glory, and far off his steps adore.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 29.</span>]      OBSERVATIONS ON MR. WORDSWORTH’S POEM THE EXCURSION      [<span class='sc'>Aug. 21, 28, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The poem of The <cite>Excursion</cite> resembles that part of the country in -which the scene is laid. It has the same vastness and magnificence, -with the same nakedness and confusion. It has the same overwhelming, -oppressive power. It excites or recalls the same sensations -which those who have traversed that wonderful scenery must have -felt. We are surrounded with the constant sense and superstitious -<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>awe of the collective power of matter, of the gigantic and eternal -forms of nature, on which, from the beginning of time, the hand of -man has made no impression. Here are no dotted lines, no hedge-row -beauties, no box-tree borders, no gravel walks, no square mechanic -inclosures; all is left loose and irregular in the rude chaos of aboriginal -nature. The boundaries of hill and valley are the poet’s only geography, -where we wander with him incessantly over deep beds of -moss and waving fern, amidst the troops of red-deer and wild animals. -Such is the severe simplicity of Mr. Wordsworth’s taste, that we -doubt whether he would not reject a druidical temple, or time-hallowed -ruin as too modern and artificial for his purpose. He only familiarises -himself or his readers with a stone, covered with lichens, which has -slept in the same spot of ground from the creation of the world, or -with the rocky fissure between two mountains caused by thunder, or -with a cavern scooped out by the sea. His mind is, as it were, -coëval with the primary forms of things; his imagination holds -immediately from nature, and ‘owes no allegiance’ but ‘to the -elements.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The <cite>Excursion</cite> may be considered as a philosophical pastoral poem,—as -a scholastic romance. It is less a poem on the country, than on -the love of the country. It is not so much a description of natural -objects, as of the feelings associated with them; not an account of -the manners of rural life, but the result of the poet’s reflections on it. -He does not present the reader with a lively succession of images or -incidents, but paints the outgoings of his own heart, the shapings of -his own fancy. He may be said to create his own materials; his -thoughts are his real subject. His understanding broods over that -which is ‘without form and void,’ and ‘makes it pregnant.’ He -sees all things in himself. He hardly ever avails himself of remarkable -objects or situations, but, in general, rejects them as interfering -with the workings of his own mind, as disturbing the smooth, deep, -majestic current of his own feelings. Thus his descriptions of natural -scenery are not brought home distinctly to the naked eye by forms -and circumstances, but every object is seen through the medium of -innumerable recollections, is clothed with the haze of imagination -like a glittering vapour, is obscured with the excess of glory, has the -shadowy brightness of a waking dream. The image is lost in the -sentiment, as sound in the multiplication of echoes.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And visions, as prophetic eyes avow,</div> - <div class='line'>Hang on each leaf, and cling to every bough.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In describing human nature, Mr. Wordsworth equally shuns the -common ‘vantage-grounds of popular story, of striking incident, or -<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>fatal catastrophe, as cheap and vulgar modes of producing an effect. -He scans the human race as the naturalist measures the earth’s zone, -without attending to the picturesque points of view, the abrupt inequalities -of surface. He contemplates the passions and habits of -men, not in their extremes, but in their first elements; their follies -and vices, not at their height, with all their embossed evils upon their -heads, but as lurking in embryo,—the seeds of the disorder inwoven -with our very constitution. He only sympathises with those simple -forms of feeling, which mingle at once with his own identity, or with -the stream of general humanity. To him the great and the small -are the same; the near and the remote; what appears, and what -only is. The general and the permanent, like the Platonic ideas, are -his only realities. All accidental varieties and individual contrasts -are lost in an endless continuity of feeling, like drops of water in the -ocean-stream! An intense intellectual egotism swallows up every -thing. Even the dialogues introduced in the present volume are -soliloquies of the same character, taking different views of the subject. -The recluse, the pastor, and the pedlar, are three persons in one poet. -We ourselves disapprove of these ‘interlocutions between Lucius and -Caius’ as impertinent babbling, where there is no dramatic distinction -of character. But the evident scope and tendency of Mr. Wordsworth’s -mind is the reverse of dramatic. It resists all change of -character, all variety of scenery, all the bustle, machinery, and pantomime -of the stage, or of real life,—whatever might relieve, or relax, -or change the direction of its own activity, jealous of all competition. -The power of his mind preys upon itself. It is as if there were -nothing but himself and the universe. He lives in the busy solitude -of his own heart; in the deep silence of thought. His imagination -lends life and feeling only to ‘the bare trees and mountains bare’; -peoples the viewless tracts of air, and converses with the silent clouds!</p> - -<p class='c000'>We could have wished that our author had given to his work the -form of a didactic poem altogether, with only occasional digressions -or allusions to particular instances. But he has chosen to encumber -himself with a load of narrative and description, which sometimes -hinders the progress and effect of the general reasoning, and which, -instead of being inwoven with the text, would have come in better -in plain prose as notes at the end of the volume. Mr. Wordsworth, -indeed, says finely, and perhaps as truly as finely:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Exchange the shepherd’s frock of native grey</div> - <div class='line'>For robes with regal purple tinged; convert</div> - <div class='line'>The crook into a sceptre; give the pomp</div> - <div class='line'>Of circumstance; and here the tragic Muse</div> - <div class='line'>Shall find apt subjects for her highest art.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>Amid the groves, beneath the shadowy hills,</div> - <div class='line'>The generations are prepared; the pangs,</div> - <div class='line'>The internal pangs, are ready; the dread strife</div> - <div class='line'>Of poor humanity’s afflicted will</div> - <div class='line'>Struggling in vain with ruthless destiny.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>But he immediately declines availing himself of these resources of -the rustic moralist: for the priest, who officiates as ‘the sad historian -of the pensive plain’ says in reply:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Our system is not fashioned to preclude</div> - <div class='line'>That sympathy which you for others ask:</div> - <div class='line'>And I could tell, not travelling for my theme</div> - <div class='line'>Beyond the limits of these humble graves,</div> - <div class='line'>Of strange disasters; but I pass them by,</div> - <div class='line'>Loth to disturb what Heaven hath hushed to peace.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is, in fact, in Mr. Wordsworth’s mind an evident repugnance -to admit anything that tells for itself, without the interpretation -of the poet,—a fastidious antipathy to immediate effect,—a systematic -unwillingness to share the palm with his subject. Where, however, -he has a subject presented to him, ‘such as the meeting soul may -pierce,’ and to which he does not grudge to lend the aid of his fine -genius, his powers of description and fancy seem to be little inferior -to those of his classical predecessor, Akenside. Among several -others which we might select we give the following passage, describing -the religion of ancient Greece:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretch’d</div> - <div class='line'>On the soft grass through half a summer’s day,</div> - <div class='line'>With music lulled his indolent repose:</div> - <div class='line'>And in some fit of weariness, if he,</div> - <div class='line'>When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear</div> - <div class='line'>A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds</div> - <div class='line'>Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetch’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Even from the blazing chariot of the sun,</div> - <div class='line'>A beardless youth, who touched a golden lute,</div> - <div class='line'>And filled the illumined groves with ravishment.</div> - <div class='line'>The nightly hunter, lifting up his eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart</div> - <div class='line'>Called on the lovely wanderer, who bestowed</div> - <div class='line'>That timely light, to share his joyous sport:</div> - <div class='line'>And hence, a beaming Goddess with her Nymphs</div> - <div class='line'>Across the lawn and through the darksome grove,</div> - <div class='line'>(Nor unaccompanied with tuneful notes</div> - <div class='line'>By echo multiplied from rock or cave),</div> - <div class='line'>Swept in the storm of chase, as moon and stars</div> - <div class='line'>Glance rapidly along the clouded heavens,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>When winds are blowing strong. The traveller slaked</div> - <div class='line'>His thirst from rill, or gushing fount, and thanked</div> - <div class='line'>The Naiad. Sun beams, upon distant hills</div> - <div class='line'>Gliding apace, with shadows in their train,</div> - <div class='line'>Might, with small help from fancy, be transformed</div> - <div class='line'>Into fleet Oreads, sporting visibly.</div> - <div class='line'>The zephyrs fanning as they passed their wings</div> - <div class='line'>Lacked not for love fair objects, whom they wooed</div> - <div class='line'>With gentle whisper. Withered boughs grotesque,</div> - <div class='line'>Stripped of their leaves and twigs by hoary age,</div> - <div class='line'>From depth of shaggy covert peeping forth</div> - <div class='line'>In the low vale, or on steep mountain side:</div> - <div class='line'>And sometimes intermixed with stirring horns</div> - <div class='line'>Of the live deer, or goat’s depending beard;</div> - <div class='line'>These were the lurking satyrs, a wild brood</div> - <div class='line'>Of gamesome Deities! or Pan himself,</div> - <div class='line'>The simple shepherd’s awe-inspiring God.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The foregoing is one of a succession of splendid passages equally -enriched with philosophy and poetry, tracing the fictions of Eastern -mythology to the immediate intercourse of the imagination with -Nature, and to the habitual propensity of the human mind to endow -the outward forms of being with life and conscious motion. With -this expansive and animating principle, Mr. Wordsworth has forcibly, -but somewhat severely, contrasted the cold, narrow, lifeless spirit of -modern philosophy:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘How, shall our great discoverers obtain</div> - <div class='line'>From sense and reason less than these obtained,</div> - <div class='line'>Though far misled? Shall men for whom our age</div> - <div class='line'>Unbaffled powers of vision hath prepared,</div> - <div class='line'>To explore the world without and world within,</div> - <div class='line'>Be joyless as the blind? Ambitious souls—</div> - <div class='line'>Whom earth at this late season hath produced</div> - <div class='line'>To regulate the moving spheres, and weigh</div> - <div class='line'>The planets in the hollow of their hand;</div> - <div class='line'>And they who rather dive than soar, whose pains</div> - <div class='line'>Have solved the elements, or analysed</div> - <div class='line'>The thinking principle—shall they in fact</div> - <div class='line'>Prove a degraded race? And what avails</div> - <div class='line'>Renown, if their presumption make them such?</div> - <div class='line'>Inquire of ancient wisdom; go, demand</div> - <div class='line'>Of mighty nature, if ’twas ever meant</div> - <div class='line'>That we should pry far off, yet be unraised;</div> - <div class='line'>That we should pore, and dwindle as we pore,</div> - <div class='line'>Viewing all objects unremittingly</div> - <div class='line'>In disconnection dead and spiritless;</div> - <div class='line'>And still dividing and dividing still</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>Break down all grandeur, still unsatisfied</div> - <div class='line'>With the perverse attempt, while littleness</div> - <div class='line'>May yet become more little; waging thus</div> - <div class='line'>An impious warfare with the very life</div> - <div class='line'>Of our own souls! And if indeed there be</div> - <div class='line'>An all-pervading spirit, upon whom</div> - <div class='line'>Our dark foundations rest, could he design,</div> - <div class='line'>That this magnificent effect of power,</div> - <div class='line'>The earth we tread, the sky which we behold</div> - <div class='line'>By day, and all the pomp which night reveals,</div> - <div class='line'>That these—and that superior mystery,</div> - <div class='line'>Our vital frame, so fearfully devised,</div> - <div class='line'>And the dread soul within it—should exist</div> - <div class='line'>Only to be examined, pondered, searched,</div> - <div class='line'>Probed, vexed, and criticised—to be prized</div> - <div class='line'>No more than as a mirror that reflects</div> - <div class='line'>To proud Self-love her own intelligence?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>From the chemists and metaphysicians our author turns to the -laughing sage of France, Voltaire. ‘Poor gentleman, it fares no -better with him, for he’s a wit.’ We cannot, however, agree with -Mr. Wordsworth that <cite>Candide</cite> is <em>dull</em>. It is, if our author pleases, -‘the production of a scoffer’s pen,’ or it is any thing but dull. It -may not be proper in a grave, discreet, orthodox, promising young -divine, who studies his opinions in the contraction or distension of his -patron’s brow, to allow any merit to a work like <cite>Candide</cite>; but we -conceive that it would have been more manly in Mr. Wordsworth, -nor do we think it would have hurt the cause he espouses, if he had -blotted out the epithet, after it had peevishly escaped him. Whatsoever -savours of a little, narrow, inquisitorial spirit, does not sit well -on a poet and a man of genius. The prejudices of a philosopher are -not natural. There is a frankness and sincerity of opinion, which is -a paramount obligation in all questions of intellect, though it may not -govern the decisions of the spiritual courts, who may, however, be -safely left to take care of their own interests. There is a plain -directness and simplicity of understanding, which is the only security -against the evils of levity, on the one hand, or of hypocrisy on the -other. A speculative bigot is a solecism in the intellectual world. -We can assure Mr. Wordsworth, that we should not have bestowed -so much serious consideration on a single voluntary perversion of -language, but that our respect for his character makes us jealous of -his smallest faults!</p> - -<p class='c000'>With regard to his general philippic against the contractedness -and egotism of philosophical pursuits, we only object to its not being -carried further. We shall not affirm with Rousseau (his authority -<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>would perhaps have little weight with Mr. Wordsworth)—‘<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Tout -homme reflechi est mechant</span></i>‘; but we conceive that the same reasoning -which Mr. Wordsworth applies so eloquently and justly to the -natural philosopher and metaphysician may be extended to the -moralist, the divine, the politician, the orator, the artist, and even -the poet. And why so? Because wherever an intense activity is -given to any one faculty, it necessarily prevents the due and natural -exercise of others. Hence all those professions or pursuits, where -the mind is exclusively occupied with the ideas of things as they -exist in the imagination or understanding, as they call for the exercise -of intellectual activity, and not as they are connected with -practical good or evil, must check the genial expansion of the moral -sentiments and social affections; must lead to a cold and dry abstraction, -as they are found to suspend the animal functions, and relax the -bodily frame. Hence the complaint of the want of natural sensibility -and constitutional warmth of attachment in those persons who have -been devoted to the pursuit of any art or science,—of their restless -morbidity of temperament, and indifference to every thing that does not -furnish an occasion for the display of their mental superiority and the -gratification of their vanity. The philosophical poet himself, perhaps, -owes some of his love of nature to the opportunity it affords him of -analyzing his own feelings, and contemplating his own powers,—of -making every object about him a whole length mirror to reflect his -favourite thoughts, and of looking down on the frailties of others in -undisturbed leisure, and from a more dignified height.</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most interesting parts of this work is that in which the -author treats of the French Revolution, and of the feelings connected -with it, in ingenuous minds, in its commencement and its progress. -The <em>solitary</em>,<a id='r60' /><a href='#f60' class='c012'><sup>[60]</sup></a> who, by domestic calamities and disappointments, had -been cut off from society, and almost from himself, gives the -following account of the manner in which he was roused from his -melancholy:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘From that abstraction I was roused—and how?</div> - <div class='line'>Even as a thoughtful shepherd by a flash</div> - <div class='line'>Of lightning, startled in a gloomy cave</div> - <div class='line'>Of these wild hills. For, lo! the dread Bastile,</div> - <div class='line'>With all the chambers in its horrid towers,</div> - <div class='line'>Fell to the ground: by violence o’erthrown</div> - <div class='line'>Of indignation; and with shouts that drowned</div> - <div class='line'>The crash it made in falling! From the wreck</div> - <div class='line'>A golden palace rose, or seemed to rise,</div> - <div class='line'>The appointed seat of equitable law</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>And mild paternal sway. The potent shock</div> - <div class='line'>I felt; the transformation I perceived,</div> - <div class='line'>As marvellously seized as in that moment,</div> - <div class='line'>When, from the blind mist issuing, I beheld</div> - <div class='line'>Glory—beyond all glory ever seen,</div> - <div class='line'>Dazzling the soul! Meanwhile prophetic harps</div> - <div class='line'>In every grove were ringing, “War shall cease:</div> - <div class='line'>Did ye not hear that conquest is abjured?</div> - <div class='line'>Bring garlands, bring forth choicest flowers, to deck</div> - <div class='line'>The tree of liberty!”—My heart rebounded:</div> - <div class='line'>My melancholy voice the chorus joined.</div> - <div class='line'>Thus was I reconverted to the world;</div> - <div class='line'>Society became my glittering bride,</div> - <div class='line'>And airy hopes my children. From the depths</div> - <div class='line'>Of natural passion seemingly escaped,</div> - <div class='line'>My soul diffused itself in wide embrace</div> - <div class='line'>Of institutions and the forms of things.</div> - <div class='line in30'>——If with noise</div> - <div class='line'>And acclamation, crowds in open air</div> - <div class='line'>Expressed the tumult of their minds, my voice</div> - <div class='line'>There mingled, heard or not. And in still groves,</div> - <div class='line'>Where wild enthusiasts tuned a pensive lay</div> - <div class='line'>Of thanks and expectation, in accord</div> - <div class='line'>With their belief, I sang Saturnian rule</div> - <div class='line'>Returned—a progeny of golden years</div> - <div class='line'>Permitted to descend, and bless mankind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Scorn and contempt forbid me to proceed!</div> - <div class='line'>But history, time’s slavish scribe, will tell</div> - <div class='line'>How rapidly the zealots of the cause</div> - <div class='line'>Disbanded—or in hostile ranks appeared:</div> - <div class='line'>Some, tired of honest service; these outdone,</div> - <div class='line'>Disgusted, therefore, or appalled by aims</div> - <div class='line'>Of fiercer zealots. So confusion reigned,</div> - <div class='line'>And the more faithful were compelled to exclaim,</div> - <div class='line'>As Brutus did to virtue, “Liberty,</div> - <div class='line'>I worshipped thee, and find thee but a shade!”</div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Such recantation had for me no charm,</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Nor would I bend to it.</span>’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The subject is afterwards resumed, with the same magnanimity -and philosophical firmness:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'>——‘For that other loss,</div> - <div class='line'>The loss of confidence in social man,</div> - <div class='line'>By the unexpected transports of our age</div> - <div class='line'>Carried so high, that every thought which looked</div> - <div class='line'>Beyond the temporal destiny of the kind—</div> - <div class='line'>To many seemed superfluous; as no cause</div> - <div class='line'>For such exalted confidence could e’er</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>Exist; so, none is now for such despair.</div> - <div class='line'>The two extremes are equally remote</div> - <div class='line'>From truth and reason; do not, then, confound</div> - <div class='line'>One with the other, but reject them both;</div> - <div class='line'>And choose the middle point, whereon to build</div> - <div class='line'>Sound expectations. This doth he advise</div> - <div class='line'>Who shared at first the illusion. At this day,</div> - <div class='line'>When a Tartarian darkness overspreads</div> - <div class='line'>The groaning nations; when the impious rule,</div> - <div class='line'>By will or by established ordinance,</div> - <div class='line'>Their own dire agents, and constrain the good</div> - <div class='line'>To acts which they abhor; though I bewail</div> - <div class='line'>This triumph, yet the pity of my heart</div> - <div class='line'>Prevents me not from owning that the law,</div> - <div class='line'>By which mankind now suffers, is most just.</div> - <div class='line'>For by superior energies; more strict</div> - <div class='line'>Affiance in each other; faith more firm</div> - <div class='line'>In their unhallowed principles, the bad</div> - <div class='line'>Have fairly earned a victory o’er the weak,</div> - <div class='line'>The vacillating, inconsistent good.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In the application of these memorable lines, we should, perhaps, -differ a little from Mr. Wordsworth; nor can we indulge with him -in the fond conclusion afterwards hinted at, that one day <em>our</em> triumph, -the triumph of humanity and liberty, may be complete. For this -purpose, we think several things necessary which are impossible. It -is a consummation which cannot happen till the nature of things is -changed, till the many become as united as the <em>one</em>, till romantic -generosity shall be as common as gross selfishness, till reason shall -have acquired the obstinate blindness of prejudice, till the love of -power and of change shall no longer goad man on to restless action, -till passion and will, hope and fear, love and hatred, and the objects -proper to excite them, that is, alternate good and evil, shall no longer -sway the bosoms and businesses of men. All things move, not in -progress, but in a ceaseless round; our strength lies in our weakness; -our virtues are built on our vices; our faculties are as limited as our -being; nor can we lift man above his nature more than above the -earth he treads. But though we cannot weave over again the airy, -unsubstantial dream, which reason and experience have dispelled,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What though the radiance, which was once so bright,</div> - <div class='line'>Be now for ever taken from our sight,</div> - <div class='line'>Though nothing can bring back the hour</div> - <div class='line'>Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower’:—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>yet we will never cease, nor be prevented from returning on the -wings of imagination to that bright dream of our youth; that glad -dawn of the day-star of liberty; that spring-time of the world, in which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>the hopes and expectations of the human race seemed opening in the -same gay career with our own; when France called her children to -partake her equal blessings beneath her laughing skies; when the -stranger was met in all her villages with dance and festive songs, in -celebration of a new and golden era; and when, to the retired and -contemplative student, the prospects of human happiness and glory -were seen ascending like the steps of Jacob’s ladder, in bright and -never-ending succession. The dawn of that day was suddenly overcast; -that season of hope is past; it is fled with the other dreams of -our youth, which we cannot recal, but has left behind it traces, which -are not to be effaced by Birth-day and Thanks-giving odes, or the -chaunting of <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Te Deums</span></i> in all the churches of Christendom. To -those hopes eternal regrets are due; to those who maliciously and -wilfully blasted them, in the fear that they might be accomplished, we -feel no less what we owe—hatred and scorn as lasting!</p> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 30.</span>]      THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED      [<span class='sc'>Oct. 2, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Mr. Wordsworth’s writings exhibit all the internal power, without -the external form of poetry. He has scarcely any of the pomp and -decoration and scenic effect of poetry: no gorgeous palaces nor solemn -temples awe the imagination; no cities rise ‘with glistering spires and -pinnacles adorned’; we meet with no knights pricked forth on airy -steeds; no hair-breadth ‘scapes and perilous accidents by flood or field. -Either from the predominant habit of his mind not requiring the -stimulus of outward impressions, or from the want of an imagination -teeming with various forms, he takes the common every-day events -and objects of nature, or rather seeks those that are the most simple -and barren of effect; but he adds to them a weight of interest from -the resources of his own mind, which makes the most insignificant -things serious and even formidable. All other interests are absorbed -in the deeper interest of his own thoughts, and find the same level. -His mind magnifies the littleness of his subject, and raises its meanness; -lends it his strength, and clothes it with borrowed grandeur. With -him, a mole-hill, covered with wild thyme, assumes the importance of -‘the great vision of the guarded mount’: a puddle is filled with -preternatural faces, and agitated with the fiercest storms of passion.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The extreme simplicity which some persons have objected to in -Mr. Wordsworth’s poetry, is to be found only in the subject and the -style: the sentiments are subtle and profound. In the latter respect, -his poetry is as much above the common standard or capacity, as in the -other it is below it. His poems bear a distant resemblance to some -<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>of Rembrandt’s landscapes, who, more than any other painter, created -the medium through which he saw nature, and out of the stump of -an old tree, a break in the sky, and a bit of water, could produce an -effect almost miraculous.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Mr. Wordsworth’s poems in general are the history of a refined -and contemplative mind, conversant only with itself and nature. An -intense feeling of the associations of this kind is the peculiar and -characteristic feature of all his productions. He has described the -love of nature better than any other poet. This sentiment, inly felt -in all its force, and sometimes carried to an excess, is the source both -of his strength and of his weakness. However we may sympathise -with Mr. Wordsworth in his attachment to groves and fields, we -cannot extend the same admiration to their inhabitants, or to the -manners of country life in general. We go along with him, while he -is the subject of his own narrative, but we take leave of him when he -makes pedlars and ploughmen his heroes and the interpreters of his -sentiments. It is, we think, getting into low company, and company, -besides, that we do not like. We take Mr. Wordsworth himself -for a great poet, a fine moralist, and a deep philosopher; but if he -insists on introducing us to a friend of his, a parish clerk, or the -barber of the village, who is as wise as himself, we must be excused -if we draw back with some little want of cordial faith. We are -satisfied with the friendship which subsisted between <em>Parson Adams</em> -and <em>Joseph Andrews</em>. The author himself lets out occasional hints -that all is not as it should be amongst these northern Arcadians. -Though, in general, he professes to soften the harsher features of -rustic vice, he has given us one picture of depraved and inveterate -selfishness, which we apprehend could only be found among the -inhabitants of these boasted mountain districts. The account of one -of his heroines concludes as follows:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘A sudden illness seiz’d her in the strength</div> - <div class='line'>Of life’s autumnal season. Shall I tell</div> - <div class='line'>How on her bed of death the matron lay,</div> - <div class='line'>To Providence submissive, so she thought;</div> - <div class='line'>But fretted, vexed, and wrought upon—almost</div> - <div class='line'>To anger, by the malady that griped</div> - <div class='line'>Her prostrate frame with unrelaxing power,</div> - <div class='line'>As the fierce eagle fastens on the lamb.</div> - <div class='line'>She prayed, she moaned—her husband’s sister watched</div> - <div class='line'>Her dreary pillow, waited on her needs;</div> - <div class='line'>And yet the very sound of that kind foot</div> - <div class='line'>Was anguish to her ears! “And must she rule</div> - <div class='line'>Sole mistress of this house when I am gone?</div> - <div class='line'>Sit by my fire—possess what I possessed—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>Tend what I tended—calling it her own!”</div> - <div class='line'>Enough;—I fear too much. Of nobler feeling</div> - <div class='line'>Take this example:—One autumnal evening,</div> - <div class='line'>While she was yet in prime of health and strength,</div> - <div class='line'>I well remember, while I passed her door,</div> - <div class='line'>Musing with loitering step, and upward eye</div> - <div class='line'>Turned tow’rds the planet Jupiter, that hung</div> - <div class='line'>Above the centre of the vale, a voice</div> - <div class='line'>Roused me, her voice;—it said, “That glorious star</div> - <div class='line'>In its untroubled element will shine</div> - <div class='line'>As now it shines, when we are laid in earth,</div> - <div class='line'>And safe from all our sorrows.” She is safe,</div> - <div class='line'>And her uncharitable acts, I trust,</div> - <div class='line'>And harsh unkindnesses, are all forgiven;</div> - <div class='line'>Though, in this vale, remembered with deep awe!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We think it is pushing our love of the admiration of natural objects -a good deal too far, to make it a set-off against a story like the -preceding.</p> - -<p class='c000'>All country people hate each other. They have so little comfort, -that they envy their neighbours the smallest pleasure or advantage, -and nearly grudge themselves the necessaries of life. From not being -accustomed to enjoyment, they become hardened and averse to it—stupid, -for want of thought—selfish, for want of society. There is -nothing good to be had in the country, or, if there is, they will not -let you have it. They had rather injure themselves than oblige any -one else. Their common mode of life is a system of wretchedness -and self-denial, like what we read of among barbarous tribes. You -live out of the world. You cannot get your tea and sugar without -sending to the next town for it: you pay double, and have it of the -worst quality. The small-beer is sure to be sour—the milk skimmed—the -meat bad, or spoiled in the cooking. You cannot do a single -thing you like; you cannot walk out or sit at home, or write or read, -or think or look as if you did, without being subject to impertinent -curiosity. The apothecary annoys you with his complaisance; the -parson with his superciliousness. If you are poor, you are despised; -if you are rich, you are feared and hated. If you do any one a -favour, the whole neighbourhood is up in arms; the clamour is like -that of a rookery; and the person himself, it is ten to one, laughs -at you for your pains, and takes the first opportunity of shewing you -that he labours under no uneasy sense of obligation. There is a -perpetual round of mischief-making and backbiting for want of any -better amusement. There are no shops, no taverns, no theatres, no -opera, no concerts, no pictures, no public-buildings, no crowded -streets, no noise of coaches, or of courts of law,—neither courtiers nor -<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>courtesans, no literary parties, no fashionable routs, no society, no -books, or knowledge of books. Vanity and luxury are the civilisers -of the world, and sweeteners of human life. Without objects either -of pleasure or action, it grows harsh and crabbed: the mind becomes -stagnant, the affections callous, and the eye dull. Man left to himself -soon degenerates into a very disagreeable person. Ignorance is -always bad enough; but rustic ignorance is intolerable. Aristotle has -observed, that tragedy purifies the affections by terror and pity. If -so, a company of tragedians should be established at the public -expence, in every village or hundred, as a better mode of education -than either Bell’s or Lancaster’s. The benefits of knowledge are -never so well understood as from seeing the effects of ignorance, in -their naked, undisguised state, upon the common country people. -Their selfishness and insensibility are perhaps less owing to the hardships -and privations, which make them, like people out at sea in a -boat, ready to devour one another, than to their having no idea of -anything beyond themselves and their immediate sphere of action. -They have no knowledge of, and consequently can take no interest -in, anything which is not an object of their senses, and of their daily -pursuits. They hate all strangers, and have generally a nickname -for the inhabitants of the next village. The two young noblemen -in Guzman d’Alfarache, who went to visit their mistresses only a -league out of Madrid, were set upon by the peasants, who came round -them calling out, ‘<em>A wolf</em>.’ Those who have no enlarged or -liberal ideas, can have no disinterested or generous sentiments. Persons -who are in the habit of reading novels and romances, are compelled -to take a deep interest in, and to have their affections strongly -excited by, fictitious characters and imaginary situations; their thoughts -and feelings are constantly carried out of themselves, to persons they -never saw, and things that never existed: history enlarges the mind, -by familiarising us with the great vicissitudes of human affairs, and -the catastrophes of states and kingdoms; the study of morals accustoms -us to refer our actions to a general standard of right and wrong; -and abstract reasoning, in general, strengthens the love of truth, and -produces an inflexibility of principle which cannot stoop to low trick -and cunning. Books, in Lord Bacon’s phrase, are ‘a discipline of -humanity.’ Country people have none of these advantages, nor any -others to supply the place of them. Having no circulating libraries -to exhaust their love of the marvellous, they amuse themselves with -fancying the disasters and disgraces of their particular acquaintance. -Having no hump-backed <em>Richard</em> to excite their wonder and abhorrence, -they make themselves a bugbear of their own, out of the first -obnoxious person they can lay their hands on. Not having the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>fictitious distresses and gigantic crimes of poetry to stimulate their -imagination and their passions, they vent their whole stock of spleen, -malice, and invention, on their friends and next-door neighbours. -They get up a little pastoral drama at home, with fancied events, but -real characters. All their spare time is spent in manufacturing and -propagating the lie for the day, which does its office, and expires. -The next day is spent in the same manner. It is thus that they -embellish the simplicity of rural life! The common people in civilised -countries are a kind of domesticated savages. They have not the -wild imagination, the passions, the fierce energies, or dreadful vicissitudes -of the savage tribes, nor have they the leisure, the indolent -enjoyments and romantic superstitions, which belonged to the pastoral -life in milder climates, and more remote periods of society. They are -taken out of a state of nature, without being put in possession of the -refinements of art. The customs and institutions of society cramp -their imaginations without giving them knowledge. If the inhabitants -of the mountainous districts described by Mr. Wordsworth are less -gross and sensual than others, they are more selfish. Their egotism -becomes more concentrated, as they are more insulated, and their -purposes more inveterate, as they have less competition to struggle -with. The weight of matter which surrounds them, crushes the finer -sympathies. Their minds become hard and cold, like the rocks -which they cultivate. The immensity of their mountains makes the -human form appear little and insignificant. Men are seen crawling -between Heaven and earth, like insects to their graves. Nor do they -regard one another more than flies on a wall. Their physiognomy -expresses the materialism of their character, which has only one -principle—rigid self-will. They move on with their eyes and foreheads -fixed, looking neither to the right nor to the left, with a heavy -slouch in their gait, and seeming as if nothing would divert them -from their path. We do not admire this plodding pertinacity, always -directed to the main chance. There is nothing which excites so -little sympathy in our minds, as exclusive selfishness. If our theory -is wrong, at least it is taken from pretty close observation, and is, we -think, confirmed by Mr. Wordsworth’s own account.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Of the stories contained in the latter part of the volume, we like -that of the Whig and Jacobite friends, and of the good knight, Sir -Alfred Irthing, the best. The last reminded us of a fine sketch of -a similar character in the beautiful poem of <cite>Hart Leap Well</cite>. To -conclude,—if the skill with which the poet had chosen his materials -had been equal to the power which he has undeniably exerted over -them, if the objects (whether persons or things) which he makes -use of as the vehicle of his sentiments, had been such as to convey -<span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>them in all their depth and force, then the production before us might -indeed ‘have proved a monument,’ as he himself wishes it, worthy -of the author, and of his country. Whether, as it is, this very original -and powerful performance may not rather remain like one of those -stupendous but half-finished structures, which have been suffered to -moulder into decay, because the cost and labour attending them -exceeded their use or beauty, we feel that it would be presumptuous -in us to determine.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 31.</span>]      CHARACTER OF THE LATE MR. PITT<a id='r61' /><a href='#f61' class='c012'><sup>[61]</sup></a></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The character of Mr. Pitt was, perhaps, one of the most singular -that ever existed. With few talents, and fewer virtues, he acquired -and preserved, in one of the most trying situations, and in spite of all -opposition, the highest reputation for the possession of every moral -excellence, and as having carried the attainments of eloquence and -wisdom as far as human abilities could go. This he did (strange as -it may appear) by a negation (together with the common virtues) of -the common vices of human nature, and by the complete negation of -every other talent that might interfere with the only ones which he -possessed in a supreme degree, and which, indeed, may be made to -include the appearance of all others,—an artful use of words, and a -certain dexterity of logical arrangement. In these alone his power -consisted; and the defect of all other qualities, which usually constitute -greatness, contributed to the more complete success of these. -Having no strong feelings, no distinct perceptions,—his mind having -no link, as it were, to connect it with the world of external nature, -every subject presented to him nothing more than a <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">tabula rasa</span></i>, on -which he was at liberty to lay whatever colouring of language he -pleased; having no general principles, no comprehensive views of -things, no moral habits of thinking, no system of action, there was -nothing to hinder him from pursuing any particular purpose by any -means that offered; having never any plan, he could not be convicted -of inconsistency, and his own pride and obstinacy were the only rules -of his conduct. Without insight into human nature, without sympathy -with the passions of men, or apprehension of their real designs, he -seemed perfectly insensible to the consequences of things, and would -believe nothing till it actually happened. The fog and haze in -which he saw every thing communicated itself to others; and the -total indistinctness and uncertainty of his own ideas tended to confound -the perceptions of his hearers more effectually than the most -<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>ingenious misrepresentation could have done. Indeed, in defending -his conduct, he never seemed to consider himself as at all responsible -for the success of his measures, or to suppose that future events were -in our own power; but that, as the best-laid schemes might fail, and -there was no providing against all possible contingencies, this was -sufficient excuse for our plunging at once into any dangerous or -absurd enterprise without the least regard to consequences. His -reserved logic confined itself solely to the <em>possible</em> and the <em>impossible</em>, -and he appeared to regard the <em>probable</em> and <em>improbable</em>, the only -foundation of moral prudence or political wisdom, as beneath the -notice of a profound statesman; as if the pride of the human intellect -were concerned in never entrusting itself with subjects, where it may be -compelled to acknowledge its weakness. Nothing could ever drive -him out of his dull forms, and naked generalities; which, as they are -susceptible neither of degree nor variation, are therefore equally -applicable to every emergency that can happen: and in the most -critical aspect of affairs, he saw nothing but the same flimsy web of -remote possibilities and metaphysical uncertainty. In his mind, the -wholesome pulp of practical wisdom and salutary advice was immediately -converted into the dry chaff and husks of a miserable logic. -From his manner of reasoning, he seemed not to have believed that -the truth of his statements depended on the reality of the facts, but -that the facts themselves depended on the order in which he arranged -them in words: you would not suppose him to be agitating a serious -question, which had real grounds to go upon, but to be declaiming -upon an imaginary thesis, proposed as an exercise in the schools. He -never set himself to examine the force of the objections that were -brought against him, or attempted to defend his measures upon clear, -solid grounds of his own; but constantly contented himself with -first gravely stating the logical form, or dilemma to which the question -reduced itself; and then, after having declared his opinion, proceeded -to amuse his hearers by a series of rhetorical common-places, -connected together in grave, sonorous, and elaborately constructed -periods, without ever shewing their real application to the subject in -dispute. Thus, if any member of the opposition disapproved of any -measure, and enforced his objections by pointing out the many evils -with which it was fraught, or the difficulties attending its execution, -his only answer was, ‘that it was true there might be inconveniences -attending the measure proposed, but we were to remember, -that every expedient that could be devised might be said to be nothing -more than a choice of difficulties, and that all that human prudence could -do, was to consider on which side the advantages lay; that, for his -part, he conceived that the present measure was attended with more -<span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>advantages and fewer disadvantages than any other that could be -adopted; that it we were diverted from our object by every appearance -of difficulty, the wheels of government would be clogged by -endless delays and imaginary grievances; that most of the objections -made to the measure appeared to him to be trivial, others of them -unfounded and improbable; or that, if a scheme, free from all these -objections, could be proposed, it might, after all, prove inefficient; while, -in the meantime, a material object remained unprovided for, or the -opportunity of action was lost.’ This mode of reasoning is admirably -described by Hobbes, in speaking of the writings of some of the -schoolmen, of whom he says that ‘they had learned the trick of -imposing what they list upon their readers, and declining the force of -true reason by verbal forks, that is, distinctions, which signify nothing, -but serve only to astonish the multitude of ignorant men.’ -That what we have here stated comprehends the whole force of his -mind, which consisted solely in this evasive dexterity and perplexing -formality, assisted by a copiousness of words and common-place topics, -will, we think, be evident to any one who carefully looks over his -speeches, undazzled by the reputation or personal influence of the -speaker. It will be in vain to look in them for any of the common -proofs of human genius or wisdom. He has not left behind him a -single memorable saying,—not one profound maxim,—one solid observation,—one -forcible description,—one beautiful thought,—one humorous -picture,—one affecting sentiment. He has made no addition -whatever to the stock of human knowledge. He did not possess any -one of those faculties which contribute to the instruction and delight -of mankind,—depth of understanding, imagination, sensibility, wit, -vivacity, clear and solid judgment. But it may be asked, If these -qualities are not to be found in him, where are we to look for them? -and we may be required to point out instances of them. We shall -answer then, that he had none of the abstract, legislative wisdom, -refined sagacity, or rich, impetuous, high-wrought imagination of -Burke; the manly eloquence, exact knowledge, vehemence, and -natural simplicity of Fox; the ease, brilliancy, and acuteness of -Sheridan. It is not merely that he had not all these qualities in the -degree that they were severally possessed by his rivals, but he had -not any of them in any remarkable degree. His reasoning is a -technical arrangement of unmeaning common-places, his eloquence -rhetorical, his style monotonous and artificial. If he could pretend -to any one excellence more than another, it was to taste -in composition. There is certainly nothing low, nothing puerile, -nothing far-fetched or abrupt in his speeches; there is a kind of -faultless regularity pervading them throughout; but in the confined, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>formal, passive mode of eloquence which he adopted, it seemed rather -more difficult to commit errors than to avoid them. A man who -is determined never to move out of the beaten road cannot lose his -way. However, habit, joined to the peculiar mechanical memory -which he possessed, carried this correctness to a degree which, in an -extemporaneous speaker, was almost miraculous; he, perhaps, hardly -ever uttered a sentence that was not perfectly regular and connected. -In this respect, he not only had the advantage over his own contemporaries, -but perhaps no one that ever lived equalled him in this -singular faculty. But for this, he would always have passed for a -common man; and to this the constant sameness, and, if we may so -say, vulgarity of his ideas, must have contributed not a little, as there -was nothing to distract his mind from this one object of his unintermitted -attention; and as, even in his choice of words, he never aimed -at any thing more than a certain general propriety and stately uniformity -of style. His talents were exactly fitted for the situation in which -he was placed; where it was his business not to overcome others, but -to avoid being overcome. He was able to baffle opposition, not -from strength or firmness, but from the evasive ambiguity and impalpable -nature of his resistance, which gave no hold to the rude -grasp of his opponents: no force could bind the loose phantom, and -his mind (though ‘not matchless, and his pride humbled by such -rebuke’) soon rose from defeat unhurt,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And in its liquid texture, mortal wound</div> - <div class='line'>Receiv’d no more than can the fluid air.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 32.</span>]      ON RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY      [<span class='sc'>Oct. 9, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Religion either makes men wise and virtuous, or it makes them -set up false pretences to both. In the latter case, it makes them -hypocrites to themselves as well as others. Religion is, in grosser -minds, an enemy to self-knowledge. The consciousness of the -presence of an all-powerful Being, who is both the witness and judge -of every thought, word, and action, where it does not produce its -proper effect, forces the religious man to practise every mode of -deceit upon himself with respect to his real character and motives; -for it is only by being wilfully blind to his own faults, that he can -suppose they will escape the eye of Omniscience. Consequently, -the whole business of a religious man’s life, if it does not conform -to the strict line of his duty, may be said to be to gloss over his -errors to himself, and to invent a thousand shifts and palliations, in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>order to hoodwink the Almighty. While he is sensible of his own -delinquency, he knows that it cannot escape the penetration of his -invisible Judge; and the distant penalty annexed to every offence, -though not sufficient to make him desist from the commission of it, -will not suffer him to rest easy, till he has made some compromise -with his own conscience as to his motives for committing it. As -far as relates to this world, a cunning knave may take a pride in the -imposition he practises upon others; and, instead of striving to conceal -his true character from himself, may chuckle with inward satisfaction -at the folly of those who are not wise enough to detect it. ‘But ’tis -not so above.’ This shallow, skin-deep hypocrisy will not serve the -turn of the religious devotee, who is ‘compelled to give in evidence -against himself,’ and who must first become the dupe of his own -imposture, before he can flatter himself with the hope of concealment, -as children hide their eyes with their hands, and fancy that no one -can see them. Religious people often pray very heartily for the -forgiveness of a ‘multitude of trespasses and sins,’ as a mark of their -humility, but we never knew them admit any one fault in particular, -or acknowledge themselves in the wrong in any instance whatever. -The natural jealousy of self-love is in them heightened by the fear of -damnation, and they plead <em>Not Guilty</em> to every charge brought against -them, with all the conscious terrors of a criminal at the bar. It is -for this reason that the greatest hypocrites in the world are religious -hypocrites.</p> - -<p class='c000'>This quality, as it has been sometimes found united with the -clerical character, is known by the name of <em>Priestcraft</em>. The -Ministers of Religion are perhaps more liable to this vice than any -other class of people. They are obliged to assume a greater degree -of sanctity, though they have it not, and to screw themselves up to -an unnatural pitch of severity and self-denial. They must keep a -constant guard over themselves, have an eye always to their own -persons, never relax in their gravity, nor give the least scope to their -inclinations. A single slip, if discovered, may be fatal to them. -Their influence and superiority depend on their pretensions to virtue -and piety; and they are tempted to draw liberally on the funds of -credulity and ignorance allotted for their convenient support. All -this cannot be very friendly to downright simplicity of character. -Besides, they are so accustomed to inveigh against the vices of others, -that they naturally forget that they have any of their own to correct. -They see vice as an object always out of themselves, with which they -have no other concern than to denounce and stigmatise it. They are -only reminded of it <em>in the third person</em>. They as naturally associate -sin and its consequences with their flocks as a pedagogue associates a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>false concord and flogging with his scholars. If we may so express -it, they serve as conductors to the lightning of divine indignation, -and have only to point the thunders of the law at others. They -identify themselves with that perfect system of faith and morals, of -which they are the professed teachers, and regard any imputation -on their conduct as an indirect attack on the function to which they -belong, or as compromising the authority under which they act. It -is only the head of the Popish church who assumes the title of -<em>God’s Vicegerent upon Earth</em>; but the feeling is nearly common -to all the oracular interpreters of the will of Heaven—from the -successor of St. Peter down to the simple, unassuming Quaker, who, -disclaiming the imposing authority of title and office, yet fancies -himself the immediate organ of a preternatural impulse, and affects to -speak only as the spirit moves him.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is another way in which the formal profession of religion -aids hypocrisy, by erecting a secret tribunal, to which those who -affect a more than ordinary share of it can (in case of need) appeal -from the judgments of men. The religious impostor, reduced to his -last shift, and having no other way left to avoid the most ‘open and -apparent shame,’ rejects the fallible decisions of the world, and -thanks God that there is one who knows the heart. He is amenable -to a higher jurisdiction, and while all is well with Heaven, he can -pity the errors, and smile at the malice of his enemies! Whatever -cuts men off from their dependence on common opinion or obvious -appearances, must open a door to evasion and cunning, by setting up -a standard of right and wrong in every one’s own breast, of the truth -of which nobody can judge but the person himself. There are some -fine instances in the old plays and novels (the best commentaries on -human nature) of the effect of this principle, in giving the last finishing -to the character of duplicity. Miss Harris, in Fielding’s <cite>Amelia</cite>, -is one of the most striking. Molière’s <cite>Tartuffe</cite> is another instance of -the facility with which religion may be perverted to the purposes -of the most flagrant hypocrisy. It is an impenetrable fastness, to -which this worthy person, like so many others, retires without the -fear of pursuit. It is an additional disguise, in which he wraps -himself up like a cloak. It is a stalking-horse, which is ready on -all occasions,—an invisible conscience, which goes about with him,—his -good genius, that becomes surety for him in all difficulties,—swears -to the purity of his motives,—extricates him out of the most desperate -circumstances,—baffles detection, and furnishes a plea to which there -is no answer.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The same sort of reasoning will account for the old remark, that -persons who are stigmatised as non-conformists to the established -<span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span>religion, Jews, Presbyterians, etc., are more disposed to this vice -than their neighbours. They are inured to the contempt of the -world, and steeled against its prejudices: and the same indifference -which fortifies them against the unjust censures of mankind, may be -converted, as occasion requires, into a screen for the most pitiful -conduct. They have no cordial sympathy with others, and, therefore, -no sincerity in their intercourse with them. It is the necessity of -concealment, in the first instance, that produces, and is, in some -measure, an excuse for, the habit of hypocrisy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Hypocrisy, as it is connected with cowardice, seems to imply -weakness of body or want of spirit. The impudence and insensibility -which belong to it, ought to suppose robustness of constitution. -There is certainly a very successful and formidable class of sturdy, -jolly, able-bodied hypocrites, the Friar Johns of the profession. -Raphael has represented Elymas the Sorcerer, with a hard iron visage, -and large uncouth figure, made up of bones and muscles; as one not -troubled with weak nerves or idle scruples—as one who repelled all -sympathy with others—who was not to be jostled out of his course -by their censures or suspicions—and who could break with ease -through the cobweb snares which he had laid for the credulity of -others, without being once entangled in his own delusions. His -outward form betrays the hard, unimaginative, self-willed understanding -of the sorcerer.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 33.</span>]      ON THE LITERARY CHARACTER      [<span class='sc'>Oct. 28, 1813.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The following remarks are prefixed to the account of Baron Grimm’s -Correspondence in a late number of a celebrated Journal:-</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘There is nothing more exactly painted in these graphical volumes, -than the character of M. Grimm himself; and the beauty of it is, -that, as there is nothing either natural or peculiar about it, it may -stand for the character of all the wits and philosophers he frequented. -He had more wit, perhaps, and more sound sense and information, -than the greatest part of the society in which he lived; but the -leading traits belong to the whole class, and to all classes, indeed, -in similar situations, in every part of the world. Whenever there -is a very large assemblage of persons who have no other occupation -but to amuse themselves, there will infallibly be generated acuteness -of intellect, refinement of manners, and good taste in conversation; -and, with the same certainty, all profound thought, and all serious -affection, will be discarded from their society.</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘The multitude of persons and things that force themselves on the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span>attention in such a scene, and the rapidity with which they succeed -each other, and pass away, prevent any one from making a deep or -permanent impression; and the mind, having never been tasked to -any course of application, and long habituated to this lively succession -and variety of objects, comes at last to require the excitement of -perpetual change, and to find a multiplicity of friends as indispensable -as a multiplicity of amusements. Thus the characteristics of large -and polished society come almost inevitably to be, wit and heartlessness—acuteness -and perpetual derision. The same impatience of uniformity, -and passion for variety, which give so much grace to their -conversation, by excluding all tediousness and pertinacious wrangling, -make them incapable of dwelling for many minutes on the feelings -and concerns of any one individual; while the constant pursuit of -little gratifications, and the weak dread of all uneasy sensations, render -them equally averse from serious sympathy and deep thought.</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘The whole style and tone of this publication affords the most -striking illustration of these general remarks. From one end of it -to the other, it is a display of the most complete heartlessness, and -the most uninterrupted levity. It chronicles the deaths of half the -author’s acquaintance, and makes jests upon them all; and is much -more serious in discussing the merits of an opera-dancer, than in considering -the evidence for the being of a God, or the first foundations -of morality. Nothing, indeed, can be more just or conclusive than -the remark that is forced from M. Grimm himself, upon the utter -carelessness, and instant oblivion, that followed the death of one of -the most distinguished, active, and amiable members of his coterie: -“<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Tant il est vrai que ce que nous appelons <em>la société</em>, est ce qu’il y -a de plus léger, plus ingrat, et de plus frivole au monde!</span>”’</p> - -<p class='c000'>These remarks, though shrewd and sensible in themselves, apply -rather to the character of M. Grimm and his friends as men of the -world, after their initiation into the refined society of Paris and the -great world, than as mere men of letters. There is, however, a -character which every man of letters has before he comes into society, -and which he carries into the world with him, which we shall here -attempt to describe.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The weaknesses and vices that arise from a constant intercourse -with books, are in certain respects the same with those which arise -from daily intercourse with the world; yet each has a character and -operation of its own, which may either counteract or aggravate the -tendency of the other. The same dissipation of mind, the same listlessness, -languor, and indifference, may be produced by both, but -they are produced in different ways, and exhibit very different appearances. -The defects of the literary character proceed, not from -<span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>frivolity and voluptuous indolence, but from the overstrained exertion -of the faculties, from abstraction and refinement. A man without -talents or education might mingle in the same society, might give in -to all the gaiety and foppery of the age, might see the same ‘multiplicity -of persons and things,’ but would not become a wit and a -philosopher for all that. As far as the change of actual objects, the -real variety and dissipation goes, there is no difference between -M. Grimm and a courtier of Francis <span class='fss'>I.</span>—between the consummate -philosopher and the giddy girl—between Paris, amidst the barbaric -refinements of the middle of the eighteenth century, and any other -metropolis at any other period. It is in the <em>ideal</em> change of objects, -in the <em>intellectual</em> dissipation of literature and of literary society, that -we are to seek for the difference. The very same languor and listlessness -which, in fashionable life, are owing to the rapid ‘succession -of persons and things,’ may be found, and even in a more intense -degree, in the most recluse student, who has no knowledge whatever -of the great world, who has never been present at the sallies of a -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">petit souper</span></i>, or complimented a lady on presenting her with a bouquet. -It is the province of literature to anticipate the dissipation of real -objects, and to increase it. It creates a fictitious restlessness and -craving after variety, by creating a fictitious world around us, and by -hurrying us, not only through all the mimic scenes of life, but by -plunging us into the endless labyrinths of imagination. Thus the -common indifference produced by the distraction of successive amusements, -is superseded by a general indifference to surrounding objects, -to real persons and things, occasioned by the disparity between the -world of our imagination and that without us. The scenes of real -life are not got up in the same style of magnificence; they want -dramatic illusion and effect. The high-wrought feelings require all -the concomitant and romantic circumstances which fancy can bring -together to satisfy them, and cannot find them in any given object. -M. Grimm was not, by his own account, <em>born</em> a lover; but even -supposing him to have been, in gallantry of temper, a very Amadis, -would it have been necessary that the enthusiasm of a philosopher and -a man of genius should have run the gauntlet of all the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bonnes fortunes</span></i> -of Paris to evaporate into insensibility and indifference? Would not -a Clarissa, a new Eloise, a Cassandra, or a Berenice, have produced -the same mortifying effects on a person of his great critical and acumen -and <span lang="it" xml:lang="it">virtù</span>? Where, O where would he find the rocks of Meillerie -in the precincts of the Palais Royal, or on what lips would Julia’s -kisses grow? Who, after wandering with Angelica, or having seen -the heavenly face of Una, might not meet with impunity a whole -circle of literary ladies? Cowley’s mistresses reigned by turns in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>poet’s fancy, and the beauties of King Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span> perplex the eye in -the preference of their charms as much now as they ever did. One -trifling coquette only drives out another; but Raphael’s Galatea kills -the whole race of pertness and vulgarity at once. After ranging in -dizzy mazes, through the regions of imaginary beauty, the mind sinks -down, breathless and exhausted, on the earth. In common minds, -indifference is produced by mixing with the world. Authors and -artists bring it into the world with them. The disappointment of the -ideal enthusiast is indeed greatest at first, and he grows reconciled to -his situation by degrees; whereas the mere man of the world becomes -more dissatisfied and fastidious, and more of a misanthrope, the longer -he lives.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is much the same in friendships founded on literary motives. -Literary men are not attached to the persons of their friends, but to -their minds. They look upon them in the same light as on the books -in their library, and read them till they are tired. In casual acquaintances -friendship grows out of habit. Mutual kindnesses beget mutual -attachment; and numberless little local occurrences in the course of a -long intimacy, furnish agreeable topics of recollection, and are almost -the only sources of conversation among such persons. They have an -immediate pleasure in each other’s company. But in literature nothing -of this kind takes place. Petty and local circumstances are beneath -the dignity of philosophy. Nothing will go down but wit or wisdom. -The mind is kept in a perpetual state of violent exertion and expectation, -and as there cannot always be a fresh supply of stimulus to excite -it, as the same remarks or the same <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bon mots</span></i> come to be often -repeated, or others so like them, that we can easily anticipate the -effect, and are no longer surprised into admiration, we begin to relax -in the frequency of our visits, and the heartiness of our welcome. -When we are tired of a book we can lay it down, but we cannot so -easily put our friends on the shelf when we grow weary of their -society. The necessity of keeping up appearances, therefore, adds to -the dissatisfaction on both sides, and at length irritates indifference -into contempt.</p> - -<p class='c000'>By the help of arts and science, everything finds an ideal level. -Ideas assume the place of realities, and realities sink into nothing. -Actual events and objects produce little or no effect on the mind, -when it has been long accustomed to draw its strongest interest from -constant contemplation. It is necessary that it should, as it were, -recollect itself—that it should call out its internal resources, and refine -upon its own feelings—place the object at a distance, and embellish it -at pleasure. By degrees all things are made to serve as hints, and -occasions for the exercise of intellectual activity. It was on this -<span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>principle that the sentimental Frenchman left his Mistress, in order -that he might think of her. Cicero ceased to mourn for the loss of -his daughter, when he recollected how fine an opportunity it would -afford him to write an eulogy to her memory; and Mr. Shandy -lamented over the death of Master Bobby much in the same manner. -The insensibility of Authors, etc., to domestic and private calamities -has been often carried to a ludicrous excess, but it is less than it -appears to be. The genius of philosophy is not yet <em>quite</em> understood. -For instance, the man who might seem at the moment undisturbed -by the death of a wife or mistress, would perhaps never walk out on a -fine evening as long as he lived, without recollecting her; and a -disappointment in love that ‘heaves no sigh and sheds no tear,’ may -penetrate to the heart, and remain fixed there ever after. <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Hæret lateri -lethalis arundo.</span></i> The blow is felt only by reflection, the rebound is -fatal. Our feelings become more ideal; the impression of the -moment is less violent, but the effect is more general and permanent. -Those whom we love best, take nearly the same rank in our estimation -as the heroine of a favourite novel! Indeed, after all, compared with -the genuine feelings of nature, ‘clad in flesh and blood,’ with real -passions and affections, conversant about real objects, the life of a -mere man of letters and sentiment appears to be at best but a living -death; a dim twilight existence: a sort of wandering about in an -Elysian fields of our own making; a refined, spiritual, disembodied -state, like that of the ghosts of Homer’s heroes, who, we are told, -would gladly have exchanged situations with the meanest peasant upon -earth!<a id='r62' /><a href='#f62' class='c012'><sup>[62]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>The moral character of men of letters depends very much upon the -same principles. All actions are seen through that general medium -which reduces them to individual insignificance. Nothing fills or -engrosses the mind—nothing seems of sufficient importance to interfere -with our present inclination. Prejudices, as well as attachments, lose -their hold upon us, and we palter with our duties as we please. -Moral obligations, by being perpetually refined upon, and discussed, -lose their force and efficacy, become mere dry distinctions of the -understanding,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Play round the head, but never reach the heart.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Opposite reasons and consequences balance one another, while appetite -<span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>or interest turns the scale. Hence the severe sarcasm of Rousseau, -‘<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Tout homme reflechi est mechant</span></i>.’ In fact, it must be confessed, that, -as all things produce their extremes, so excessive refinement tends to -produce equal grossness. The tenuity of our intellectual desires -leaves a void in the mind which requires to be filled up by coarser -gratification, and that of the senses is always at hand. They alone -always retain their strength. There is not a greater mistake than the -common supposition, that intellectual pleasures are capable of endless -repetition, and physical ones not so. The one, indeed, may be spread -out over a greater surface, they may be dwelt upon and kept in mind -at will, and for that very reason they wear out, and pall by comparison, -and require perpetual variety. Whereas the physical gratification -only occupies us at the moment, is, as it were, absorbed in itself, and -forgotten as soon as it is over, and when it returns is <em>as good as new</em>. -No one could ever read the same book for any length of time without -being tired of it, but a man is never tired of his meals, however little -variety his table may have to boast. This reasoning is equally true -of all persons who have given much of their time to study and abstracted -speculations. Grossness and sensuality have been marked -with no less triumph in the religious devotee than in the professed -philosopher. The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings -of nature; and the good Canon in Gil Blas might be opposed with -effect to some of the portraits in M. Grimm’s Correspondence.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>T. T.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 34.</span>]      ON COMMON-PLACE CRITICS      [<span class='sc'>Nov. 24, 1816.</span></h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We have already given some account of common-place people; we -shall in this number attempt a description of another class of the -community, who may be called (by way of distinction) common-place -critics. The former are a set of people who have no opinions of -their own, and do not pretend to have any; the latter are a set of -people who have no opinions of their own, but who affect to have -one upon every subject you can mention. The former are a very -honest, good sort of people, who are contented to pass for what they -are; the latter are a very pragmatical, troublesome sort of people, -who would pass for what they are not, and try to put off their common-place -notions in all companies and on all subjects, as something -of their own. They are of both species, the grave and the gay; and -it is hard to say which is the most tiresome.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A common-place critic has something to say upon every occasion, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>and he always tells you either what is not true, or what you knew -before, or what is not worth knowing. He is a person who thinks -by proxy, and talks by rote. He differs with you, not because he -thinks you are in the wrong, but because he thinks somebody else -will think so. Nay, it would be well if he stopped here; but he -will undertake to misrepresent you by anticipation, lest others should -misunderstand you, and will set you right, not only in opinions which -you have, but in those which you may be supposed to have. Thus, if -you say that <em>Bottom</em> the weaver is a character that has not had justice -done to it, he shakes his head, is afraid you will be thought extravagant, -and wonders you should think the <cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite> -the finest of all Shakspeare’s plays. He judges of matters of taste -and reasoning as he does of dress and fashion, by the prevailing tone -of good company; and you would as soon persuade him to give up -any sentiment that is current there, as to wear the hind part of his -coat before. By the best company, of which he is perpetually talking, -he means persons who live on their own estates, and other people’s -ideas. By the opinion of the world, to which he pays and expects -you to pay great deference, he means that of a little circle of his own, -where he hears and is heard. Again, <em>good sense</em> is a phrase constantly -in his mouth, by which he does not mean his own sense or that of -anybody else, but the opinions of a number of persons who have -agreed to take their opinions on trust from others. If any one -observes that there is something better than common sense, viz., <em>uncommon</em> -sense, he thinks this a bad joke. If you object to the opinions -of the majority, as often arising from ignorance or prejudice, he -appeals from them to the sensible and well-informed; and if you say -there may be other persons as sensible and well informed as himself -and his friends, he smiles at your presumption. If you attempt to -prove anything to him, it is in vain, for he is not thinking of what -you say, but of what will be thought of it. The stronger your -reasons, the more incorrigible he thinks you; and he looks upon any -attempt to expose his gratuitous assumptions as the wandering of a -disordered imagination. His notions are like plaster figures cast in -a mould, as brittle as they are hollow; but they will break before -you can make them give way. In fact, he is the representative of -a large part of the community, the shallow, the vain, and indolent, -of those who have time to talk, and are not bound to think: and he -considers any deviation from the select forms of common-place, or -the accredited language of conventional impertinence, as compromising -the authority under which he acts in his diplomatic capacity. It -is wonderful how this class of people agree with one another; how -they herd together in all their opinions; what a tact they have for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>folly; what an instinct for absurdity; what a sympathy in sentiment; -how they find one another out by infallible signs, like Freemasons! -The secret of this unanimity and strict accord is, that not any one -of them ever admits any opinion that can cost the least effort of mind -in arriving at, or of courage in declaring it. Folly is as consistent -with itself as wisdom: there is a certain level of thought and sentiment, -which the weakest minds, as well as the strongest, find out as best -adapted to them; and you as regularly come to the same conclusions, -by looking no farther than the surface, as if you dug to the centre of -the earth! You know beforehand what a critic of this class will say -on almost every subject the first time he sees you, the next time, the -time after that, and so on to the end of the chapter. The following -list of his opinions may be relied on:—It is pretty certain that before -you have been in the room with him ten minutes, he will give you to -understand that Shakspeare was a great but irregular genius. Again, -he thinks it a question whether any one of his plays, if brought out -now for the first time, would succeed. He thinks that <cite>Macbeth</cite> -would be the most likely, from the music which has been since introduced -into it. He has some doubts as to the superiority of the -French School over us in tragedy, and observes, that Hume and Adam -Smith were both of that opinion. He thinks Milton’s pedantry a -great blemish in his writings, and that <cite>Paradise Lost</cite> has many prosaic -passages in it. He conceives that genius does not always imply taste, -and that wit and judgment are very different faculties. He considers -Dr. Johnson as a great critic and moralist, and that his Dictionary was -a work of prodigious erudition and vast industry; but that some of the -anecdotes of him in Boswell are trifling. He conceives that Mr. -Locke was a very original and profound thinker. He thinks Gibbon’s -style vigorous but florid. He wonders that the author of <em>Junius</em> was -never found out. He thinks Pope’s translation of the <cite>Iliad</cite> an improvement -on the simplicity of the original, which was necessary to -fit it to the taste of modern readers. He thinks there is a great deal -of grossness in the old comedies; and that there has been a great -improvement in the morals of the higher classes since the reign of -Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span> He thinks the reign of Queen Anne the golden period -of our literature, but that, upon the whole, we have no English writer -equal to Voltaire. He speaks of Boccacio as a very licentious -writer, and thinks the wit in Rabelais quite extravagant, though he -never read either of them. He cannot get through Spenser’s <cite>Fairy -Queen</cite>, and pronounces all allegorical poetry tedious. He prefers -Smollett to Fielding, and discovers more knowledge of the world -in <cite>Gil Blas</cite> than in <cite>Don Quixote</cite>. Richardson he thinks very minute -and tedious. He thinks the French Revolution has done a great -<span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>deal of harm to the cause of liberty; and blames Buonaparte for -being so ambitious. He reads the <cite>Edinburgh</cite> and <cite>Quarterly Reviews</cite>, -and thinks as they do. He is shy of having an opinion on a new -actor or a new singer; for the public do not always agree with the -newspapers. He thinks that the moderns have great advantages over -the ancients in many respects. He thinks Jeremy Bentham a greater -man than Aristotle. He can see no reason why artists of the present -day should not paint as well as Raphael or Titian. For instance, he -thinks there is something very elegant and classical in Mr. Westall’s -drawings. He has no doubt that Sir Joshua Reynolds’s Lectures -were written by Burke. He considers Horne Tooke’s account of -the conjunction <em>That</em> very ingenious, and holds that no writer can be -called elegant who uses the present for the subjunctive mood, who -says <em>If it is</em> for <em>If it be</em>. He thinks Hogarth a great master of low, -comic humour; and Cobbett a coarse, vulgar writer. He often talks -of men of liberal education, and men without education, as if that -made much difference. He judges of people by their pretensions; -and pays attention to their opinions according to their dress and rank -in life. If he meets with a fool, he does not find him out; and if he -meets with any one wiser than himself, he does not know what to -make of him. He thinks that manners are of great consequence to -the common intercourse of life. He thinks it difficult to prove the -existence of any such thing as original genius, or to fix a general -standard of taste. He does not think it possible to define what wit -is. In religion, his opinions are liberal. He considers all enthusiasm -as a degree of madness, particularly to be guarded against by young -minds; and believes that truth lies in the middle, between the extremes -of right and wrong. He thinks that the object of poetry is -to please; and that astronomy is a very pleasing and useful study. -He thinks all this, and a great deal more, that amounts to nothing. -We wonder we have remembered one half of it—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘For true no-meaning puzzles more than wit.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Though he has an aversion to all new ideas, he likes all new plans -and matters-of-fact: the new Schools for All, the Penitentiary, the -new Bedlam, the new Steam-Boats, the Gas-Lights, the new Patent -Blacking; every thing of that sort but the Bible Society. The Society -for the Suppression of Vice he thinks a great nuisance, as every honest -man must.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In a word, a common-place critic is the pedant of polite conversation. -He refers to the opinion of Lord M. or Lady G. with the -same air of significance that the learned pedant does to the authority -<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>of Cicero or Virgil; retails the wisdom of the day, as the anecdote-monger -does the wit; and carries about with him the sentiments of -people of a certain respectability in life, as the dancing-master does -their air, or their valets their clothes.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Z.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 35.</span>]      ON THE CATALOGUE RAISONNÉ OF THE BRITISH INSTITUTION      [<span class='sc'>Nov. 10, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue Raisonné</span> of the pictures lately exhibited at the British -Institution is worthy of notice, both as it is understood to be a declaration -of the views of the Royal Academy, and as it contains some -erroneous notions with respect to art prevalent in this country. It -sets out with the following passages:—</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘The first resolution ever framed by the noblemen and gentlemen -who met to establish the British Institution, consists of the following -sentence, viz.:</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘“The <em>object</em> of the establishment is to facilitate, by a Public -Exhibition, the <em>Sale</em> of the productions of <em>British</em> artists.”</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Now, if the Directors had not felt quite certain as to the result -of the present Exhibition, (of the Flemish School), if they had not -perfectly satisfied themselves, that, instead of affording any, even the -least means of promoting <em>unfair and invidious comparisons, it would -produce abundant matter for exaltation to the living Artist</em>, can we -possibly imagine they, the foster-parents of British Art, would ever -have suffered such a display to have taken place? Certainly not. -If they had not foreseen and fully provided against <em>all such injurious -results</em>, by the deep and masterly manœuvre alluded to in our former -remarks, is it conceivable that the Directors would have acted in a -way so counter, so diametrically in opposition to this their fundamental -and leading principle? No, No! It is a position which all -sense of respect for their consistency will not suffer us to admit, -which all feelings of respect for their views forbid us to allow.</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Is it at all to be wondered at, that, in an Exhibition such as this, -where nothing <em>like a patriotic desire</em> to uphold the arts of their country -can possibly have place in the minds of the Directors, we should -attribute to them the desire of <em>holding up the old Masters to derision</em>, -inasmuch as good policy would allow? Is it to be wondered at, that, -when the Directors have the three-fold prospect, by so doing, of -estranging the silly and ignorant Collector from his false and senseless -infatuation for the <em>Black Masters</em>, of turning his <em>unjust preference</em> from -Foreign to British Art, and, by affording the living painters a just -encouragement, teach them to feel that becoming confidence in their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>powers, which an acknowledgment of their merits entitles them to? -Is it to be wondered at, we say, that a little duplicity should have -been practised upon this occasion, that some of our ill-advised -Collectors and second-rate picture Amateurs should have been singled -out as sheep for the sacrifice, and <em>thus ingeniously</em> made to pay unwilling -homage <em>to the talents of their countrymen</em>, through that very -medium by which they had previously been induced <em>to depreciate -them</em>?’—‘If, in our wish to please the Directors, we should, without -mercy, damn all that deserves damning, and effectually hide our -admiration for those pieces and passages which are truly entitled to -admiration, it must be placed entirely to that <em>patriotic sympathy</em>, which -we feel in common with the Directors, of holding up to the public, -as the first and great object, <span class='fss'>THE PATRONAGE OF MODERN ART</span>.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Once more:</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Who does not perceive (except those whose eyes are not made -for seeing more than they are told by others) that Vandyke’s portraits, -by the brilliant colour of the velvet hangings, are made to look as if -they had been newly fetched home from the clear-starcher, with a -double portion of blue in their ruffs? Who does not see, that the -angelic females in Rubens’s pictures (particularly in that of the -Brazen Serpent) labour under a fit of the bile, twice as severe as they -would do, if they were not suffering on red velvet? Who does not -see, from the same cause, that the landscapes by the same Master are -converted into <em>brown studies</em>, and that Rembrandt’s ladies and gentlemen -of fashion look as if they had been on duty for the whole of last -week in the Prince Regent’s new sewer? <em>And who, that has any -penetration, that has any gratitude, does not see, in seeing all this, the -anxious and benevolent solicitude of the Directors to keep the old masters -under?</em>’</p> - -<p class='c000'>So, then, this Writer would think it a matter of lively gratitude, -and of exultation in the breasts of living Artists, if the Directors, ‘in -their anxious and benevolent desire to keep the old Masters under,’ -had contrived to make Vandyke’s pictures look like starch and blue: -if they had converted Rubens’s pictures into brown studies, or a fit -of the bile; or had dragged Rembrandt’s through the Prince Regent’s -new sewers. It would have been a great gain, a great triumph to the -Academy and to the Art, to have nothing left of all the pleasure or -admiration which those painters had hitherto imparted to the world, -to find all the excellences which their works had been supposed to -possess, and all respect for them in the minds of the public destroyed, -and converted into sudden loathing and disgust. This is, according -to the Catalogue-writer and his friends, a consummation devoutly to -be wished for themselves and for the Art. All that is taken from -<span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>the old Masters is so much added to the moderns; the marring of Art -is the making of the Academy. This is the kind of patronage and -promotion of the Fine Arts on which he insists as necessary to keep -up the reputation of living Artists, and to ensure the sale of their -works. There is nothing then in common between the merits of the -old Masters and the doubtful claims of the new: <em>those</em> are not ‘the -scale by which we can ascend to the love’ of these. The excellences -of the latter are of their own making and of their own seeing; we -must take their own word for them; and not only so, but we must -sacrifice all established principles and all established reputation to -their upstart pretensions, because, if the old pictures are not totally -worthless, their own can be good for nothing. The only chance, -therefore, for the moderns, if the Catalogue-writer is to be believed, -is to decry all the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">chef-d’œuvres</span></span></i> of the Art, and to hold up all the -great names in it to derision. If the public once get to relish the -style of the old Masters, they will no longer tolerate theirs. But so -long as the old Masters can be <em>kept under</em>, the coloured caricatures of -the moderns, like <em>Mrs. Peachum’s</em> coloured handkerchiefs, ‘will be -of sure sale at their warehouse at Redriff.’ The Catalogue-writer -thinks it necessary, in order to raise the Art in this country, to -depreciate all Art in all other times and countries. He thinks that -the way to excite an enthusiastic admiration of genius in the public -is by setting the example of a vulgar and malignant hatred of it in -himself. He thinks to inspire a lofty spirit of emulation in the rising -generation, by shutting his eyes to the excellences of all the finest -models, or by pouring out upon them the overflowings of his gall and -envy, to disfigure them in the eyes of others; so that they may see -nothing in Raphael, in Titian, in Rubens, in Rembrandt, in Vandyke, -in Claude Lorraine, in Leonardo da Vinci, but the low wit and dirty -imagination of a paltry scribbler; and come away from the greatest -monuments of human capacity, without one feeling of excellence in -art, or of beauty or grandeur in nature. Nay, he would persuade us -that this is a great public and private benefit, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">viz.</span></i>, that there is no -such thing as excellence, as genius, as true fame, except what he and -his anonymous associates arrogate to themselves, with all the profit -and credit of this degradation of genius, this ruin of Art, this obloquy -and contempt heaped on great and unrivalled reputation. He thinks -it a likely mode of producing confidence in the existence and value -of Art, to prove that there never was any such thing, till the last annual -Exhibition of the Royal Academy. He would encourage a disinterested -love of Art, and a liberal patronage of it in the great and -opulent, by shewing that the living Artists have no regard, but the most -sovereign and reckless contempt for it, except as it can be made a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>temporary stalking-horse to their pride and avarice. The writer may -have a <em>patriotic sympathy</em> with the sale of modern works of Art, but -we do not see what sympathy there can be between the buyers and -sellers of these works, except in the love of the Art itself. When -we find that these patriotic persons would destroy the Art itself to -promote the sale of their pictures, we know what to say to them. -We are obliged to the zeal of our critic for having set this matter in -so clear a light. The public will feel little sympathy with a body of -Artists who disclaim all sympathy with all other Artists. They will -doubt their pretensions to genius who have no feeling of respect for -it in others; they will consider them as bastards, not children of the -Art, who would destroy their parent. The public will hardly consent, -when the proposition is put to them in this tangible shape, to give up -the cause of liberal art and of every liberal sentiment connected with -it, and enter, with their eyes open, into a pettifogging cabal to keep -the old Masters under, or hold their names up to derision ‘as good -sport,’ merely to gratify the selfish importunity of a gang of sturdy -beggars, who demand public encouragement and support, with a claim -of settlement in one hand, and a forged certificate of merit in the other. -They can only deserve well of the public by deserving well of the -Art. Have we taken these men from the plough, from the counter, -from the shop-board, from the tap-room and the stable-door, to raise -them to fortune, to rank, and distinction in life, for the sake of Art, -to give them a chance of doing something in Art like what had been -done before them, of promoting and refining the public taste, of -setting before them the great models of Art, and by a pure love of -truth and beauty, and by patient and disinterested aspirations after it, -of rising to the highest excellence, and of making themselves ‘a name -great above all names’; and do they now turn round upon us, and -because they have neglected these high objects of their true calling -for pitiful cabals and filling their pockets, insist that we shall league -with them in crushing the progress of Art, and the respect attached to -all its great efforts? There is no other country in the world in which -such a piece of impudent quackery could be put forward with impunity, -and still less in which it could be put forward in the garb of -patriotism. This is the effect of our gross island manners. The -Catalogue-writer carries his bear-garden notions of this virtue into the -Fine Arts, and would set about destroying Dutch or Italian pictures as -he would Dutch shipping or Italian liberty. He goes up to the -Rembrandts with the same swaggering Jack-tar airs as he would to -a battery of nine-pounders, and snaps his fingers at Raphael as he -would at the French. Yet he talks big about the Elgin Marbles, -because Mr. Payne Knight has made a slip on that subject; though, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>to be consistent, he ought to be for pounding them in a mortar, should -get his friend the Incendiary to set fire to the room building for them -at the British Museum, or should get Mr. Soane to build it. Patriotism -and the Fine Arts have nothing to do with one another—because -patriotism relates to exclusive advantages, and the advantages of the -Fine Arts are not exclusive, but communicable. The physical property -of one country cannot be shared without loss by another: the physical -force of one country may destroy that of another. These, therefore, -are objects of national jealousy and fear of encroachment: for the -interests or rights of different countries may be compromised in them. -But it is not so in the Fine Arts, which depend upon taste and knowledge. -We do not consume the works of Art as articles of food, of -clothing, or fuel; but we brood over their <em>idea</em>, which is accessible -to all, and may be multiplied without end, ‘with riches fineless.’ -Patriotism is ‘beastly; subtle as the fox for prey; like warlike as -the wolf for what it eats’; but Art is ideal, and therefore liberal. -The knowledge or perfection of Art in one age or country is the -cause of its existence or perfection in another. Art is the cause of -art in other men. Works of genius done by a Dutchman are the -cause of genius in an Englishman—are the cause of taste in an -Englishman. The patronage of foreign Art is, not to prevent, but -to promote Art in England. It does not prevent, but promote taste -in England. Art subsists by communication, not by exclusion. The -light of art, like that of nature, shines on all alike; and its benefit, -like that of the sun, is in being seen and felt. The spirit of art is -not the spirit of trade: it is not a question between the grower or -consumer of some perishable and personal commodity: but it is a -question between human genius and human taste, how much the one -can produce for the benefit of mankind, and how much the other can -enjoy. It is ‘the link of peaceful commerce ‘twixt dividable shores.’ -To take from it this character is to take from it its best privilege, its -humanity. Would any one, except our Catalogue-virtuoso, think of -destroying or concealing the monuments of Art in past ages, as inconsistent -with the progress of taste and civilisation in the present? -Would any one find fault with the introduction of the works of -Raphael into this country, as if their being done by an Italian confined -the benefit to a foreign country, when all the benefit, all the -great and lasting benefit, (except the purchase-money, the lasting -burden of the Catalogue, and the great test of the value of Art in -the opinion of the writer), is instantly communicated to all eyes -that behold, and all hearts that can feel them? It is many years ago -since we first saw the prints of the Cartoons hung round the parlour -of a little inn on the great north road. We were then very young, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>and had not been initiated into the principles of taste and refinement -of the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue Raisonné</span></cite>. We had heard of the fame of the -Cartoons, but this was the first time that we had ever been admitted -face to face into the presence of those divine works. ‘How were -we then uplifted!’ Prophets and Apostles stood before us, and the -Saviour of the Christian world, with his attributes of faith and -power; miracles were working on the walls; the hand of Raphael -was there, and as his pencil traced the lines, we saw god-like spirits -and lofty shapes descend and walk visibly the earth, but as if their -thoughts still lifted them above the earth. There was that figure -of St. Paul, pointing with noble fervour to ‘temples not made with -hands, eternal in the heavens,’ and that finer one of Christ in the -boat, whose whole figure seems sustained by meekness and love, and -that of the same person, surrounded by the disciples, like a flock of -sheep listening to the music of some divine shepherd. We knew -not how enough to admire them. If from this transport and -delight there arose in our breasts a wish, a deep aspiration of mingled -hope and fear, to be able one day to do something like them, that -hope has long since vanished; but not with it the love of Art, nor -delight in works of Art, nor admiration of the genius which produces -them, nor respect for fame which rewards and crowns them! Did -we suspect that in this feeling of enthusiasm for the works of Raphael -we were deficient in patriotic sympathy, or that, in spreading it as -far as we could, we did an injury to our country or to living Art? -The very feeling shewed that there was no such distinction in Art, -that her benefits were common, that the power of genius, like the -spirit of the world, is everywhere alike present. And would the -harpies of criticism try to extinguish this common benefit to their -country from a pretended exclusive attachment to their countrymen? -Would they rob their country of Raphael to set up the credit of their -professional little-goes and E. O. tables—‘cutpurses of the Art, that -from the shelf the precious diadem stole, and put it in their pockets’? -Tired of exposing such folly, we walked out the other day, and saw -a bright cloud resting on the bosom of the blue expanse, which -reminded us of what we had seen in some picture in the Louvre. -We were suddenly roused from our reverie, by recollecting that till -we had answered this catchpenny publication we had no right, without -being liable to a charge of disaffection to our country or treachery -to the Art, to look at nature, or to think of any thing like it in Art, not -of British growth and manufacture!</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span> - <h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 36.</span>]      THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED      [<span class='sc'>Nov. 10, 17, 1816.</span></h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>The Catalogue-writer nicknames the Flemish painters ‘the Black -Masters.’ Either this means that the works of Rubens and Vandyke -were originally black pictures, that is, deeply shadowed like those -of Rembrandt, which is false, there being no painter who used so -little shadow as Vandyke, or so much colour as Rubens; or it must -mean that their pictures have turned darker with time, that is, that -the art itself is a black art. Is this a triumph for the Academy? -Is the defect and decay of Art a subject of exultation to the national -genius? Then there is no hope (in this country at least) ‘that a -great man’s memory may outlive him half a year!’ Do they calculate -that the decomposition and gradual disappearance of the standard -works of Art will quicken the demand, and facilitate the sale of modern -pictures? Have they no hope of immortality themselves, that they -are glad to see the inevitable dissolution of all that has long flourished -in splendour and in honour? They are pleased to find, that at the -end of near two hundred years, the pictures of Vandyke and Rubens -have suffered half as much from time as those of their late President -have done in thirty or forty, or their own in the last ten or twelve -years. So that the glory of painting is that it does not last for ever: -it is this which puts the ancients and the moderns on a level. They -hail with undisguised satisfaction the approaches of the slow mouldering -hand of time in those works which have lasted longest, not -anticipating the premature fate of their own. Such is their short-sighted -ambition. A picture is with them like the frame it is in, -<em>as good as new</em>; and the best picture, that which was last painted. -They make the weak side of Art the test of its excellence; and -though a modern picture of two years standing is hardly fit to be -seen, from the general ignorance of the painter in the mechanical as -well as other parts of the Art, yet they are sure at any time to get -the start of Rubens or Vandyke, by painting a picture against the day -of exhibition. We even question whether they would wish to make -their own pictures last if they could, and whether they would not -destroy their own works as well as those of others, (like chalk figures -on the floors), to have new ones bespoke the next day. The Flemish -pictures then, except those of Rembrandt, were not originally black; -they have not faded in proportion to the length of time they have -been painted. All that comes then of the nickname in the Catalogue is, -that the pictures of the old Masters have lasted longer than those of the -present members of the Royal Academy, and that the latter, it is to be -<span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>presumed, do not wish their works to last so long, lest they should be -called the <em>Black Masters</em>. With respect to Rembrandt, this epitaph -may be literally true. But, we would ask, whether the style of -<i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">chiaroscuro</span></i>, in which Rembrandt painted, is not one fine view of nature -and of art? Whether any other painter carried it to the same height -of perfection as he did? Whether any other painter ever joined the -same depth of shadow with the same clearness? Whether his tones -were not as fine as they were true? Whether a more thorough master -of his art ever lived? Whether he deserved for this to be nicknamed -by the Writer of the Catalogue, or to have his works ‘kept under, or -himself held up to derision,’ by the Patrons and Directors of the -British Institution for the support and encouragement of the Fine Arts?</p> - -<p class='c000'>But we have heard it said by a disciple and commentator on the -Catalogue, (one would think it was hardly possible to descend lower -than the writer himself), that the Directors of the British Institution -assume a consequence to themselves, hostile to the pretensions of -modern professors, out of the reputation of the old Masters, whom -they affect to look upon with wonder, to worship as something preternatural;—that -they consider the bare possession of an old picture as -a title to distinction, and the respect paid to Art as the highest pretension -of the owner. And is this then a subject of complaint with -the Academy, that genius is thus thought of, when its claims are once -fully established? That those high qualities, which are beyond the -estimate of ignorance and selfishness while living, receive their reward -from distant ages? Do they not ‘feel the future in the instant’? -Do they not know, that those qualities which appeal neither to interest -nor passion can only find their level with time, and would they -annihilate the only pretensions they have? Or have they no conscious -affinity with true genius, no claim to the reversion of true fame, no -right of succession to this lasting inheritance and final reward of great -exertions, which they would therefore destroy, to prevent others from -enjoying it? Does all their ambition begin and end in their <em>patriotic -sympathy</em> with the sale of modern works of Art, and have they no -fellow-feeling with the hopes and final destiny of human genius? -What poet ever complained of the respect paid to Homer as derogatory -to himself? The envy and opposition to established fame is -peculiar to the race of modern Artists; and it is to be hoped it will -remain so. It is the fault of their education. It is only by a liberal -education that we learn to feel respect for the past, or to take an -interest in the future. The knowledge of Artists is too often confined -to their art, and their views to their own interest. Even in this they -are wrong:—in all respects they are wrong. As a mere matter of -trade, the prejudice in favour of old pictures does not prevent but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>assist the sale of modern works of Art. If there was not a prejudice -in favour of old pictures, there could be a prejudice in favour of none, -and none would be sold. The professors seem to think, that for -every old picture not sold, one of their own would be. This is a false -calculation. The contrary is true. For every old picture not sold, -one of their own (in proportion) would <em>not</em> be sold. The practice of -buying pictures is a habit, and it must begin with those pictures which -have a character and name, and not with those which have none. -‘Depend upon it,’ says Mr. Burke in a letter to Barry, ‘whatever -attracts public attention to the Arts, will in the end be for the benefit of -the Artists themselves.’ Again, do not the Academicians know, that -it is a contradiction in terms, that a man should enjoy the advantages -of posthumous fame in his lifetime? Most men cease to be of any -consequence at all when they are dead; but it is the privilege of the -man of genius to survive himself. But he cannot in the nature of -things anticipate this privilege—because in all that appeals to the -general intellect of mankind, this appeal is strengthened, as it spreads -wider and is acknowledged; because a man cannot unite in himself -personally the suffrages of distant ages and nations; because popularity, -a newspaper puff, cannot have the certainty of lasting fame; because -it does not carry the same weight of sympathy with it; because it -cannot have the same interest, the same refinement or grandeur. If -Mr. West was equal to Raphael, (which he is not), if Mr. Lawrence -was equal to Vandyke or Titian, (which he is not), if Mr. Turner -was equal to Claude Lorraine, (which he is not), if Mr. Wilkie was -equal to Teniers, (which he is not), yet they could not, nor ought -they to be thought of in the same manner, because there could not be -the same proof of it, nor the same confidence in the opinion of a man -and his friends, or of any one generation, as in that of successive -generations and the voice of posterity. If it is said that we pass over -the faults of the one, and severely scrutinise the excellences of the -other; this is also right and necessary, because the one have passed -their trial, and the others are upon it. If we forgive or overlook -the faults of the ancients, it is because they have dearly earned it at -our hands. We ought to have some objects to indulge our enthusiasm -upon; and we ought to indulge it upon the highest, and those that are -surest of deserving it. Would one of our Academicians expect us to -look at his new house in one of the new squares with the same -veneration as at Michael Angelo’s, which he built with his own hands, -as at Tully’s villa, or at the tomb of Virgil? We have no doubt -they would, but we cannot. Besides, if it were possible to transfer -our old prejudices to new candidates, the way to effect this is not by -destroying them. If we have no confidence in all that has gone -<span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>before us, in what has received the sanction of time and the concurring -testimony of disinterested judges, are we to believe all of a sudden -that excellence has started up in our own times, because it never -existed before: are we to take the Artists’ own word for their -superiority to their predecessors? There is one other plea made by -the moderns, ‘that they must live,’ and the answer to it is, that -they do live. An Academician makes his thousand a-year by portrait-painting, -and complains that the encouragement given to foreign Art -deprives him of the means of subsistence, and prevents him from -indulging his genius in works of high history,—‘playing at will his -virgin fancies wild.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>As to the comparative merits of the ancients and the moderns, it -does not admit of a question. The odds are too much in favour of -the former, because it is likely that more good pictures were painted -in the last three hundred than in the last thirty years. Now, the old -pictures are the best remaining out of all that period, setting aside -those of living Artists. If they are bad, the Art itself is good for -nothing; for they are the best that ever were. They are not good, -because they are old; but they have become old, because they are -good. The question is not between this and any other generation, -but between the present and all preceding generations, whom the -Catalogue-writer, in his misguided zeal, undertakes to vilify and ‘to -keep under, or hold up to derision.’ To say that the great names -which have come down to us are not worth any thing, is to say that -the mountain-tops which we see in the farthest horizon are not so high -as the intervening objects. If there had been any greater painters -than Vandyke or Rubens, or Raphael or Rembrandt, or N. Poussin -or Claude Lorraine, we should have heard of them, we should have -seen them in the Gallery, and we should have read a patriotic and -disinterested account of them in the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue Raisonné</span></cite>. Waiving -the unfair and invidious comparison between all former excellence -and the concentrated essence of it in the present age, let us ask who, -in the last generation of painters, was equal to the old masters? Was -it Highmore, or Hayman, or Hudson, or Kneller? Who was the -English Raphael, or Rubens, or Vandyke, of that day, to whom the -Catalogue-critic would have extended his patriotic sympathy and -damning patronage? Kneller, we have been told, was thought -superior to Vandyke by the persons of fashion whom he painted. So -St. Thomas Apostle seems higher than St. Paul’s while you are close -under it; but the farther off you go the higher the mighty dome -aspires into the skies. What is become of all those great men who -flourished in our own time—‘like flowers in men’s caps, dying or ere -they sicken’—Hoppner, Opie, Shee, Loutherbourg, Rigaud, Romney, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>Barry, the painters of the Shakspeare Gallery? ‘Gone to the vault -of all the Capulets,’ and their pictures with them, or before them! -Shall we put more faith in their successors? Shall we take the words -of their friends for their taste and genius? No, we will stick to what -we know will stick to us, the ‘heirlooms’ of the Art, the Black -Masters. The picture, for instance, of Charles <span class='fss'>I.</span> on horseback, which -our critic criticises with such heavy drollery, is worth all the pictures -that were ever exhibited at the Royal Academy (from the time of -Sir Joshua to the present time inclusive) put together. It shews -more knowledge and feeling of the Art, more skill and beauty, more -sense of what it is in objects that gives pleasure to the eye, with more -power to communicate this pleasure to the world. If either this -single picture, or all the lumber that has ever appeared at the Academy, -were to be destroyed, there could not be a question which, with any -Artist or with any judge or lover of Art. So stands the account -between ancient and modern Art! By this we may judge of all the -rest. The Catalogue-writer makes some strictures in the second part -on the Waterloo Exhibition, which he does not think what it ought -to be. We wonder he had another word to say on modern Art after -seeing it. He should instantly have taken the resolution of <em>Iago</em>, -‘From this time forth I never will speak more.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The writer of the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue Raisonné</span></cite> has fallen foul of two things -which ought to be sacred to Artists and lovers of Art—Genius and -Fame. If they are not sacred to them, we do not know to whom -they will be sacred. A work such as the present shews that the -person who could write it must either have no knowledge or taste -for Art, or must be actuated by a feeling of unaccountable malignity -towards it. It shews that any body of men by whom it could be -set on foot or encouraged are not an Academy of Art. It shews that -a country in which such a publication could make its appearance is -not the country of the Fine Arts. Does the writer think to prove the -genius of his countrymen for Art by proclaiming their utter insensibility -and flagitious contempt for all beauty and excellence in the art, -except in their own works? No! it is very true that the English -are a shopkeeping nation; and the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue Raisonné</span></cite> is the proof -of it.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Finally, the works of the moderns are not, like those of the Old -Masters, a second nature. Oh Art, true likeness of nature, ‘balm of -hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s -feast,’ of what would our Catalogue-mongers deprive us in depriving -us of thee and of thy glories, of the lasting works of the great Painters, -and of their names no less magnificent, grateful to our hearts as -the sound of celestial harmony from other spheres, waking around us -<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>(whether heard or not) from youth to age, the stay, the guide and -anchor of our purest thoughts; whom, having once seen, we always -remember, and who teach us to see all things through them; without -whom life would be to begin again, and the earth barren; of Raphael, -who lifted the human form half way to heaven; of Titian, who -painted the mind in the face, and unfolded the soul of things to the -eye; of Rubens, around whose pencil gorgeous shapes thronged -numberless, startling us by the novel accidents of form and colour, -putting the spirit of motion into the universe, and weaving a gay -fantastic round and Bacchanalian dance with nature; of thee, too, -Rembrandt, who didst redeem one half of nature from obloquy, from -the nickname in the Catalogue, ‘smoothing the raven down of darkness -till it smiled,’ and tinging it with a light like streaks of burnished -ore; of these, and more, of whom the world is scarce worthy; and -what would they give us in return? Nothing.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 37.</span>]      ON POETICAL VERSATILITY      [<span class='sc'>Dec. 22, 1816.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>The spirit of poetry is in itself favourable to humanity and liberty: -but, we suspect, not when its aid is most wanted. The spirit of -poetry is not the spirit of mortification or of martyrdom. Poetry -dwells in a perpetual Utopia of its own, and is for that reason very -ill calculated to make a Paradise upon earth, by encountering the -shocks and disappointments of the world. Poetry, like law, is a -fiction, only a more agreeable one. It does not create difficulties -where they do not exist; but contrives to get rid of them, whether -they exist or not. It is not entangled in cobwebs of its own making, -but soars above all obstacles. It cannot be ‘constrained by mastery.’ -It has the range of the universe; it traverses the empyrean, and looks -down on nature from a higher sphere. When it lights upon the -earth, it loses some of its dignity and its use. Its strength is in its -wings; its element the air. Standing on its feet, jostling with the -crowd, it is liable to be overthrown, trampled on, and defaced; for -its wings are of a dazzling brightness, ‘heaven’s own tinct,’ and the -least soil upon them shews to disadvantage. Sullied, degraded as -we have seen it, we shall not insult over it, but leave it to Time to -take out the stains, seeing it is a thing immortal as itself. ‘Being -so majestical, we should do it wrong to offer it the show of violence.’ -But the best things, in their abuse, often become the worst; and so -it is with poetry when it is diverted from its proper end. Poets live -in an ideal world, where they make everything out according to their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>wishes and fancies. They either find things delightful or make them -so. They feign the beautiful and grand out of their own minds, and -imagine all things to be, not what they are, but what they ought to -be. They are naturally inventors, creators of truth, of love, and -beauty: and while they speak to us from the sacred shrine of their -own hearts, while they pour out the pure treasures of thought to the -world, they cannot be too much admired and applauded: but when, -forgetting their high calling, and becoming tools and puppets in the -hands of power, they would pass off the gewgaws of corruption and -love-tokens of self-interest as the gifts of the Muse, they cannot be -too much despised and shunned. We do not like novels founded on -facts, nor do we like poets turned courtiers. Poets, it has been said, -succeed best in fiction: and they should for the most part stick to it. -Invention, not upon an imaginary subject, is a lie: the varnishing -over the vices or deformities of actual objects is hypocrisy. Players -leave their finery at the stage-door, or they would be hooted; poets -come out into the world with all their bravery on, and yet they -would pass for <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">bona fide</span></i> persons. They lend the colours of fancy to -whatever they see: whatever they touch becomes gold, though it -were lead. With them every Joan is a lady; and kings and queens -are human. Matters of fact they embellish at their will, and reason -is the plaything of their passions, their caprice, or their interest. -There is no practice so base of which they will not become the -panders: no sophistry of which their understanding may not be made -the voluntary dupe. Their only object is to please their fancy. -Their souls are effeminate, half man and half woman:—they want -fortitude, and are without principle. If things do not turn out according -to their wishes, they will make their wishes turn round to things. -They can easily overlook whatever they do not like, and make an -idol of any thing they please. The object of poetry is to please: this -art naturally gives pleasure, and excites admiration. Poets, therefore, -cannot do well without sympathy and flattery. It is accordingly -very much against the grain that they remain long on the unpopular -side of the question. They do not like to be shut out when laurels -are to be given away at Court—or places under Government to be -disposed of, in romantic situations in the country. They are happy -to be reconciled on the first opportunity to prince and people, and to -exchange their principles for a pension. They have not always -strength of mind to think for themselves, nor courage enough to bear -the unjust stigma of the opinions they have taken upon trust from -others. Truth alone does not satisfy their pampered appetites without -the sauce of praise. To prefer truth to all other things, it -requires that the mind should have been at some pains in finding it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>out, and that we should feel a severe delight in the contemplation of -truth, seen by its own clear light, and not as it is reflected in the -admiring eyes of the world. A philosopher may perhaps make a -shift to be contented with the sober draughts of reason: a poet must -have the applause of the world to intoxicate him. Milton was, -however, a poet, and an honest man; he was Cromwell’s secretary.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>T. T.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 38.</span>]      ON ACTORS AND ACTING      [<span class='sc'>Jan. 5, 1817.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>Players are ‘the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time’; the -motley representatives of human nature. They are the only honest -hypocrites. Their life is a voluntary dream; a studied madness. -The height of their ambition is to be <em>beside themselves</em>. To-day kings, -to-morrow beggars, it is only when they are themselves, that they are -nothing. Made up of mimic laughter and tears, passing from the -extremes of joy or woe at the prompter’s call, they wear the livery -of other men’s fortunes; their very thoughts are not their own. -They are, as it were, train-bearers in the pageant of life, and hold a -glass up to humanity, frailer than itself. We see ourselves at second-hand -in them: they shew us all that we are, all that we wish to be, -and all that we dread to be. The stage is an epitome, a bettered -likeness of the world, with the dull part left out: and, indeed, with -this omission, it is nearly big enough to hold all the rest. What -brings the resemblance nearer is, that, as <em>they</em> imitate us, we, in our -turn, imitate them. How many fine gentlemen do we owe to the -stage? How many romantic lovers are mere Romeos in masquerade? -How many soft bosoms have heaved with Juliet’s sighs? They -teach us when to laugh and when to weep, when to love and when to -hate, upon principle and with a good grace! Wherever there is a -play-house, the world will go on not amiss. The stage not only -refines the manners, but it is the best teacher of morals, for it is the -truest and most intelligible picture of life. It stamps the image of -virtue on the mind by first softening the rude materials of which it is -composed, by a sense of pleasure. It regulates the passions by giving -a loose to the imagination. It points out the selfish and depraved to -our detestation, the amiable and generous to our admiration; and if -it clothes the more seductive vices with the borrowed graces of wit -and fancy, even those graces operate as a diversion to the coarser -poison of experience and bad example, and often prevent or carry off -the infection by inoculating the mind with a certain taste and elegance. -To shew how little we agree with the common declamations against -<span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>the immoral tendency of the stage on this score, we will hazard a -conjecture, that the acting of the Beggar’s Opera a certain number of -nights every year since it was first brought out, has done more towards -putting down the practice of highway robbery, than all the gibbets that -ever were erected. A person, after seeing this piece is too deeply -imbued with a sense of humanity, is in too good humour with himself -and the rest of the world, to set about cutting throats or rifling -pockets. Whatever makes a jest of vice, leaves it too much a matter -of indifference for any one in his senses to rush desperately on his -ruin for its sake. We suspect that just the contrary effect must be -produced by the representation of George Barnwell, which is too -much in the style of the Ordinary’s sermon to meet with any better -success. The mind, in such cases, instead of being deterred by the -alarming consequences held out to it, revolts against the denunciation -of them as an insult offered to its free-will, and, in a spirit of defiance, -returns a practical answer to them, by daring the worst that can -happen. The most striking lesson ever read to levity and licentiousness, -is in the last act of the Inconstant, where young Mirabel is -preserved by the fidelity of his mistress, Orinda, in the disguise of a -page, from the hands of assassins, into whose power he has been -allured by the temptations of vice and beauty. There never was a -rake who did not become in imagination a reformed man, during the -representation of the last trying scenes of this admirable comedy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If the stage is useful as a school of instruction, it is no less so as -a source of amusement. It is the source of the greatest enjoyment at -the time, and a never-failing fund of agreeable reflection afterwards. -The merits of a new play, or of a new actor, are always among the -first topics of polite conversation. One way in which public exhibitions -contribute to refine and humanise mankind, is by supplying them -with ideas and subjects of conversation and interest in common. The -progress of civilisation is in proportion to the number of common-places -current in society. For instance, if we meet with a stranger -at an inn or in a stage-coach, who knows nothing but his own affairs, -his shop, his customers, his farm, his pigs, his poultry, we can carry -on no conversation with him on these local and personal matters: the -only way is to let him have all the talk to himself. But if he has -fortunately ever seen Mr. Liston act, this is an immediate topic of -mutual conversation, and we agree together the rest of the evening in -discussing the merits of that inimitable actor, with the same satisfaction -as in talking over the affairs of the most intimate friend.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If the stage thus introduces us familiarly to our contemporaries, it -also brings us acquainted with former times. It is an interesting -revival of past ages, manners, opinions, dresses, persons, and actions,—whether -<span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>it carries us back to the wars of York and Lancaster, or -half way back to the heroic times of Greece and Rome, in some -translation from the French, or quite back to the age of Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span> -in the scenes of Congreve and of Etherege, (the gay Sir George!)—happy -age, when kings and nobles led purely ornamental lives; when -the utmost stretch of a morning’s study went no further than the -choice of a sword-knot, or the adjustment of a side-curl; when the -soul spoke out in all the pleasing eloquence of dress; and beaux and -belles, enamoured of themselves in one another’s follies, fluttered like -gilded butterflies in giddy mazes through the walks of St. James’s -Park!</p> - -<p class='c000'>A good company of comedians, a Theatre-Royal judiciously managed, -is your true Herald’s College; the only Antiquarian Society, that is -worth a rush. It is for this reason that there is such an air of -romance about players, and that it is pleasanter to see them, even in -their own persons, than any of the three learned professions. We -feel more respect for John Kemble in a plain coat, than for the Lord -Chancellor on the woolsack. He is surrounded, to our eyes, with -a greater number of imposing recollections: he is a more reverend -piece of formality; a more complicated tissue of costume. We do -not know whether to look upon this accomplished actor as Pierre or -King John or Coriolanus or Cato or Leontes or the Stranger. But -we see in him a stately hieroglyphic of humanity; a living monument -of departed greatness, a sombre comment on the rise and fall of -kings. We look after him till he is out of sight, as we listen to a -story of one of Ossian’s heroes, to ‘a tale of other times!’</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most affecting things we know is to see a favourite -actor take leave of the stage. We were present not long ago when -Mr. Bannister quitted it. We do not wonder that his feelings were -overpowered on the occasion: ours were nearly so too. We remembered -him, in the first heyday of our youthful spirits, in the -<cite>Prize</cite>, in which he played so delightfully with that fine old croaker -Suett, and Madame Storace,—in the farce of <cite>My Grandmother</cite>, in the -<cite>Son-in-Law</cite>, in <cite>Autolycus</cite>, and in <cite>Scrub</cite>, in which our satisfaction was -at its height. At that time, King and Parsons, and Dodd, and -Quick, and Edwin were in the full vigour of their reputation, who -are now all gone. We still feel the vivid delight with which we -used to see their names in the play-bills, as we went along to the -Theatre. Bannister was one of the last of these that remained; and -we parted with him as we should with one of our oldest and best -friends. The most pleasant feature in the profession of a player, and -which, indeed, is peculiar to it, is that we not only admire the talents -of those who adorn it, but we contract a personal intimacy with them. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>There is no class of society whom so many persons regard with -affection as actors. We greet them on the stage; we like to meet -them in the streets; they almost always recall to us pleasant associations; -and we feel our gratitude excited, without the uneasiness of a -sense of obligation. The very gaiety and popularity, however, which -surround the life of a favourite performer, make the retiring from it -a very serious business. It glances a mortifying reflection on the -shortness of human life, and the vanity of human pleasures. Something -reminds us, that ‘all the world’s a stage, and all the men and -women merely players.’</p> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 39.</span>]      ON THE SAME      [<span class='sc'>Jan. 5, 1817.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It has been considered as the misfortune of first-rate talents for the -stage, that they leave no record behind them except that of vague -rumour, and that the genius of a great actor perishes with him, -‘leaving the world no copy.’ This is a misfortune, or at least an -unpleasant circumstance, to actors; but it is, perhaps, an advantage -to the stage. It leaves an opening to originality. The stage is -always beginning anew; the candidates for theatrical reputation are -always setting out afresh, unencumbered by the affectation of the -faults or excellences of their predecessors. In this respect, we -should imagine that the average quantity of dramatic talent remains -more nearly the same than that in any other walk of art. In no -other instance do the complaints of the degeneracy of the moderns -seem so unfounded as in this; and Colley Cibber’s account of the -regular decline of the stage, from the time of Shakspeare to that of -Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span>, and from the time of Charles <span class='fss'>II.</span> to the beginning of -George <span class='fss'>II.</span> appears quite ridiculous. The stage is a place where -genius is sure to come upon its legs, in a generation or two at farthest. -In the other arts, (as painting and poetry), it has been contended that -what has been well done already, by giving rise to endless vapid -imitations, is an obstacle to what might be done well hereafter: that -the models or <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">chef-d’œuvres</span></span></i> of art, where they are accumulated, choke -up the path to excellence; and that the works of genius, where they -can be rendered permanent and handed down from age to age, not -only prevent, but render superfluous, future productions of the same -kind. We have not, neither do we want, two Shakspeares, two -Miltons, two Raphaels, any more than we require two suns in the -same sphere. Even Miss O’Neill stands a little in the way of our -recollections of Mrs. Siddons. But Mr. Kean is an excellent substitute -for the memory of Garrick, whom we never saw. When an -<span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>author dies, it is no matter, for his works remain. When a great -actor dies, there is a void produced in society, a gap which requires -to be filled up. Who does not go to see Kean? Who, if Garrick -were alive, would go to see him? At least one or the other must -have quitted the stage. We have seen what a ferment has been -excited among our living artists by the exhibition of the works of the -old Masters at the British Gallery. What would the actors say to -it, if, by any spell or power of necromancy, all the celebrated actors, -for the last hundred years could be made to appear again on the boards -of Covent Garden and Drury-Lane, for the last time, in all their -most brilliant parts? What a rich treat to the town, what a feast -for the critics, to go and see Betterton, and Booth, and Wilks, and -Sandford, and Nokes, and Leigh, and Penkethman, and Bullock, and -Estcourt, and Dogget, and Mrs. Barry, and Mrs. Montfort, and -Mrs. Oldfield, and Mrs. Bracegirdle, and Mrs. Cibber, and Cibber -himself, the prince of coxcombs, and Macklin, and Quin, and Rich, -and Mrs. Clive, and Mrs. Pritchard, and Mrs. Abington, and Weston, -and Shuter, and Garrick, and all the rest of those who ‘gladdened -life, and whose deaths eclipsed the gaiety of nations’! We should -certainly be there. We should buy a ticket for the season. We -should enjoy <em>our hundred days</em> again. We should not lose a single -night. We would not, for a great deal, be absent from Betterton’s -Hamlet or his Brutus, or from Booth’s Cato, as it was first acted to -the contending applause of Whigs and Tories. We should be in the -first row when Mrs. Barry (who was kept by Lord Rochester, and -with whom Otway was in love) played Monimia or Belvidera; and -we suppose we should go to see Mrs. Bracegirdle (with whom all -the world was in love) in all her parts. We should then know -exactly whether Penkethman’s manner of picking a chicken, and -Bullock’s mode of devouring asparagus, answered to the ingenious -account of them in the Tatler; and whether Dogget was equal to -Dowton—whether Mrs. Montfort<a id='r63' /><a href='#f63' class='c012'><sup>[63]</sup></a> or Mrs. Abington was the finest -<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>lady—whether Wilks or Cibber was the best Sir Harry Wildair—whether -Macklin was really ‘the Jew that Shakspeare drew,’ and -whether Garrick was, upon the whole, so great an actor as the world -have made him out! Many people have a strong desire to pry into -the secrets of futurity: for our own parts, we should be satisfied if -we had the power to recall the dead, and live the past over again -as often as we pleased! Players, after all, have little reason to complain -of their hard-earned, short-lived popularity. One thunder of -applause from pit, boxes, and gallery, is equal to a whole immortality -of posthumous fame: and when we hear an actor, whose modesty is -equal to his merit, declare, that he would like to see a dog wag his -tail in approbation, what must he feel when he sees the whole house -in a roar! Besides, Fame, as if their reputation had been entrusted -to her alone, has been particularly careful of the renown of her -theatrical favourites: she forgets one by one, and year by year, those -who have been great lawyers, great statesmen, and great warriors in -their day; but the name of Garrick still survives with the works of -Reynolds and of Johnson.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Actors have been accused, as a profession, of being extravagant -and dissipated. While they are said to be so as a piece of common -cant, they are likely to continue so. But there is a sentence in -Shakspeare which should be stuck as a label in the mouths of our -beadles and whippers-in of morality: ‘The web of our life is of a -mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if -our faults whipped them not: and our vices would despair if they -were not cherished by our virtues.’ With respect to the extravagance -of actors, as a traditional character, it is not to be wondered -at. They live from hand to mouth: they plunge from want into -<span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>luxury; they have no means of making money <em>breed</em>, and all professions -that do not live by turning money into money, or have not -a certainty of accumulating it in the end by parsimony, spend it. -Uncertain of the future, they make sure of the present moment. -This is not unwise. Chilled with poverty, steeped in contempt, they -sometimes pass into the sunshine of fortune, and are lifted to the very -pinnacle of public favour; yet even there cannot calculate on the -continuance of success, but are, ‘like the giddy sailor on the mast, -ready with every blast to topple down into the fatal bowels of the -deep!’ Besides, if the young enthusiast, who is smitten with the -stage, and with the public as a mistress, were naturally a close <em>hunks</em>, -he would become or remain a city clerk, instead of turning player. -Again, with respect to the habit of convivial indulgence, an actor, -to be a good one, must have a great spirit of enjoyment in himself, -strong impulses, strong passions, and a strong sense of pleasure: for -it is his business to imitate the passions, and to communicate pleasure -to others. A man of genius is not a machine. The neglected actor -may be excused if he drinks oblivion of his disappointments; the -successful one, if he quaffs the applause of the world, and enjoys the -friendship of those who are the friends of the favourites of fortune, -in draughts of nectar. There is no path so steep as that of fame: -no labour so hard as the pursuit of excellence. The intellectual -excitement, inseparable from those professions which call forth all -our sensibility to pleasure and pain, requires some corresponding -physical excitement to support our failure, and not a little to allay -the ferment of the spirits attendant on success. If there is any -tendency to dissipation beyond this in the profession of a player, -it is owing to the prejudices entertained against them, to that spirit of -bigotry which in a neighbouring country would deny actors Christian -burial after their death, and to that cant of criticism, which, in our -own, slurs over their characters, while living, with a half-witted jest.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A London engagement is generally considered by actors as the -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ne plus ultra</span></i> of their ambition, as ‘a consummation devoutly to be -wished,’ as the great prize in the lottery of their professional life. -But this appears to us, who are not in the secret, to be rather the -prose termination of their adventurous career: it is the provincial -commencement that is the poetical and truly enviable part of it. -After that, they have comparatively little to hope or fear. ‘The -wine of life is drunk, and but the lees remain.’ In London, they -become gentlemen, and the King’s servants: but it is the romantic -mixture of the hero and the vagabond that constitutes the essence of -the player’s life. It is the transition from their real to their assumed -characters, from the contempt of the world to the applause of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>multitude, that gives its zest to the latter, and raises them as much -above common humanity at night, as in the daytime they are depressed -below it. ‘Hurried from fierce extremes, by contrast made more -fierce,’—it is rags and a flock-bed which give their splendour to a -plume of feathers and a throne. We should suppose, that if the -most admired actor on the London stage were brought to confession -on this point, he would acknowledge that all the applause he had -received from ‘brilliant and overflowing audiences,’ was nothing to -the light-headed intoxication of unlooked-for success in a barn. In -town, actors are criticised: in country-places, they are wondered at, -or hooted at: it is of little consequence which, so that the interval -is not too long between. For ourselves, we own that the description -of the strolling player in Gil Blas, soaking his dry crusts in the well -by the roadside, presents to us a perfect picture of human felicity.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'><span class='sc'>No. 40.</span>]      WHY THE ARTS ARE NOT PROGRESSIVE?—A FRAGMENT      [<span class='sc'>Jan. 11, 15; Sep. 11, 1814.</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>It is often made a subject of complaint and surprise, that the arts in -this country, and in modern times, have not kept pace with the general -progress of society and civilisation in other respects, and it has been -proposed to remedy the deficiency by more carefully availing ourselves -of the advantages which time and circumstances have placed within -our reach, but which we have hitherto neglected, the study of the -antique, the formation of academies, and the distribution of prizes.</p> - -<p class='c000'>First, the complaint itself, that the arts do not attain that progressive -degree of perfection which might reasonably be expected -from them, proceeds on a false notion, for the analogy appealed to in -support of the regular advances of art to higher degrees of excellence, -totally fails; it applies to science, not to art. Secondly, the -expedients proposed to remedy the evil by adventitious means are only -calculated to confirm it. The arts hold immediate communication -with nature, and are only derived from that source. When that -original impulse no longer exists, when the inspiration of genius is fled, -all the attempts to recal it are no better than the tricks of galvanism -to restore the dead to life. The arts may be said to resemble Antæus -in his struggle with Hercules, who was strangled when he was raised -above the ground, and only revived and recovered his strength when -he touched his mother earth.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>Nothing is more contrary to the fact than the supposition that in -what we understand by the <em>fine arts</em>, as painting and poetry, relative -perfection is only the result of repeated efforts, and that what has -been once well done constantly leads to something better. What is -mechanical, reducible to rule, or capable of demonstration, is progressive, -and admits of gradual improvement: what is not mechanical -or definite, but depends on genius, taste, and feeling, very soon -becomes stationary or retrograde, and loses more than it gains by -transfusion. The contrary opinion is, indeed, a common error, which -has grown up, like many others, from transferring an analogy of one -kind to something quite distinct, without thinking of the difference in -the nature of the things, or attending to the difference of the results. -For most persons, finding what wonderful advances have been made in -biblical criticism, in chemistry, in mechanics, in geometry, astronomy, -etc.—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">i.e.</span></i>, in things depending on mere inquiry and experiment, or on -absolute demonstration, have been led hastily to conclude, that there -was a general tendency in the efforts of the human intellect to improve -by repetition, and in all other arts and institutions to grow perfect and -mature by time. We look back upon the theological creed of our -ancestors, and their discoveries in natural philosophy, with a smile of -pity; science, and the arts connected with it, have all had their -infancy, their youth, and manhood, and seem to have in them no -principle of limitation or decay; and, inquiring no farther about the -matter, we infer, in the height of our self-congratulation, and in the -intoxication of our pride, that the same progress has been, and will -continue to be, made in all other things which are the work of man. -The fact, however, stares us so plainly in the face, that one would -think the smallest reflection must suggest the truth, and overturn our -sanguine theories. The greatest poets, the ablest orators, the best -painters, and the finest sculptors that the world ever saw, appeared -soon after the birth of these arts, and lived in a state of society which -was, in other respects, comparatively barbarous. Those arts, which -depend on individual genius and incommunicable power, have always -leaped at once from infancy to manhood, from the first rude dawn of invention -to their meridian height and dazzling lustre, and have in general -declined ever after. This is the peculiar distinction and privilege of -each, of science and of art; of the one, never to attain its utmost -summit of perfection, and of the other, to arrive at it almost at once. -Homer, Chaucer, Spenser, Shakspeare, Dante, and Ariosto (Milton -alone was of a later age, and not the worse for it), Raphael, Titian, -Michael Angelo, Correggio, Cervantes, and Boccaccio—all lived -near the beginning of their arts—perfected, and all but created them. -These giant sons of genius stand, indeed, upon the earth, but they -<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>tower above their fellows, and the long line of their successors does -not interpose any thing to obstruct their view, or lessen their brightness. -In strength and stature they are unrivalled, in grace and beauty they -have never been surpassed. In after-ages, and more refined periods, (as -they are called), great men have arisen one by one, as it were by -throes and at intervals: though in general the best of these cultivated -and artificial minds were of an inferior order, as Tasso and Pope -among poets, Guido and Vandyke among painters. But in the -earliest stages of the arts, when the first mechanical difficulties had -been got over, and the language as it were acquired, they rose by -clusters and in constellations, never to rise again.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The arts of painting and poetry are conversant with the world of -thought within us, and with the world of sense without us—with what -we know, and see, and feel intimately. They flow from the sacred -shrine of our own breasts, and are kindled at the living lamp of nature. -The pulse of the passions assuredly beat as high, the depths and -soundings of the human heart were as well understood three thousand -years ago, as they are at present; the face of nature and ‘the human -face divine,’ shone as bright then as they have ever done. It is this -light, reflected by true genius on art, that marks out its path before it, -and sheds a glory round the Muses’ feet, like that which ‘circled -Una’s angel face,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And made a sunshine in the shady place.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Nature is the soul of art. There is a strength in the imagination that -reposes entirely on nature, which nothing else can supply. There is -in the old poets and painters a vigour and grasp of mind, a full -possession of their subject, a confidence and firm faith, a sublime -simplicity, an elevation of thought, proportioned to their depth of -feeling, an increasing force and impetus, which moves, penetrates, and -kindles all that comes in contact with it, which seems, not theirs, but -given to them. It is this reliance on the power of nature which has -produced those master-pieces by the Prince of Painters, in which -expression is all in all, where one spirit, that of truth, pervades every -part, brings down heaven to earth, mingles cardinals and popes with -angels and apostles, and yet blends and harmonises the whole by the -true touches and intense feeling of what is beautiful and grand in -nature. It was the same trust in nature that enabled Chaucer to -describe the patient sorrow of Griselda; or the delight of that young -beauty in the Flower and the Leaf, shrouded in her bower, and listening, -in the morning of the year, to the singing of the nightingale, while her -joy rises with the rising song, and gushes out afresh at every pause, -and is borne along with the full tide of pleasure, and still increases -<span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>and repeats and prolongs itself, and knows no ebb. It is thus that -Boccaccio, in the divine story of the Hawk, has represented Frederigo -Alberigi steadily contemplating his favourite Falcon (the wreck and -remnant of his fortune), and glad to see how fat and fair a bird she is, -thinking what a dainty repast she would make for his Mistress, who -had deigned to visit him in his low cell. So Isabella mourns over -her pot of Basile, and never asks for any thing but that. So Lear -calls out for his poor fool, and invokes the heavens, for they are old -like him. So Titian impressed on the countenance of that young -Neapolitan nobleman in the Louvre, a look that never passed away. -So Nicolas Poussin describes some shepherds wandering out in a -morning of the spring, and coming to a tomb with this inscription, ‘<span class='sc'>I -also was an Arcadian</span>.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>In general, it must happen in the first stages of the Arts, that as -none but those who had a natural genius for them would attempt to -practise them, so none but those who had a natural taste for them -would pretend to judge of or criticise them. This must be an -incalculable advantage to the man of true genius, for it is no other -than the privilege of being tried by his peers. In an age when -connoisseurship had not become a fashion; when religion, war, and -intrigue, occupied the time and thoughts of the great, only those minds -of superior refinement would be led to notice the works of art, who -had a real sense of their excellence; and in giving way to the powerful -bent of his own genius, the painter was most likely to consult the -taste of his judges. He had not to deal with pretenders to taste, -through vanity, affectation, and idleness. He had to appeal to the -higher faculties of the soul; to that deep and innate sensibility to -truth and beauty, which required only a proper object to have its -enthusiasm excited; and to that independent strength of mind, which, -in the midst of ignorance and barbarism, hailed and fostered genius, -wherever it met with it. Titian was patronised by Charles <span class='fss'>V.</span>, Count -Castiglione was the friend of Raphael. These were true patrons, and -true critics; and as there were no others, (for the world, in general, -merely looked on and wondered), there can be little doubt, that such -a period of dearth of factitious patronage would be the most favourable -to the full developement of the greatest talents, and the attainment of -the highest excellence.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The diffusion of taste is not the same thing as the improvement of -taste; but it is only the former of these objects that is promoted by -public institutions and other artificial means. The number of candidates -for fame, and of pretenders to criticism, is thus increased beyond -all proportion, while the quantity of genius and feeling remains the -same; with this difference, that the man of genius is lost in the crowd -<span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>of competitors, who would never have become such but from encouragement -and example; and that the opinion of those few persons -whom nature intended for judges, is drowned in the noisy suffrages of -shallow smatterers in taste. The principle of universal suffrage, however -applicable to matters of government, which concern the common -feelings and common interests of society, is by no means applicable to -matters of taste, which can only be decided upon by the most refined -understandings. The highest efforts of genius, in every walk of art, -can never be properly understood by the generality of mankind: There -are numberless beauties and truths which lie far beyond their comprehension. -It is only as refinement and sublimity are blended with -other qualities of a more obvious and grosser nature, that they pass -current with the world. Taste is the highest degree of sensibility, -or the impression made on the most cultivated and sensible of minds, -as genius is the result of the highest powers both of feeling and -invention. It may be objected, that the public taste is capable of -gradual improvement, because, in the end, the public do justice to -works of the greatest merit. This is a mistake. The reputation -ultimately, and often slowly affixed to works of genius is stamped -upon them by authority, not by popular consent or the common sense -of the world. We imagine that the admiration of the works of -celebrated men has become common, because the admiration of their -names has become so. But does not every ignorant connoisseur -pretend the same veneration, and talk with the same vapid assurance of -Michael Angelo, though he has never seen even a copy of any of his -pictures, as if he had studied them accurately,—merely because Sir -Joshua Reynolds has praised him? Is Milton more popular now -than when the Paradise Lost was first published? Or does he -not rather owe his reputation to the judgment of a few persons in -every successive period, accumulating in his favour, and overpowering -by its weight the public indifference? Why is Shakspeare popular? -Not from his refinement of character or sentiment, so much as from -his power of telling a story, the variety and invention, the tragic -catastrophe and broad farce of his plays. Spenser is not yet understood. -Does not Boccaccio pass to this day for a writer of ribaldry, -because his jests and lascivious tales were all that caught the vulgar -ear, while the story of the Falcon is forgotten!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>W. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>End of <span class='sc'>The Round Table</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span> - <h2 class='c005'>CHARACTERS OF SHAKESPEAR’S PLAYS</h2> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span> - <h3 class='c010'>BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>The first edition of the <cite>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</cite> (5½ in. × 9 in.) was -published in 1817. The imprint reads thus:—London: | Printed by C. H. -Reynell, 21, Piccadilly, | for R. Hunter, successor to Mr. Johnson, | in St. Paul’s -Church-yard; | and C. and J. Ollier, | Welbeck-street, Cavendish-square. | 1817. -The second edition was issued in the following year, and the imprint is:—London: | -Printed for Taylor and Hessey, | 93, Fleet Street. | 1818. There are several -verbal alterations in the second edition, and one curious <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">erratum</span></i>: ‘In <cite>Lear</cite>, p. 173 -[p. 269 present edition] dele line “Not an hour more nor less.’” In the text of -the play these words occur between ‘Fourscore and upward’ and ‘And, to deal -plainly.’ The second edition also was printed by C. H. Reynell, Broad-street, -Golden-square. No further edition was published in Hazlitt’s lifetime, and the -present issue has consequently been printed from a copy of the second edition: -the proofs, however, have been read with a copy of the first edition, and one or -two misprints thereby corrected. In 1818 a pirated American edition was published -at Boston.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A contemporary criticism of the volume may be found in the <cite>Edinburgh Review</cite>, -1817, by Francis Jeffrey. See also E. L. Bulwer’s <cite>Some Thoughts on the Genius of -Hazlitt</cite>. One hundred pounds was paid to Hazlitt by C. H. Reynell for the -copyright, and the first edition, at half a guinea, was sold in six weeks: an adverse -criticism by William Gifford in the <cite>Quarterly Review</cite> (No. 36, January 1818) -spoiled the sale of the second edition.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The following announcement appears on the back of the half-title of the -second edition:—‘This day is published, Lectures on the English Poets, delivered -at the Surry Institution, By William Hazlitt. In one vol. 8vo. price 10s. 6d.’</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span>TO</div> - <div class='c004'>CHARLES LAMB, ESQ.</div> - <div class='c004'>THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED, AS A MARK OF</div> - <div class='c004'>OLD FRIENDSHIP</div> - <div class='c004'>AND LASTING ESTEEM,</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='c017'>BY THE AUTHOR.</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span> - <h3 class='c010'>CONTENTS</h3> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary='CONTENTS'> - <tr> - <th class='c006'></th> - <th class='c007'>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Preface</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_171'>171</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Cymbeline</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_179'>179</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Macbeth</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_186'>186</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Julius Cæsar</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_195'>195</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Othello</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_200'>200</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Timon of Athens</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_210'>210</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Coriolanus</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_214'>214</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Troilus and Cressida</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_221'>221</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Antony and Cleopatra</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_228'>228</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Hamlet</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_232'>232</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Tempest</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_238'>238</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Midsummer Night’s Dream</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_244'>244</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Romeo and Juliet</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_248'>248</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Lear</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_257'>257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Richard II.</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_272'>272</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Henry IV. in Two Parts</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_277'>277</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Henry V.</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_285'>285</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Henry VI. in Three Parts</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_292'>292</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Richard III.</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_298'>298</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Henry VIII.</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_303'>303</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>King John</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_306'>306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Twelfth Night; or, What You Will</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_313'>313</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Two Gentlemen of Verona</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_318'>318</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Merchant of Venice</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_320'>320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Winter’s Tale</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_324'>324</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>All’s Well that Ends Well</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_329'>329</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Love’s Labour’s Lost</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_332'>332</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Much Ado About Nothing</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_335'>335</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>As You Like It</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_338'>338</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Taming of the Shrew</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_341'>341</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Measure for Measure</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_345'>345</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Merry Wives of Windsor</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_349'>349</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>The Comedy of Errors</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_351'>351</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Doubtful Plays of Shakespear</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_353'>353</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Poems and Sonnets</td> - <td class='c008'><a href='#Page_357'>357</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span> - <h3 class='c010'>PREFACE</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>It is observed by Mr. Pope, that</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘If ever any author deserved the name of an <em>original</em>, it was Shakespear. -Homer himself drew not his art so immediately from the fountains of -nature; it proceeded through Ægyptian strainers and channels, and came -to him not without some tincture of the learning, or some cast of the -models, of those before him. The poetry of Shakespear was inspiration -indeed: he is not so much an imitator, as an instrument of nature; and it -is not so just to say that he speaks from her, as that she speaks through -him.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘His <em>characters</em> are so much nature herself, that it is a sort of injury to -call them by so distant a name as copies of her. Those of other poets -have a constant resemblance, which shows that they received them from -one another, and were but multipliers of the same image: each picture, -like a mock-rainbow, is but the reflection of a reflection. But every single -character in Shakespear, is as much an individual, as those in life itself; -it is as impossible to find any two alike; and such, as from their relation -or affinity in any respect appear most to be twins, will, upon comparison, -be found remarkably distinct. To this life and variety of character, we -must add the wonderful preservation of it; which is such throughout his -plays, that had all the speeches been printed without the very names of -the persons, I believe one might have applied them with certainty to every -speaker.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The object of the volume here offered to the public, is to illustrate -these remarks in a more particular manner by a reference to each -play. A gentleman of the name of Mason, the author of a Treatise -on Ornamental Gardening (not Mason the poet), began a work of a -similar kind about forty years ago, but he only lived to finish a -parallel between the characters of Macbeth and Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span> which -is an exceedingly ingenious piece of analytical criticism. Richardson’s -Essays include but a few of Shakespear’s principal characters. -The only work which seemed to supersede the necessity of an attempt -like the present was Schlegel’s very admirable Lectures on the Drama, -which give by far the best account of the plays of Shakespear that -has hitherto appeared. The only circumstances in which it was -thought not impossible to improve on the manner in which the German -critic has executed this part of his design, were in avoiding an appearance -<span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span>of mysticism in his style, not very attractive to the English -reader, and in bringing illustrations from particular passages of the -plays themselves, of which Schlegel’s work, from the extensiveness -of his plan, did not admit. We will at the same time confess, that -some little jealousy of the character of the national understanding was -not without its share in producing the following undertaking, for ‘we -were piqued’ that it should be reserved for a foreign critic to give -‘reasons for the faith which we English have in Shakespear.’ Certainly -no writer among ourselves has shown either the same enthusiastic -admiration of his genius, or the same philosophical acuteness in -pointing out his characteristic excellences. As we have pretty well -exhausted all we had to say upon this subject in the body of the work, -we shall here transcribe Schlegel’s general account of Shakespear, -which is in the following words:—</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Never, perhaps, was there so comprehensive a talent for the delineation -of character as Shakespear’s. It not only grasps the diversities of rank, -sex, and age, down to the dawnings of infancy; not only do the king and -the beggar, the hero and the pickpocket, the sage and the idiot speak and -act with equal truth; not only does he transport himself to distant ages -and foreign nations, and pourtray in the most accurate manner, with only -a few apparent violations of costume, the spirit of the ancient Romans, of -the French in their wars with the English, of the English themselves -during a great part of their history, of the Southern Europeans (in the -serious part of many comedies) the cultivated society of that time, and the -former rude and barbarous state of the North; his human characters have -not only such depth and precision that they cannot be arranged under -classes, and are inexhaustible, even in conception:—no—this Prometheus -not merely forms men, he opens the gates of the magical world of spirits; -calls up the midnight ghost; exhibits before us his witches amidst their -unhallowed mysteries; peoples the air with sportive fairies and sylphs:—and -these beings, existing only in imagination, possess such truth and -consistency, that even when deformed monsters like Caliban, he extorts -the conviction, that if there should be such beings, they would so conduct -themselves. In a word, as he carries with him the most fruitful and -daring fancy into the kingdom of nature,—on the other hand, he carries -nature into the regions of fancy, lying beyond the confines of reality. We -are lost in astonishment at seeing the extraordinary, the wonderful, and the -unheard of, in such intimate nearness.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘If Shakespear deserves our admiration for his characters, he is equally -deserving of it for his exhibition of passion, taking this word in its widest -signification, as including every mental condition, every tone from indifference -or familiar mirth to the wildest rage and despair. He gives us the -history of minds; he lays open to us, in a single word, a whole series of -preceding conditions. His passions do not at first stand displayed to us -in all their height, as is the case with so many tragic poets, who, in the -language of Lessing, are thorough masters of the legal style of love. He -<span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span>paints, in a most inimitable manner, the gradual progress from the first -origin. “He gives,” as Lessing says, “a living picture of all the most -minute and secret artifices by which a feeling steals into our souls; of all -the imperceptible advantages which it there gains; of all the stratagems -by which every other passion is made subservient to it, till it becomes the -sole tyrant of our desires and our aversions.” Of all poets, perhaps, he -alone has pourtrayed the mental diseases,—melancholy, delirium, lunacy,—with -such inexpressible, and, in every respect, definite truth, that the -physician may enrich his observations from them in the same manner as -from real cases.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘And yet Johnson has objected to Shakespear, that his pathos is not -always natural and free from affectation. There are, it is true, passages, -though, comparatively speaking, very few, where his poetry exceeds the -bounds of true dialogue, where a too soaring imagination, a too luxuriant -wit, rendered the complete dramatic forgetfulness of himself impossible. -With this exception, the censure originates only in a fanciless way of -thinking, to which everything appears unnatural that does not suit its own -tame insipidity. Hence, an idea has been formed of simple and natural -pathos, which consists in exclamations destitute of imagery, and nowise -elevated above every-day life. But energetical passions electrify the whole -of the mental powers, and will, consequently, in highly favoured natures, -express themselves in an ingenious and figurative manner. It has been -often remarked, that indignation gives wit; and, as despair occasionally -breaks out into laughter, it may sometimes also give vent to itself in antithetical -comparisons.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Besides, the rights of the poetical form have not been duly weighed. -Shakespear, who was always sure of his object, to move in a sufficiently -powerful manner when he wished to do so, has occasionally, by indulging -in a freer play, purposely moderated the impressions when too painful, and -immediately introduced a musical alleviation of our sympathy. He had -not those rude ideas of his art which many moderns seem to have, as if the -poet, like the clown in the proverb, must strike twice on the same place. -An ancient rhetorician delivered a caution against dwelling too long on -the excitation of pity; for nothing, he said, dries so soon as tears; and -Shakespear acted conformably to this ingenious maxim, without knowing it.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘The objection, that Shakespear wounds our feelings by the open display -of the most disgusting moral odiousness, harrows up the mind unmercifully, -and tortures even our senses by the exhibition of the most insupportable -and hateful spectacles, is one of much greater importance. He has -never, in fact, varnished over wild and bloodthirsty passions with a pleasing -exterior,—never clothed crime and want of principle with a false show of -greatness of soul; and in that respect he is every way deserving of praise. -Twice he has pourtrayed downright villains; and the masterly way in -which he has contrived to elude impressions of too painful a nature, may -be seen in Iago and Richard the Third. The constant reference to a petty -and puny race must cripple the boldness of the poet. Fortunately for his -art, Shakespear lived in an age extremely susceptible of noble and tender -impressions, but which had still enough of the firmness inherited from a -vigorous olden time not to shrink back with dismay from every strong and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span>violent picture. We have lived to see tragedies of which the catastrophe -consists in the swoon of an enamoured princess. If Shakespear falls occasionally -into the opposite extreme, it is a noble error, originating in the -fulness of a gigantic strength: and yet this tragical Titan, who storms -the heavens, and threatens to tear the world from off its hinges; who, -more terrible than Æschylus, makes our hair stand on end, and congeals -our blood with horror, possessed, at the same time, the insinuating loveliness -of the sweetest poetry. He plays with love like a child; and his -songs are breathed out like melting sighs. He unites in his genius the -utmost elevation and the utmost depth; and the most foreign, and even -apparently irreconcileable properties subsist in him peaceably together. -The world of spirits and nature have laid all their treasures at his feet. -In strength a demi-god, in profundity of view a prophet, in all-seeing -wisdom a protecting spirit of a higher order, he lowers himself to mortals, -as if unconscious of his superiority: and is as open and unassuming as a -child.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Shakespear’s comic talent is equally wonderful with that which he has -shown in the pathetic and tragic: it stands on an equal elevation, and -possesses equal extent and profundity. All that I before wished was, not -to admit that the former preponderated. He is highly inventive in comic -situations and motives. It will be hardly possible to show whence he has -taken any of them; whereas, in the serious part of his drama, he has -generally laid hold of something already known. His comic characters -are equally true, various, and profound, with his serious. So little is he -disposed to caricature, that we may rather say many of his traits are almost -too nice and delicate for the stage, that they can only be properly seized -by a great actor, and fully understood by a very acute audience. Not only -has he delineated many kinds of folly; he has also contrived to exhibit -mere stupidity in a most diverting and entertaining manner.’—Vol. ii. p. 145.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have the rather availed ourselves of this testimony of a foreign -critic in behalf of Shakespear, because our own countryman, Dr. -Johnson, has not been so favourable to him. It may be said of -Shakespear, that ‘those who are not for him are against him’: for -indifference is here the height of injustice. We may sometimes, in -order ‘to do a great right, do a little wrong.’ An overstrained -enthusiasm is more pardonable with respect to Shakespear than the -want of it; for our admiration cannot easily surpass his genius. We -have a high respect for Dr. Johnson’s character and understanding, -mixed with something like personal attachment: but he was neither -a poet nor a judge of poetry. He might in one sense be a judge of -poetry as it falls within the limits and rules of prose, but not as it is -poetry. Least of all was he qualified to be a judge of Shakespear, -who ‘alone is high fantastical.’ Let those who have a prejudice -against Johnson read Boswell’s Life of him; as those whom he has -prejudiced against Shakespear should read his Irene. We do not -say that a man to be a critic must necessarily be a poet: but to be a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>good critic, he ought not to be a bad poet. Such poetry as a man -deliberately writes, such, and such only will he like. Dr. Johnson’s -Preface to his edition of Shakespear looks like a laborious attempt -to bury the characteristic merits of his author under a load of cumbrous -phraseology, and to weigh his excellences and defects in equal scales, -stuffed full of ‘swelling figures and sonorous epithets.’ Nor could -it well be otherwise; Dr. Johnson’s general powers of reasoning -overlaid his critical susceptibility. All his ideas were cast in a given -mould, in a set form: they were made out by rule and system, by -climax, inference, and antithesis:—Shakespear’s were the reverse. -Johnson’s understanding dealt only in round numbers: the fractions -were lost upon him. He reduced everything to the common standard -of conventional propriety; and the most exquisite refinement or -sublimity produced an effect on his mind, only as they could be -translated into the language of measured prose. To him an excess -of beauty was a fault; for it appeared to him like an excrescence; -and his imagination was dazzled by the blaze of light. His writings -neither shone with the beams of native genius, nor reflected them. -The shifting shapes of fancy, the rainbow hues of things, made no -impression on him: he seized only on the permanent and tangible. -He had no idea of natural objects but ‘such as he could measure -with a two-foot rule, or tell upon ten fingers’: he judged of human -nature in the same way, by mood and figure: he saw only the definite, -the positive, and the practical, the average forms of things, not their -striking differences—their classes, not their degrees. He was a man -of strong common sense and practical wisdom, rather than of genius -or feeling. He retained the regular, habitual impressions of actual -objects, but he could not follow the rapid flights of fancy, or the -strong movements of passion. That is, he was to the poet what the -painter of still life is to the painter of history. Common sense -sympathises with the impressions of things on ordinary minds in -ordinary circumstances: genius catches the glancing combinations -presented to the eye of fancy, under the influence of passion. It is -the province of the didactic reasoner to take cognizance of those -results of human nature which are constantly repeated and always -the same, which follow one another in regular succession, which are -acted upon by large classes of men, and embodied in received customs, -laws, language, and institutions; and it was in arranging, comparing, -and arguing on these kind of general results, that Johnson’s excellence -lay. But he could not quit his hold of the common-place and -mechanical, and apply the general rule to the particular exception, or -shew how the nature of man was modified by the workings of passion, -or the infinite fluctuations of thought and accident. Hence he could -<span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span>judge neither of the heights nor depths of poetry. Nor is this all; -for being conscious of great powers in himself, and those powers of -an adverse tendency to those of his author, he would be for setting -up a foreign jurisdiction over poetry, and making criticism a kind of -Procrustes’ bed of genius, where he might cut down imagination to -matter-of-fact, regulate the passions according to reason, and translate -the whole into logical diagrams and rhetorical declamation. Thus -he says of Shakespear’s characters, in contradiction to what Pope -had observed, and to what every one else feels, that each character -is a species, instead of being an individual. He in fact found the -general species or <em>didactic</em> form in Shakespear’s characters, which was -all he sought or cared for; he did not find the individual traits, or -the <em>dramatic</em> distinctions which Shakespear has engrafted on this -general nature, because he felt no interest in them. Shakespear’s -bold and happy flights of imagination were equally thrown away upon -our author. He was not only without any particular fineness of -organic sensibility, alive to all the ‘mighty world of ear and eye,’ -which is necessary to the painter or musician, but without that intenseness -of passion, which, seeking to exaggerate whatever excites -the feelings of pleasure or power in the mind, and moulding the -impressions of natural objects according to the impulses of imagination, -produces a genius and a taste for poetry. According to Dr. Johnson, -a mountain is sublime, or a rose is beautiful; for that their name and -definition imply. But he would no more be able to give the description -of Dover cliff in <cite>Lear</cite>, or the description of flowers in <cite>The -Winter’s Tale</cite>, than to describe the objects of a sixth sense; nor do -we think he would have any very profound feeling of the beauty of -the passages here referred to. A stately common-place, such as -Congreve’s description of a ruin in the <cite>Mourning Bride</cite>, would have -answered Johnson’s purpose just as well, or better than the first; and -an indiscriminate profusion of scents and hues would have interfered -less with the ordinary routine of his imagination than Perdita’s lines, -which seem enamoured of their own sweetness—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘Daffodils</div> - <div class='line'>That come before the swallow dares, and take</div> - <div class='line'>The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,</div> - <div class='line'>But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Or Cytherea’s breath.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>No one who does not feel the passion which these objects inspire -can go along with the imagination which seeks to express that passion -and the uneasy sense of delight accompanying it by something still -more beautiful, and no one can feel this passionate love of nature -<span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span>without quick natural sensibility. To a mere literal and formal -apprehension, the inimitably characteristic epithet, ‘violets <em>dim</em>,’ must -seem to imply a defect, rather than a beauty; and to any one, not -feeling the full force of that epithet, which suggests an image like -‘the sleepy eye of love,’ the allusion to ‘the lids of Juno’s eyes’ -must appear extravagant and unmeaning. Shakespear’s fancy lent -words and images to the most refined sensibility to nature, struggling -for expression: his descriptions are identical with the things themselves, -seen through the fine medium of passion: strip them of that -connection, and try them by ordinary conceptions and ordinary rules, -and they are as grotesque and barbarous as you please!—By thus -lowering Shakespear’s genius to the standard of common-place invention, -it was easy to show that his faults were as great as his -beauties; for the excellence, which consists merely in a conformity -to rules, is counterbalanced by the technical violation of them. -Another circumstance which led to Dr. Johnson’s indiscriminate -praise or censure of Shakespear, is the very structure of his style. -Johnson wrote a kind of rhyming prose, in which he was as much -compelled to finish the different clauses of his sentences, and to -balance one period against another, as the writer of heroic verse is -to keep to lines of ten syllables with similar terminations. He no -sooner acknowledges the merits of his author in one line than the -periodical revolution of his style carries the weight of his opinion -completely over to the side of objection, thus keeping up a perpetual -alternation of perfections and absurdities. We do not otherwise -know how to account for such assertions as the following:—</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘In his tragic scenes, there is always something wanting, but his comedy -often surpasses expectation or desire. His comedy pleases by the thoughts -and the language, and his tragedy, for the greater part, by incident and -action. His tragedy seems to be skill, his comedy to be instinct.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Yet after saying that ‘his tragedy was skill,’ he affirms in the next -page,</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘His declamations or set speeches are commonly cold and weak, <em>for his -power was the power of nature</em>: when he endeavoured, like other tragic -writers, to catch opportunities of amplification, and instead of inquiring -what the occasion demanded, to shew how much his stores of knowledge -could supply, he seldom escapes without the pity or resentment of his -reader.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Poor Shakespear! Between the charges here brought against him, -of want of nature in the first instance, and of want of skill in the -second, he could hardly escape being condemned. And again,</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘But the admirers of this great poet have most reason to complain when -<span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span>he approaches nearest to his highest excellence, and seems fully resolved -to sink them in dejection, or mollify them with tender emotions by the -fall of greatness, the danger of innocence, or the crosses of love. What -he does best, he soon ceases to do. He no sooner begins to move than he -counteracts himself; and terror and pity, as they are rising in the mind, -are checked and blasted by sudden frigidity.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>In all this, our critic seems more bent on maintaining the equilibrium -of his style than the consistency or truth of his opinions.—If -Dr. Johnson’s opinion was right, the following observations on -Shakespear’s Plays must be greatly exaggerated, if not ridiculous. -If he was wrong, what has been said may perhaps account for his -being so, without detracting from his ability and judgment in other -things.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is proper to add, that the account of the <cite>Midsummer’s Night’s -Dream</cite> has appeared in another work.<a id='r64' /><a href='#f64' class='c012'><sup>[64]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><em>April 15, 1817.</em></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span></div> -<div class='ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>CHARACTERS OF SHAKESPEAR’S PLAYS</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>CYMBELINE</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Cymbeline</span> is one of the most delightful of Shakespear’s historical -plays. It may be considered as a dramatic romance, in which the -most striking parts of the story are thrown into the form of a dialogue, -and the intermediate circumstances are explained by the different -speakers, as occasion renders it necessary. The action is less concentrated -in consequence; but the interest becomes more aerial and -refined from the principle of perspective introduced into the subject -by the imaginary changes of scene, as well as by the length of time -it occupies. The reading of this play is like going a journey with -some uncertain object at the end of it, and in which the suspense is -kept up and heightened by the long intervals between each action. -Though the events are scattered over such an extent of surface, and -relate to such a variety of characters, yet the links which bind the -different interests of the story together are never entirely broken. -The most straggling and seemingly casual incidents are contrived in -such a manner as to lead at last to the most complete developement of -the catastrophe. The ease and conscious unconcern with which this -is effected only makes the skill more wonderful. The business of -the plot evidently thickens in the last act: the story moves forward -with increasing rapidity at every step; its various ramifications are -drawn from the most distant points to the same centre; the principal -characters are brought together, and placed in very critical situations; -and the fate of almost every person in the drama is made to depend -on the solution of a single circumstance—the answer of Iachimo to -the question of Imogen respecting the obtaining of the ring from -Posthumus. Dr. Johnson is of opinion that Shakespear was generally -inattentive to the winding-up of his plots. We think the contrary is -true; and we might cite in proof of this remark not only the present -play, but the conclusion of <cite>Lear</cite>, of <cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, of <cite>Macbeth</cite>, of -<cite>Othello</cite>, even of <cite>Hamlet</cite>, and of other plays of less moment, in which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span>the last act is crowded with decisive events brought about by natural -and striking means.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The pathos in <span class='sc'>Cymbeline</span> is not violent or tragical, but of the most -pleasing and amiable kind. A certain tender gloom overspreads the -whole. Posthumus is the ostensible hero of the piece, but its greatest -charm is the character of Imogen. Posthumus is only interesting -from the interest she takes in him; and she is only interesting herself -from her tenderness and constancy to her husband. It is the peculiar -excellence of Shakespear’s heroines, that they seem to exist only in -their attachment to others. They are pure abstractions of the affections. -We think as little of their persons as they do themselves, -because we are let into the secrets of their hearts, which are more -important. We are too much interested in their affairs to stop to -look at their faces, except by stealth and at intervals. No one ever -hit the true perfection of the female character, the sense of weakness -leaning on the strength of its affections for support, so well as -Shakespear—no one ever so well painted natural tenderness free -from affectation and disguise—no one else ever so well shewed how -delicacy and timidity, when driven to extremity, grow romantic and -extravagant; for the romance of his heroines (in which they abound) -is only an excess of the habitual prejudices of their sex, scrupulous -of being false to their vows, truant to their affections, and taught by -the force of feeling when to forego the forms of propriety for the -essence of it. His women were in this respect exquisite logicians; -for there is nothing so logical as passion. They knew their own -minds exactly; and only followed up a favourite purpose, which -they had sworn to with their tongues, and which was engraven on -their hearts, into its untoward consequences. They were the prettiest -little set of martyrs and confessors on record.—Cibber, in speaking -of the early English stage, accounts for the want of prominence and -theatrical display in Shakespear’s female characters from the circumstance, -that women in those days were not allowed to play the parts -of women, which made it necessary to keep them a good deal in the -back-ground. Does not this state of manners itself, which prevented -their exhibiting themselves in public, and confined them to the relations -and charities of domestic life, afford a truer explanation of the -matter? His women are certainly very unlike stage-heroines; the -reverse of tragedy-queens.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have almost as great an affection for Imogen as she had for -Posthumus; and she deserves it better. Of all Shakespear’s women -she is perhaps the most tender and the most artless. Her incredulity -in the opening scene with Iachimo, as to her husband’s infidelity, -is much the same as Desdemona’s backwardness to believe Othello’s -<span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span>jealousy. Her answer to the most distressing part of the picture is -only, ‘My lord, I fear, has forgot Britain.’ Her readiness to pardon -Iachimo’s false imputations and his designs against herself, is a good -lesson to prudes; and may shew that where there is a real attachment -to virtue, it has no need to bolster itself up with an outrageous or -affected antipathy to vice. The scene in which Pisanio gives Imogen -his master’s letter, accusing her of incontinency on the treacherous -suggestions of Iachimo, is as touching as it is possible for anything -to be:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Pisanio.</em> What cheer, Madam?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Imogen.</em> False to his bed! What is it to be false?</div> - <div class='line'>To lie in watch there, and to think on him?</div> - <div class='line'>To weep ‘twixt clock and clock? If sleep charge nature,</div> - <div class='line'>To break it with a fearful dream of him,</div> - <div class='line'>And cry myself awake? That’s false to ‘s bed, is it?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Pisanio.</em> Alas, good lady!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Imogen.</em> I false? thy conscience witness, Iachimo,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou didst accuse him of incontinency,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou then look’dst like a villain: now methinks,</div> - <div class='line'>Thy favour’s good enough. Some Jay of Italy,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose mother was her painting, hath betray’d him:</div> - <div class='line'>Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion,</div> - <div class='line'>And for I am richer than to hang by th’ walls,</div> - <div class='line'>I must be ript; to pieces with me. Oh,</div> - <div class='line'>Men’s vows are women’s traitors. All good seeming</div> - <div class='line'>By thy revolt, oh husband, shall be thought</div> - <div class='line'>Put on for villainy: not born where ‘t grows,</div> - <div class='line'>But worn a bait for ladies.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Pisanio.</em> Good Madam, hear me—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Imogen.</em> Talk thy tongue weary, speak:</div> - <div class='line'>I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear,</div> - <div class='line'>Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor tent to bottom that.’——</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>When Pisanio, who had been charged to kill his mistress, puts her -in a way to live, she says,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>‘Why, good fellow,</div> - <div class='line'>What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?</div> - <div class='line'>Or in my life what comfort, when I am</div> - <div class='line'>Dead to my husband?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Yet when he advises her to disguise herself in boy’s clothes, and -suggests ‘a course pretty and full in view,’ by which she may ‘happily -be near the residence of Posthumus,’ she exclaims—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>‘Oh, for such means,</div> - <div class='line'>Though peril to my modesty, not death on ‘t,</div> - <div class='line'>I would adventure.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span>And when Pisanio, enlarging on the consequences, tells her she -must change</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘Fear and niceness,</div> - <div class='line'>The handmaids of all women, or more truly,</div> - <div class='line'>Woman its pretty self, into a waggish courage,</div> - <div class='line'>Ready in gibes, quick-answer’d, saucy, and</div> - <div class='line'>As quarrellous as the weazel’——</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>she interrupts him hastily—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>‘Nay, be brief;</div> - <div class='line'>I see into thy end, and am almost</div> - <div class='line'>A man already.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In her journey thus disguised to Milford-Haven, she loses her guide -and her way; and unbosoming her complaints, says beautifully—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘My dear lord,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou art one of the false ones; now I think on thee,</div> - <div class='line'>My hunger’s gone; but even before, I was</div> - <div class='line'>At point to sink for food.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>She afterwards finds, as she thinks, the dead body of Posthumus, -and engages herself as a footboy to serve a Roman officer, when she -has done all due obsequies to him whom she calls her former -master—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘And when</div> - <div class='line'>With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha’ strew’d his grave,</div> - <div class='line'>And on it said a century of pray’rs,</div> - <div class='line'>Such as I can, twice o’er, I ‘ll weep and sigh,</div> - <div class='line'>And leaving so his service, follow you,</div> - <div class='line'>So please you entertain me.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Now this is the very religion of love. She all along relies little -on her personal charms, which she fears may have been eclipsed by -some painted Jay of Italy; she relies on her merit, and her merit -is in the depth of her love, her truth and constancy. Our admiration -of her beauty is excited with as little consciousness as possible on her -part. There are two delicious descriptions given of her, one when -she is asleep, and one when she is supposed dead. Arviragus thus -addresses her—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘With fairest flowers,</div> - <div class='line'>While summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shalt not lack</div> - <div class='line'>The flow’r that’s like thy face, pale primrose, nor</div> - <div class='line'>The azur’d hare-bell, like thy veins, no, nor</div> - <div class='line'>The leaf of eglantine, which not to slander,</div> - <div class='line'>Out-sweeten’d not thy breath.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span>The yellow Iachimo gives another thus, when he steals into her -bedchamber:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>——‘Cytherea,</div> - <div class='line'>How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! Fresh lily,</div> - <div class='line'>And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch—</div> - <div class='line'>But kiss, one kiss—’Tis her breathing that</div> - <div class='line'>Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o’ th’ taper</div> - <div class='line'>Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids</div> - <div class='line'>To see th’ enclosed lights now canopied</div> - <div class='line'>Under the windows, white and azure, laced</div> - <div class='line'>With blue of Heav’n’s own tinct—on her left breast</div> - <div class='line'>A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops</div> - <div class='line'>I’ th’ bottom of a cowslip.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is a moral sense in the proud beauty of this last image, a -rich surfeit of the fancy,—as that well-known passage beginning, ‘Me -of my lawful pleasure she restrained, and prayed me oft forbearance,’ -sets a keener edge upon it by the inimitable picture of modesty and -self-denial.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Cloten, the conceited, booby lord, and rejected -lover of Imogen, though not very agreeable in itself, and at present -obsolete, is drawn with much humour and quaint extravagance. The -description which Imogen gives of his unwelcome addresses to her—‘Whose -love-suit hath been to me as fearful as a siege’—is enough -to cure the most ridiculous lover of his folly. It is remarkable that -though Cloten makes so poor a figure in love, he is described as -assuming an air of consequence as the Queen’s son in a council of -state, and with all the absurdity of his person and manners, is not -without shrewdness in his observations. So true is it that folly is as -often owing to a want of proper sentiments as to a want of understanding! -The exclamation of the ancient critic—Oh Menander -and Nature, which of you copied from the other! would not be -misapplied to Shakespear.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The other characters in this play are represented with great truth -and accuracy, and as it happens in most of the author’s works, there -is not only the utmost keeping in each separate character; but in the -casting of the different parts, and their relation to one another, there -is an affinity and harmony, like what we may observe in the gradations -of colour in a picture. The striking and powerful contrasts in which -Shakespear abounds could not escape observation; but the use he -makes of the principle of analogy to reconcile the greatest diversities -of character and to maintain a continuity of feeling throughout, has -not been sufficiently attended to. In <span class='sc'>Cymbeline</span>, for instance, the -principal interest arises out of the unalterable fidelity of Imogen to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span>her husband under the most trying circumstances. Now the other -parts of the picture are filled up with subordinate examples of the -same feeling, variously modified by different situations, and applied -to the purposes of virtue or vice. The plot is aided by the amorous -importunities of Cloten, by the persevering determination of Iachimo -to conceal the defeat of his project by a daring imposture: the -faithful attachment of Pisanio to his mistress is an affecting accompaniment -to the whole; the obstinate adherence to his purpose in -Bellarius, who keeps the fate of the young princes so long a secret -in resentment for the ungrateful return to his former services, the -incorrigible wickedness of the Queen, and even the blind uxorious -confidence of Cymbeline, are all so many lines of the same story, -tending to the same point. The effect of this coincidence is rather -felt than observed; and as the impression exists unconsciously in the -mind of the reader, so it probably arose in the same manner in the -mind of the author, not from design, but from the force of natural -association, a particular train of thought suggesting different inflections -of the same predominant feeling, melting into, and strengthening one -another, like chords in music.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The characters of Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus, and the -romantic scenes in which they appear, are a fine relief to the intrigues -and artificial refinements of the court from which they are banished. -Nothing can surpass the wildness and simplicity of the descriptions -of the mountain life they lead. They follow the business of huntsmen, -not of shepherds; and this is in keeping with the spirit of adventure -and uncertainty in the rest of the story, and with the scenes in which -they are afterwards called on to act. How admirably the youthful -fire and impatience to emerge from their obscurity in the young -princes is opposed to the cooler calculations and prudent resignation -of their more experienced counsellor! How well the disadvantages -of knowledge and of ignorance, of solitude and society, are placed -against each other!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Guiderius.</em> Out of your proof you speak: we poor unfledg’d</div> - <div class='line'>Have never wing’d from view o’ th’ nest; nor know not</div> - <div class='line'>What air’s from home. Haply this life is best,</div> - <div class='line'>If quiet life is best; sweeter to you</div> - <div class='line'>That have a sharper known; well corresponding</div> - <div class='line'>With your stiff age: but unto us it is</div> - <div class='line'>A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed,</div> - <div class='line'>A prison for a debtor, that not dares</div> - <div class='line'>To stride a limit.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arviragus.</em> What should we speak of</div> - <div class='line'>When we are old as you? When we shall hear</div> - <div class='line'>The rain and wind beat dark December! How,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span>In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse</div> - <div class='line'>The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing.</div> - <div class='line'>We are beastly; subtle as the fox for prey,</div> - <div class='line'>Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat:</div> - <div class='line'>Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage</div> - <div class='line'>We make a quire, as doth the prison’d bird,</div> - <div class='line'>And sing our bondage freely.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The answer of Bellarius to this expostulation is hardly satisfactory; -for nothing can be an answer to hope, or the passion of the mind for -unknown good, but experience.—The forest of Arden in <cite>As You Like It</cite> -can alone compare with the mountain scenes in <span class='sc'>Cymbeline</span>: yet how -different the contemplative quiet of the one from the enterprising -boldness and precarious mode of subsistence in the other! Shakespear -not only lets us into the minds of his characters, but gives a tone and -colour to the scenes he describes from the feelings of their supposed -inhabitants. He at the same time preserves the utmost propriety of -action and passion, and gives all their local accompaniments. If he -was equal to the greatest things, he was not above an attention to -the smallest. Thus the gallant sportsmen in <span class='sc'>Cymbeline</span> have to -encounter the abrupt declivities of hill and valley: Touchstone and -Audrey jog along a level path. The deer in <span class='sc'>Cymbeline</span> are only -regarded as objects of prey, ‘The game’s a-foot,’ etc.—with Jaques -they are fine subjects to moralise upon at leisure, ‘under the shade of -melancholy boughs.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>We cannot take leave of this play, which is a favourite with us, -without noticing some occasional touches of natural piety and morality. -We may allude here to the opening of the scene in which Bellarius -instructs the young princes to pay their orisons to heaven:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘See, boys! this gate</div> - <div class='line'>Instructs you how t’ adore the Heav’ns; and bows you</div> - <div class='line'>To morning’s holy office.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Guiderius.</em> Hail, Heav’n!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arviragus.</em> Hail, Heav’n!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Bellarius.</em> Now for our mountain-sport, up to yon hill.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>What a grace and unaffected spirit of piety breathes in this passage! -In like manner, one of the brothers says to the other, when about -to perform the funeral rites to Fidele,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Nay, Cadwall, we must lay his head to the east;</div> - <div class='line'>My Father hath a reason for ‘t’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>—as if some allusion to the doctrines of the Christian faith had been -casually dropped in conversation by the old man, and had been no -farther inquired into.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span>Shakespear’s morality is introduced in the same simple, unobtrusive -manner. Imogen will not let her companions stay away from the -chase to attend her when sick, and gives her reason for it—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Stick to your journal course; <em>the breach of custom</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Is breach of all</em>!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>When the Queen attempts to disguise her motives for procuring -the poison from Cornelius, by saying she means to try its effects on -‘creatures not worth the hanging,’ his answer conveys at once a tacit -reproof of her hypocrisy, and a useful lesson of humanity—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘Your Highness</div> - <div class='line'>Shall from this practice but make hard your heart.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>MACBETH</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘The poet’s eye in a fine frenzy rolling</div> - <div class='line'>Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;</div> - <div class='line'>And as imagination bodies forth</div> - <div class='line'>The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen</div> - <div class='line'>Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing</div> - <div class='line'>A local habitation and a name.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>Macbeth</span> and <cite>Lear</cite>, <cite>Othello</cite> and <cite>Hamlet</cite>, are usually reckoned Shakespear’s -four principal tragedies. <cite>Lear</cite> stands first for the profound -intensity of the passion; <span class='sc'>Macbeth</span> for the wildness of the imagination -and the rapidity of the action; <cite>Othello</cite> for the progressive interest and -powerful alternations of feeling; <cite>Hamlet</cite> for the refined developement -of thought and sentiment. If the force of genius shewn in each of -these works is astonishing, their variety is not less so. They are -like different creations of the same mind, not one of which has the -slightest reference to the rest. This distinctness and originality is -indeed the necessary consequence of truth and nature. Shakespear’s -genius alone appeared to possess the resources of nature. He is -‘your only <em>tragedy-maker</em>.’ His plays have the force of things upon -the mind. What he represents is brought home to the bosom as a -part of our experience, implanted in the memory as if we had known -the places, persons, and things of which he treats. <span class='sc'>Macbeth</span> is like -a record of a preternatural and tragical event. It has the rugged -severity of an old chronicle with all that the imagination of the poet -can engraft upon traditional belief. The castle of Macbeth, round -which ‘the air smells wooingly,’ and where ‘the temple-haunting -<span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span>martlet builds,’ has a real subsistence in the mind; the Weïrd Sisters -meet us in person on ‘the blasted heath’; the ‘air-drawn dagger’ -moves slowly before our eyes; the ‘gracious Duncan,’ the ‘blood-boultered -Banquo’ stand before us; all that passed through the mind -of Macbeth passes, without the loss of a tittle, through ours. All -that could actually take place, and all that is only possible to be -conceived, what was said and what was done, the workings of passion, -the spells of magic, are brought before us with the same absolute -truth and vividness—Shakespear excelled in the openings of his -plays: that of <span class='sc'>Macbeth</span> is the most striking of any. The wildness -of the scenery, the sudden shifting of the situations and characters, -the bustle, the expectations excited, are equally extraordinary. From -the first entrance of the Witches and the description of them when -they meet Macbeth,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘What are these</div> - <div class='line'>So wither’d and so wild in their attire,</div> - <div class='line'>That look not like the inhabitants of th’ earth</div> - <div class='line'>And yet are on’t?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>the mind is prepared for all that follows.</p> - -<p class='c000'>This tragedy is alike distinguished for the lofty imagination it -displays, and for the tumultuous vehemence of the action; and the -one is made the moving principle of the other. The overwhelming -pressure of preternatural agency urges on the tide of human passion -with redoubled force. Macbeth himself appears driven along by the -violence of his fate like a vessel drifting before a storm: he reels to -and fro like a drunken man; he staggers under the weight of his own -purposes and the suggestions of others; he stands at bay with his -situation; and from the superstitious awe and breathless suspense -into which the communications of the Weïrd Sisters throw him, is -hurried on with daring impatience to verify their predictions, and -with impious and bloody hand to tear aside the veil which hides the -uncertainty of the future. He is not equal to the struggle with fate -and conscience. He now ‘bends up each corporal instrument to the -terrible feat’; at other times his heart misgives him, and he is cowed -and abashed by his success. ‘The deed, no less than the attempt, -confounds him.’ His mind is assailed by the stings of remorse, and -full of ‘preternatural solicitings.’ His speeches and soliloquies are -dark riddles on human life, baffling solution, and entangling him in -their labyrinths. In thought he is absent and perplexed, sudden and -desperate in act, from a distrust of his own resolution. His energy -springs from the anxiety and agitation of his mind. His blindly -rushing forward on the objects of his ambition and revenge, or his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_188'>188</span>recoiling from them, equally betrays the harassed state of his feelings.—This -part of his character is admirably set off by being brought in -connection with that of Lady Macbeth, whose obdurate strength of -will and masculine firmness give her the ascendancy over her husband’s -faltering virtue. She at once seizes on the opportunity that offers -for the accomplishment of all their wished-for greatness, and never -flinches from her object till all is over. The magnitude of her -resolution almost covers the magnitude of her guilt. She is a great -bad woman, whom we hate, but whom we fear more than we hate. -She does not excite our loathing and abhorrence like Regan and -Gonerill. She is only wicked to gain a great end; and is perhaps -more distinguished by her commanding presence of mind and inexorable -self-will, which do not suffer her to be diverted from a bad -purpose, when once formed, by weak and womanly regrets, than by -the hardness of her heart or want of natural affections. The impression -which her lofty determination of character makes on the -mind of Macbeth is well described where he exclaims,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘Bring forth men children only;</div> - <div class='line'>For thy undaunted mettle should compose</div> - <div class='line'>Nothing but males!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Nor do the pains she is at to ‘screw his courage to the sticking-place,’ -the reproach to him, not to be ‘lost so poorly in himself,’ -the assurance that ‘a little water clears them of this deed,’ show -anything but her greater consistency in depravity. Her strong-nerved -ambition furnishes ribs of steel to ‘the sides of his intent’; -and she is herself wound up to the execution of her baneful project -with the same unshrinking fortitude in crime, that in other circumstances -she would probably have shown patience in suffering. The -deliberate sacrifice of all other considerations to the gaining ‘for -their future days and nights sole sovereign sway and masterdom,’ by -the murder of Duncan, is gorgeously expressed in her invocation on -hearing of ‘his fatal entrance under her battlements’:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>——‘Come all you spirits</div> - <div class='line'>That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here:</div> - <div class='line'>And fill me, from the crown to th’ toe, top-full</div> - <div class='line'>Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,</div> - <div class='line'>Stop up the access and passage to remorse,</div> - <div class='line'>That no compunctious visitings of nature</div> - <div class='line'>Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between</div> - <div class='line'>The effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts,</div> - <div class='line'>And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers,</div> - <div class='line'>Wherever in your sightless substances</div> - <div class='line'>You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night!</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_189'>189</span>And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,</div> - <div class='line'>That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor heav’n peep through the blanket of the dark,</div> - <div class='line'>To cry, hold, hold!’——</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>When she first hears that ‘Duncan comes there to sleep’ she is so -overcome by the news, which is beyond her utmost expectations, that -she answers the messenger, ‘Thou’rt mad to say it’: and on receiving -her husband’s account of the predictions of the Witches, conscious -of his instability of purpose, and that her presence is necessary to -goad him on to the consummation of his promised greatness, she -exclaims—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘Hie thee hither,</div> - <div class='line'>That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,</div> - <div class='line'>And chastise with the valour of my tongue</div> - <div class='line'>All that impedes thee from the golden round,</div> - <div class='line'>Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem</div> - <div class='line'>To have thee crowned withal.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This swelling exultation and keen spirit of triumph, this uncontroulable -eagerness of anticipation, which seems to dilate her form and -take possession of all her faculties, this solid, substantial flesh and -blood display of passion, exhibit a striking contrast to the cold, -abstracted, gratuitous, servile malignity of the Witches, who are -equally instrumental in urging Macbeth to his fate for the mere love -of mischief, and from a disinterested delight in deformity and cruelty. -They are hags of mischief, obscene panders to iniquity, malicious -from their impotence of enjoyment, enamoured of destruction, because -they are themselves unreal, abortive, half-existences—who become -sublime from their exemption from all human sympathies and contempt -for all human affairs, as Lady Macbeth does by the force of -passion! Her fault seems to have been an excess of that strong -principle of self-interest and family aggrandisement, not amenable to -the common feelings of compassion and justice, which is so marked -a feature in barbarous nations and times. A passing reflection of -this kind, on the resemblance of the sleeping king to her father, alone -prevents her from slaying Duncan with her own hand.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In speaking of the character of Lady Macbeth, we ought not to -pass over Mrs. Siddons’s manner of acting that part. We can conceive -of nothing grander. It was something above nature. It seemed -almost as if a being of a superior order had dropped from a higher -sphere to awe the world with the majesty of her appearance. Power -was seated on her brow, passion emanated from her breast as from a -shrine; she was tragedy personified. In coming on in the sleeping-scene, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_190'>190</span>her eyes were open, but their sense was shut. She was like -a person bewildered and unconscious of what she did. Her lips -moved involuntarily—all her gestures were involuntary and mechanical. -She glided on and off the stage like an apparition. To have seen -her in that character was an event in every one’s life, not to be -forgotten.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The dramatic beauty of the character of Duncan, which excites -the respect and pity even of his murderers, has been often pointed -out. It forms a picture of itself. An instance of the author’s power -of giving a striking effect to a common reflection, by the manner of -introducing it, occurs in a speech of Duncan, complaining of his -having been deceived in his opinion of the Thane of Cawdor, at the -very moment that he is expressing the most unbounded confidence in -the loyalty and services of Macbeth.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>‘There is no art</div> - <div class='line'>To find the mind’s construction in the face:</div> - <div class='line'>He was a gentleman, on whom I built</div> - <div class='line'>An absolute trust.</div> - <div class='line'>O worthiest cousin, (<em>addressing himself to Macbeth</em>.)</div> - <div class='line'>The sin of my ingratitude e’en now</div> - <div class='line'>Was great upon me,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Another passage to show that Shakespear lost sight of nothing -that could in any way give relief or heightening to his subject, is the -conversation which takes place between Banquo and Fleance immediately -before the murder-scene of Duncan.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Banquo.</em> How goes the night, boy?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fleance.</em> The moon is down: I have not heard the clock.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Banquo.</em> And she goes down at twelve.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fleance.</em> I take’t, ’tis later, Sir.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Banquo.</em> Hold, take my sword. There’s husbandry in heav’n,</div> - <div class='line'>Their candles are all out.—</div> - <div class='line'>A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,</div> - <div class='line'>And yet I would not sleep: Merciful Powers,</div> - <div class='line'>Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature</div> - <div class='line'>Gives way to in repose.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In like manner, a fine idea is given of the gloomy coming on of -evening, just as Banquo is going to be assassinated.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>‘Light thickens and the crow</div> - <div class='line'>Makes wing to the rooky wood.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Now spurs the lated traveller apace</div> - <div class='line'>To gain the timely inn.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_191'>191</span><span class='sc'>Macbeth</span> (generally speaking) is done upon a stronger and more -systematic principle of contrast than any other of Shakespear’s plays. -It moves upon the verge of an abyss, and is a constant struggle -between life and death. The action is desperate and the reaction is -dreadful. It is a huddling together of fierce extremes, a war of -opposite natures which of them shall destroy the other. There is -nothing but what has a violent end or violent beginnings. The lights -and shades are laid on with a determined hand; the transitions from -triumph to despair, from the height of terror to the repose of death, -are sudden and startling; every passion brings in its fellow-contrary, -and the thoughts pitch and jostle against each other as in the dark. -The whole play is an unruly chaos of strange and forbidden things, -where the ground rocks under our feet. Shakespear’s genius here -took its full swing, and trod upon the farthest bounds of nature and -passion. This circumstance will account for the abruptness and -violent antitheses of the style, the throes and labour which run through -the expression, and from defects will turn them into beauties. ‘So -fair and foul a day I have not seen,’ etc. ‘Such welcome and -unwelcome news together.’ ‘Men’s lives are like the flowers in -their caps, dying or ere they sicken.’ ‘Look like the innocent -flower, but be the serpent under it.’ The scene before the castle-gate -follows the appearance of the Witches on the heath, and is -followed by a midnight murder. Duncan is cut off betimes by treason -leagued with witchcraft, and Macduff is ripped untimely from his -mother’s womb to avenge his death. Macbeth, after the death of -Banquo, wishes for his presence in extravagant terms, ‘To him and -all we thirst,’ and when his ghost appears, cries out, ‘Avaunt and -quit my sight,’ and being gone, he is ‘himself again.’ Macbeth -resolves to get rid of Macduff, that ‘he may sleep in spite of thunder’; -and cheers his wife on the doubtful intelligence of Banquo’s taking-off -with the encouragement—‘Then be thou jocund: ere the bat has -flown his cloistered flight; ere to black Hecate’s summons the -shard-born beetle has rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done—a -deed of dreadful note.’ In Lady Macbeth’s speech ‘Had he -not resembled my father as he slept, I had done’t,’ there is murder -and filial piety together; and in urging him to fulfil his vengeance -against the defenceless king, her thoughts spare the blood neither of -infants nor old age. The description of the Witches is full of the -same contradictory principle; they ‘rejoice when good kings bleed,’ -they are neither of the earth nor the air, but both; ‘they should be -women, but their beards forbid it’; they take all the pains possible -to lead Macbeth on to the height of his ambition, only to betray him -‘in deeper consequence,’ and after showing him all the pomp of their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_192'>192</span>art, discover their malignant delight in his disappointed hopes, by -that bitter taunt, ‘Why stands Macbeth thus amazedly?’ We might -multiply such instances every where.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The leading features in the character of Macbeth are striking -enough, and they form what may be thought at first only a bold, -rude, Gothic outline. By comparing it with other characters of the -same author we shall perceive the absolute truth and identity which -is observed in the midst of the giddy whirl and rapid career of events. -Macbeth in Shakespear no more loses his identity of character in the -fluctuations of fortune or the storm of passion, than Macbeth in himself -would have lost the identity of his person. Thus he is as distinct -a being from Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span> as it is possible to imagine, though these -two characters in common hands, and indeed in the hands of any -other poet, would have been a repetition of the same general idea, -more or less exaggerated. For both are tyrants, usurpers, murderers, -both aspiring and ambitious, both courageous, cruel, treacherous. -But Richard is cruel from nature and constitution. Macbeth becomes -so from accidental circumstances. Richard is from his birth deformed -in body and mind, and naturally incapable of good. Macbeth is -full of ‘the milk of human kindness,’ is frank, sociable, generous. -He is tempted to the commission of guilt by golden opportunities, by -the instigations of his wife, and by prophetic warnings. Fate and -metaphysical aid conspire against his virtue and his loyalty. Richard -on the contrary needs no prompter, but wades through a series of -crimes to the height of his ambition from the ungovernable violence -of his temper and a reckless love of mischief. He is never gay but -in the prospect or in the success of his villainies: Macbeth is full of -horror at the thoughts of the murder of Duncan, which he is with -difficulty prevailed on to commit, and of remorse after its perpetration. -Richard has no mixture of common humanity in his composition, no -regard to kindred or posterity, he owns no fellowship with others, he -is ‘himself alone.’ Macbeth is not destitute of feelings of sympathy, -is accessible to pity, is even made in some measure the dupe of -his uxoriousness, ranks the loss of friends, of the cordial love of -his followers, and of his good name, among the causes which -have made him weary of life, and regrets that he has ever seized -the crown by unjust means, since he cannot transmit it to his -posterity—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘For Banquo’s issue have I fil’d my mind—</div> - <div class='line'>For them the gracious Duncan have I murther’d,</div> - <div class='line'>To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In the agitation of his mind, he envies those whom he has sent to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_193'>193</span>peace. ‘Duncan is in his grave; after life’s fitful fever he sleeps -well.’—It is true, he becomes more callous as he plunges deeper in -guilt, ‘direness is thus rendered familiar to his slaughterous thoughts,’ -and he in the end anticipates his wife in the boldness and bloodiness -of his enterprises, while she for want of the same stimulus of action, -‘is troubled with thick-coming fancies that rob her of her rest,’ goes -mad and dies. Macbeth endeavours to escape from reflection on his -crimes by repelling their consequences, and banishes remorse for the -past by the meditation of future mischief. This is not the principle -of Richard’s cruelty, which displays the wanton malice of a fiend as -much as the frailty of human passion. Macbeth is goaded on to acts -of violence and retaliation by necessity; to Richard, blood is a -pastime.—There are other decisive differences inherent in the two -characters. Richard may be regarded as a man of the world, a -plotting, hardened knave, wholly regardless of every thing but his own -ends, and the means to secure them.—Not so Macbeth. The superstitions -of the age, the rude state of society, the local scenery and -customs, all give a wildness and imaginary grandeur to his character. -From the strangeness of the events that surround him, he is full of -amazement and fear; and stands in doubt between the world of -reality and the world of fancy. He sees sights not shown to mortal -eye, and hears unearthly music. All is tumult and disorder within -and without his mind; his purposes recoil upon himself, are broken -and disjointed; he is the double thrall of his passions and his evil -destiny. Richard is not a character either of imagination or pathos, -but of pure self-will. There is no conflict of opposite feelings in his -breast. The apparitions which he sees only haunt him in his sleep; -nor does he live like Macbeth in a waking dream. Macbeth has -considerable energy and manliness of character; but then he is -‘subject to all the skyey influences.’ He is sure of nothing but the -present moment. Richard in the busy turbulence of his projects -never loses his self-possession, and makes use of every circumstance -that happens as an instrument of his long-reaching designs. In his -last extremity we can only regard him as a wild beast taken in the -toils: while we never entirely lose our concern for Macbeth; and -he calls back all our sympathy by that fine close of thoughtful -melancholy—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘My way of life is fallen into the sear,</div> - <div class='line'>The yellow leaf; and that which should accompany old age,</div> - <div class='line'>As honour, troops of friends, I must not look to have;</div> - <div class='line'>But in their stead, curses not loud but deep,</div> - <div class='line'>Mouth-honour, breath, which the poor heart</div> - <div class='line'>Would fain deny, and dare not.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_194'>194</span>We can conceive a common actor to play Richard tolerably well; -we can conceive no one to play Macbeth properly, or to look like -a man that had encountered the Weïrd Sisters. All the actors that -we have ever seen, appear as if they had encountered them on the -boards of Covent-garden or Drury-lane, but not on the heath at Fores, -and as if they did not believe what they had seen. The Witches of -<span class='sc'>Macbeth</span> indeed are ridiculous on the modern stage, and we doubt if -the Furies of Æschylus would be more respected. The progress of -manners and knowledge has an influence on the stage, and will in -time perhaps destroy both tragedy and comedy. Filch’s picking -pockets in the <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite> is not so good a jest as it used to be: -by the force of the police and of philosophy, Lillo’s murders and -the ghosts in Shakespear will become obsolete. At last, there will -be nothing left, good nor bad, to be desired or dreaded, on the theatre -or in real life.—A question has been started with respect to the -originality of Shakespear’s Witches, which has been well answered -by Mr. Lamb in his notes to the ‘Specimens of Early Dramatic -Poetry.’</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Though some resemblance may be traced between the charms in -<span class='sc'>Macbeth</span>, and the incantations in this play (the Witch of Middleton), -which is supposed to have preceded it, this coincidence will not detract -much from the originality of Shakespear. His Witches are distinguished -from the Witches of Middleton by essential differences. These are -creatures to whom man or woman plotting some dire mischief might resort -for occasional consultation. Those originate deeds of blood, and begin -bad impulses to men. From the moment that their eyes first meet with -Macbeth’s, he is spell-bound. That meeting sways his destiny. He can -never break the fascination. These Witches can hurt the body; those -have power over the soul.—Hecate in Middleton has a son, a low buffoon: -the hags of Shakespear have neither child of their own, nor seem to be -descended from any parent. They are foul anomalies, of whom we know -not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. -As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human -relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy -music. This is all we know of them.—Except Hecate, they have no -names, which heightens their mysteriousness. The names, and some of -the properties which Middleton has given to his hags, excite smiles. The -Weïrd Sisters are serious things. Their presence cannot co-exist with -mirth. But, in a lesser degree, the Witches of Middleton are fine creations. -Their power too is, in some measure, over the mind. They raise jars, -jealousies, strifes, <em>like a thick scurf o’er life</em>.’</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span> - <h3 class='c010'>JULIUS CÆSAR</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Julius Cæsar</span> was one of three principal plays by different authors, -pitched upon by the celebrated Earl of Hallifax to be brought out in -a splendid manner by subscription, in the year 1707. The other two -were the <cite>King and No King</cite> of Fletcher, and Dryden’s <cite>Maiden Queen</cite>. -There perhaps might be political reasons for this selection, as far as -regards our author. Otherwise, Shakespear’s <span class='sc'>Julius Cæsar</span> is not -equal as a whole, to either of his other plays taken from the Roman -history. It is inferior in interest to <cite>Coriolanus</cite>, and both in interest -and power to <cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>. It however abounds in admirable -and affecting passages, and is remarkable for the profound knowledge -of character, in which Shakespear could scarcely fail. If there is any -exception to this remark, it is in the hero of the piece himself. We -do not much admire the representation here given of Julius Cæsar, -nor do we think it answers to the portrait given of him in his -Commentaries. He makes several vapouring and rather pedantic -speeches, and does nothing. Indeed, he has nothing to do. So far, -the fault of the character is the fault of the plot.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The spirit with which the poet has entered at once into the -manners of the common people, and the jealousies and heart-burnings -of the different factions, is shown in the first scene, where Flavius -and Marullus, tribunes of the people, and some citizens of Rome, -appear upon the stage.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l c018'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Flavius.</em> Thou art a cobler, art thou?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c019'><em>Cobler.</em> Truly, Sir, <em>all</em> that I live by, is the <em>awl</em>. I meddle with no -tradesman’s matters, nor woman’s matters, but <em>with-al</em>, I am indeed, Sir, a -surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l c018'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Flavius.</em> But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?</div> - <div class='line'>Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c019'><em>Cobler.</em> Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. -But indeed, Sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar, and rejoice in his triumph.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>To this specimen of quaint low humour immediately follows that -unexpected and animated burst of indignant eloquence, put into the -mouth of one of the angry tribunes.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Marullus.</em> Wherefore rejoice!—What conquest brings he home?</div> - <div class='line'>What tributaries follow him to Rome,</div> - <div class='line'>To grace in captive-bonds his chariot-wheels?</div> - <div class='line'>Oh you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome!</div> - <div class='line'>Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_196'>196</span>Have you climb’d up to walls and battlements,</div> - <div class='line'>To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,</div> - <div class='line'>Your infants in your arms, and there have sat</div> - <div class='line'>The live-long day with patient expectation,</div> - <div class='line'>To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:</div> - <div class='line'>And when you saw his chariot but appear,</div> - <div class='line'>Have you not made an universal shout,</div> - <div class='line'>That Tyber trembled underneath his banks</div> - <div class='line'>To hear the replication of your sounds,</div> - <div class='line'>Made in his concave shores?</div> - <div class='line'>And do you now put on your best attire?</div> - <div class='line'>And do you now cull out an holiday?</div> - <div class='line'>And do you now strew flowers in his way</div> - <div class='line'>That comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood?</div> - <div class='line'>Begone——</div> - <div class='line'>Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,</div> - <div class='line'>Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague,</div> - <div class='line'>That needs must light on this ingratitude.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The well-known dialogue between Brutus and Cassius, in which -the latter breaks the design of the conspiracy to the former, and -partly gains him over to it, is a noble piece of high-minded declamation. -Cassius’s insisting on the pretended effeminacy of Cæsar’s -character, and his description of their swimming across the Tiber -together, ‘once upon a raw and gusty day,’ are among the finest -strokes in it. But perhaps the whole is not equal to the short scene -which follows, when Cæsar enters with his train:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Brutus.</em> The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cassius.</em> As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,</div> - <div class='line'>And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you</div> - <div class='line'>What has proceeded worthy note to day.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Brutus.</em> I will do so; but look you, Cassius—</div> - <div class='line'>The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar’s brow,</div> - <div class='line'>And all the rest look like a chidden train.</div> - <div class='line'>Calphurnia’s cheek is pale; and Cicero</div> - <div class='line'>Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>As we have seen him in the Capitol,</div> - <div class='line'>Being crost in conference by some senators.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cassius.</em> Casca will tell us what the matter is.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cæsar.</em> Antonius——</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> Cæsar?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cæsar.</em> Let me have men about me that are fat,</div> - <div class='line'>Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights:</div> - <div class='line'>Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look,</div> - <div class='line'>He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> Fear him not, Cæsar, he’s not dangerous:</div> - <div class='line'>He is a noble Roman, and well given.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_197'>197</span><em>Cæsar.</em> Would he were fatter; but I fear him not:</div> - <div class='line'>Yet if my name were liable to fear,</div> - <div class='line'>I do not know the man I should avoid</div> - <div class='line'>So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;</div> - <div class='line'>He is a great observer; and he looks</div> - <div class='line'>Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,</div> - <div class='line'>As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:</div> - <div class='line'>Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort,</div> - <div class='line'>As if he mock’d himself, and scorn’d his spirit,</div> - <div class='line'>That could be mov’d to smile at any thing.</div> - <div class='line'>Such men as he be never at heart’s ease,</div> - <div class='line'>Whilst they behold a greater than themselves;</div> - <div class='line'>And therefore are they very dangerous.</div> - <div class='line'>I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d</div> - <div class='line'>Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar.</div> - <div class='line'>Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,</div> - <div class='line'>And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We know hardly any passage more expressive of the genius of -Shakespear than this. It is as if he had been actually present, had -known the different characters and what they thought of one another, -and had taken down what he heard and saw, their looks, words, and -gestures, just as they happened.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Mark Antony is farther speculated upon where -the conspirators deliberate whether he shall fall with Cæsar. Brutus -is against it—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And for Mark Antony, think not of him:</div> - <div class='line'>For he can do no more than Cæsar’s arm,</div> - <div class='line'>When Cæsar’s head is off.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cassius.</em> Yet I do fear him:</div> - <div class='line'>For in th’ ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar——</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Brutus.</em> Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:</div> - <div class='line'>If he love Cæsar, all that he can do</div> - <div class='line'>Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæsar:</div> - <div class='line'>And that were much, he should; for he is giv’n</div> - <div class='line'>To sports, to wildness, and much company.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Trebonius.</em> There is no fear in him; let him not die:</div> - <div class='line'>For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>They were in the wrong; and Cassius was right.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The honest manliness of Brutus is however sufficient to find out -the unfitness of Cicero to be included in their enterprise, from his -affected egotism and literary vanity.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O, name him not: let us not break with him;</div> - <div class='line'>For he will never follow anything,</div> - <div class='line'>That other men begin.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_198'>198</span>His scepticism as to prodigies and his moralising on the weather—‘This -disturbed sky is not to walk in’—are in the same spirit of -refined imbecility.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Shakespear has in this play and elsewhere shown the same penetration -into political character and the springs of public events as into -those of every-day life. For instance, the whole design of the -conspirators to liberate their country fails from the generous temper -and overweening confidence of Brutus in the goodness of their cause -and the assistance of others. Thus it has always been. Those who -mean well themselves think well of others, and fall a prey to their -security. That humanity and honesty which dispose men to resist -injustice and tyranny render them unfit to cope with the cunning and -power of those who are opposed to them. The friends of liberty -trust to the professions of others, because they are themselves sincere, -and endeavour to reconcile the public good with the least possible -hurt to its enemies, who have no regard to any thing but their own -unprincipled ends, and stick at nothing to accomplish them. Cassius -was better cut out for a conspirator. His heart prompted his head. -His watchful jealousy made him fear the worst that might happen, -and his irritability of temper added to his inveteracy of purpose, and -sharpened his patriotism. The mixed nature of his motives made -him fitter to contend with bad men. The vices are never so well -employed as in combating one another. Tyranny and servility are to -be dealt with after their own fashion: otherwise, they will triumph -over those who spare them, and finally pronounce their funeral -panegyric, as Antony did that of Brutus.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘All the conspirators, save only he,</div> - <div class='line'>Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar:</div> - <div class='line'>He only in a general honest thought</div> - <div class='line'>And common good to all, made one of them.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The quarrel between Brutus and Cassius is managed in a masterly -way. The dramatic fluctuation of passion, the calmness of Brutus, -the heat of Cassius, are admirably described; and the exclamation of -Cassius on hearing of the death of Portia, which he does not learn -till after their reconciliation, ‘How ‘scaped I killing when I crost you -so?’ gives double force to all that has gone before. The scene -between Brutus and Portia, where she endeavours to extort the secret -of the conspiracy from him, is conceived in the most heroical spirit, -and the burst of tenderness in Brutus—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘You are my true and honourable wife;</div> - <div class='line'>As dear to me as are the ruddy drops</div> - <div class='line'>That visit my sad heart’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_199'>199</span>is justified by her whole behaviour. Portia’s breathless impatience to -learn the event of the conspiracy, in the dialogue with Lucius, is full -of passion. The interest which Portia takes in Brutus and that -which Calphurnia takes in the fate of Cæsar are discriminated with -the nicest precision. Mark Antony’s speech over the dead body of -Cæsar has been justly admired for the mixture of pathos and artifice -in it: that of Brutus certainly is not so good.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The entrance of the conspirators to the house of Brutus at midnight -is rendered very impressive. In the midst of this scene, we -meet with one of those careless and natural digressions which occur so -frequently and beautifully in Shakespear. After Cassius has introduced -his friends one by one, Brutus says—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>‘They are all welcome.</div> - <div class='line'>What watchful cares do interpose themselves</div> - <div class='line'>Betwixt your eyes and night?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cassius.</em> Shall I entreat a word? (<em>They whisper.</em>)</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Decius.</em> Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Casca.</em> No.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cinna.</em> O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey lines,</div> - <div class='line'>That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Casca.</em> You shall confess, that you are both deceiv’d:</div> - <div class='line'>Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,</div> - <div class='line'>Which is a great way growing on the south,</div> - <div class='line'>Weighing the youthful season of the year.</div> - <div class='line'>Some two months hence, up higher toward the north</div> - <div class='line'>He first presents his fire, and the high east</div> - <div class='line'>Stands as the Capitol, directly here.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We cannot help thinking this graceful familiarity better than all the -fustian in the world.—The truth of history in <span class='sc'>Julius Cæsar</span> is very -ably worked up with dramatic effect. The councils of generals, the -doubtful turns of battles, are represented to the life. The death of -Brutus is worthy of him—it has the dignity of the Roman senator -with the firmness of the Stoic philosopher. But what is perhaps -better than either, is the little incident of his boy, Lucius, falling -asleep over his instrument, as he is playing to his master in his tent, -the night before the battle. Nature had played him the same forgetful -trick once before on the night of the conspiracy. The humanity of -Brutus is the same on both occasions.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>——‘It is no matter:</div> - <div class='line'>Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.</div> - <div class='line'>Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,</div> - <div class='line'>Which busy care draws in the brains of men.</div> - <div class='line'>Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_200'>200</span> - <h3 class='c010'>OTHELLO</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>It has been said that tragedy purifies the affections by terror and -pity. That is, it substitutes imaginary sympathy for mere selfishness. -It gives us a high and permanent interest, beyond ourselves, in -humanity as such. It raises the great, the remote, and the possible -to an equality with the real, the little and the near. It makes man -a partaker with his kind. It subdues and softens the stubbornness of -his will. It teaches him that there are and have been others like -himself, by showing him as in a glass what they have felt, thought, -and done. It opens the chambers of the human heart. It leaves -nothing indifferent to us that can affect our common nature. It -excites our sensibility by exhibiting the passions wound up to the utmost -pitch by the power of imagination or the temptation of circumstances; -and corrects their fatal excesses in ourselves by pointing to the greater -extent of sufferings and of crimes to which they have led others. -Tragedy creates a balance of the affections. It makes us thoughtful -spectators in the lists of life. It is the refiner of the species; a -discipline of humanity. The habitual study of poetry and works of -imagination is one chief part of a well-grounded education. A taste -for liberal art is necessary to complete the character of a gentleman. -Science alone is hard and mechanical. It exercises the understanding -upon things out of ourselves, while it leaves the affections unemployed, -or engrossed with our own immediate, narrow interests.—<span class='sc'>Othello</span> -furnishes an illustration of these remarks. It excites our sympathy in -an extraordinary degree. The moral it conveys has a closer application -to the concerns of human life than that of almost any other of -Shakespear’s plays. ‘It comes directly home to the bosoms and -business of men.’ The pathos in <cite>Lear</cite> is indeed more dreadful and -overpowering: but it is less natural, and less of every day’s occurrence. -We have not the same degree of sympathy with the passions -described in <cite>Macbeth</cite>. The interest in <cite>Hamlet</cite> is more remote and -reflex. That of <span class='sc'>Othello</span> is at once equally profound and affecting.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The picturesque contrasts of character in this play are almost as -remarkable as the depth of the passion. The Moor Othello, the -gentle Desdemona, the villain Iago, the good-natured Cassio, the fool -Roderigo, present a range and variety of character as striking and -palpable as that produced by the opposition of costume in a picture. -Their distinguishing qualities stand out to the mind’s eye, so that -even when we are not thinking of their actions or sentiments, the idea -of their persons is still as present to us as ever. These characters and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span>the images they stamp upon the mind are the farthest asunder possible, -the distance between them is immense: yet the compass of knowledge -and invention which the poet has shown in embodying these extreme -creations of his genius is only greater than the truth and felicity with -which he has identified each character with itself, or blended their -different qualities together in the same story. What a contrast the -character of Othello forms to that of Iago! At the same time, the -force of conception with which these two figures are opposed to each -other is rendered still more intense by the complete consistency with -which the traits of each character are brought out in a state of the -highest finishing. The making one black and the other white, the -one unprincipled, the other unfortunate in the extreme, would have -answered the common purposes of effect, and satisfied the ambition of -an ordinary painter of character. Shakespear has laboured the finer -shades of difference in both with as much care and skill as if he had -had to depend on the execution alone for the success of his design. On -the other hand, Desdemona and Æmilia are not meant to be opposed -with anything like strong contrast to each other. Both are, to outward -appearance, characters of common life, not more distinguished -than women usually are, by difference of rank and situation. The -difference of their thoughts and sentiments is however laid open, their -minds are separated from each other by signs as plain and as little to -be mistaken as the complexions of their husbands.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The movement of the passion in Othello is exceedingly different -from that of Macbeth. In Macbeth there is a violent struggle -between opposite feelings, between ambition and the stings of conscience, -almost from first to last: in Othello, the doubtful conflict -between contrary passions, though dreadful, continues only for a short -time, and the chief interest is excited by the alternate ascendancy of -different passions, by the entire and unforeseen change from the -fondest love and most unbounded confidence to the tortures of jealousy -and the madness of hatred. The revenge of Othello, after it has -once taken thorough possession of his mind, never quits it, but grows -stronger and stronger at every moment of its delay. The nature of -the Moor is noble, confiding, tender, and generous; but his blood is -of the most inflammable kind; and being once roused by a sense of his -wrongs, he is stopped by no considerations of remorse or pity till he -has given a loose to all the dictates of his rage and his despair. It is -in working his noble nature up to this extremity through rapid but -gradual transitions, in raising passion to its height from the smallest -beginnings and in spite of all obstacles, in painting the expiring -conflict between love and hatred, tenderness and resentment, jealousy -and remorse, in unfolding the strength and the weakness of our nature, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>in uniting sublimity of thought with the anguish of the keenest woe, -in putting in motion the various impulses that agitate this our mortal -being, and at last blending them in that noble tide of deep and -sustained passion, impetuous but majestic, that ‘flows on to the -Propontic, and knows no ebb,’ that Shakespear has shown the mastery -of his genius and of his power over the human heart. The third act -of <span class='sc'>Othello</span> is his finest display, not of knowledge or passion separately, -but of the two combined, of the knowledge of character with the -expression of passion, of consummate art in the keeping up of appearances -with the profound workings of nature, and the convulsive movements -of uncontroulable agony, of the power of inflicting torture and -of suffering it. Not only is the tumult of passion in Othello’s mind -heaved up from the very bottom of the soul, but every the slightest -undulation of feeling is seen on the surface, as it arises from the -impulses of imagination or the malicious suggestions of Iago. The -progressive preparation for the catastrophe is wonderfully managed -from the Moor’s first gallant recital of the story of his love, -of ‘the spells and witchcraft he had used,’ from his unlooked-for and -romantic success, the fond satisfaction with which he dotes on his -own happiness, the unreserved tenderness of Desdemona and her -innocent importunities in favour of Cassio, irritating the suspicions -instilled into her husband’s mind by the perfidy of Iago, and rankling -there to poison, till he loses all command of himself, and his rage can -only be appeased by blood. She is introduced, just before Iago -begins to put his scheme in practice, pleading for Cassio with all -the thoughtless gaiety of friendship and winning confidence in the love -of Othello.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What! Michael Cassio?</div> - <div class='line'>That came a wooing with you, and so many a time,</div> - <div class='line'>When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,</div> - <div class='line'>Hath ta’en your part, to have so much to do</div> - <div class='line'>To bring him in?—Why this is not a boon:</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis as I should intreat you wear your gloves,</div> - <div class='line'>Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm;</div> - <div class='line'>Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit</div> - <div class='line'>To your person. Nay, when I have a suit,</div> - <div class='line'>Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,</div> - <div class='line'>It shall be full of poise, and fearful to be granted.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Othello’s confidence, at first only staggered by broken hints and -insinuations, recovers itself at sight of Desdemona; and he exclaims</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘If she be false, O then Heav’n mocks itself:</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll not believe it.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>But presently after, on brooding over his suspicions by himself, and -yielding to his apprehensions of the worst, his smothered jealousy -breaks out into open fury, and he returns to demand satisfaction of -Iago like a wild beast stung with the envenomed shaft of the hunters. -‘Look where he comes,’ etc. In this state of exasperation and -violence, after the first paroxysms of his grief and tenderness have had -their vent in that passionate apostrophe, ‘I felt not Cassio’s kisses on -her lips,’ Iago, by false aspersions, and by presenting the most -revolting images to his mind,<a id='r65' /><a href='#f65' class='c012'><sup>[65]</sup></a> easily turns the storm of passion from -himself against Desdemona, and works him up into a trembling agony -of doubt and fear, in which he abandons all his love and hopes in -a breath.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Now do I see ’tis true. Look here, Iago,</div> - <div class='line'>All my fond love thus do I blow to Heav’n. ’Tis gone.</div> - <div class='line'>Arise black vengeance from the hollow hell;</div> - <div class='line'>Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne</div> - <div class='line'>To tyrannous hate! Swell bosom with thy fraught;</div> - <div class='line'>For ’tis of aspicks’ tongues.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>From this time, his raging thoughts ‘never look back, ne’er ebb -to humble love,’ till his revenge is sure of its object, the painful -regrets and involuntary recollections of past circumstances which -cross his mind amidst the dim trances of passion, aggravating the -sense of his wrongs, but not shaking his purpose. Once indeed, -where Iago shows him Cassio with the handkerchief in his hand, and -making sport (as he thinks) of his misfortunes, the intolerable bitterness -of his feelings, the extreme sense of shame, makes him fall to -praising her accomplishments and relapse into a momentary fit of -weakness, ‘Yet, oh the pity of it, Iago, the pity of it!’ This -returning fondness however only serves, as it is managed by Iago, -to whet his revenge, and set his heart more against her. In his -conversations with Desdemona, the persuasion of her guilt and the -immediate proofs of her duplicity seem to irritate his resentment and -aversion to her; but in the scene immediately preceding her death, -the recollection of his love returns upon him in all its tenderness and -force; and after her death, he all at once forgets his wrongs in the -sudden and irreparable sense of his loss.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘My wife! My wife! What wife? I have no wife.</div> - <div class='line'>Oh insupportable! Oh heavy hour!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>This happens before he is assured of her innocence; but afterwards -his remorse is as dreadful as his revenge has been, and yields only to -fixed and death-like despair. His farewell speech, before he kills himself, -in which he conveys his reasons to the senate for the murder of -his wife, is equal to the first speech in which he gave them an account -of his courtship of her, and ‘his whole course of love.’ Such an -ending was alone worthy of such a commencement.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If any thing could add to the force of our sympathy with Othello, -or compassion for his fate, it would be the frankness and generosity -of his nature, which so little deserve it. When Iago first begins to -practise upon his unsuspecting friendship, he answers—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘’Tis not to make me jealous,</div> - <div class='line'>To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,</div> - <div class='line'>Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;</div> - <div class='line'>Where virtue is, these are most virtuous.</div> - <div class='line'>Nor from my own weak merits will I draw</div> - <div class='line'>The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,</div> - <div class='line'>For she had eyes and chose me.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This character is beautifully (and with affecting simplicity) confirmed -by what Desdemona herself says of him to Æmilia after she has lost -the handkerchief, the first pledge of his love to her.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse</div> - <div class='line'>Full of cruzadoes. And but my noble Moor</div> - <div class='line'>Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness,</div> - <div class='line'>As jealous creatures are, it were enough</div> - <div class='line'>To put him to ill thinking.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Æmilia.</em> Is he not jealous?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Desdemona.</em> Who he? I think the sun where he was born</div> - <div class='line'>Drew all such humours from him.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In a short speech of Æmilia’s, there occurs one of those side-intimations -of the fluctuations of passion which we seldom meet with -but in Shakespear. After Othello has resolved upon the death of -his wife, and bids her dismiss her attendant for the night, she -answers,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I will, my Lord.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Æmilia.</em> How goes it now? <em>He looks gentler than he did.</em>’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Shakespear has here put into half a line what some authors would -have spun out into ten set speeches.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Desdemona is inimitable both in itself, and as it -appears in contrast with Othello’s groundless jealousy, and with the -foul conspiracy of which she is the innocent victim. Her beauty -<span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span>and external graces are only indirectly glanced at: we see ‘her -visage in her mind’; her character every where predominates over -her person.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘A maiden never bold:</div> - <div class='line'>Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion</div> - <div class='line'>Blush’d at itself.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is one fine compliment paid to her by Cassio, who exclaims -triumphantly when she comes ashore at Cyprus after the storm,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,</div> - <div class='line'>As having sense of beauty, do omit</div> - <div class='line'>Their mortal natures, letting safe go by</div> - <div class='line'>The divine Desdemona.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In general, as is the case with most of Shakespear’s females, we -lose sight of her personal charms in her attachment and devotedness -to her husband. ‘She is subdued even to the very quality of her -lord’; and to Othello’s ‘honours and his valiant parts her soul and -fortunes consecrates.’ The lady protests so much herself, and she -is as good as her word. The truth of conception, with which -timidity and boldness are united in the same character, is marvellous. -The extravagance of her resolutions, the pertinacity of her affections, -may be said to arise out of the gentleness of her nature. They -imply an unreserved reliance on the purity of her own intentions, an -entire surrender of her fears to her love, a knitting of herself (heart -and soul) to the fate of another. Bating the commencement of her -passion, which is a little fantastical and headstrong (though even that -may perhaps be consistently accounted for from her inability to resist -a rising inclination<a id='r66' /><a href='#f66' class='c012'><sup>[66]</sup></a>) her whole character consists in having no will -of her own, no prompter but her obedience. Her romantic turn is -only a consequence of the domestic and practical part of her disposition; -and instead of following Othello to the wars, she would gladly -have ‘remained at home a moth of peace,’ if her husband could have -staid with her. Her resignation and angelic sweetness of temper -do not desert her at the last. The scenes in which she laments and -tries to account for Othello’s estrangement from her are exquisitely -beautiful. After he has struck her, and called her names, she says,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>——‘Alas, Iago,</div> - <div class='line'>What shall I do to win my lord again?</div> - <div class='line'>Good friend, go to him; for by this light of heaven,</div> - <div class='line'>I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>If e’er my will did trespass ‘gainst his love,</div> - <div class='line'>Either in discourse, or thought, or actual deed,</div> - <div class='line'>Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense</div> - <div class='line'>Delighted them on any other form;</div> - <div class='line'>Or that I do not, and ever did,</div> - <div class='line'>And ever will, though he do shake me off</div> - <div class='line'>To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,</div> - <div class='line'>Comfort forswear me. Unkindness may do much,</div> - <div class='line'>And his unkindness may defeat my life,</div> - <div class='line'>But never taint my love.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> I pray you be content: ’tis but his humour.</div> - <div class='line'>The business of the state does him offence.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Desdemona.</em> If ‘twere no other!——</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The scene which follows with Æmilia and the song of the -Willow, are equally beautiful, and show the author’s extreme power -of varying the expression of passion, in all its moods and in all -circumstances.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Æmilia.</em> Would you had never seen him.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Desdemona.</em> So would not I: my love doth so approve him,</div> - <div class='line'>That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns,</div> - <div class='line'>Have grace and favour in them,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Not the unjust suspicions of Othello, not Iago’s unprovoked treachery, -place Desdemona in a more amiable or interesting light than the -conversation (half earnest, half jest) between her and Æmilia on the -common behaviour of women to their husbands. This dialogue takes -place just before the last fatal scene. If Othello had overheard it, -it would have prevented the whole catastrophe; but then it would -have spoiled the play.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Iago is one of the supererogations of Shakespear’s -genius. Some persons, more nice than wise, have thought this whole -character unnatural, because his villainy is <em>without a sufficient motive</em>. -Shakespear, who was as good a philosopher as he was a poet, thought -otherwise. He knew that the love of power, which is another name -for the love of mischief, is natural to man. He would know this as -well or better than if it had been demonstrated to him by a logical -diagram, merely from seeing children paddle in the dirt or kill flies -for sport. Iago in fact belongs to a class of character, common to -Shakespear and at the same time peculiar to him; whose heads are -as acute and active as their hearts are hard and callous. Iago is to -be sure an extreme instance of the kind; that is to say, of diseased -intellectual activity, with the most perfect indifference to moral good -or evil, or rather with a decided preference of the latter, because it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span>falls more readily in with his favourite propensity, gives greater zest -to his thoughts and scope to his actions. He is quite or nearly as -indifferent to his own fate as to that of others; he runs all risks for -a trifling and doubtful advantage; and is himself the dupe and victim -of his ruling passion—an insatiable craving after action of the most -difficult and dangerous kind. ‘Our ancient’ is a philosopher, who -fancies that a lie that kills has more point in it than an alliteration or -an antithesis; who thinks a fatal experiment on the peace of a family -a better thing than watching the palpitations in the heart of a flea in -a microscope; who plots the ruin of his friends as an exercise for his -ingenuity, and stabs men in the dark to prevent <em>ennui</em>. His gaiety, -such as it is, arises from the success of his treachery; his ease from -the torture he has inflicted on others. He is an amateur of tragedy -in real life; and instead of employing his invention on imaginary -characters, or long-forgotten incidents, he takes the bolder and more -desperate course of getting up his plot at home, casts the principal -parts among his nearest friends and connections, and rehearses it in -downright earnest, with steady nerves and unabated resolution. We -will just give an illustration or two.</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of his most characteristic speeches is that immediately after -the marriage of Othello.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Roderigo.</em> What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,</div> - <div class='line'>If he can carry her thus!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Call up her father:</div> - <div class='line'>Rouse him (<cite>Othello</cite>) make after him, poison his delight,</div> - <div class='line'>Proclaim him in the streets, incense her kinsmen,</div> - <div class='line'>And tho’ he in a fertile climate dwell,</div> - <div class='line'>Plague him with flies: tho’ that his joy be joy,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet throw such changes of vexation on it,</div> - <div class='line'>As it may lose some colour.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In the next passage, his imagination runs riot in the mischief he is -plotting, and breaks out into the wildness and impetuosity of real -enthusiasm.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Roderigo.</em> Here is her father’s house: I’ll call aloud.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Do, with like timourous accent and dire yell</div> - <div class='line'>As when, by night and negligence, the fire</div> - <div class='line'>Is spied in populous cities.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>One of his most favourite topics, on which he is rich indeed, and -in descanting on which his spleen serves him for a Muse, is the disproportionate -match between Desdemona and the Moor. This is a -clue to the character of the lady which he is by no means ready to -part with. It is brought forward in the first scene, and he recurs to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>it, when in answer to his insinuations against Desdemona, Roderigo -says,</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘I cannot believe that in her—she’s full of most blest conditions.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Iago.</em> Bless’d fig’s end. The wine she drinks is made of grapes. If -she had been blest, she would never have married the Moor.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>And again with still more spirit and fatal effect afterwards, when he -turns this very suggestion arising in Othello’s own breast to her -prejudice.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Othello.</em> And yet how nature erring from itself—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Ay, there’s the point;—as to be bold with you,</div> - <div class='line'>Not to affect many proposed matches</div> - <div class='line'>Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is probing to the quick. Iago here turns the character of -poor Desdemona, as it were, inside out. It is certain that nothing -but the genius of Shakespear could have preserved the entire interest -and delicacy of the part, and have even drawn an additional elegance -and dignity from the peculiar circumstances in which she is placed.—The -habitual licentiousness of Iago’s conversation is not to be traced -to the pleasure he takes in gross or lascivious images, but to his -desire of finding out the worst side of everything, and of proving -himself an over-match for appearances. He has none of ‘the milk -of human kindness’ in his composition. His imagination rejects -every thing that has not a strong infusion of the most unpalatable -ingredients; his mind digests only poisons. Virtue or goodness or -whatever has the least ‘relish of salvation in it,’ is, to his depraved -appetite, sickly and insipid: and he even resents the good opinion -entertained of his own integrity, as if it were an affront cast on the -masculine sense and spirit of his character. Thus at the meeting -between Othello and Desdemona, he exclaims—‘Oh, you are well -tuned now: but I’ll set down the pegs that make this music, <em>as -honest as I am</em>‘—his character of <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bonhomme</span></i><a id='t208'></a> not sitting at all easy -upon him. In the scenes, where he tries to work Othello to his -purpose, he is proportionably guarded, insidious, dark, and deliberate. -We believe nothing ever came up to the profound dissimulation and -dextrous artifice of the well-known dialogue in the third act, where -he first enters upon the execution of his design.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Iago.</em> My noble lord.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> What dost thou say, Iago?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Did Michael Cassio,</div> - <div class='line'>When you woo’d my lady, know of your love?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> He did from first to last.</div> - <div class='line'>Why dost thou ask?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span><em>Iago.</em> But for a satisfaction of my thought,</div> - <div class='line'>No further harm.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> Why of thy thought, Iago?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> I did not think he had been acquainted with it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> O yes, and went between us very oft—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Indeed!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’st thou aught of that?</div> - <div class='line'>Is he not honest?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Honest, my lord?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> Honest? Ay, honest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> My lord, for aught I know.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> What do’st thou think?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> Think, my lord!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> Think, my lord! Alas, thou echo’st me,</div> - <div class='line'>As if there was some monster in thy thought</div> - <div class='line'>Too hideous to be shewn.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The stops and breaks, the deep workings of treachery under the -mask of love and honesty, the anxious watchfulness, the cool earnestness, -and if we may so say, the <em>passion</em> of hypocrisy, marked in every -line, receive their last finishing in that inconceivable burst of pretended -indignation at Othello’s doubts of his sincerity.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O grace! O Heaven forgive me!</div> - <div class='line'>Are you a man? Have you a soul or sense?</div> - <div class='line'>God be wi’ you; take mine office. O wretched fool,</div> - <div class='line'>That lov’st to make thine honesty a vice!</div> - <div class='line'>Oh monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world!</div> - <div class='line'>To be direct and honest, is not safe.</div> - <div class='line'>I thank you for this profit, and from hence</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If Iago is detestable enough when he has business on his hands -and all his engines at work, he is still worse when he has nothing -to do, and we only see into the hollowness of his heart. His -indifference when Othello falls into a swoon, is perfectly diabolical.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Iago.</em> How is it, General? Have you not hurt your head?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> Do’st thou mock me?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Iago.</em> I mock you not, by Heaven,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The part indeed would hardly be tolerated, even as a foil to the -virtue and generosity of the other characters in the play, but for its -indefatigable industry and inexhaustible resources, which divert the -attention of the spectator (as well as his own) from the end he has -in view to the means by which it must be accomplished.—Edmund -the Bastard in <cite>Lear</cite> is something of the same character, placed in -less prominent circumstances. Zanga is a vulgar caricature of it.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span> - <h3 class='c010'>TIMON OF ATHENS</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Timon of Athens</span> always appeared to us to be written with as intense -a feeling of his subject as any one play of Shakespear. It is one of -the few in which he seems to be in earnest throughout, never to trifle -nor go out of his way. He does not relax in his efforts, nor lose -sight of the unity of his design. It is the only play of our author in -which spleen is the predominant feeling of the mind. It is as much -a satire as a play: and contains some of the finest pieces of invective -possible to be conceived, both in the snarling, captious answers of the -cynic Apemantus, and in the impassioned and more terrible imprecations -of Timon. The latter remind the classical reader of the force -and swelling impetuosity of the moral declamations in <em>Juvenal</em>, while -the former have all the keenness and caustic severity of the old Stoic -philosophers. The soul of Diogenes appears to have been seated on -the lips of Apemantus. The churlish profession of misanthropy in -the cynic is contrasted with the profound feeling of it in Timon, and -also with the soldier-like and determined resentment of Alcibiades -against his countrymen, who have banished him, though this forms -only an incidental episode in the tragedy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The fable consists of a single event;—of the transition from the -highest pomp and profusion of artificial refinement to the most abject -state of savage life, and privation of all social intercourse. The -change is as rapid as it is complete; nor is the description of the rich -and generous Timon, banqueting in gilded palaces, pampered by every -luxury, prodigal of his hospitality, courted by crowds of flatterers, -poets, painters, lords, ladies, who—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,</div> - <div class='line'>Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear;</div> - <div class='line'>And through him drink the free air’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>more striking than that of the sudden falling off of his friends and -fortune, and his naked exposure in a wild forest digging roots from -the earth for his sustenance, with a lofty spirit of self-denial, and -bitter scorn of the world, which raise him higher in our esteem than -the dazzling gloss of prosperity could do. He grudges himself the -means of life, and is only busy in preparing his grave. How forcibly -is the difference between what he was, and what he is, described in -Apemantus’s taunting questions, when he comes to reproach him with -the change in his way of life!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'><span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>——‘What, think’st thou,</div> - <div class='line'>That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,</div> - <div class='line'>Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moist trees</div> - <div class='line'>That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,</div> - <div class='line'>And skip when thou point’st out? will the cold brook,</div> - <div class='line'>Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste</div> - <div class='line'>To cure thy o’er-night’s surfeit? Call the creatures,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose naked natures live in all the spight</div> - <div class='line'>Of wreakful heav’n, whose bare unhoused trunks,</div> - <div class='line'>To the conflicting elements expos’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Answer mere nature, bid them flatter thee.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The manners are every where preserved with distinct truth. The -poet and painter are very skilfully played off against one another, both -affecting great attention to the other, and each taken up with his own -vanity, and the superiority of his own art. Shakespear has put into -the mouth of the former a very lively description of the genius of -poetry and of his own in particular.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘A thing slipt idly from me.</div> - <div class='line'>Our poesy is as a gum, which issues</div> - <div class='line'>From whence ’tis nourish’d. The fire i’ th’ flint</div> - <div class='line'>Shews not till it be struck: our gentle flame</div> - <div class='line'>Provokes itself—and like the current flies</div> - <div class='line'>Each bound it chafes.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The hollow friendship and shuffling evasions of the Athenian lords, -their smooth professions and pitiful ingratitude, are very satisfactorily -exposed, as well as the different disguises to which the meanness of -self-love resorts in such cases to hide a want of generosity and good -faith. The lurking selfishness of Apemantus does not pass undetected -amidst the grossness of his sarcasms and his contempt for the -pretensions of others. Even the two courtezans who accompany -Alcibiades to the cave of Timon are very characteristically sketched; -and the thieves who come to visit him are also ‘true men’ in their -way.—An exception to this general picture of selfish depravity is -found in the old and honest steward Flavius, to whom Timon pays -a full tribute of tenderness. Shakespear was unwilling to draw a -picture ‘<em>ugly all over with hypocrisy</em>.’ He owed this character to the -good-natured solicitations of his Muse. His mind might well have -been said to be the ‘sphere of humanity.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The moral sententiousness of this play equals that of Lord Bacon’s -Treatise on the Wisdom of the Ancients, and is indeed seasoned with -greater variety. Every topic of contempt or indignation is here -exhausted; but while the sordid licentiousness of Apemantus, which -turns every thing to gall and bitterness, shews only the natural virulence -<span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>of his temper and antipathy to good or evil alike, Timon does -not utter an imprecation without betraying the extravagant workings -of disappointed passion, of love altered to hate. Apemantus sees -nothing good in any object, and exaggerates whatever is disgusting: -Timon is tormented with the perpetual contrast between things and -appearances, between the fresh, tempting outside and the rottenness -within, and invokes mischiefs on the heads of mankind proportioned -to the sense of his wrongs and of their treacheries. He impatiently -cries out, when he finds the gold,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘This yellow slave</div> - <div class='line'>Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs’d;</div> - <div class='line'>Make the hoar leprosy ador’d; place thieves,</div> - <div class='line'>And give them title, knee, and approbation,</div> - <div class='line'>With senators on the bench; this is it,</div> - <div class='line'>That makes the wappen’d widow wed again;</div> - <div class='line'>She, whom the spital-house</div> - <div class='line'>Would cast the gorge at, <em>this embalms and spices</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>To th’ April day again</em>.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>One of his most dreadful imprecations is that which occurs immediately -on his leaving Athens.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,</div> - <div class='line'>That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth,</div> - <div class='line'>And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent;</div> - <div class='line'>Obedience fail in children; slaves and fools</div> - <div class='line'>Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,</div> - <div class='line'>And minister in their steads. To general filths</div> - <div class='line'>Convert o’ th’ instant green virginity!</div> - <div class='line'>Do ‘t in your parents’ eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast;</div> - <div class='line'>Rather than render back, out with your knives,</div> - <div class='line'>And cut your trusters’ throats! Bound servants, steal:</div> - <div class='line'>Large-handed robbers your grave masters are</div> - <div class='line'>And pill by law. Maid, to thy master’s bed:</div> - <div class='line'>Thy mistress is o’ th’ brothel. Son of sixteen,</div> - <div class='line'>Pluck the lin’d crutch from thy old limping sire,</div> - <div class='line'>And with it beat his brains out! Fear and piety,</div> - <div class='line'>Religion to the Gods, peace, justice, truth,</div> - <div class='line'>Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,</div> - <div class='line'>Instructions, manners, mysteries and trades,</div> - <div class='line'>Degrees, observances, customs and laws,</div> - <div class='line'>Decline to your confounding contraries;</div> - <div class='line'>And let confusion live!—Plagues, incident to men,</div> - <div class='line'>Your potent and infectious fevers heap</div> - <div class='line'>On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,</div> - <div class='line'>Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt</div> - <div class='line'>As lamely as their manners! Lust and liberty</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_213'>213</span>Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,</div> - <div class='line'>That ‘gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,</div> - <div class='line'>And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,</div> - <div class='line'>Sow all th’ Athenian bosoms; and their crop</div> - <div class='line'>Be general leprosy: breath infect breath,</div> - <div class='line'>That their society (as their friendship) may</div> - <div class='line'>Be merely poison!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Timon is here just as ideal in his passion for ill as he had been -before in his belief of good, Apemantus was satisfied with the -mischief existing in the world, and with his own ill-nature. One -of the most decisive intimations of Timon’s morbid jealousy of -appearances is in his answer to Apemantus, who asks him,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What things in the world can’st thou nearest compare with thy flatterers?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Timon.</em> Women nearest: but men, men are the things themselves.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Apemantus, it is said, ‘loved few things better than to abhor himself.’ -This is not the case with Timon, who neither loves to abhor -himself nor others. All his vehement misanthropy is forced, up-hill -work. From the slippery turns of fortune, from the turmoils of -passion and adversity, he wishes to sink into the quiet of the grave. -On that subject his thoughts are intent, on that he finds time and -place to grow romantic. He digs his own grave by the sea-shore; -contrives his funeral ceremonies amidst the pomp of desolation, and -builds his mausoleum of the elements.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Come not to me again; but say to Athens,</div> - <div class='line'>Timon hath made his everlasting mansion</div> - <div class='line'>Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;</div> - <div class='line'>Which once a-day with his embossed froth</div> - <div class='line'>The turbulent surge shall cover.—Thither come,</div> - <div class='line'>And let my grave-stone be your oracle.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And again, Alcibiades, after reading his epitaph, says of him,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘These well express in thee thy latter spirits:</div> - <div class='line'>Though thou abhorred’st in us our human griefs,</div> - <div class='line'>Scorn’d’st our brain’s flow, and those our droplets, which</div> - <div class='line'>From niggard nature fall; yet rich conceit</div> - <div class='line'>Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye</div> - <div class='line'>On thy low grave’——</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>thus making the winds his funeral dirge, his mourner the murmuring -ocean; and seeking in the everlasting solemnities of nature oblivion -of the transitory splendour of his life-time.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_214'>214</span> - <h3 class='c010'>CORIOLANUS</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Shakespear has in this play shewn himself well versed in history and -state-affairs. <span class='sc'>Coriolanus</span> is a storehouse of political common-places. -Any one who studies it may save himself the trouble of reading -Burke’s Reflections, or Paine’s Rights of Man, or the Debates in -both Houses of Parliament since the French Revolution or our own. -The arguments for and against aristocracy or democracy, on the -privileges of the few and the claims of the many, on liberty and -slavery, power and the abuse of it, peace and war, are here very ably -handled, with the spirit of a poet and the acuteness of a philosopher. -Shakespear himself seems to have had a leaning to the arbitrary side -of the question, perhaps from some feeling of contempt for his own -origin; and to have spared no occasion of baiting the rabble. What -he says of them is very true: what he says of their betters is also -very true, though he dwells less upon it.—The cause of the people -is indeed but little calculated as a subject for poetry: it admits of -rhetoric, which goes into argument and explanation, but it presents -no immediate or distinct images to the mind, ‘no jutting frieze, -buttress, or coigne of vantage’ for poetry ‘to make its pendant bed -and procreant cradle in.’ The language of poetry naturally falls in -with the language of power. The imagination is an exaggerating -and exclusive faculty: it takes from one thing to add to another: -it accumulates circumstances together to give the greatest possible -effect to a favourite object. The understanding is a dividing and -measuring faculty: it judges of things not according to their immediate -impression on the mind, but according to their relations to one -another. The one is a monopolising faculty, which seeks the greatest -quantity of present excitement by inequality and disproportion; the -other is a distributive faculty, which seeks the greatest quantity of -ultimate good, by justice and proportion. The one is an aristocratical, -the other a republican faculty. The principle of poetry is a -very anti-levelling principle. It aims at effect, it exists by contrast. -It admits of no medium. It is every thing by excess. It rises above -the ordinary standard of sufferings and crimes. It presents a dazzling -appearance. It shows its head turreted, crowned, and crested. Its -front is gilt and blood-stained. Before it ‘it carries noise, and behind -it leaves tears.’ It has its altars and its victims, sacrifices, human -sacrifices. Kings, priests, nobles, are its train-bearers, tyrants and -slaves its executioners.—‘Carnage is its daughter.’—Poetry is right-royal. -It puts the individual for the species, the one above the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span>infinite many, might before right. A lion hunting a flock of sheep -or a herd of wild asses is a more poetical object than they; and we -even take part with the lordly beast, because our vanity or some other -feeling makes us disposed to place ourselves in the situation of the -strongest party. So we feel some concern for the poor citizens of -Rome when they meet together to compare their wants and grievances, -till Coriolanus comes in and with blows and big words drives -this set of ‘poor rats,’ this rascal scum, to their homes and beggary -before him. There is nothing heroical in a multitude of miserable -rogues not wishing to be starved, or complaining that they are like -to be so: but when a single man comes forward to brave their cries -and to make them submit to the last indignities, from mere pride and -self-will, our admiration of his prowess is immediately converted into -contempt for their pusillanimity. The insolence of power is stronger -than the plea of necessity. The tame submission to usurped authority -or even the natural resistance to it has nothing to excite or flatter -the imagination: it is the assumption of a right to insult or oppress -others that carries an imposing air of superiority with it. We had -rather be the oppressor than the oppressed. The love of power in -ourselves and the admiration of it in others are both natural to man: -the one makes him a tyrant, the other a slave. Wrong dressed out -in pride, pomp, and circumstance, has more attraction than abstract -right.—Coriolanus complains of the fickleness of the people: yet, -the instant he cannot gratify his pride and obstinacy at their expense, -he turns his arms against his country. If his country was not worth -defending, why did he build his pride on its defence? He is a conqueror -and a hero; he conquers other countries, and makes this a -plea for enslaving his own; and when he is prevented from doing so, -he leagues with its enemies to destroy his country. He rates the -people ‘as if he were a God to punish, and not a man of their infirmity.’ -He scoffs at one of their tribunes for maintaining their -rights and franchises: ‘Mark you his absolute <em>shall</em>?’ not marking -his own absolute <em>will</em> to take every thing from them, his impatience -of the slightest opposition to his own pretensions being in proportion -to their arrogance and absurdity. If the great and powerful had the -beneficence and wisdom of Gods, then all this would have been well: -if with a greater knowledge of what is good for the people, they had -as great a care for their interest as they have themselves, if they were -seated above the world, sympathising with the welfare, but not feeling -the passions of men, receiving neither good nor hurt from them, but -bestowing their benefits as free gifts on them, they might then rule -over them like another Providence. But this is not the case. -Coriolanus is unwilling that the senate should shew their ‘cares’ -<span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>for the people, lest their ‘cares’ should be construed into ‘fears,’ -to the subversion of all due authority; and he is no sooner disappointed -in his schemes to deprive the people not only of the cares -of the state, but of all power to redress themselves, than Volumnia -is made madly to exclaim,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,</div> - <div class='line'>And occupations perish.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is but natural: it is but natural for a mother to have more -regard for her son than for a whole city; but then the city should -be left to take some care of itself. The care of the state cannot, we -here see, be safely entrusted to maternal affection, or to the domestic -charities of high life. The great have private feelings of their own, -to which the interests of humanity and justice must courtesy. Their -interests are so far from being the same as those of the community, -that they are in direct and necessary opposition to them; their power -is at the expense of <em>our</em> weakness; their riches of <em>our</em> poverty; their -pride of <em>our</em> degradation; their splendour of <em>our</em> wretchedness; their -tyranny of <em>our</em> servitude. If they had the superior knowledge -ascribed to them (which they have not) it would only render them -so much more formidable; and from Gods would convert them into -Devils. The whole dramatic moral of <span class='sc'>Coriolanus</span> is that those who -have little shall have less, and that those who have much shall take -all that others have left. The people are poor; therefore they -ought to be starved. They are slaves; therefore they ought to be -beaten. They work hard; therefore they ought to be treated like -beasts of burden. They are ignorant; therefore they ought not to -be allowed to feel that they want food, or clothing, or rest, that they -are enslaved, oppressed, and miserable. This is the logic of the -imagination and the passions; which seek to aggrandize what excites -admiration and to heap contempt on misery, to raise power into -tyranny, and to make tyranny absolute; to thrust down that which -is low still lower, and to make wretches desperate: to exalt magistrates -into kings, kings into gods; to degrade subjects to the rank of -slaves, and slaves to the condition of brutes. The history of mankind -is a romance, a mask, a tragedy, constructed upon the principles -of <em>poetical justice</em>; it is a noble or royal hunt, in which what is sport -to the few is death to the many, and in which the spectators halloo -and encourage the strong to set upon the weak, and cry havoc in the -chase though they do not share in the spoil. We may depend upon -it that what men delight to read in books, they will put in practice -in reality.</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most natural traits in this play is the difference of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span>interest taken in the success of Coriolanus by his wife and mother. -The one is only anxious for his honour; the other is fearful for his -life.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Volumnia.</em> Methinks I hither hear your husband’s drum:</div> - <div class='line'>I see him pluck Aufidius down by th’ hair:</div> - <div class='line'>Methinks I see him stamp thus—and call thus—</div> - <div class='line'>Come on, ye cowards; ye were got in fear</div> - <div class='line'>Though you were born in Rome; his bloody brow</div> - <div class='line'>With his mail’d hand then wiping, forth he goes</div> - <div class='line'>Like to a harvest man, that’s task’d to mow</div> - <div class='line'>Or all, or lose his hire.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Virgilia.</em> His bloody brow! Oh Jupiter, no blood.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Volumnia.</em> Away, you fool; it more becomes a man</div> - <div class='line'>Than gilt his trophy. The breast of Hecuba,</div> - <div class='line'>When she did suckle Hector, look’d not lovelier</div> - <div class='line'>Than Hector’s forehead, when it spit forth blood</div> - <div class='line'>At Grecian swords contending.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>When she hears the trumpets that proclaim her son’s return, she -says in the true spirit of a Roman matron,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘These are the ushers of Martius: before him</div> - <div class='line'>He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.</div> - <div class='line'>Death, that dark spirit, in ‘s nervy arm doth lie,</div> - <div class='line'>Which being advanc’d, declines, and then men die.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Coriolanus himself is a complete character: his love of reputation, -his contempt of popular opinion, his pride and modesty, are consequences -of each other. His pride consists in the inflexible sternness -of his will; his love of glory is a determined desire to bear down all -opposition, and to extort the admiration both of friends and foes. -His contempt for popular favour, his unwillingness to hear his own -praises, spring from the same source. He cannot contradict the -praises that are bestowed upon him; therefore he is impatient at -hearing them. He would enforce the good opinion of others by his -actions, but does not want their acknowledgments in words.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Pray now, no more: my mother,</div> - <div class='line'>Who has a charter to extol her blood,</div> - <div class='line'>When she does praise me, grieves me.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>His magnanimity is of the same kind. He admires in an enemy -that courage which he honours in himself; he places himself on the -hearth of Aufidius with the same confidence that he would have met -him in the field, and feels that by putting himself in his power, he -takes from him all temptation for using it against him.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>In the title-page of <span class='sc'>Coriolanus</span>, it is said at the bottom of the -<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Dramatis Personæ</span></i>, ‘The whole history exactly followed, and many -of the principal speeches copied from the life of Coriolanus in Plutarch.’ -It will be interesting to our readers to see how far this is -the case. Two of the principal scenes, those between Coriolanus and -Aufidius and between Coriolanus and his mother, are thus given in -Sir Thomas North’s Translation of Plutarch, dedicated to Queen -Elizabeth, 1579. The first is as follows:—</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘It was even twilight when he entered the city of Antium, and many -people met him in the streets, but no man knew him. So he went directly -to Tullus Aufidius’ house, and when he came thither, he got him up -straight to the chimney-hearth, and sat him down, and spake not a word -to any man, his face all muffled over. They of the house spying him, -wondered what he should be, and yet they durst not bid him rise. For -ill-favouredly muffled and disguised as he was, yet there appeared a certain -majesty in his countenance and in his silence: whereupon they went to -Tullus, who was at supper, to tell him of the strange disguising of this -man. Tullus rose presently from the board, and coming towards him, -asked him what he was, and wherefore he came. Then Martius unmuffled -himself, and after he had paused awhile, making no answer, he said unto -himself, If thou knowest me not yet, Tullus, and seeing me, dost not perhaps -believe me to be the man I am indeed, I must of necessity discover -myself to be that I am. “I am Caius Martius, who hath done to thyself -particularly, and to all the Volces generally, great hurt and mischief, which -I cannot deny for my surname of Coriolanus that I bear. For I never had -other benefit nor recompence of the true and painful service I have done, -and the extreme dangers I have been in, but this only surname: a good -memory and witness of the malice and displeasure thou shouldest bear me. -Indeed the name only remaineth with me; for the rest, the envy and -cruelty of the people of Rome have taken from me, by the sufferance of -the dastardly nobility and magistrates, who have forsaken me, and let me -be banished by the people. This extremity hath now driven me to come -as a poor suitor, to take thy chimney-hearth, not of any hope I have to -save my life thereby. For if I had feared death, I would not have come -hither to put myself in hazard; but pricked forward with desire to be -revenged of them that thus have banished me, which now I do begin, in -putting my person into the hands of their enemies. Wherefore if thou -hast any heart to be wrecked of the injuries thy enemies have done thee, -speed thee now, and let my misery serve thy turn, and so use it as my -service may be a benefit to the Volces: promising thee, that I will fight -with better good will for all you, than I did when I was against you, knowing -that they fight more valiantly who know the force of the enemy, than -such as have never proved it. And if it be so that thou dare not, and -that thou art weary to prove fortune any more, then am I also weary to -live any longer. And it were no wisdom in thee to save the life of him -who hath been heretofore thy mortal enemy, and whose service now can -nothing help, nor pleasure thee.” Tullus hearing what he said, was a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span>marvellous glad man, and taking him by the hand, he said unto him: -“Stand up, O Martius, and be of good cheer, for in proffering thyself -unto us, thou doest us great honour: and by this means thou mayest hope -also of greater things at all the Volces’ hands.” So he feasted him for -that time, and entertained him in the honourablest manner he could, talking -with him of no other matter at that present: but within few days -after, they fell to consultation together in what sort they should begin -their wars.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The meeting between Coriolanus and his mother is also nearly -the same as in the play.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Now was Martius set then in the chair of state, with all the honours -of a general, and when he had spied the women coming afar off, he marvelled -what the matter meant: but afterwards knowing his wife which -came foremost, he determined at the first to persist in his obstinate and -inflexible rancour. But overcome in the end with natural affection, and -being altogether altered to see them, his heart would not serve him to tarry -their coming to his chair, but coming down in haste, he went to meet -them, and first he kissed his mother, and embraced her a pretty while, -then his wife and little children. And nature so wrought with him, that -the tears fell from his eyes, and he could not keep himself from making -much of them, but yielded to the affection of his blood, as if he had been -violently carried with the fury of a most swift-running stream. After -he had thus lovingly received them, and perceiving that his mother -Volumnia would begin to speak to him, he called the chiefest of the council -of the Volces to hear what she would say. Then she spake in this sort: -“If we held our peace, my son, and determined not to speak, the state of -our poor bodies, and present sight of our raiment, would easily betray to -thee what life we have led at home, since thy exile and abode abroad; -but think now with thyself, how much more unfortunate than all the -women living, we are come hither, considering that the sight which should -be most pleasant to all others to behold, spiteful fortune had made most -fearful to us: making myself to see my son, and my daughter here her -husband, besieging the walls of his native country: so as that which is -the only comfort to all others in their adversity and misery, to pray unto -the Gods, and to call to them for aid, is the only thing which plungeth -us into most deep perplexity. For we cannot, alas, together pray, both -for victory to our country, and for safety of thy life also: but a world of -grievous curses, yea more than any mortal enemy can heap upon us, are -forcibly wrapped up in our prayers. For the bitter sop of most hard choice -is offered thy wife and children, to forego one of the two: either to lose -the person of thyself, or the nurse of their native country. For myself, my -son, I am determined not to tarry till fortune in my lifetime do make an -end of this war. For if I cannot persuade thee rather to do good unto both -parties, than to overthrow and destroy the one, preferring love and nature -before the malice and calamity of wars, thou shalt see, my son, and trust -unto it, thou shalt no sooner march forward to assault thy country, but -thy foot shall tread upon thy mother’s womb, that brought thee first into -<span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>this world. And I may not defer to see the day, either that my son be -led prisoner in triumph by his natural countrymen, or that he himself do -triumph of them, and of his natural country. For if it were so, that my -request tended to save thy country, in destroying the Volces, I must confess, -thou wouldest hardly and doubtfully resolve on that. For as to destroy -thy natural country, it is altogether unmeet and unlawful, so were it not -just and less honourable to betray those that put their trust in thee. But -my only demand consisteth, to make a goal delivery of all evils, which -delivereth equal benefit and safety, both to the one and the other, but -most honourable for the Volces. For it shall appear, that having victory -in their hands, they have of special favour granted us singular graces, peace -and amity, albeit themselves have no less part of both than we. Of which -good, if so it came to pass, thyself is the only author, and so hast thou the -only honour. But if it fail, and fall out contrary, thyself alone deservedly -shalt carry the shameful reproach and burthen of either party. So, though -the end of war be uncertain, yet this notwithstanding is most certain, that -if it be thy chance to conquer, this benefit shalt thou reap of thy goodly -conquest, to be chronicled the plague and destroyer of thy country. And -if fortune overthrow thee, then the world will say, that through desire to -revenge thy private injuries, thou hast for ever undone thy good friends, -who did most lovingly and courteously receive thee.” Martius gave good -ear unto his mother’s words, without interrupting her speech at all, and -after she had said what she would, he held his peace a pretty while, and -answered not a word. Hereupon she began again to speak unto him, and -said: “My son, why dost thou not answer me? Dost thou think it good -altogether to give place unto thy choler and desire of revenge, and thinkest -thou it not honesty for thee to grant thy mother’s request in so weighty -a cause? Dost thou take it honourable for a nobleman to remember the -wrongs and injuries done him, and dost not in like case think it an honest -nobleman’s part to be thankful for the goodness that parents do shew to -their children, acknowledging the duty and reverence they ought to bear -unto them? No man living is more bound to shew himself thankful in -all parts and respects than thyself; who so universally shewest all ingratitude. -Moreover, my son, thou hast sorely taken of thy country, exacting -grievous payments upon them, in revenge of the injuries offered thee; -besides, thou hast not hitherto shewed thy poor mother any courtesy. -And therefore, it is not only honest but due unto me, that without compulsion -I should obtain my so just and reasonable request of thee. But -since by reason I cannot persuade thee to it, to what purpose do I defer my -last hope.” And with these words, herself, his wife and children, fell -down upon their knees before him: Martius seeing that, could refrain no -longer, but went straight and lifted her up, crying out, “Oh mother, what -have you done to me?” And holding her hard by the hand, “Oh -mother,” said he, “you have won a happy victory for your country, but -mortal and unhappy for your son: for I see myself vanquished by you -alone.” These words being spoken openly, he spake a little apart with his -mother and wife, and then let them return again to Rome, for so they did -request him; and so remaining in the camp that night, the next morning -he dislodged, and marched homeward unto the Volces’ country again.’</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_221'>221</span>Shakespear has, in giving a dramatic form to this passage, adhered -very closely and properly to the text. He did not think it necessary -to improve upon the truth of nature. Several of the scenes in <cite>Julius -Cæsar</cite>, particularly Portia’s appeal to the confidence of her husband -by shewing him the wound she had given herself, and the appearance -of the ghost of Cæsar to Brutus, are in like manner, taken from the -history.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>TROILUS AND CRESSIDA</h3> - -<p class='c011'>This is one of the most loose and desultory of our author’s plays: it -rambles on just as it happens, but it overtakes, together with some -indifferent matter, a prodigious number of fine things in its way. -Troilus himself is no character: he is merely a common lover: but -Cressida and her uncle Pandarus are hit off with proverbial truth. -By the speeches given to the leaders of the Grecian host, Nestor, -Ulysses, Agamemnon, Achilles, Shakespear seems to have known -them as well as if he had been a spy sent by the Trojans into the -enemy’s camp—to say nothing of their affording very lofty examples -of didactic eloquence. The following is a very stately and spirited -declamation:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Ulysses.</em> Troy, yet upon her basis, had been down,</div> - <div class='line'>And the great Hector’s sword had lack’d a master,</div> - <div class='line'>But for these instances.</div> - <div class='line'>The specialty of rule hath been neglected.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center,</div> - <div class='line'>Observe degree, priority, and place,</div> - <div class='line'>Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,</div> - <div class='line'>Office, and custom, in all line of order:</div> - <div class='line'>And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,</div> - <div class='line'>In noble eminence, enthron’d and spher’d</div> - <div class='line'>Amidst the other, whose med’cinable eye</div> - <div class='line'>Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,</div> - <div class='line'>And posts, like the commandment of a king,</div> - <div class='line'>Sans check, to good and bad. But, when the planets,</div> - <div class='line'>In evil mixture to disorder wander,</div> - <div class='line'>What plagues, and what portents? what mutinies?</div> - <div class='line'>What raging of the sea? shaking of the earth?</div> - <div class='line'>Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors,</div> - <div class='line'>Divert and crack, rend and deracinate</div> - <div class='line'>The unity and married calm of states</div> - <div class='line'>Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shaken,</div> - <div class='line'>(Which is the ladder to all high designs)</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_222'>222</span>The enterprize is sick! How could communities,</div> - <div class='line'>Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,</div> - <div class='line'>Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,</div> - <div class='line'>The primogenitive and due of birth,</div> - <div class='line'>Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,</div> - <div class='line'>(But by degree) stand in authentic place?</div> - <div class='line'>Take but degree away, untune that string,</div> - <div class='line'>And hark what discord follows! each thing meets</div> - <div class='line'>In mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters</div> - <div class='line'>Would lift their bosoms higher than the shores,</div> - <div class='line'>And make a sop of all this solid globe:</div> - <div class='line'>Strength would be the lord of imbecility,</div> - <div class='line'>And the rude son would strike his father dead:</div> - <div class='line'>Force would be right; or rather right and wrong</div> - <div class='line'>(Between whose endless jar Justice resides)</div> - <div class='line'>Would lose their names, and so would Justice too.</div> - <div class='line'>Then every thing includes itself in power,</div> - <div class='line'>Power into will, will into appetite;</div> - <div class='line'>And appetite (an universal wolf,</div> - <div class='line'>So doubly seconded with will and power)</div> - <div class='line'>Must make perforce an universal prey,</div> - <div class='line'>And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,</div> - <div class='line'>This chaos, when degree is suffocate,</div> - <div class='line'>Follows the choking:</div> - <div class='line'>And this neglection of degree it is,</div> - <div class='line'>That by a pace goes backward, in a purpose</div> - <div class='line'>It hath to climb. The general’s disdained</div> - <div class='line'>By him one step below; he, by the next;</div> - <div class='line'>That next, by him beneath: so every step,</div> - <div class='line'>Exampled by the first pace that is sick</div> - <div class='line'>Of his superior, grows to an envious fever</div> - <div class='line'>Of pale and bloodless emulation;</div> - <div class='line'>And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,</div> - <div class='line'>Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,</div> - <div class='line'>Troy in our weakness lives, not in her strength.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It cannot be said of Shakespear, as was said of some one, that he -was ‘without o’erflowing full.’ He was full, even to o’erflowing. -He gave heaped measure, running over. This was his greatest fault. -He was only in danger ‘of losing distinction in his thoughts’ (to -borrow his own expression)</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘As doth a battle when they charge on heaps</div> - <div class='line'>The enemy flying.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is another passage, the speech of Ulysses to Achilles, shewing -him the thankless nature of popularity, which has a still greater depth -of moral observation and richness of illustration than the former. It -<span class='pageno' id='Page_223'>223</span>is long, but worth the quoting. The sometimes giving an entire -argument from the unacted plays of our author may with one class of -readers have almost the use of restoring a lost passage; and may -serve to convince another class of critics, that the poet’s genius was -not confined to the production of stage effect by preternatural means.—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Ulysses.</em> Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,</div> - <div class='line'>Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion;</div> - <div class='line'>A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes:</div> - <div class='line'>Those scraps are good deeds past,</div> - <div class='line'>Which are devour’d as fast as they are made,</div> - <div class='line'>Forgot as soon as done. Persev`rance, dear my lord,</div> - <div class='line'>Keeps Honour bright: to have done, is to hang</div> - <div class='line'>Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail</div> - <div class='line'>In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;</div> - <div class='line'>For Honour travels in a strait so narrow,</div> - <div class='line'>Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path,</div> - <div class='line'>For Emulation hath a thousand sons,</div> - <div class='line'>That one by one pursue; if you give way,</div> - <div class='line'>Or hedge aside from the direct forth right,</div> - <div class='line'>Like to an entered tide, they all rush by,</div> - <div class='line'>And leave you hindmost;——</div> - <div class='line'>Or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank,</div> - <div class='line'>O’er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present,</div> - <div class='line'>Tho’ less than yours in past must o’ertop yours:</div> - <div class='line'>For Time is like a fashionable host,</div> - <div class='line'>That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand,</div> - <div class='line'>And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly,</div> - <div class='line'>Grasps in the comer: the welcome ever smiles,</div> - <div class='line'>And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek</div> - <div class='line'>Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit,</div> - <div class='line'>High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,</div> - <div class='line'>Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all</div> - <div class='line'>To envious and calumniating time:</div> - <div class='line'>One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.</div> - <div class='line'>That all with one consent praise new-born gauds,</div> - <div class='line'>Tho’ they are made and moulded of things past.</div> - <div class='line'>The present eye praises the present object.</div> - <div class='line'>Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,</div> - <div class='line'>That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;</div> - <div class='line'>Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,</div> - <div class='line'>Than what not stirs. The cry went out on thee,</div> - <div class='line'>And still it might, and yet it may again,</div> - <div class='line'>If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,</div> - <div class='line'>And case thy reputation in thy tent.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The throng of images in the above lines is prodigious; and though -they sometimes jostle against one another, they every where raise and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_224'>224</span>carry on the feeling, which is intrinsically true and profound. The -debates between the Trojan chiefs on the restoring of Helen are full -of knowledge of human motives and character. Troilus enters well -into the philosophy of war, when he says in answer to something that -falls from Hector,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Why there you touch’d the life of our design:</div> - <div class='line'>Were it not glory that we more affected,</div> - <div class='line'>Than the performance of our heaving spleens,</div> - <div class='line'>I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood</div> - <div class='line'>Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,</div> - <div class='line'>She is a theme of honour and renown,</div> - <div class='line'>A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Hector, in a few slight indications which appear -of it, is made very amiable. His death is sublime, and shews in a -striking light the mixture of barbarity and heroism of the age. The -threats of Achilles are fatal; they carry their own means of execution -with them.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Come here about me, you my myrmidons,</div> - <div class='line'>Mark what I say.—Attend me where I wheel:</div> - <div class='line'>Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;</div> - <div class='line'>And when I have the bloody Hector found,</div> - <div class='line'>Empale him with your weapons round about,</div> - <div class='line'>In fellest manner execute your arms.</div> - <div class='line'>Follow me, sirs, and my proceeding eye.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>He then finds Hector and slays him, as if he had been hunting -down a wild beast. There is something revolting as well as terrific -in the ferocious coolness with which he singles out his prey: nor -does the splendour of the achievement reconcile us to the cruelty of -the means.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The characters of Cressida and Pandarus are very amusing and -instructive. The disinterested willingness of Pandarus to serve his -friend in an affair which lies next his heart is immediately brought -forward. ‘Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were -a grace, or a daughter were a goddess, he should take his choice. -O admirable man! Paris, Paris is dirt to him, and I warrant Helen, -to change, would give money to boot.’ This is the language he -addresses to his niece: nor is she much behindhand in coming into -the plot. Her head is as light and fluttering as her heart. ‘It is -the prettiest villain, she fetches her breath so short as a new-ta’en -sparrow.’ Both characters are originals, and quite different from -what they are in Chaucer. In Chaucer, Cressida is represented as -a grave, sober, considerate personage (a widow—he cannot tell her -age, nor whether she has children or no) who has an alternate eye to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_225'>225</span>her character, her interest, and her pleasure: Shakespear’s Cressida -is a giddy girl, an unpractised jilt, who falls in love with Troilus, as -she afterwards deserts him, from mere levity and thoughtlessness of -temper. She may be wooed and won to any thing and from any thing, -at a moment’s warning; the other knows very well what she would -be at, and sticks to it, and is more governed by substantial reasons -than by caprice or vanity. Pandarus again, in Chaucer’s story, is a -friendly sort of go-between, tolerably busy, officious, and forward in -bringing matters to bear: but in Shakespear he has ‘a stamp exclusive -and professional’: he wears the badge of his trade; he is a regular -knight of the game. The difference of the manner in which the -subject is treated arises perhaps less from intention, than from the -different genius of the two poets. There is no <em>double entendre</em> in the -characters of Chaucer: they are either quite serious or quite comic. -In Shakespear the ludicrous and ironical are constantly blended with -the stately and the impassioned. We see Chaucer’s characters as -they saw themselves, not as they appeared to others or might have -appeared to the poet. He is as deeply implicated in the affairs of his -personages as they could be themselves. He had to go a long journey -with each of them, and became a kind of necessary confidant. There -is little relief, or light and shade in his pictures. The conscious -smile is not seen lurking under the brow of grief or impatience. -Every thing with him is intense and continuous—a working out of -what went before.—Shakespear never committed himself to his -characters. He trifled, laughed, or wept with them as he chose. -He has no prejudices for or against them; and it seems a matter of -perfect indifference whether he shall be in jest or earnest. According -to him ‘the web of our lives is of a mingled yarn, good and ill -together.’ His genius was dramatic, as Chaucer’s was historical. -He saw both sides of a question, the different views taken of it -according to the different interests of the parties concerned, and he -was at once an actor and spectator in the scene. If any thing, he is -too various and flexible: too full of transitions, of glancing lights, of -salient points. If Chaucer followed up his subject too doggedly, -perhaps Shakespear was too volatile and heedless. The Muse’s -wing too often lifted him from off his feet. He made infinite -excursions to the right and the left.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘He hath done</div> - <div class='line'>Mad and fantastic execution,</div> - <div class='line'>Engaging and redeeming of himself</div> - <div class='line'>With such a careless force and forceless care,</div> - <div class='line'>As if that luck in very spite of cunning</div> - <div class='line'>Bad him win all.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_226'>226</span>Chaucer attended chiefly to the real and natural, that is, to the -involuntary and inevitable impressions on the mind in given circumstances; -Shakespear exhibited also the possible and the fantastical,—not -only what things are in themselves, but whatever they might seem -to be, their different reflections, their endless combinations. He lent -his fancy, wit, invention, to others, and borrowed their feelings in -return. Chaucer excelled in the force of habitual sentiment; Shakespear -added to it every variety of passion, every suggestion of thought -or accident. Chaucer described external objects with the eye of a -painter, or he might be said to have embodied them with the hand -of a sculptor, every part is so thoroughly made out, and tangible:—Shakespear’s -imagination threw over them a lustre</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>—‘Prouder than when blue Iris bends.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Every thing in Chaucer has a downright reality. A simile or a -sentiment is as if it were given in upon evidence. In Shakespear the -commonest matter-of-fact has a romantic grace about it; or seems to -float with the breath of imagination in a freer element. No one -could have more depth of feeling or observation than Chaucer, but -he wanted resources of invention to lay open the stores of nature or -the human heart with the same radiant light that Shakespear has -done. However fine or profound the thought, we know what is -coming, whereas the effect of reading Shakespear is ‘like the eye of -vassalage at unawares encountering majesty.’ Chaucer’s mind was -consecutive, rather than discursive. He arrived at truth through a -certain process; Shakespear saw every thing by intuition. Chaucer -had a great variety of power, but he could do only one thing at once. -He set himself to work on a particular subject. His ideas were kept -separate, labelled, ticketed and parcelled out in a set form, in pews -and compartments by themselves. They did not play into one -another’s hands. They did not re-act upon one another, as the -blower’s breath moulds the yielding glass. There is something hard -and dry in them. What is the most wonderful thing in Shakespear’s -faculties is their excessive sociability, and how they gossiped and -compared notes together.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We must conclude this criticism; and we will do it with a quotation -or two. One of the most beautiful passages in Chaucer’s tale is -the description of Cresseide’s first avowal of her love.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And as the new abashed nightingale,</div> - <div class='line'>That stinteth first when she beginneth sing,</div> - <div class='line'>When that she heareth any herde’s tale,</div> - <div class='line'>Or in the hedges any wight stirring,</div> - <div class='line'>And, after, sicker doth her voice outring;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_227'>227</span>Right so Cresseide, when that her dread stent,</div> - <div class='line'>Opened her heart, and told him her intent.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>See also the two next stanzas, and particularly that divine one -beginning—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Her armes small, her back both straight and soft,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Compare this with the following speech of Troilus to Cressida in -the play:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O, that I thought it could be in a woman;</div> - <div class='line'>And if it can, I will presume in you,</div> - <div class='line'>To feed for aye her lamp and flame of love,</div> - <div class='line'>To keep her constancy in plight and youth,</div> - <div class='line'>Out-living beauties outward, with a mind</div> - <div class='line'>That doth renew swifter than blood decays.</div> - <div class='line'>Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,</div> - <div class='line'>That my integrity and truth to you</div> - <div class='line'>Might be affronted with the match and weight</div> - <div class='line'>Of such a winnow’d purity in love;</div> - <div class='line'>How were I then uplifted! But alas,</div> - <div class='line'>I am as true as Truth’s simplicity,</div> - <div class='line'>And simpler than the infancy of Truth.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>These passages may not seem very characteristic at first sight, -though we think they are so. We will give two, that cannot be -mistaken. Patroclus says to Achilles,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>——‘Rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid</div> - <div class='line'>Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,</div> - <div class='line'>And like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane,</div> - <div class='line'>Be shook to air.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Troilus, addressing the God of Day on the approach of the -morning that parts him from Cressida, says with much scorn,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What! proffer’st thou thy light here for to sell?</div> - <div class='line'>Go sell it them that <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">smallé selés grave</span>.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If nobody but Shakespear could have written the former, nobody -but Chaucer would have thought of the latter.—Chaucer was the -most literal of poets, as Richardson was of prose-writers.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_228'>228</span> - <h3 class='c010'>ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>This is a very noble play. Though not in the first class of Shakespear’s -productions, it stands next to them, and is, we think, the finest -of his historical plays, that is, of those in which he made poetry the -organ of history, and assumed a certain tone of character and sentiment, -in conformity to known facts, instead of trusting to his observations -of general nature or to the unlimited indulgence of his own -fancy. What he has added to the actual story, is upon a par with -it. His genius was, as it were, a match for history as well as nature, -and could grapple at will with either. The play is full of that -pervading comprehensive power by which the poet could always make -himself master of time and circumstances. It presents a fine picture -of Roman pride and Eastern magnificence: and in the struggle -between the two, the empire of the world seems suspended, ‘like the -swan’s down-feather,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘That stands upon the swell at full of tide,</div> - <div class='line'>And neither way inclines.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The characters breathe, move, and live. Shakespear does not stand -reasoning on what his characters would do or say, but at once <em>becomes</em> -them, and speaks and acts for them. He does not present us with -groups of stage-puppets or poetical machines making set speeches on -human life, and acting from a calculation of problematical motives, -but he brings living men and women on the scene, who speak and -act from real feelings, according to the ebbs and flows of passion, -without the least tincture of pedantry of logic or rhetoric. Nothing -is made out by inference and analogy, by climax and antithesis, but -every thing takes place just as it would have done in reality, according -to the occasion.—The character of Cleopatra is a master-piece. -What an extreme contrast it affords to Imogen! One would think -it almost impossible for the same person to have drawn both. She -is voluptuous, ostentatious, conscious, boastful of her charms, haughty, -tyrannical, fickle. The luxurious pomp and gorgeous extravagance -of the Egyptian queen are displayed in all their force and lustre, as -well as the irregular grandeur of the soul of Mark Antony. Take -only the first four lines that they speak as an example of the regal -style of love-making.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Cleopatra.</em> If it be love indeed, tell me how much?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cleopatra.</em> I’ll set a bourn how far to be belov’d.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> Then must thou needs find out new heav’n, new earth.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_229'>229</span>The rich and poetical description of her person beginning—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,</div> - <div class='line'>Burnt on the water; the poop was beaten gold,</div> - <div class='line'>Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that</div> - <div class='line'>The winds were love-sick’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>seems to prepare the way for, and almost to justify the subsequent -infatuation of Antony when in the sea-fight at Actium, he leaves the -battle, and ‘like a doating mallard’ follows her flying sails.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Few things in Shakespear (and we know of nothing in any other -author like them) have more of that local truth of imagination and -character than the passage in which Cleopatra is represented conjecturing -what were the employments of Antony in his absence—‘He’s -speaking now, or murmuring—<em>Where’s my serpent of old Nile?</em>’ -Or again, when she says to Antony, after the defeat at Actium, and -his summoning up resolution to risk another fight—‘It is my birthday; -I had thought to have held it poor; but since my lord is -Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.’ Perhaps the finest burst of all -is Antony’s rage after his final defeat when he comes in, and surprises -the messenger of Cæsar kissing her hand—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘To let a fellow that will take rewards,</div> - <div class='line'>And say God quit you, be familiar with,</div> - <div class='line'>My play-fellow, your hand; this kingly seal,</div> - <div class='line'>And plighter of high hearts.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It is no wonder that he orders him to be whipped; but his low -condition is not the true reason: there is another feeling which lies -deeper, though Antony’s pride would not let him shew it, except by -his rage; he suspects the fellow to be Cæsar’s proxy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Cleopatra’s whole character is the triumph of the voluptuous, of -the love of pleasure and the power of giving it, over every other -consideration. Octavia is a dull foil to her, and Fulvia a shrew and -shrill-tongued. What a picture do those lines give of her—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Age cannot wither her, nor custom steal</div> - <div class='line'>Her infinite variety. Other women cloy</div> - <div class='line'>The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry</div> - <div class='line'>Where most she satisfies.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>What a spirit and fire in her conversation with Antony’s messenger -who brings her the unwelcome news of his marriage with Octavia! -How all the pride of beauty and of high rank breaks out in her -promised reward to him—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>——‘There’s gold, and here</div> - <div class='line'>My bluest veins to kiss!’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_230'>230</span>She had great and unpardonable faults, but the grandeur of her -death almost redeems them. She learns from the depth of despair -the strength of her affections. She keeps her queen-like state in the -last disgrace, and her sense of the pleasurable in the last moments of -her life. She tastes a luxury in death. After applying the asp, she -says with fondness—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,</div> - <div class='line'>That sucks the nurse asleep?</div> - <div class='line'>As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle.</div> - <div class='line'>Oh Antony!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It is worth while to observe that Shakespear has contrasted the -extreme magnificence of the descriptions in this play with pictures -of extreme suffering and physical horror, not less striking—partly -perhaps to place the effeminate character of Mark Antony in a more -favourable light, and at the same time to preserve a certain balance -of feeling in the mind. Cæsar says, hearing of his rival’s conduct -at the court of Cleopatra,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'>——‘Antony,</div> - <div class='line'>Leave thy lascivious wassels. When thou once</div> - <div class='line'>Wert beaten from Mutina, where thou slew’st</div> - <div class='line'>Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel</div> - <div class='line'>Did famine follow, whom thou fought’st against,</div> - <div class='line'>Though daintily brought up, with patience more</div> - <div class='line'>Than savages could suffer. Thou did’st drink</div> - <div class='line'>The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle</div> - <div class='line'>Which beast would cough at. Thy palate then did deign</div> - <div class='line'>The roughest berry on the rudest hedge,</div> - <div class='line'>Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,</div> - <div class='line'>The barks of trees thou browsed’st. On the Alps,</div> - <div class='line'>It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh,</div> - <div class='line'>Which some did die to look on: and all this,</div> - <div class='line'>It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now,</div> - <div class='line'>Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek</div> - <div class='line'>So much as lank’d not.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The passage after Antony’s defeat by Augustus, where he is made -to say—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Yes, yes; he at Philippi kept</div> - <div class='line'>His sword e’en like a dancer; while I struck</div> - <div class='line'>The lean and wrinkled Cassius, and ’twas I</div> - <div class='line'>That the mad Brutus ended’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>is one of those fine retrospections which show us the winding and -eventful march of human life. The jealous attention which has been -<span class='pageno' id='Page_231'>231</span>paid to the unities both of time and place has taken away the principle -of perspective in the drama, and all the interest which objects derive -from distance, from contrast, from privation, from change of fortune, -from long-cherished passion; and contrasts our view of life from a -strange and romantic dream, long, obscure, and infinite, into a smartly -contested, three hours’ inaugural disputation on its merits by the -different candidates for theatrical applause.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The latter scenes of <span class='sc'>Antony and Cleopatra</span> are full of the changes -of accident and passion. Success and defeat follow one another with -startling rapidity. Fortune sits upon her wheel more blind and giddy -than usual. This precarious state and the approaching dissolution of -his greatness are strikingly displayed in the dialogue of Antony with -Eros.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Antony.</em> Eros, thou yet behold’st me?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Eros.</em> Ay, noble lord.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,</div> - <div class='line'>A vapour sometime, like a bear or lion,</div> - <div class='line'>A towered citadel, a pendant rock,</div> - <div class='line'>A forked mountain, or blue promontory</div> - <div class='line'>With trees upon’t, that nod unto the world</div> - <div class='line'>And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs,</div> - <div class='line'>They are black vesper’s pageants.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Eros.</em> Ay, my lord.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> That which is now a horse, even with a thought</div> - <div class='line'>The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct</div> - <div class='line'>As water is in water.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Eros.</em> It does, my lord.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antony.</em> My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is</div> - <div class='line'>Even such a body,’ etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is, without doubt, one of the finest pieces of poetry in Shakespear. -The splendour of the imagery, the semblance of reality, the -lofty range of picturesque objects hanging over the world, their -evanescent nature, the total uncertainty of what is left behind, are -just like the mouldering schemes of human greatness. It is finer than -Cleopatra’s passionate lamentation over his fallen grandeur, because it -is more dim, unstable, unsubstantial. Antony’s headstrong presumption -and infatuated determination to yield to Cleopatra’s wishes to -fight by sea instead of land, meet a merited punishment; and the -extravagance of his resolutions, increasing with the desperateness of -his circumstances, is well commented upon by Œnobarbus.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>——‘I see men’s judgments are</div> - <div class='line'>A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward</div> - <div class='line'>Do draw the inward quality after them</div> - <div class='line'>To suffer all alike.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_232'>232</span>The repentance of Œnobarbus after his treachery to his master -is the most affecting part of the play. He cannot recover from the -blow which Antony’s generosity gives him, and he dies broken-hearted, -‘a master-leaver and a fugitive.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Shakespear’s genius has spread over the whole play a richness like -the overflowing of the Nile.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>HAMLET</h3> - -<p class='c011'>This is that Hamlet the Dane, whom we read of in our youth, and -whom we may be said almost to remember in our after-years; he -who made that famous soliloquy on life, who gave the advice to the -players, who thought ‘this goodly frame, the earth, a steril promontory, -and this brave o’er-hanging firmament, the air, this majestical -roof fretted with golden fire, a foul and pestilent congregation of -vapours’; whom ‘man delighted not, nor woman neither’; he who -talked with the grave-diggers, and moralised on Yorick’s skull; the -school-fellow of Rosencraus and Guildenstern at Wittenberg; the -friend of Horatio; the lover of Ophelia; he that was mad and sent -to England; the slow avenger of his father’s death; who lived at -the court of Horwendillus five hundred years before we were born, -but all whose thoughts we seem to know as well as we do our own, -because we have read them in Shakespear.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Hamlet is a name; his speeches and sayings but the idle coinage -of the poet’s brain. What then, are they not real? They are as -real as our own thoughts. Their reality is in the reader’s mind. It -is <em>we</em> who are Hamlet. This play has a prophetic truth, which is -above that of history. Whoever has become thoughtful and melancholy -through his own mishaps or those of others; whoever has -borne about with him the clouded brow of reflection, and thought -himself ‘too much i’ th’ sun’; whoever has seen the golden lamp -of day dimmed by envious mists rising in his own breast, and could -find in the world before him only a dull blank with nothing left -remarkable in it; whoever has known ‘the pangs of despised love, -the insolence of office, or the spurns which patient merit of the -unworthy takes’; he who has felt his mind sink within him, and -sadness cling to his heart like a malady, who has had his hopes -blighted and his youth staggered by the apparitions of strange things; -who cannot be well at ease, while he sees evil hovering near him like -a spectre; whose powers of action have been eaten up by thought, -he to whom the universe seems infinite, and himself nothing; whose -bitterness of soul makes him careless of consequences, and who goes to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_233'>233</span>a play as his best resource to shove off, to a second remove, the evils -of life by a mock representation of them—this is the true Hamlet.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have been so used to this tragedy that we hardly know how -to criticise it any more than we should know how to describe our -own faces. But we must make such observations as we can. It is -the one of Shakespear’s plays that we think of the oftenest, because -it abounds most in striking reflections on human life, and because the -distresses of Hamlet are transferred, by the turn of his mind, to the -general account of humanity. Whatever happens to him we apply to -ourselves, because he applies it so himself as a means of general reasoning. -He is a great moraliser; and what makes him worth attending -to is, that he moralises on his own feelings and experience. He is -not a common-place pedant. If <cite>Lear</cite> is distinguished by the greatest -depth of passion, <span class='sc'>Hamlet</span> is the most remarkable for the ingenuity, -originality, and unstudied developement of character. Shakespear had -more magnanimity than any other poet, and he has shewn more of it -in this play than in any other. There is no attempt to force an -interest: every thing is left for time and circumstances to unfold. -The attention is excited without effort, the incidents succeed each -other as matters of course, the characters think and speak and act -just as they might do, if left entirely to themselves. There is no set -purpose, no straining at a point. The observations are suggested by -the passing scene—the gusts of passion come and go like sounds of -music borne on the wind. The whole play is an exact transcript -of what might be supposed to have taken place at the court of -Denmark, at the remote period of time fixed upon, before the modern -refinements in morals and manners were heard of. It would have -been interesting enough to have been admitted as a by-stander in such -a scene, at such a time, to have heard and witnessed something of -what was going on. But here we are more than spectators. We -have not only ‘the outward pageants and the signs of grief’; but -‘we have that within which passes shew.’ We read the thoughts of -the heart, we catch the passions living as they rise. Other dramatic -writers give us very fine versions and paraphrases of nature; but -Shakespear, together with his own comments, gives us the original -text, that we may judge for ourselves. This is a very great advantage.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Hamlet stands quite by itself. It is not a -character marked by strength of will or even of passion, but by -refinement of thought and sentiment. Hamlet is as little of the hero -as a man can well be: but he is a young and princely novice, full of -high enthusiasm and quick sensibility—the sport of circumstances, -questioning with fortune and refining on his own feelings, and forced -<span class='pageno' id='Page_234'>234</span>from the natural bias of his disposition by the strangeness of his -situation. He seems incapable of deliberate action, and is only -hurried into extremities on the spur of the occasion, when he has no -time to reflect, as in the scene where he kills Polonius, and again, -where he alters the letters which Rosencraus and Guildenstern are -taking with them to England, purporting his death. At other times, -when he is most bound to act, he remains puzzled, undecided, and -sceptical, dallies with his purposes, till the occasion is lost, and finds -out some pretence to relapse into indolence and thoughtfulness again. -For this reason he refuses to kill the King when he is at his prayers, -and by a refinement in malice, which is in truth only an excuse for -his own want of resolution, defers his revenge to a more fatal opportunity, -when he shall be engaged in some act ‘that has no relish of -salvation in it.’</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘He kneels and prays,</div> - <div class='line'>And now I’ll do’t, and so he goes to heaven,</div> - <div class='line'>And so am I reveng’d: <em>that would be scann’d</em>.</div> - <div class='line'>He kill’d my father, and for that,</div> - <div class='line'>I, his sole son, send him to heaven.</div> - <div class='line'>Why this is reward, not revenge.</div> - <div class='line'>Up sword and know thou a more horrid time,</div> - <div class='line'>When he is drunk, asleep, or in a rage.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>He is the prince of philosophical speculators; and because he -cannot have his revenge perfect, according to the most refined idea -his wish can form, he declines it altogether. So he scruples to trust -the suggestions of the ghost, contrives the scene of the play to have -surer proof of his uncle’s guilt, and then rests satisfied with this confirmation -of his suspicions, and the success of his experiment, instead -of acting upon it. Yet he is sensible of his own weakness, taxes -himself with it, and tries to reason himself out of it.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘How all occasions do inform against me,</div> - <div class='line'>And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,</div> - <div class='line'>If his chief good and market of his time</div> - <div class='line'>Be but to sleep and feed? A beast; no more.</div> - <div class='line'>Sure he that made us with such large discourse,</div> - <div class='line'>Looking before and after, gave us not</div> - <div class='line'>That capability and god-like reason</div> - <div class='line'>To rust in us unus’d. Now whether it be</div> - <div class='line'>Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple</div> - <div class='line'>Of thinking too precisely on th’ event,—</div> - <div class='line'>A thought which quarter’d, hath but one part wisdom,</div> - <div class='line'>And ever three parts coward;—I do not know</div> - <div class='line'>Why yet I live to say, this thing’s to do;</div> - <div class='line'>Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_235'>235</span>To do it. Examples gross as earth exhort me:</div> - <div class='line'>Witness this army of such mass and charge,</div> - <div class='line'>Led by a delicate and tender prince,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose spirit with divine ambition puff’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Makes mouths at the invisible event,</div> - <div class='line'>Exposing what is mortal and unsure</div> - <div class='line'>To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,</div> - <div class='line'>Even for an egg-shell. ’Tis not to be great</div> - <div class='line'>Never to stir without great argument;</div> - <div class='line'>But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,</div> - <div class='line'>When honour’s at the stake. How stand I then,</div> - <div class='line'>That have a father kill’d, a mother stain’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Excitements of my reason and my blood,</div> - <div class='line'>And let all sleep, while to my shame I see</div> - <div class='line'>The imminent death of twenty thousand men,</div> - <div class='line'>That for a fantasy and trick of fame,</div> - <div class='line'>Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot</div> - <div class='line'>Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,</div> - <div class='line'>Which is not tomb enough and continent</div> - <div class='line'>To hide the slain?—O, from this time forth,</div> - <div class='line'>My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Still he does nothing; and this very speculation on his own infirmity -only affords him another occasion for indulging it. It is not from -any want of attachment to his father or of abhorrence of his murder -that Hamlet is thus dilatory, but it is more to his taste to indulge -his imagination in reflecting upon the enormity of the crime and -refining on his schemes of vengeance, than to put them into immediate -practice. His ruling passion is to think, not to act: and any vague -pretext that flatters this propensity instantly diverts him from his -previous purposes.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The moral perfection of this character has been called in question, -we think, by those who did not understand it. It is more interesting -than according to rules; amiable, though not faultless. The ethical -delineations of ‘that noble and liberal casuist’ (as Shakespear has -been well called) do not exhibit the drab-coloured Quakerism of -morality. His plays are not copied either from The Whole Duty -of Man, or from The Academy of Compliments! We confess we -are a little shocked at the want of refinement in those who are -shocked at the want of refinement in Hamlet. The neglect of -punctilious exactness in his behaviour either partakes of the ‘licence -of the time,’ or else belongs to the very excess of intellectual refinement -in the character, which makes the common rules of life, as well -as his own purposes, sit loose upon him. He may be said to be -amenable only to the tribunal of his own thoughts, and is too much -<span class='pageno' id='Page_236'>236</span>taken up with the airy world of contemplation to lay as much stress -as he ought on the practical consequences of things. His habitual -principles of action are unhinged and out of joint with the time. -His conduct to Ophelia is quite natural in his circumstances. It is -that of assumed severity only. It is the effect of disappointed hope, -of bitter regrets, of affection suspended, not obliterated, by the distractions -of the scene around him! Amidst the natural and preternatural -horrors of his situation, he might be excused in delicacy from -carrying on a regular courtship. When ‘his father’s spirit was in -arms,’ it was not a time for the son to make love in. He could -neither marry Ophelia, nor wound her mind by explaining the cause -of his alienation, which he durst hardly trust himself to think of. -It would have taken him years to have come to a direct explanation -on the point. In the harassed state of his mind, he could not have -done much otherwise than he did. His conduct does not contradict -what he says when he sees her funeral,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers</div> - <div class='line'>Could not with all their quantity of love</div> - <div class='line'>Make up my sum.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Nothing can be more affecting or beautiful than the Queen’s -apostrophe to Ophelia on throwing the flowers into the grave.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——‘Sweets to the sweet, farewell.</div> - <div class='line'>I hop’d thou should’st have been my Hamlet’s wife:</div> - <div class='line'>I thought thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid,</div> - <div class='line'>And not have strew’d thy grave.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Shakespear was thoroughly a master of the mixed motives of -human character, and he here shews us the Queen, who was so -criminal in some respects, not without sensibility and affection in -other relations of life.—Ophelia is a character almost too exquisitely -touching to be dwelt upon. Oh rose of May, oh flower too soon -faded! Her love, her madness, her death, are described with the -truest touches of tenderness and pathos. It is a character which -nobody but Shakespear could have drawn in the way that he has -done, and to the conception of which there is not even the smallest -approach, except in some of the old romantic ballads.<a id='r67' /><a href='#f67' class='c012'><sup>[67]</sup></a> Her brother, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_237'>237</span>Laertes, is a character we do not like so well: he is too hot and -choleric, and somewhat rhodomontade. Polonius is a perfect character -in its kind; nor is there any foundation for the objections which -have been made to the consistency of this part. It is said that he -acts very foolishly and talks very sensibly. There is no inconsistency -in that. Again, that he talks wisely at one time and foolishly at -another; that his advice to Laertes is very excellent, and his advice -to the King and Queen on the subject of Hamlet’s madness very -ridiculous. But he gives the one as a father, and is sincere in it; -he gives the other as a mere courtier, a busy-body, and is accordingly -officious, garrulous, and impertinent. In short, Shakespear has been -accused of inconsistency in this and other characters, only because -he has kept up the distinction which there is in nature, between the -understandings and the moral habits of men, between the absurdity of -their ideas and the absurdity of their motives. Polonius is not a fool, -but he makes himself so. His folly, whether in his actions or -speeches, comes under the head of impropriety of intention.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We do not like to see our author’s plays acted, and least of all, -<span class='sc'>Hamlet</span>. There is no play that suffers so much in being transferred -to the stage. Hamlet himself seems hardly capable of being acted. -Mr. Kemble unavoidably fails in this character from a want of ease -and variety. The character of Hamlet is made up of undulating -lines; it has the yielding flexibility of ‘a wave o’ th’ sea.’ Mr. -Kemble plays it like a man in armour, with a determined inveteracy -of purpose, in one undeviating straight line, which is as remote from -the natural grace and refined susceptibility of the character, as the -sharp angles and abrupt starts which Mr. Kean introduces into the -part. Mr. Kean’s Hamlet is as much too splenetic and rash as -Mr. Kemble’s is too deliberate and formal. His manner is too strong -and pointed. He throws a severity, approaching to virulence, into -the common observations and answers. There is nothing of this in -Hamlet. He is, as it were, wrapped up in his reflections, and only -<em>thinks aloud</em>. There should therefore be no attempt to impress what -he says upon others by a studied exaggeration of emphasis or manner; -no <em>talking at</em> his hearers. There should be as much of the gentleman -and scholar as possible infused into the part, and as little of the actor. -A pensive air of sadness should sit reluctantly upon his brow, but no -appearance of fixed and sullen gloom. He is full of weakness and -melancholy, but there is no harshness in his nature. He is the most -amiable of misanthropes.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_238'>238</span> - <h3 class='c010'>THE TEMPEST</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>There can be little doubt that Shakespear was the most universal -genius that ever lived. ‘Either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, -pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, scene individable or poem unlimited, -he is the only man. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor -Plautus too light for him.’ He has not only the same absolute -command over our laughter and our tears, all the resources of passion, -of wit, of thought, of observation, but he has the most unbounded -range of fanciful invention, whether terrible or playful, the same -insight into the world of imagination that he has into the world of -reality; and over all there presides the same truth of character and -nature, and the same spirit of humanity. His ideal beings are as true -and natural as his real characters; that is, as consistent with themselves, -or if we suppose such beings to exist at all, they could not act, -speak, or feel otherwise than as he makes them. He has invented -for them a language, manners, and sentiments of their own, from the -tremendous imprecations of the Witches in <cite>Macbeth</cite>, when they do -‘a deed without a name,’ to the sylph-like expressions of Ariel, who -‘does his spiriting gently’; the mischievous tricks and gossipping of -Robin Goodfellow, or the uncouth gabbling and emphatic gesticulations -of Caliban in this play.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The <span class='sc'>Tempest</span> is one of the most original and perfect of Shakespear’s -productions, and he has shewn in it all the variety of his powers. It -is full of grace and grandeur. The human and imaginary characters, -the dramatic and the grotesque, are blended together with the greatest -art, and without any appearance of it. Though he has here given -‘to airy nothing a local habitation and a name,’ yet that part which is -only the fantastic creation of his mind, has the same palpable texture, -and coheres ‘semblably’ with the rest. As the preternatural part -has the air of reality, and almost haunts the imagination with a sense -of truth, the real characters and events partake of the wildness of a -dream. The stately magician, Prospero, driven from his dukedom, -but around whom (so potent is his art) airy spirits throng numberless -to do his bidding; his daughter Miranda (‘worthy of that name’) -to whom all the power of his art points, and who seems the goddess -of the isle; the princely Ferdinand, cast by fate upon the haven of -his happiness in this idol of his love; the delicate Ariel; the savage -Caliban, half brute, half demon; the drunken ship’s crew—are all -connected parts of the story, and can hardly be spared from the place -they fill. Even the local scenery is of a piece and character with the -subject. Prospero’s enchanted island seems to have risen up out of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_239'>239</span>the sea; the airy music, the tempest-tost vessel, the turbulent waves, -all have the effect of the landscape background of some fine picture. -Shakespear’s pencil is (to use an allusion of his own) ‘like the dyer’s -hand, subdued to what it works in.’ Every thing in him, though it -partakes of ‘the liberty of wit,’ is also subjected to ‘the law’ of the -understanding. For instance, even the drunken sailors, who are made -reeling-ripe, share, in the disorder of their minds and bodies, in the -tumult of the elements, and seem on shore to be as much at the mercy -of chance as they were before at the mercy of the winds and waves. -These fellows with their sea-wit are the least to our taste of any part -of the play: but they are as like drunken sailors as they can be, and -are an indirect foil to Caliban, whose figure acquires a classical dignity -in the comparison.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Caliban is generally thought (and justly so) to be -one of the author’s master-pieces. It is not indeed pleasant to see -this character on the stage any more than it is to see the god Pan -personated there. But in itself it is one of the wildest and most -abstracted of all Shakespear’s characters, whose deformity whether of -body or mind is redeemed by the power and truth of the imagination -displayed in it. It is the essence of grossness, but there is not a -particle of vulgarity in it. Shakespear has described the brutal mind -of Caliban in contact with the pure and original forms of nature; the -character grows out of the soil where it is rooted, uncontrouled, -uncouth and wild, uncramped by any of the meannesses of custom. -It is ‘of the earth, earthy.’ It seems almost to have been dug out -of the ground, with a soul instinctively superadded to it answering to -its wants and origin. Vulgarity is not natural coarseness, but conventional -coarseness, learnt from others, contrary to, or without an -entire conformity of natural power and disposition; as fashion is the -common-place affectation of what is elegant and refined without any -feeling of the essence of it. Schlegel, the admirable German critic -on Shakespear, observes that Caliban is a poetical character, and -‘always speaks in blank verse.’ He first comes in thus:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Caliban.</em> As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d</div> - <div class='line'>With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen,</div> - <div class='line'>Drop on you both: a south-west blow on ye,</div> - <div class='line'>And blister you all o’er!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Prospero.</em> For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,</div> - <div class='line'>Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins</div> - <div class='line'>Shall for that vast of night that they may work,</div> - <div class='line'>All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinched</div> - <div class='line'>As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging</div> - <div class='line'>Than bees that made them.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_240'>240</span><em>Caliban.</em> I must eat my dinner.</div> - <div class='line'>This island’s mine by Sycorax my mother,</div> - <div class='line'>Which thou tak’st from me. When thou camest first,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou stroak’dst me, and mad’st much of me; would’st give me</div> - <div class='line'>Water with berries in ‘t; and teach me how</div> - <div class='line'>To name the bigger light and how the less</div> - <div class='line'>That burn by day and night; and then I lov’d thee,</div> - <div class='line'>And shew’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,</div> - <div class='line'>The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:</div> - <div class='line'>Curs’d be I that I did so! All the charms</div> - <div class='line'>Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!</div> - <div class='line'>For I am all the subjects that you have,</div> - <div class='line'>Who first was mine own king; and here you sty me</div> - <div class='line'>In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me</div> - <div class='line'>The rest o’ th’ island.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And again, he promises Trinculo his services thus, if he will free -him from his drudgery.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I’ll shew thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.</div> - <div class='line'>I pr’ythee let me bring thee where crabs grow,</div> - <div class='line'>And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts:</div> - <div class='line'>Shew thee a jay’s nest, and instruct thee how</div> - <div class='line'>To snare the nimble marmozet: I’ll bring thee</div> - <div class='line'>To clust’ring filberds; and sometimes I’ll get thee</div> - <div class='line'>Young scamels from the rock.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In conducting Stephano and Trinculo to Prospero’s cell, Caliban -shews the superiority of natural capacity over greater knowledge and -greater folly; and in a former scene, when Ariel frightens them with -his music, Caliban to encourage them accounts for it in the eloquent -poetry of the senses.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>—‘Be not afraid, the isle is full of noises,</div> - <div class='line'>Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.</div> - <div class='line'>Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments</div> - <div class='line'>Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices,</div> - <div class='line'>That if I then had waked after long sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>Would make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,</div> - <div class='line'>The clouds methought would open, and shew riches</div> - <div class='line'>Ready to drop upon me; when I wak’d,</div> - <div class='line'>I cried to dream again.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is not more beautiful than it is true. The poet here shews -us the savage with the simplicity of a child, and makes the strange -monster amiable. Shakespear had to paint the human animal rude -and without choice in its pleasures, but not without the sense of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_241'>241</span>pleasure or some germ of the affections. Master Barnardine in -<cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, the savage of civilized life, is an admirable -philosophical counterpart to Caliban.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Shakespear has, as it were by design, drawn off from Caliban the -elements of whatever is ethereal and refined, to compound them in -the unearthly mould of Ariel. Nothing was ever more finely conceived -than this contrast between the material and the spiritual, -the gross and delicate. Ariel is imaginary power, the swiftness of -thought personified. When told to make good speed by Prospero, -he says, ‘I drink the air before me.’ This is something like Puck’s -boast on a similar occasion, ‘I’ll put a girdle round about the earth -in forty minutes.’ But Ariel differs from Puck in having a fellow -feeling in the interests of those he is employed about. How exquisite -is the following dialogue between him and Prospero!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Ariel.</em> Your charm so strongly works ‘em,</div> - <div class='line'>That if you now beheld them, your affections</div> - <div class='line'>Would become tender.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Prospero.</em> Dost thou think so, spirit?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Ariel.</em> Mine would, sir, were I human.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Prospero.</em> And mine shall.</div> - <div class='line'>Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling</div> - <div class='line'>Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,</div> - <div class='line'>One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,</div> - <div class='line'>Passion’d as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It has been observed that there is a peculiar charm in the songs -introduced in Shakespear, which, without conveying any distinct -images, seem to recall all the feelings connected with them, like -snatches of half-forgotten music heard indistinctly and at intervals. -There is this effect produced by Ariel’s songs, which (as we are -told) seem to sound in the air, and as if the person playing them -were invisible. We shall give one instance out of many of this -general power.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>‘<em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Ferdinand</span>; <em>and</em> <span class='sc'>Ariel</span> <em>invisible, playing and singing</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'>ARIEL’S SONG.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>Come unto these yellow sands,</div> - <div class='line in12'>And then take hands;</div> - <div class='line in12'>Curt’sied when you have, and kiss’d,</div> - <div class='line in12'>(The wild waves whist;)</div> - <div class='line in12'>Foot it featly here and there;</div> - <div class='line in12'>And sweet sprites the burden bear.</div> - <div class='line in46'><span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Burden dispersedly.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_242'>242</span>Hark, hark! bowgh-wowgh: the watch-dogs bark,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Bowgh-wowgh.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Ariel.</em> Hark, hark! I hear</div> - <div class='line'>The strain of strutting chanticleer</div> - <div class='line in4'>Cry cock-a-doodle-doo.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Ferdinand.</em> Where should this music be? i’ the air or the earth?</div> - <div class='line'>It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon</div> - <div class='line'>Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank</div> - <div class='line'>Weeping against the king my father’s wreck,</div> - <div class='line'>This music crept by me upon the waters,</div> - <div class='line'>Allaying both their fury and my passion</div> - <div class='line'>With its sweet air; thence I have follow’d it,</div> - <div class='line'>Or it hath drawn me rather:—but ’tis gone.—</div> - <div class='line'>No, it begins again.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'>ARIEL’S SONG.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>Full fathom five thy father lies,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Of his bones are coral made:</div> - <div class='line in12'>Those are pearls that were his eyes,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Nothing of him that doth fade,</div> - <div class='line in12'>But doth suffer a sea change,</div> - <div class='line in12'>Into something rich and strange.</div> - <div class='line in12'>Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell—</div> - <div class='line in12'>Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.</div> - <div class='line in48'><span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Burden ding-dong.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Ferdinand.</em> The ditty does remember my drown’d father.</div> - <div class='line'>This is no mortal business, nor no sound</div> - <div class='line'>That the earth owes: I hear it now above me.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The courtship between Ferdinand and Miranda is one of the chief -beauties of this play. It is the very purity of love. The pretended -interference of Prospero with it heightens its interest, and is in -character with the magician, whose sense of preternatural power -makes him arbitrary, tetchy, and impatient of opposition.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The <span class='sc'>Tempest</span> is a finer play than the <cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, -which has sometimes been compared with it; but it is not so fine a -poem. There are a greater number of beautiful passages in the latter. -Two of the most striking in the <span class='sc'>Tempest</span> are spoken by Prospero. -The one is that admirable one when the vision which he has conjured -up disappears, beginning ‘The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous -palaces,’ etc., which has been so often quoted, that every school-boy -knows it by heart; the other is that which Prospero makes in -abjuring his art.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,</div> - <div class='line'>And ye that on the sands with printless foot</div> - <div class='line'>Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_243'>243</span>When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that</div> - <div class='line'>By moon-shine do the green sour ringlets make,</div> - <div class='line'>Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime</div> - <div class='line'>Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice</div> - <div class='line'>To hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid</div> - <div class='line'>(Weak masters tho’ ye be) I have be-dimm’d</div> - <div class='line'>The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,</div> - <div class='line'>And ‘twixt the green sea and the azur’d vault</div> - <div class='line'>Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder</div> - <div class='line'>Have I giv’n fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak</div> - <div class='line'>With his own bolt; the strong-bas’d promontory</div> - <div class='line'>Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d up</div> - <div class='line'>The pine and cedar: graves at my command</div> - <div class='line'>Have wak’d their sleepers; oped, and let ‘em forth</div> - <div class='line'>By my so potent art. But this rough magic</div> - <div class='line'>I here abjure; and when I have requir’d</div> - <div class='line'>Some heavenly music, which even now I do,</div> - <div class='line'>(To work mine end upon their senses that</div> - <div class='line'>This airy charm is for) I’ll break my staff,</div> - <div class='line'>Bury it certain fadoms in the earth,</div> - <div class='line'>And deeper than did ever plummet sound,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll drown my book.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We must not forget to mention among other things in this play, -that Shakespear has anticipated nearly all the arguments on the -Utopian schemes of modern philosophy.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Gonzalo.</em> Had I the plantation of this isle, my lord—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antonio.</em> He’d sow it with nettle-seed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Sebastian.</em> Or docks or mallows.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonzalo.</em> And were the king on’t, what would I do?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Sebastian.</em> ‘Scape being drunk, for want of wine.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonzalo.</em> I’ the commonwealth I would by contraries</div> - <div class='line'>Execute all things: for no kind of traffic</div> - <div class='line'>Would I admit; no name of magistrate;</div> - <div class='line'>Letters should not be known; wealth, poverty,</div> - <div class='line'>And use of service, none; contract, succession,</div> - <div class='line'>Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;</div> - <div class='line'>No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;</div> - <div class='line'>No occupation, all men idle, all,</div> - <div class='line'>And women too; but innocent and pure:</div> - <div class='line'>No sovereignty.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Sebastian.</em> And yet he would be king on ‘t.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antonio.</em> The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the</div> - <div class='line'>beginning.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonzalo.</em> All things in common nature should produce</div> - <div class='line'>Without sweat or endeavour. Treason, felony,</div> - <div class='line'>Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine</div> - <div class='line'>Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_244'>244</span>Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance</div> - <div class='line'>To feed my innocent people!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Sebastian.</em> No marrying ‘mong his subjects?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Antonio.</em> None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonzalo.</em> I would with such perfection govern, sir,</div> - <div class='line'>To excel the golden age.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Sebastian.</em> Save his majesty!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM</h3> - -<p class='c011'>Bottom the Weaver is a character that has not had justice done -him. He is the most romantic of mechanics. And what a list of -companions he has—Quince the Carpenter, Snug the Joiner, Flute -the Bellows-mender, Snout the Tinker, Starveling the Tailor; and -then again, what a group of fairy attendants, Puck, Peaseblossom, -Cobweb, Moth, and Mustard-seed! It has been observed that -Shakespear’s characters are constructed upon deep physiological -principles; and there is something in this play which looks very like -it. Bottom the Weaver, who takes the lead of</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘This crew of patches, rude mechanicals,</div> - <div class='line'>That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>follows a sedentary trade, and he is accordingly represented as conceited, -serious, and fantastical. He is ready to undertake any thing -and every thing, as if it was as much a matter of course as the motion -of his loom and shuttle. He is for playing the tyrant, the lover, the -lady, the lion. ‘He will roar that it shall do any man’s heart good -to hear him’; and this being objected to as improper, he still has a -resource in his good opinion of himself, and ‘will roar you an ‘twere -any nightingale.’ Snug the Joiner is the moral man of the piece, -who proceeds by measurement and discretion in all things. You see -him with his rule and compasses in his hand. ‘Have you the lion’s -part written? Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.’ -‘You may do it extempore,’ says Quince, ‘for it is nothing but -roaring.’ Starveling the Tailor keeps the peace, and objects to the -lion and the drawn sword. ‘I believe we must leave the killing out -when all’s done.’ Starveling, however, does not start the objections -himself, but seconds them when made by others, as if he had not -spirit to express his fears without encouragement. It is too much -to suppose all this intentional: but it very luckily falls out so. Nature -includes all that is implied in the most subtle analytical distinctions; -and the same distinctions will be found in Shakespear. Bottom, who -<span class='pageno' id='Page_245'>245</span>is not only chief actor, but stage-manager for the occasion, has a -device to obviate the danger of frightening the ladies: ‘Write me a -prologue, and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with -our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and for better -assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom -the Weaver: this will put them out of fear.’ Bottom seems to have -understood the subject of dramatic illusion at least as well as any -modern essayist. If our holiday mechanic rules the roast among his -fellows, he is no less at home in his new character of an ass, ‘with -amiable cheeks, and fair large ears.’ He instinctively acquires a -most learned taste, and grows fastidious in the choice of dried peas -and bottled hay. He is quite familiar with his new attendants, and -assigns them their parts with all due gravity. ‘Monsieur Cobweb, -good Monsieur, get your weapon in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt -humble bee on the top of a thistle, and, good Monsieur, bring -me the honey-bag.’ What an exact knowledge is here shewn of -natural history!</p> - -<p class='c000'>Puck, or Robin Goodfellow, is the leader of the fairy band. He -is the Ariel of the <span class='sc'>Midsummer Night’s Dream</span>; and yet as unlike as -can be to the Ariel in <cite>The Tempest</cite>. No other poet could have made -two such different characters out of the same fanciful materials and -situations. Ariel is a minister of retribution, who is touched with -the sense of pity at the woes he inflicts. Puck is a mad-cap sprite, -full of wantonness and mischief, who laughs at those whom he misleads—‘Lord, -what fools these mortals be!’ Ariel cleaves the air, -and executes his mission with the zeal of a winged messenger; Puck -is borne along on his fairy errand like the light and glittering gossamer -before the breeze. He is, indeed, a most Epicurean little gentleman, -dealing in quaint devices, and faring in dainty delights. Prospero -and his world of spirits are a set of moralists: but with Oberon and his -fairies we are launched at once into the empire of the butterflies. -How beautifully is this race of beings contrasted with the men and -women actors in the scene, by a single epithet which Titania gives to -the latter, ‘the human mortals!’ It is astonishing that Shakespear -should be considered, not only by foreigners, but by many of our -own critics, as a gloomy and heavy writer, who painted nothing but -‘gorgons and hydras, and chimeras dire.’ His subtlety exceeds that -of all other dramatic writers, insomuch that a celebrated person of -the present day said that he regarded him rather as a metaphysician -than a poet. His delicacy and sportive gaiety are infinite. In the -<span class='sc'>Midsummer Night’s Dream</span> alone, we should imagine, there is more -sweetness and beauty of description than in the whole range of French -poetry put together. What we mean is this, that we will produce -<span class='pageno' id='Page_246'>246</span>out of that single play ten passages, to which we do not think any -ten passages in the works of the French poets can be opposed, displaying -equal fancy and imagery. Shall we mention the remonstrance -of Helena to Hermia, or Titania’s description of her fairy train, or -her disputes with Oberon about the Indian boy, or Puck’s account of -himself and his employments, or the Fairy Queen’s exhortation to -the elves to pay due attendance upon her favourite, Bottom; or -Hippolita’s description of a chace, or Theseus’s answer? The two -last are as heroical and spirited as the others are full of luscious -tenderness. The reading of this play is like wandering in a grove by -moonlight: the descriptions breathe a sweetness like odours thrown -from beds of flowers.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Titania’s exhortation to the fairies to wait upon Bottom, which is -remarkable for a certain cloying sweetness in the repetition of the -rhymes, is as follows:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Be kind and courteous to this gentleman.</div> - <div class='line'>Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,</div> - <div class='line'>With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries;</div> - <div class='line'>The honey-bags steal from the humble bees,</div> - <div class='line'>And for night tapers crop their waxen thighs,</div> - <div class='line'>And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>To have my love to bed, and to arise:</div> - <div class='line'>And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,</div> - <div class='line'>To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The sounds of the lute and of the trumpet are not more distinct -than the poetry of the foregoing passage, and of the conversation -between Theseus and Hippolita.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Theseus.</em> Go, one of you, find out the forester,</div> - <div class='line'>For now our observation is perform’d;</div> - <div class='line'>And since we have the vaward of the day,</div> - <div class='line'>My love shall hear the music of my hounds.</div> - <div class='line'>Uncouple in the western valley, go,</div> - <div class='line'>Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.</div> - <div class='line'>We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain’s top,</div> - <div class='line'>And mark the musical confusion</div> - <div class='line'>Of hounds and echo in conjunction.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hippolita.</em> I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,</div> - <div class='line'>When in a wood of Crete they bay’d the bear</div> - <div class='line'>With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear</div> - <div class='line'>Such gallant chiding. For besides the groves,</div> - <div class='line'>The skies, the fountains, every region near</div> - <div class='line'>Seem’d all one mutual cry. I never heard</div> - <div class='line'>So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_247'>247</span><em>Theseus.</em> My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,</div> - <div class='line'>So flew’d, so sanded, and their heads are hung</div> - <div class='line'>With ears that sweep away the morning dew;</div> - <div class='line'>Crook-knee’d and dew-lap’d, like Thessalian bulls.</div> - <div class='line'>Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,</div> - <div class='line'>Each under each. A cry more tuneable</div> - <div class='line'>Was never halloo’d to, nor cheer’d with horn,</div> - <div class='line'>In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:</div> - <div class='line'>Judge when you hear.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Even Titian never made a hunting-piece of a <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">gusto</span></i> so fresh and lusty, -and so near the first ages of the world as this.—</p> - -<p class='c000'>It had been suggested to us, that the <span class='sc'>Midsummer Night’s Dream</span> -would do admirably to get up as a Christmas after-piece; and our -prompter proposed that Mr. Kean should play the part of Bottom, as -worthy of his great talents. He might, in the discharge of his duty, -offer to play the lady like any of our actresses that he pleased, the -lover or the tyrant like any of our actors that he pleased, and the lion -like ‘the most fearful wild-fowl living.’ The carpenter, the tailor, -and joiner, it was thought, would hit the galleries. The young -ladies in love would interest the side-boxes; and Robin Goodfellow -and his companions excite a lively fellow-feeling in the children from -school. There would be two courts, an empire within an empire, the -Athenian and the Fairy King and Queen, with their attendants, and -with all their finery. What an opportunity for processions, for the -sound of trumpets and glittering of spears! What a fluttering of -urchins’ painted wings; what a delightful profusion of gauze clouds -and airy spirits floating on them!</p> - -<p class='c000'>Alas the experiment has been tried, and has failed; not through -the fault of Mr. Kean, who did not play the part of Bottom, nor of -Mr. Liston, who did, and who played it well, but from the nature of -things. The <span class='sc'>Midsummer Night’s Dream</span>, when acted, is converted -from a delightful fiction into a dull pantomime. All that is finest in -the play is lost in the representation. The spectacle was grand: but -the spirit was evaporated, the genius was fled.—Poetry and the stage -do not agree well together. The attempt to reconcile them in this -instance fails not only of effect, but of decorum. The <em>ideal</em> can have -no place upon the stage, which is a picture without perspective; -everything there is in the foreground. That which was merely an -airy shape, a dream, a passing thought, immediately becomes an unmanageable -reality. Where all is left to the imagination (as is the -case in reading) every circumstance, near or remote, has an equal -chance of being kept in mind, and tells according to the mixed -impression of all that has been suggested. But the imagination cannot -<span class='pageno' id='Page_248'>248</span>sufficiently qualify the actual impressions of the senses. Any offence -given to the eye is not to be got rid of by explanation. Thus -Bottom’s head in the play is a fantastic illusion, produced by magic -spells: on the stage it is an ass’s head, and nothing more; certainly -a very strange costume for a gentleman to appear in. Fancy cannot -be embodied any more than a simile can be painted; and it is as idle -to attempt it as to personate <em>Wall</em> or <em>Moonshine</em>. Fairies are not -incredible, but fairies six feet high are so. Monsters are not shocking, -if they are seen at a proper distance. When ghosts appear at -mid-day, when apparitions stalk along Cheapside, then may the -<span class='sc'>Midsummer Night’s Dream</span> be represented without injury at Covent -Garden or at Drury Lane. The boards of a theatre and the regions -of fancy are not the same thing.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>ROMEO AND JULIET</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Romeo and Juliet</span> is the only tragedy which Shakespear has written -entirely on a love-story. It is supposed to have been his first play, and -it deserves to stand in that proud rank. There is the buoyant spirit -of youth in every line, in the rapturous intoxication of hope, and in the -bitterness of despair. It has been said of <span class='sc'>Romeo and Juliet</span> by a great -critic, that ‘whatever is most intoxicating in the odour of a southern -spring, languishing in the song of the nightingale, or voluptuous in the -first opening of the rose, is to be found in this poem.’ The description -is true; and yet it does not answer to our idea of the play. For -if it has the sweetness of the rose, it has its freshness too; if it has -the languor of the nightingale’s song, it has also its giddy transport; -if it has the softness of a southern spring, it is as glowing and as -bright. There is nothing of a sickly and sentimental cast. Romeo -and Juliet are in love, but they are not love-sick. Every thing speaks -the very soul of pleasure, the high and healthy pulse of the passions: -the heart beats, the blood circulates and mantles throughout. Their -courtship is not an insipid interchange of sentiments lip-deep, learnt -at second-hand from poems and plays,—made up of beauties of the -most shadowy kind, of ‘fancies wan that hang the pensive head,’ of -evanescent smiles, and sighs that breathe not, of delicacy that shrinks -from the touch, and feebleness that scarce supports itself, an elaborate -vacuity of thought, and an artificial dearth of sense, spirit, truth, and -nature! It is the reverse of all this. It is Shakespear all over, and -Shakespear when he was young.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_249'>249</span>We have heard it objected to <span class='sc'>Romeo and Juliet</span>, that it is founded -on an idle passion between a boy and a girl, who have scarcely seen -and can have but little sympathy or rational esteem for one another, -who have had no experience of the good or ills of life, and whose -raptures or despair must be therefore equally groundless and fantastical. -Whoever objects to the youth of the parties in this play as ‘too unripe -and crude’ to pluck the sweets of love, and wishes to see a first-love -carried on into a good old age, and the passions taken at the rebound, -when their force is spent, may find all this done in the <em>Stranger</em> and -in other German plays, where they do things by contraries, and transpose -nature to inspire sentiment and create philosophy. Shakespear -proceeded in a more strait-forward, and, we think, effectual way. -He did not endeavour to extract beauty from wrinkles, or the wild -throb of passion from the last expiring sigh of indifference. He did -not ‘gather grapes of thorns nor figs of thistles.’ It was not his way. -But he has given a picture of human life, such as it is in the order of -nature. He has founded the passion of the two lovers not on the -pleasures they had experienced, but on all the pleasures they had <em>not</em> -experienced. All that was to come of life was theirs. At that -untried source of promised happiness they slaked their thirst, and the -first eager draught made them drunk with love and joy. They were -in full possession of their senses and their affections. Their hopes -were of air, their desires of fire. Youth is the season of love, because -the heart is then first melted in tenderness from the touch of novelty, -and kindled to rapture, for it knows no end of its enjoyments or its -wishes. Desire has no limit but itself. Passion, the love and expectation -of pleasure, is infinite, extravagant, inexhaustible, till experience -comes to check and kill it. Juliet exclaims on her first interview -with Romeo—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea,</div> - <div class='line'>My love as deep.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And why should it not? What was to hinder the thrilling tide of -pleasure, which had just gushed from her heart, from flowing on -without stint or measure, but experience which she was yet without? -What was to abate the transport of the first sweet sense of pleasure, -which her heart and her senses had just tasted, but indifference which -she was yet a stranger to? What was there to check the ardour of -hope, of faith, of constancy, just rising in her breast, but disappointment -which she had not yet felt! As are the desires and the hopes -of youthful passion, such is the keenness of its disappointments, and -their baleful effect. Such is the transition in this play from the -highest bliss to the lowest despair, from the nuptial couch to an -<span class='pageno' id='Page_250'>250</span>untimely grave. The only evil that even in apprehension befalls the -two lovers is the loss of the greatest possible felicity; yet this loss is -fatal to both, for they had rather part with life than bear the thought -of surviving all that had made life dear to them. In all this, -Shakespear has but followed nature, which existed in his time, as -well as now. The modern philosophy, which reduces the whole -theory of the mind to habitual impressions, and leaves the natural -impulses of passion and imagination out of the account, had not then -been discovered; or if it had, would have been little calculated for -the uses of poetry.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is the inadequacy of the same false system of philosophy to -account for the strength of our earliest attachments, which has led -Mr. Wordsworth to indulge in the mystical visions of Platonism in -his Ode on the Progress of Life. He has very admirably described -the vividness of our impressions in youth and childhood, and how -‘they fade by degrees into the light of common day,’ and he ascribes -the change to the supposition of a pre-existent state, as if our early -thoughts were nearer heaven, reflections of former trails of glory, -shadows of our past being. This is idle. It is not from the knowledge -of the past that the first impressions of things derive their gloss -and splendour, but from our ignorance of the future, which fills the -void to come with the warmth of our desires, with our gayest hopes, -and brightest fancies. It is the obscurity spread before it that colours -the prospect of life with hope, as it is the cloud which reflects the -rainbow. There is no occasion to resort to any mystical union and -transmission of feeling through different states of being to account for -the romantic enthusiasm of youth; nor to plant the root of hope in -the grave, nor to derive it from the skies. Its root is in the heart of -man: it lifts its head above the stars. Desire and imagination are -inmates of the human breast. The heaven ‘that lies about us in our -infancy’ is only a new world, of which we know nothing but what -we wish it to be, and believe all that we wish. In youth and boyhood, -the world we live in is the world of desire, and of fancy: it is -experience that brings us down to the world of reality. What is it -that in youth sheds a dewy light round the evening star? That -makes the daisy look so bright? That perfumes the hyacinth? -That embalms the first kiss of love? It is the delight of novelty, -and the seeing no end to the pleasure that we fondly believe is still in -store for us. The heart revels in the luxury of its own thoughts, -and is unable to sustain the weight of hope and love that presses upon -it.—The effects of the passion of love alone might have dissipated -Mr. Wordsworth’s theory, if he means any thing more by it than an -ingenious and poetical allegory. <em>That</em> at least is not a link in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_251'>251</span>chain let down from other worlds; ‘the purple light of love’ is not -a dim reflection of the smiles of celestial bliss. It does not appear -till the middle of life, and then seems like ‘another morn risen on -mid-day.’ In this respect the soul comes into the world ‘in utter -nakedness.’ Love waits for the ripening of the youthful blood. The -sense of pleasure precedes the love of pleasure, but with the sense of -pleasure, as soon as it is felt, come thronging infinite desires and hopes -of pleasure, and love is mature as soon as born. It withers and it -dies almost as soon!</p> - -<p class='c000'>This play presents a beautiful <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">coup-d’œil</span></span></i> of the progress of human -life. In thought it occupies years, and embraces the circle of the -affections from childhood to old age. Juliet has become a great girl, -a young woman since we first remember her a little thing in the idle -prattle of the nurse. Lady Capulet was about her age when she -became a mother, and old Capulet somewhat impatiently tells his -younger visitors,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>——‘I’ve seen the day,</div> - <div class='line'>That I have worn a visor, and could tell</div> - <div class='line'>A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,</div> - <div class='line'>Such as would please: ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Thus one period of life makes way for the following, and one -generation pushes another off the stage. One of the most striking -passages to show the intense feeling of youth in this play is Capulet’s -invitation to Paris to visit his entertainment.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘At my poor house, look to behold this night</div> - <div class='line'>Earth-treading stars that make dark heav’n light;</div> - <div class='line'>Such comfort as do lusty young men feel</div> - <div class='line'>When well-apparel’d April on the heel</div> - <div class='line'>Of limping winter treads, even such delight</div> - <div class='line'>Among fresh female-buds shall you this night</div> - <div class='line'>Inherit at my house.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The feelings of youth and of the spring are here blended together -like the breath of opening flowers. Images of vernal beauty appear to -have floated before the author’s mind, in writing this poem, in profusion. -Here is another of exquisite beauty, brought in more by -accident than by necessity. Montague declares of his son smit with a -hopeless passion, which he will not reveal—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘But he, his own affection’s counsellor,</div> - <div class='line'>Is to himself so secret and so close,</div> - <div class='line'>So far from sounding and discovery,</div> - <div class='line'>As is the bud bit with an envious worm,</div> - <div class='line'>Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,</div> - <div class='line'>Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_252'>252</span>This casual description is as full of passionate beauty as when -Romeo dwells in frantic fondness on ‘the white wonder of his Juliet’s -hand.’ The reader may, if he pleases, contrast the exquisite pastoral -simplicity of the above lines with the gorgeous description of Juliet -when Romeo first sees her at her father’s house, surrounded by -company and artificial splendour.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand</div> - <div class='line'>Of yonder knight?</div> - <div class='line'>O she doth teach the torches to burn bright;</div> - <div class='line'>Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,</div> - <div class='line'>Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop’s ear.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It would be hard to say which of the two garden scenes is the -finest, that where he first converses with his love, or takes leave of -her the morning after their marriage. Both are like a heaven upon -earth; the blissful bowers of Paradise let down upon this lower world. -We will give only one passage of these well known scenes to shew -the perfect refinement and delicacy of Shakespear’s conception of the -female character. It is wonderful how Collins, who was a critic and -a poet of great sensibility, should have encouraged the common error -on this subject by saying—‘But stronger Shakespear felt for man -alone.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The passage we mean is Juliet’s apology for her maiden boldness.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face;</div> - <div class='line'>Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek</div> - <div class='line'>For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.</div> - <div class='line'>Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny</div> - <div class='line'>What I have spoke—but farewel compliment:</div> - <div class='line'>Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay,</div> - <div class='line'>And I will take thee at thy word—Yet if thou swear’st,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou may’st prove false; at lovers’ perjuries</div> - <div class='line'>They say Jove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo,</div> - <div class='line'>If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;</div> - <div class='line'>Or if thou think I am too quickly won,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,</div> - <div class='line'>So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world.</div> - <div class='line'>In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;</div> - <div class='line'>And therefore thou may’st think my ‘haviour light;</div> - <div class='line'>But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true</div> - <div class='line'>Than those that have more cunning to be strange.</div> - <div class='line'>I should have been more strange, I must confess</div> - <div class='line'>But that thou over-heard’st, ere I was ware,</div> - <div class='line'>My true love’s passion; therefore pardon me,</div> - <div class='line'>And not impute this yielding to light love,</div> - <div class='line'>Which the dark night hath so discovered.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_253'>253</span>In this and all the rest, her heart, fluttering between pleasure, hope, -and fear, seems to have dictated to her tongue, and ‘calls true love -spoken simple modesty.’ Of the same sort, but bolder in virgin -innocence, is her soliloquy after her marriage with Romeo.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,</div> - <div class='line'>Towards Phœbus’ mansion; such a waggoner</div> - <div class='line'>As Phaëton would whip you to the west,</div> - <div class='line'>And bring in cloudy night immediately.</div> - <div class='line'>Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night;</div> - <div class='line'>That run-aways’ eyes may wink; and Romeo</div> - <div class='line'>Leap to these arms, untalked of, and unseen!——</div> - <div class='line'>Lovers can see to do their amorous rites</div> - <div class='line'>By their own beauties: or if love be blind,</div> - <div class='line'>It best agrees with night.—Come, civil night,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,</div> - <div class='line'>And learn me how to lose a winning match,</div> - <div class='line'>Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:</div> - <div class='line'>Hold my unmann’d blood bating in my cheeks,</div> - <div class='line'>With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,</div> - <div class='line'>Thinks true love acted, simple modesty.</div> - <div class='line'>Come night!—Come, Romeo! come, thou day in night;</div> - <div class='line'>For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night</div> - <div class='line'>Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back.——</div> - <div class='line'>Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow’d night,</div> - <div class='line'>Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die,</div> - <div class='line'>Take him and cut him out in little stars,</div> - <div class='line'>And he will make the face of heaven so fine,</div> - <div class='line'>That all the world shall be in love with night,</div> - <div class='line'>And pay no worship to the garish sun.——</div> - <div class='line'>O, I have bought the mansion of a love,</div> - <div class='line'>But not possess’d it; and though I am sold,</div> - <div class='line'>Not yet enjoy’d: so tedious is this day,</div> - <div class='line'>As is the night before some festival</div> - <div class='line'>To an impatient child, that hath new robes,</div> - <div class='line'>And may not wear them.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We the rather insert this passage here, inasmuch as we have no -doubt it has been expunged from the Family Shakespear. Such -critics do not perceive that the feelings of the heart sanctify, without -disguising, the impulses of nature. Without refinement themselves, -they confound modesty with hypocrisy. Not so the German critic, -Schlegel. Speaking of <span class='sc'>Romeo and Juliet</span>, he says, ‘It was reserved -for Shakespear to unite purity of heart and the glow of imagination, -sweetness and dignity of manners and passionate violence, in one ideal -picture.’ The character is indeed one of perfect truth and sweetness. -It has nothing forward, nothing coy, nothing affected or coquettish -<span class='pageno' id='Page_254'>254</span>about it;—it is a pure effusion of nature. It is as frank as it is -modest, for it has no thought that it wishes to conceal. It reposes -in conscious innocence on the strength of its affections. Its delicacy -does not consist in coldness and reserve, but in combining warmth of -imagination and tenderness of heart with the most voluptuous sensibility. -Love is a gentle flame that rarifies and expands her whole -being. What an idea of trembling haste and airy grace, borne upon -the thoughts of love, does the Friar’s exclamation give of her, as she -approaches his cell to be married—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Here comes the lady. Oh, so light of foot</div> - <div class='line'>Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint:</div> - <div class='line'>A lover may bestride the gossamer,</div> - <div class='line'>That idles in the wanton summer air,</div> - <div class='line'>And yet not fall, so light is vanity.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The tragic part of this character is of a piece with the rest. It is -the heroic founded on tenderness and delicacy. Of this kind are her -resolution to follow the Friar’s advice, and the conflict in her bosom -between apprehension and love when she comes to take the sleeping -poison. Shakespear is blamed for the mixture of low characters. -If this is a deformity, it is the source of a thousand beauties. One -instance is the contrast between the guileless simplicity of Juliet’s -attachment to her first love, and the convenient policy of the nurse in -advising her to marry Paris, which excites such indignation in her -mistress. ‘Ancient damnation! oh most wicked fiend,’ etc.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Romeo is Hamlet in love. There is the same rich exuberance of -passion and sentiment in the one, that there is of thought and sentiment -in the other. Both are absent and self-involved, both live out -of themselves in a world of imagination. Hamlet is abstracted from -every thing; Romeo is abstracted from every thing but his love, and -lost in it. His ‘frail thoughts dally with faint surmise,’ and are -fashioned out of the suggestions of hope, ‘the flatteries of sleep.’ He -is himself only in his Juliet; she is his only reality, his heart’s true -home and idol. The rest of the world is to him a passing dream. -How finely is this character pourtrayed where he recollects himself -on seeing Paris slain at the tomb of Juliet!—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What said my man, when my betossed soul</div> - <div class='line'>Did not attend him as we rode? I think</div> - <div class='line'>He told me Paris should have married Juliet.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And again, just before he hears the sudden tidings of her death—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘If I may trust the flattery of sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>My dreams presage some joyful news at hand;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_255'>255</span>My bosom’s lord sits lightly on his throne,</div> - <div class='line'>And all this day an unaccustom’d spirit</div> - <div class='line'>Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.</div> - <div class='line'>I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,</div> - <div class='line'>(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think)</div> - <div class='line'>And breath’d such life with kisses on my lips,</div> - <div class='line'>That I reviv’d and was an emperour.</div> - <div class='line'>Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,</div> - <div class='line'>When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Romeo’s passion for Juliet is not a first love: it succeeds and -drives out his passion for another mistress, Rosaline, as the sun hides -the stars. This is perhaps an artifice (not absolutely necessary) to -give us a higher opinion of the lady, while the first absolute surrender -of her heart to him enhances the richness of the prize. The commencement, -progress, and ending of his second passion are however -complete in themselves, not injured if they are not bettered by the -first. The outline of the play is taken from an Italian novel; but -the dramatic arrangement of the different scenes between the lovers, -the more than dramatic interest in the progress of the story, the -developement of the characters with time and circumstances, just -according to the degree and kind of interest excited, are not inferior -to the expression of passion and nature. It has been ingeniously -remarked among other proofs of skill in the contrivance of the fable, -that the improbability of the main incident in the piece, the administering -of the sleeping-potion, is softened and obviated from the -beginning by the introduction of the Friar on his first appearance -culling simples and descanting on their virtues. Of the passionate -scenes in this tragedy, that between the Friar and Romeo when he -is told of his sentence of banishment, that between Juliet and the -Nurse when she hears of it, and of the death of her cousin Tybalt -(which bear no proportion in her mind, when passion after the first -shock of surprise throws its weight into the scale of her affections) -and the last scene at the tomb, are among the most natural and overpowering. -In all of these it is not merely the force of any one -passion that is given, but the slightest and most unlooked-for transitions -from one to another, the mingling currents of every different -feeling rising up and prevailing in turn, swayed by the master-mind -of the poet, as the waves undulate beneath the gliding storm. Thus -when Juliet has by her complaints encouraged the Nurse to say, -‘Shame come to Romeo,’ she instantly repels the wish, which she -had herself occasioned, by answering—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Blister’d be thy tongue</div> - <div class='line'>For such a wish! He was not born to shame.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_256'>256</span>Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit,</div> - <div class='line'>For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d</div> - <div class='line'>Sole monarch of the universal earth!</div> - <div class='line'>O, what a beast was I to chide him so?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Nurse.</em> Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Juliet.</em> Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?</div> - <div class='line'>Ah my poor lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,</div> - <div class='line'>When I, thy three-hours’ wife, have mangled it?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And then follows on the neck of her remorse and returning fondness, -that wish treading almost on the brink of impiety, but still held back -by the strength of her devotion to her lord, that ‘father, mother, nay, -or both were dead,’ rather than Romeo banished. If she requires -any other excuse, it is in the manner in which Romeo echoes her -frantic grief and disappointment in the next scene at being banished -from her.—Perhaps one of the finest pieces of acting that ever was -witnessed on the stage, is Mr. Kean’s manner of doing this scene -and his repetition of the word, <em>Banished</em>. He treads close indeed -upon the genius of his author.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A passage which this celebrated actor and able commentator on -Shakespear (actors are the best commentators on the poets) did not -give with equal truth or force of feeling was the one which Romeo -makes at the tomb of Juliet, before he drinks the poison.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>——‘Let me peruse this face—</div> - <div class='line'>Mercutio’s kinsman! noble county Paris!</div> - <div class='line'>What said my man, when my betossed soul</div> - <div class='line'>Did not attend him as we rode? I think,</div> - <div class='line'>He told me Paris should have married Juliet:</div> - <div class='line'>Said he not so? or did I dream it so?</div> - <div class='line'>Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,</div> - <div class='line'>To think it was so?——O, give me thy hand,</div> - <div class='line'>One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book!</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave——</div> - <div class='line'>For here lies Juliet.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>——O, my love! my wife!</div> - <div class='line'>Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,</div> - <div class='line'>Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:</div> - <div class='line'>Thou art not conquer’d; beauty’s ensign yet</div> - <div class='line'>Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,</div> - <div class='line'>And Death’s pale flag is not advanced there.——</div> - <div class='line'>Tybalt, ly’st thou there in thy bloody sheet?</div> - <div class='line'>O, what more favour can I do to thee,</div> - <div class='line'>Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,</div> - <div class='line'>To sunder his that was thine enemy?</div> - <div class='line'>Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,</div> - <div class='line'>Why art thou yet so fair! Shall I believe</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_257'>257</span>That unsubstantial death is amorous;</div> - <div class='line'>And that the lean abhorred monster keeps</div> - <div class='line'>Thee here in dark to be his paramour!</div> - <div class='line'>For fear of that, I will stay still with thee;</div> - <div class='line'>And never from this palace of dim night</div> - <div class='line'>Depart again: here, here will I remain</div> - <div class='line'>With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here</div> - <div class='line'>Will I set up my everlasting rest;</div> - <div class='line'>And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars</div> - <div class='line'>From this world-wearied flesh.—Eyes, look your last!</div> - <div class='line'>Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you,</div> - <div class='line'>The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss</div> - <div class='line'>A dateless bargain to engrossing death!—</div> - <div class='line'>Come, bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide!</div> - <div class='line'>Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on</div> - <div class='line'>The dashing rocks my sea-sick weary bark!</div> - <div class='line'>Here’s to my love!—[<em>Drinks.</em>] O, true apothecary!</div> - <div class='line'>Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The lines in this speech, describing the loveliness of Juliet, who is -supposed to be dead, have been compared to those in which it is -said of Cleopatra after her death, that she looked ‘as she would take -another Antony in her strong toil of grace’; and a question has been -started which is the finest, that we do not pretend to decide. We -can more easily decide between Shakespear and any other author, -than between him and himself.—Shall we quote any more passages to -shew his genius or the beauty of <span class='sc'>Romeo and Juliet</span>? At that rate, we -might quote the whole. The late Mr. Sheridan, on being shewn a -volume of the Beauties of Shakespear, very properly asked—‘But -where are the other eleven?’ The character of Mercutio in this -play is one of the most mercurial and spirited of the productions of -Shakespear’s comic muse.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>LEAR</h3> - -<p class='c011'>We wish that we could pass this play over, and say nothing about -it. All that we can say must fall far short of the subject; or even -of what we ourselves conceive of it. To attempt to give a description -of the play itself or of its effect upon the mind, is mere impertinence; -yet we must say something.—It is then the best of all -Shakespear’s plays, for it is the one in which he was the most in -earnest. He was here fairly caught in the web of his own imagination. -The passion which he has taken as his subject is that which -strikes its root deepest into the human heart; of which the bond is -<span class='pageno' id='Page_258'>258</span>the hardest to be unloosed; and the cancelling and tearing to pieces -of which gives the greatest revulsion to the frame. This depth of -nature, this force of passion, this tug and war of the elements of our -being, this firm faith in filial piety, and the giddy anarchy and whirling -tumult of the thoughts at finding this prop failing it, the contrast -between the fixed, immoveable basis of natural affection, and the rapid, -irregular starts of imagination, suddenly wrenched from all its -accustomed holds and resting-places in the soul, this is what Shakespear -has given, and what nobody else but he could give. So we -believe.—The mind of Lear, staggering between the weight of -attachment and the hurried movements of passion, is like a tall ship -driven about by the winds, buffetted by the furious waves, but that -still rides above the storm, having its anchor fixed in the bottom of -the sea; or it is like the sharp rock circled by the eddying whirlpool -that foams and beats against it, or like the solid promontory pushed -from its basis by the force of an earthquake.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Lear itself is very finely conceived for the purpose. -It is the only ground on which such a story could be built with -the greatest truth and effect. It is his rash haste, his violent impetuosity, -his blindness to every thing but the dictates of his passions or -affections, that produces all his misfortunes, that aggravates his -impatience of them, that enforces our pity for him. The part which -Cordelia bears in the scene is extremely beautiful: the story is almost -told in the first words she utters. We see at once the precipice on -which the poor old king stands from his own extravagant and credulous -importunity, the indiscreet simplicity of her love (which, to be -sure, has a little of her father’s obstinacy in it) and the hollowness of -her sisters’ pretensions. Almost the first burst of that noble tide of -passion, which runs through the play, is in the remonstrance of Kent -to his royal master on the injustice of his sentence against his youngest -daughter—‘Be Kent unmannerly, when Lear is mad!’ This manly -plainness, which draws down on him the displeasure of the unadvised -king, is worthy of the fidelity with which he adheres to his fallen -fortunes. The true character of the two eldest daughters, Regan -and Gonerill (they are so thoroughly hateful that we do not even like -to repeat their names) breaks out in their answer to Cordelia who -desires them to treat their father well—‘Prescribe not us our duties’—their -hatred of advice being in proportion to their determination to -do wrong, and to their hypocritical pretensions to do right. Their -deliberate hypocrisy adds the last finishing to the odiousness of their -characters. It is the absence of this detestable quality that is the -only relief in the character of Edmund the Bastard, and that at -times reconciles us to him. We are not tempted to exaggerate the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_259'>259</span>guilt of his conduct, when he himself gives it up as a bad business, -and writes himself down ‘plain villain.’ Nothing more can be said -about it. His religious honesty in this respect is admirable. One -speech of his is worth a million. His father, Gloster, whom he has -just deluded with a forged story of his brother Edgar’s designs against -his life, accounts for his unnatural behaviour and the strange depravity -of the times from the late eclipses in the sun and moon. Edmund, -who is in the secret, says when he is gone—‘This is the excellent -foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeits -of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, -the moon, and stars: as if we were villains on necessity; fools by -heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treacherous by spherical -predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience -of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine -thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his -goatish disposition on the charge of a star! My father compounded -with my mother under the Dragon’s tail, and my nativity was under -Ursa Major: so that it follows, I am rough and lecherous. Tut! -I should have been what I am, had the maidenliness star in the firmament -twinkled on my bastardising.’—The whole character, its careless, -light-hearted villainy, contrasted with the sullen, rancorous -malignity of Regan and Gonerill, its connection with the conduct of -the under-plot, in which Gloster’s persecution of one of his sons and -the ingratitude of another, form a counterpart to the mistakes and -misfortunes of Lear,—his double amour with the two sisters, and the -share which he has in bringing about the fatal catastrophe, are all -managed with an uncommon degree of skill and power.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It has been said, and we think justly, that the third act of <cite>Othello</cite> -and the three first acts of <span class='sc'>Lear</span>, are Shakespear’s great master-pieces -in the logic of passion: that they contain the highest examples not -only of the force of individual passion, but of its dramatic vicissitudes -and striking effects arising from the different circumstances and -characters of the persons speaking. We see the ebb and flow of the -feeling, its pauses and feverish starts, its impatience of opposition, its -accumulating force when it has time to recollect itself, the manner in -which it avails itself of every passing word or gesture, its haste to -repel insinuation, the alternate contraction and dilatation of the soul, -and all ‘the dazzling fence of controversy’ in this mortal combat with -poisoned weapons, aimed at the heart, where each wound is fatal. -We have seen in <cite>Othello</cite>, how the unsuspecting frankness and impetuous -passions of the Moor are played upon and exasperated by the artful -dexterity of Iago. In the present play, that which aggravates the -sense of sympathy in the reader, and of uncontroulable anguish in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_260'>260</span>swoln heart of Lear, is the petrifying indifference, the cold, calculating, -obdurate selfishness of his daughters. His keen passions seem -whetted on their stony hearts. The contrast would be too painful, -the shock too great, but for the intervention of the Fool, whose well-timed -levity comes in to break the continuity of feeling when it can -no longer be borne, and to bring into play again the fibres of the heart -just as they are growing rigid from overstrained excitement. The -imagination is glad to take refuge in the half-comic, half-serious comments -of the Fool, just as the mind under the extreme anguish of a -surgical operation vents itself in sallies of wit. The character was -also a grotesque ornament of the barbarous times, in which alone the -tragic ground-work of the story could be laid. In another point of -view it is indispensable, inasmuch as while it is a diversion to the too -great intensity of our disgust, it carries the pathos to the highest -pitch of which it is capable, by shewing the pitiable weakness of the -old king’s conduct and its irretrievable consequences in the most -familiar point of view. Lear may well ‘beat at the gate which let -his folly in,’ after, as the Fool says, ‘he has made his daughters his -mothers.’ The character is dropped in the third act to make room -for the entrance of Edgar as Mad Tom, which well accords with the -increasing bustle and wildness of the incidents; and nothing can be -more complete than the distinction between Lear’s real and Edgar’s -assumed madness, while the resemblance in the cause of their distresses, -from the severing of the nearest ties of natural affection, keeps -up a unity of interest. Shakespear’s mastery over his subject, if it -was not art, was owing to a knowledge of the connecting links of the -passions, and their effect upon the mind, still more wonderful than -any systematic adherence to rules, and that anticipated and outdid -all the efforts of the most refined art, not inspired and rendered -instinctive by genius.</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most perfect displays of dramatic power is the first -interview between Lear and his daughter, after the designed affronts -upon him, which till one of his knights reminds him of them, his -sanguine temperament had led him to overlook. He returns with his -train from hunting, and his usual impatience breaks out in his first -words, ‘Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go, get it ready.’ He -then encounters the faithful Kent in disguise, and retains him in his -service; and the first trial of his honest duty is to trip up the heels of -the officious Steward who makes so prominent and despicable a figure -through the piece. On the entrance of Gonerill the following dialogue -takes place:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Lear.</em> How now, daughter? what makes that frontlet on?</div> - <div class='line'>Methinks, you are too much of late i’ the frown.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_261'>261</span><em>Fool.</em> Thou wast a pretty fellow, when thou had’st no need to care for -her frowning; now thou art an O without a figure: I am better than thou -art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing.——Yes, forsooth, I will hold my -tongue; [<em>To Gonerill</em>], so your face bids me, though you say nothing. -Mum, mum.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He that keeps nor crust nor crum,</div> - <div class='line'>Weary of all, shall want some.——</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>That’s a sheal’d peascod! <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Pointing to Lear.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Not only, sir, this your all-licens’d fool,</div> - <div class='line'>But other of your insolent retinue</div> - <div class='line'>Do hourly carp and quarrel; breaking forth</div> - <div class='line'>In rank and not-to-be-endured riots.</div> - <div class='line'>I had thought, by making this well known unto you,</div> - <div class='line'>To have found a safe redress; but now grow fearful,</div> - <div class='line'>By what yourself too late have spoke and done,</div> - <div class='line'>That you protect this course, and put it on</div> - <div class='line'>By your allowance; which if you should, the fault</div> - <div class='line'>Would not ‘scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>Which in the tender of a wholesome weal,</div> - <div class='line'>Might in their working do you that offence,</div> - <div class='line'>(Which else were shame) that then necessity</div> - <div class='line'>Would call discreet proceeding.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fool.</em> For you trow, nuncle,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>The hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,</div> - <div class='line in4'>That it had its head bit off by its young.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So out went the candle, and we were left darkling.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Are you our daughter?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Come, sir,</div> - <div class='line'>I would, you would make use of that good wisdom</div> - <div class='line'>Whereof I know you are fraught; and put away</div> - <div class='line'>These dispositions, which of late transform you</div> - <div class='line'>From what you rightly are.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fool.</em> May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse?</div> - <div class='line in2'>——Whoop, Jug, I love thee.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Does any here know me?—Why, this is not Lear:</div> - <div class='line'>Does Lear walk thus? speak thus?—Where are his eyes?</div> - <div class='line'>Either his notion weakens, or his discernings</div> - <div class='line'>Are lethargy’d——Ha! waking?—’Tis not so.——</div> - <div class='line'>Who is it that can tell me who I am?—Lear’s shadow?</div> - <div class='line'>I would learn that: for by the marks</div> - <div class='line'>Of sov’reignty, of knowledge, and of reason,</div> - <div class='line'>I should be false persuaded I had daughters.——</div> - <div class='line'>Your name, fair gentlewoman?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Come, sir:</div> - <div class='line'>This admiration is much o’ the favour</div> - <div class='line'>Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you</div> - <div class='line'>To understand my purposes aright:</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_262'>262</span>As you are old and reverend, you should be wise:</div> - <div class='line'>Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires;</div> - <div class='line'>Men so disorder’d, so debauch’d, and bold,</div> - <div class='line'>That this our court, infected with their manners,</div> - <div class='line'>Shews like a riotous inn: epicurism and lust</div> - <div class='line'>Make it more like a tavern, or a brothel,</div> - <div class='line'>Than a grac’d palace. The shame itself doth speak</div> - <div class='line'>For instant remedy: be then desir’d</div> - <div class='line'>By her, that else will take the thing she begs,</div> - <div class='line'>A little to disquantity your train;</div> - <div class='line'>And the remainder, that shall still depend,</div> - <div class='line'>To be such men as may besort your age,</div> - <div class='line'>And know themselves and you.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Darkness and devils!——</div> - <div class='line'>Saddle my horses; call my train together.——</div> - <div class='line'>Degenerate bastard! I’ll not trouble thee;</div> - <div class='line'>Yet have I left a daughter.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> You strike my people; and your disorder’d rabble</div> - <div class='line'>Make servants of their betters.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Albany</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Woe, that too late repents—O, sir, are you come?</div> - <div class='line'>Is it your will? speak, sir.—Prepare my horses.—— <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Albany.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,</div> - <div class='line'>More hideous, when thou shew’st thee in a child,</div> - <div class='line'>Than the sea-monster!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Albany.</em> Pray, sir, be patient.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Detested kite! thou liest. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Gonerill.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>My train are men of choice and rarest parts,</div> - <div class='line'>That all particulars of duty know;</div> - <div class='line'>And in the most exact regard support</div> - <div class='line'>The worships of their name.——O most small fault,</div> - <div class='line'>How ugly didst thou in Cordelia shew!</div> - <div class='line'>Which, like an engine, wrench’d my frame of nature</div> - <div class='line'>From the fixt place; drew from my heart all love,</div> - <div class='line'>And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear!</div> - <div class='line'>Beat at the gate, that let thy folly in, <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Striking his head.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>And thy dear judgment out!——Go, go, my people!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Albany.</em> My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant</div> - <div class='line'>Of what hath mov’d you.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> It may be so, my lord——</div> - <div class='line'>Hear, nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!</div> - <div class='line'>Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend</div> - <div class='line'>To make this creature fruitful!</div> - <div class='line'>Into her womb convey sterility;</div> - <div class='line'>Dry up in her the organs of increase;</div> - <div class='line'>And from her derogate body never spring</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_263'>263</span>A babe to honour her! If she must teem,</div> - <div class='line'>Create her child of spleen: that it may live,</div> - <div class='line'>To be a thwart disnatur’d torment to her!</div> - <div class='line'>Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;</div> - <div class='line'>With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;</div> - <div class='line'>Turn all her mother’s pains, and benefits,</div> - <div class='line'>To laughter and contempt; that she may feel</div> - <div class='line'>How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is</div> - <div class='line'>To have a thankless child!——Away, away! <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Exit.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Albany.</em> Now, gods, that we adore, whereof comes this?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Never afflict yourself to know the cause;</div> - <div class='line'>But let his disposition have that scope</div> - <div class='line'>That dotage gives it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'><em>Re-enter</em> <span class='sc'>Lear</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> What, fifty of my followers at a clap!</div> - <div class='line'>Within a fortnight!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Albany.</em> What’s the matter, sir?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> I’ll tell thee; life and death! I am asham’d</div> - <div class='line'>That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus: <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Gonerill.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,</div> - <div class='line'>Should make thee worth them.——Blasts and fogs upon thee!</div> - <div class='line'>The untented woundings of a father’s curse</div> - <div class='line'>Pierce every sense about thee!——Old fond eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Beweep this cause again, I’ll pluck you out;</div> - <div class='line'>And cast you, with the waters that you lose,</div> - <div class='line'>To temper clay.——Ha! is it come to this?</div> - <div class='line'>Let it be so:——Yet have I left a daughter,</div> - <div class='line'>Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable;</div> - <div class='line'>When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails</div> - <div class='line'>She’ll flea thy wolfish visage. Thou shalt find,</div> - <div class='line'>That I’ll resume the shape, which thou dost think</div> - <div class='line'>I have cast off for ever. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Exeunt Lear, Kent, and Attendants.</em>’<span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is certainly fine: no wonder that Lear says after it, ‘O let -me not be mad, not mad, sweet heavens,’ feeling its effects by anticipation; -but fine as is this burst of rage and indignation at the first -blow aimed at his hopes and expectations, it is nothing near so fine -as what follows from his double disappointment, and his lingering -efforts to see which of them he shall lean upon for support and find -comfort in, when both his daughters turn against his age and weakness. -It is with some difficulty that Lear gets to speak with his -daughter Regan, and her husband, at Gloster’s castle. In concert -with Gonerill they have left their own home on purpose to avoid -him. His apprehensions are first alarmed by this circumstance, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_264'>264</span>when Gloster, whose guests they are, urges the fiery temper of the -Duke of Cornwall as an excuse for not importuning him a second -time, Lear breaks out—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Vengeance! Plague! Death! Confusion!——</div> - <div class='line'>Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloster, Gloster,</div> - <div class='line'>I’d speak with the Duke of Cornwall, and his wife.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Afterwards, feeling perhaps not well himself, he is inclined to -admit their excuse from illness, but then recollecting that they have -set his messenger (Kent) in the stocks, all his suspicions are roused -again, and he insists on seeing them.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>‘<em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Cornwall</span>, <span class='sc'>Regan</span>, <span class='sc'>Gloster</span>, <em>and Servants</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Good-morrow to you both.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cornwall.</em> Hail to your grace! <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Kent is set at liberty.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> I am glad to see your highness.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Regan, I think you are; I know what reason</div> - <div class='line'>I have to think so: if thou should’st not be glad,</div> - <div class='line'>I would divorce me from thy mother’s tomb,</div> - <div class='line'>Sepulch’ring an adultress.——O, are you free? <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Kent.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>Some other time for that.——Beloved Regan,</div> - <div class='line'>Thy sister’s naught: O Regan, she hath tied</div> - <div class='line'>Sharp-tooth’d unkindness, like a vulture, here——</div> - <div class='line in45'><span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Points to his heart.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>I can scarce speak to thee; thou’lt not believe,</div> - <div class='line'>Of how deprav’d a quality——O Regan!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope</div> - <div class='line'>You less know how to value her desert,</div> - <div class='line'>Than she to scant her duty.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Say, how is that?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> I cannot think my sister in the least</div> - <div class='line'>Would fail her obligation; if, sir, perchance,</div> - <div class='line'>She have restrain’d the riots of your followers,</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,</div> - <div class='line'>As clears her from all blame.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> My curses on her!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> O, sir, you are old;</div> - <div class='line'>Nature in you stands on the very verge</div> - <div class='line'>Of her confine: you should be rul’d, and led</div> - <div class='line'>By some discretion, that discerns your state</div> - <div class='line'>Better than you yourself: therefore, I pray you,</div> - <div class='line'>That to our sister you do make return;</div> - <div class='line'>Say, you have wrong’d her, sir.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Ask her forgiveness?</div> - <div class='line'>Do you but mark how this becomes the use?</div> - <div class='line'><em>Dear daughter, I confess that I am old</em>;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_265'>265</span><em>Age is unnecessary; on my knees I beg,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>That you’ll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.</em></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:</div> - <div class='line'>Return you to my sister.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Never, Regan:</div> - <div class='line'>She hath abated me of half my train;</div> - <div class='line'>Look’d blank upon me; struck me with her tongue,</div> - <div class='line'>Most serpent-like, upon the very heart:——</div> - <div class='line'>All the stor’d vengeances of heaven fall</div> - <div class='line'>On her ungrateful top! Strike her young bones,</div> - <div class='line'>You taking airs, with lameness!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cornwall.</em> Fie, sir, fie!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames</div> - <div class='line'>Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,</div> - <div class='line'>You fen-suck’d fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,</div> - <div class='line'>To fall, and blast her pride!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> O the blest gods!</div> - <div class='line'>So will you wish on me, when the rash mood is on.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse;</div> - <div class='line'>Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give</div> - <div class='line'>Thee o’er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but thine</div> - <div class='line'>Do comfort, and not burn: ’Tis not in thee</div> - <div class='line'>To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,</div> - <div class='line'>To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,</div> - <div class='line'>And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt</div> - <div class='line'>Against my coming in: thou better know’st</div> - <div class='line'>The offices of nature, bond of childhood,</div> - <div class='line'>Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;</div> - <div class='line'>Thy half o’ the kingdom thou hast not forgot,</div> - <div class='line'>Wherein I thee endow’d.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> Good sir, to the purpose. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Trumpets within.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Who put my man i’ the stocks?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cornwall.</em> What trumpet’s that?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'><em>Enter Steward.</em></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> I know’t, my sister’s: this approves her letter,</div> - <div class='line'>That she would soon be here.—Is your lady come?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> This is a slave, whose easy-borrow’d pride</div> - <div class='line'>Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:——</div> - <div class='line'>Out, Varlet, from my sight!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cornwall.</em> What means your grace?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Who stock’d my servant? Regan, I have good hope</div> - <div class='line'>Thou did’st not know on’t.——Who comes here? O heavens,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Gonerill</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>If you do love old men, if your sweet sway</div> - <div class='line'>Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,</div> - <div class='line'>Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_266'>266</span>Art not asham’d to look upon this beard?— <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Gonerill.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?</div> - <div class='line'>All’s not offence, that indiscretion finds,</div> - <div class='line'>And dotage terms so.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> O, sides, you are too tough!</div> - <div class='line'>Will you yet hold?—How came my man i’ the stocks?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cornwall.</em> I set him there, sir: but his own disorders</div> - <div class='line'>Deserv’d much less advancement.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> You! did you?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.</div> - <div class='line'>If, till the expiration of your month,</div> - <div class='line'>You will return and sojourn with my sister,</div> - <div class='line'>Dismissing half your train, come then to me;</div> - <div class='line'>I am now from home, and out of that provision</div> - <div class='line'>Which shall be needful for your entertainment.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Return to her, and fifty men dismiss’d?</div> - <div class='line'>No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose</div> - <div class='line'>To be a comrade with the wolf and owl——</div> - <div class='line'>To wage against the enmity o’ the air,</div> - <div class='line'>Necessity’s sharp pinch!——Return with her!</div> - <div class='line'>Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took</div> - <div class='line'>Our youngest born, I could as well be brought</div> - <div class='line'>To knee his throne, and squire-like pension beg</div> - <div class='line'>To keep base life afoot.——Return with her!</div> - <div class='line'>Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter</div> - <div class='line'>To this detested groom. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Looking on the Steward.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> At your choice, sir.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Now, I pr’ythee, daughter, do not make me mad;</div> - <div class='line'>I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:</div> - <div class='line'>We’ll no more meet, no more see one another:——</div> - <div class='line'>But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;</div> - <div class='line'>Or, rather, a disease that’s in my flesh,</div> - <div class='line'>Which I must needs call mine: thou art a bile,</div> - <div class='line'>A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,</div> - <div class='line'>In my corrupted blood. But I’ll not chide thee;</div> - <div class='line'>Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:</div> - <div class='line'>I did not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove:</div> - <div class='line'>Mend when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure:</div> - <div class='line'>I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,</div> - <div class='line'>I, and my hundred knights.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> Not altogether so, sir;</div> - <div class='line'>I look’d not for you yet, nor am provided</div> - <div class='line'>For your fit welcome: Give ear, sir, to my sister;</div> - <div class='line'>For those that mingle reason with your passion</div> - <div class='line'>Must be content to think you old, and so——</div> - <div class='line'>But she knows what she does.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Is this well spoken now?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_267'>267</span><em>Regan.</em> I dare avouch it, sir: What, fifty followers?</div> - <div class='line'>Is it not well? What should you need of more?</div> - <div class='line'>Yea, or so many? Sith that both charge and danger</div> - <div class='line'>Speak ‘gainst so great a number? How, in one house,</div> - <div class='line'>Should many people, under two commands,</div> - <div class='line'>Hold amity? ’Tis hard; almost impossible.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance</div> - <div class='line'>From those that she calls servants, or from mine?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> Why not, my lord? If then they chanc’d to slack you,</div> - <div class='line'>We would controul them: if you will come to me</div> - <div class='line'>(For now I spy a danger) I entreat you</div> - <div class='line'>To bring but five-and-twenty; to no more</div> - <div class='line'>Will I give place, or notice.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> I gave you all——</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> And in good time you gave it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Made you my guardians, my depositaries;</div> - <div class='line'>But kept a reservation to be follow’d</div> - <div class='line'>With such a number: what, must I come to you</div> - <div class='line'>With five-and-twenty, Regan! said you so?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> And speak it again, my lord: no more with me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour’d,</div> - <div class='line'>When others are more wicked; not being the worst,</div> - <div class='line'>Stands in some rank of praise:——I’ll go with thee; <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Gonerill.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,</div> - <div class='line'>And thou art twice her love.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gonerill.</em> Hear me, my lord;</div> - <div class='line'>What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,</div> - <div class='line'>To follow in a house, where twice so many</div> - <div class='line'>Have a command to tend you?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Regan.</em> What need one?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> O, reason not the need: our basest beggars</div> - <div class='line'>Are in the poorest thing superfluous:</div> - <div class='line'>Allow not nature more than nature needs,</div> - <div class='line'>Man’s life is cheap as beast’s: thou art a lady;</div> - <div class='line'>If only to go warm were gorgeous,</div> - <div class='line'>Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear’st;</div> - <div class='line'>Which scarcely keeps thee warm.——But, for true need——</div> - <div class='line'>You heavens, give me that patience which I need!</div> - <div class='line'>You see me here, you gods; a poor old man,</div> - <div class='line'>As full of grief as age; wretched in both!</div> - <div class='line'>If it be you that stir these daughters’ hearts</div> - <div class='line'>Against their father, fool me not so much</div> - <div class='line'>To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger!</div> - <div class='line'>O, let no woman’s weapons, water-drops,</div> - <div class='line'>Stain my man’s cheeks!——No, you unnatural hags,</div> - <div class='line'>I will have such revenges on you both,</div> - <div class='line'>That all the world shall——I will do such things——</div> - <div class='line'>What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_268'>268</span>The terrors of the earth. You think, I’ll weep:</div> - <div class='line'>No, I’ll not weep:——</div> - <div class='line'>I have full cause of weeping; but this heart</div> - <div class='line'>Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,</div> - <div class='line'>Or e’er I’ll weep:——O, fool, I shall go mad!——</div> - <div class='line in27'><span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Exeunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool.</em>’<span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If there is any thing in any author like this yearning of the heart, -these throes of tenderness, this profound expression of all that can -be thought and felt in the most heart-rending situations, we are glad -of it; but it is in some author that we have not read.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The scene in the storm, where he is exposed to all the fury of -the elements, though grand and terrible, is not so fine, but the moralising -scenes with Mad Tom, Kent, and Gloster, are upon a par with -the former. His exclamation in the supposed trial-scene of his -daughters, ‘See the little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, -see they bark at me,’ his issuing his orders, ‘Let them anatomize -Regan, see what breeds about her heart,’ and his reflection -when he sees the misery of Edgar, ‘Nothing but his unkind daughters -could have brought him to this,’ are in a style of pathos, where the -extremest resources of the imagination are called in to lay open the -deepest movements of the heart, which was peculiar to Shakespear. -In the same style and spirit is his interrupting the Fool who asks -‘whether a madman be a gentleman or a yeoman,’ by answering -‘A king, a king.—</p> - -<p class='c000'>The indirect part that Gloster takes in these scenes where his -generosity leads him to relieve Lear and resent the cruelty of his -daughters, at the very time that he is himself instigated to seek the -life of his son, and suffering under the sting of his supposed ingratitude, -is a striking accompaniment to the situation of Lear. Indeed, -the manner in which the threads of the story are woven together -is almost as wonderful in the way of art as the carrying on the tide -of passion, still varying and unimpaired, is on the score of nature. -Among the remarkable instances of this kind are Edgar’s meeting -with his old blind father; the deception he practises upon him when -he pretends to lead him to the top of Dover-cliff—‘Come on, sir, -here’s the place,’ to prevent his ending his life and miseries together; -his encounter with the perfidious Steward whom he kills, and his -finding the letter from Gonerill to his brother upon him which leads -to the final catastrophe, and brings the wheel of Justice ‘full circle -home’ to the guilty parties. The bustle and rapid succession of -events in the last scenes is surprising. But the meeting between Lear -and Cordelia is by far the most affecting part of them. It has all -the wildness of poetry, and all the heart-felt truth of nature. The -<span class='pageno' id='Page_269'>269</span>previous account of her reception of the news of his unkind treatment, -her involuntary reproaches to her sisters, ‘Shame, ladies, -shame,’ Lear’s backwardness to see his daughter, the picture of the -desolate state to which he is reduced, ‘Alack, ’tis he; why he was -met even now, as mad as the vex’d sea, singing aloud,’ only prepare -the way for and heighten our expectation of what follows, and -assuredly this expectation is not disappointed when through the -tender care of Cordelia he revives and recollects her.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Cordelia.</em> How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> You do me wrong, to take me out o’ the grave:</div> - <div class='line'>Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound</div> - <div class='line'>Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears</div> - <div class='line'>Do scald like molten lead.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cordelia.</em> Sir, do you know me?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> You are a spirit I know: when did you die?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cordelia.</em> Still, still, far wide!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Physician.</em> He’s scarce awake; let him alone awhile.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Where have I been? Where am I?—Fair daylight?——</div> - <div class='line'>I am mightily abus’d.—I should even die with pity,</div> - <div class='line'>To see another thus.—I know not what to say.——</div> - <div class='line'>I will not swear these are my hands:—let’s see;</div> - <div class='line'>I feel this pin prick. ‘Would I were assured</div> - <div class='line'>Of my condition.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cordelia.</em> O, look upon me, sir,</div> - <div class='line'>And hold your hands in benediction o’er me:——</div> - <div class='line'>No, sir, you must not kneel.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Pray, do not mock me:</div> - <div class='line'>I am a very foolish fond old man,</div> - <div class='line'>Fourscore and upward;</div> - <div class='line'>And, to deal plainly,</div> - <div class='line'>I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.</div> - <div class='line'>Methinks, I shou’d know you, and know this man;</div> - <div class='line'>Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant</div> - <div class='line'>What place this is; and all the skill I have</div> - <div class='line'>Remembers not these garments; nor I know not</div> - <div class='line'>Where I did lodge last night: do not laugh at me;</div> - <div class='line'>For, as I am a man, I think this lady</div> - <div class='line'>To be my child Cordelia.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Cordelia.</em> And so I am, I am!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Almost equal to this in awful beauty is their consolation of each -other when, after the triumph of their enemies, they are led to prison.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Cordelia.</em> We are not the first,</div> - <div class='line'>Who, with best meaning, have incurr’d the worst.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_270'>270</span>For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;</div> - <div class='line'>Myself could else out-frown false fortune’s frown.—</div> - <div class='line'>Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison:</div> - <div class='line'>We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:</div> - <div class='line'>When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,</div> - <div class='line'>And ask of thee forgiveness: so we’ll live,</div> - <div class='line'>And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh</div> - <div class='line'>At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues</div> - <div class='line'>Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too—</div> - <div class='line'>Who loses, and who wins; who’s in, who’s out;—</div> - <div class='line'>And take upon us the mystery of things,</div> - <div class='line'>As if we were God’s spies: and we’ll wear out,</div> - <div class='line'>In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones,</div> - <div class='line'>That ebb and flow by the moon.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Edmund.</em> Take them away.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Lear.</em> Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,</div> - <div class='line'>The gods themselves throw incense.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The concluding events are sad, painfully sad; but their pathos is -extreme. The oppression of the feelings is relieved by the very -interest we take in the misfortunes of others, and by the reflections -to which they give birth. Cordelia is hanged in prison by the orders -of the bastard Edmund, which are known too late to be countermanded, -and Lear dies broken-hearted, lamenting over her.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Lear.</em> And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life:</div> - <div class='line'>Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,</div> - <div class='line'>And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more,</div> - <div class='line'>Never, never, never, never, never!——</div> - <div class='line'>Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>He dies, and indeed we feel the truth of what Kent says on the -occasion—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him,</div> - <div class='line'>That would upon the rack of this rough world</div> - <div class='line'>Stretch him out longer.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Yet a happy ending has been contrived for this play, which is -approved of by Dr. Johnson and condemned by Schlegel. A better -authority than either, on any subject in which poetry and feeling are -concerned, has given it in favour of Shakespear, in some remarks on -the acting of Lear, with which we shall conclude this account:</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘The <span class='sc'>Lear</span> of Shakespear cannot be acted. The contemptible machinery -with which they mimic the storm which he goes out in, is not more -inadequate to represent the horrors of the real elements than any actor can -<span class='pageno' id='Page_271'>271</span>be to represent Lear. The greatness of Lear is not in corporal dimension, -but in intellectual; the explosions of his passions are terrible as a volcano: -they are storms turning up and disclosing to the bottom that rich sea, his -mind, with all its vast riches. It is his mind which is laid bare. This -case of flesh and blood seems too insignificant to be thought on; even as -he himself neglects it. On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities -and weakness, the impotence of rage—while we read it, we see not Lear, -but we are Lear;—we are in his mind; we are sustained by a grandeur, -which baffles the malice of daughters and storms; in the aberrations of -his reason, we discover a mighty irregular power of reasoning, immethodised -from the ordinary purposes of life, but exerting its powers, as the wind -blows where it listeth, at will on the corruptions and abuses of mankind. -What have looks or tones to do with that sublime identification of his age -with that of <em>the heavens themselves</em>, when in his reproaches to them for -conniving at the injustice of his children, he reminds them that “they -themselves are old!” What gesture shall we appropriate to this? What -has the voice or the eye to do with such things? But the play is beyond -all art, as the tamperings with it shew: it is too hard and stony: it must -have love-scenes, and a happy ending. It is not enough that Cordelia -is a daughter, she must shine as a lover too. Tate has put his hook in the -nostrils of this Leviathan, for Garrick and his followers, the shew-men of -the scene, to draw it about more easily. A happy ending!—as if the -living martyrdom that Lear had gone through,—the flaying of his feelings -alive, did not make a fair dismissal from the stage of life the only decorous -thing for him. If he is to live and be happy after, if he could sustain this -world’s burden after, why all this pudder and preparation—why torment -us with all this unnecessary sympathy? As if the childish pleasure of -getting his gilt robes and sceptre again could tempt him to act over again -his misused station,—as if at his years and with his experience, any thing -was left but to die.’<a id='r68' /><a href='#f68' class='c012'><sup>[68]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>Four things have struck us in reading <span class='sc'>Lear</span>:</p> - -<p class='c000'>1. That poetry is an interesting study, for this reason, that it -relates to whatever is most interesting in human life. Whoever -therefore has a contempt for poetry, has a contempt for himself and -humanity.</p> - -<p class='c000'>2. That the language of poetry is superior to the language of -painting; because the strongest of our recollections relate to feelings, -not to faces.</p> - -<p class='c000'>3. That the greatest strength of genius is shewn in describing the -strongest passions: for the power of the imagination, in works of -invention, must be in proportion to the force of the natural impressions, -which are the subject of them.</p> - -<p class='c000'>4. That the circumstance which balances the pleasure against the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_272'>272</span>pain in tragedy is, that in proportion to the greatness of the evil, is -our sense and desire of the opposite good excited; and that our -sympathy with actual suffering is lost in the strong impulse given to -our natural affections, and carried away with the swelling tide of -passion, that gushes from and relieves the heart.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>RICHARD II.</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Richard II.</span> is a play little known compared with <cite>Richard III.</cite> -which last is a play that every unfledged candidate for theatrical fame -chuses to strut and fret his hour upon the stage in; yet we confess -that we prefer the nature and feeling of the one to the noise and -bustle of the other; at least, as we are so often forced to see it acted. -In <span class='sc'>Richard II.</span> the weakness of the king leaves us leisure to take a -greater interest in the misfortunes of the man. After the first act, -in which the arbitrariness of his behaviour only proves his want of -resolution, we see him staggering under the unlooked-for blows of -fortune, bewailing his loss of kingly power, not preventing it, sinking -under the aspiring genius of Bolingbroke, his authority trampled on, -his hopes failing him, and his pride crushed and broken down under -insults and injuries, which his own misconduct had provoked, but -which he has not courage or manliness to resent. The change of -tone and behaviour in the two competitors for the throne according -to their change of fortune, from the capricious sentence of banishment -passed by Richard upon Bolingbroke, the suppliant offers and modest -pretensions of the latter on his return to the high and haughty tone -with which he accepts Richard’s resignation of the crown after the -loss of all his power, the use which he makes of the deposed king -to grace his triumphal progress through the streets of London, and -the final intimation of his wish for his death, which immediately finds -a servile executioner, is marked throughout with complete effect and -without the slightest appearance of effort. The steps by which -Bolingbroke mounts the throne are those by which Richard sinks -into the grave. We feel neither respect nor love for the deposed -monarch; for he is as wanting in energy as in principle: but we pity -him, for he pities himself. His heart is by no means hardened -against himself, but bleeds afresh at every new stroke of mischance, -and his sensibility, absorbed in his own person, and unused to misfortune, -is not only tenderly alive to its own sufferings, but without -the fortitude to bear them. He is, however, human in his distresses; -for to feel pain, and sorrow, weakness, disappointment, remorse and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_273'>273</span>anguish, is the lot of humanity, and we sympathize with him accordingly. -The sufferings of the man make us forget that he ever was -a king.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The right assumed by sovereign power to trifle at its will with the -happiness of others as a matter of course, or to remit its exercise as -a matter of favour, is strikingly shewn in the sentence of banishment -so unjustly pronounced on Bolingbroke and Mowbray, and in what -Bolingbroke says when four years of his banishment are taken off, -with as little reason.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘How long a time lies in one little word!</div> - <div class='line'>Four lagging winters and four wanton springs</div> - <div class='line'>End in a word: such is the breath of kings.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>A more affecting image of the loneliness of a state of exile can -hardly be given than by what Bolingbroke afterwards observes of his -having ‘sighed his English breath in foreign clouds’; or than that -conveyed in Mowbray’s complaint at being banished for life.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘The language I have learned these forty years,</div> - <div class='line'>My native English, now I must forego;</div> - <div class='line'>And now my tongue’s use is to me no more</div> - <div class='line'>Than an unstringed viol or a harp,</div> - <div class='line'>Or like a cunning instrument cas’d up,</div> - <div class='line'>Or being open, put into his hands</div> - <div class='line'>That knows no touch to tune the harmony.</div> - <div class='line'>I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,</div> - <div class='line'>Too far in years to be a pupil now.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>How very beautiful is all this, and at the same time how very -<em>English</em> too!</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>Richard II.</span> may be considered as the first of that series of English -historical plays, in which ‘is hung armour of the invincible knights -of old,’ in which their hearts seem to strike against their coats -of mail, where their blood tingles for the fight, and words are but -the harbingers of blows. Of this state of accomplished barbarism -the appeal of Bolingbroke and Mowbray is an admirable specimen. -Another of these ‘keen encounters of their wits,’ which serve to -whet the talkers’ swords, is where Aumerle answers in the presence -of Bolingbroke to the charge which Bagot brings against him of being -an accessory in Gloster’s death.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Fitzwater.</em> If that thy valour stand on sympathies,</div> - <div class='line'>There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine;</div> - <div class='line'>By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand’st,</div> - <div class='line'>I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_274'>274</span>That thou wert cause of noble Gloster’s death.</div> - <div class='line'>If thou deny’st it twenty times thou liest,</div> - <div class='line'>And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart</div> - <div class='line'>Where it was forged, with my rapier’s point.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Aumerle.</em> Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see the day.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fitzwater.</em> Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Aumerle.</em> Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for this.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Percy.</em> Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true,</div> - <div class='line'>In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;</div> - <div class='line'>And that thou art so, there I throw my gage</div> - <div class='line'>To prove it on thee, to the extremest point</div> - <div class='line'>Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar’st.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Aumerle.</em> And if I do not, may my hands rot off,</div> - <div class='line'>And never brandish more revengeful steel</div> - <div class='line'>Over the glittering helmet of my foe.</div> - <div class='line'>Who sets me else? By heav’n, I’ll throw at all.</div> - <div class='line'>I have a thousand spirits in my breast,</div> - <div class='line'>To answer twenty thousand such as you.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Surry.</em> My lord Fitzwater, I remember well</div> - <div class='line'>The very time Aumerle and you did talk.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fitzwater.</em> My lord, ’tis true: you were in presence then:</div> - <div class='line'>And you can witness with me, this is true.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Surry.</em> As false, by heav’n, as heav’n itself is true.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fitzwater.</em> Surry, thou liest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Surry.</em> Dishonourable boy,</div> - <div class='line'>That lie shall lye so heavy on my sword,</div> - <div class='line'>That it shall render vengeance and revenge,</div> - <div class='line'>Till thou the lie-giver and that lie rest</div> - <div class='line'>In earth as quiet as thy father’s skull.</div> - <div class='line'>In proof whereof, there is mine honour’s pawn:</div> - <div class='line'>Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Fitzwater.</em> How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse:</div> - <div class='line'>If I dare eat or drink, or breathe or live,</div> - <div class='line'>I dare meet Surry in a wilderness,</div> - <div class='line'>And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,</div> - <div class='line'>And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,</div> - <div class='line'>To tie thee to thy strong correction.</div> - <div class='line'>As I do hope to thrive in this new world,</div> - <div class='line'>Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The truth is, that there is neither truth nor honour in all these -noble persons: they answer words with words, as they do blows -with blows, in mere self defence: nor have they any principle -whatever but that of courage in maintaining any wrong they dare -commit, or any falsehood which they find it useful to assert. How -different were these noble knights and ‘barons bold’ from their more -refined descendants in the present day, who, instead of deciding -questions of right by brute force, refer everything to convenience, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_275'>275</span>fashion, and good breeding! In point of any abstract love of truth -or justice, they are just the same now that they were then.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The characters of old John of Gaunt and of his brother York, -uncles to the King, the one stern and foreboding, the other honest, -good-natured, doing all for the best, and therefore doing nothing, -are well kept up. The speech of the former, in praise of England, -is one of the most eloquent that ever was penned. We should -perhaps hardly be disposed to feed the pampered egotism of our -countrymen by quoting this description, were it not that the conclusion -of it (which looks prophetic) may qualify any improper -degree of exultation.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,</div> - <div class='line'>This earth of Majesty, this seat of Mars,</div> - <div class='line'>This other Eden, demi-Paradise,</div> - <div class='line'>This fortress built by nature for herself</div> - <div class='line'>Against infection and the hand of war;</div> - <div class='line'>This happy breed of men, this little world,</div> - <div class='line'>This precious stone set in the silver sea,</div> - <div class='line'>Which serves it in the office of a wall,</div> - <div class='line'>Or as a moat defensive to a house</div> - <div class='line'>Against the envy of less happy lands:</div> - <div class='line'>This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,</div> - <div class='line'>This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,</div> - <div class='line'>Fear’d for their breed and famous for their birth,</div> - <div class='line'>Renowned for their deeds as far from home,</div> - <div class='line'>(For Christian service and true chivalry)</div> - <div class='line'>As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry</div> - <div class='line'>Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s son;</div> - <div class='line'>This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,</div> - <div class='line'>Dear for her reputation through the world,</div> - <div class='line'>Is now leas’d out (I die pronouncing it)</div> - <div class='line'>Like to a tenement or pelting farm.</div> - <div class='line'>England bound in with the triumphant sea,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose rocky shore beats back the envious surge</div> - <div class='line'>Of wat’ry Neptune, is bound in with shame,</div> - <div class='line'>With inky-blots and rotten parchment bonds.</div> - <div class='line'>That England that was wont to conquer others,</div> - <div class='line'>Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Bolingbroke, afterwards Henry <span class='fss'>IV.</span> is drawn -with a masterly hand:—patient for occasion, and then steadily availing -himself of it, seeing his advantage afar off, but only seizing on it -when he has it within his reach, humble, crafty, bold, and aspiring, -encroaching by regular but slow degrees, building power on opinion, -and cementing opinion by power. His disposition is first unfolded -<span class='pageno' id='Page_276'>276</span>by Richard himself, who however is too self-willed and secure to -make a proper use of his knowledge.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green,</div> - <div class='line'>Observed his courtship of the common people:</div> - <div class='line'>How he did seem to dive into their hearts,</div> - <div class='line'>With humble and familiar courtesy,</div> - <div class='line'>What reverence he did throw away on slaves;</div> - <div class='line'>Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles,</div> - <div class='line'>And patient under-bearing of his fortune,</div> - <div class='line'>As ‘twere to banish their affections with him.</div> - <div class='line'>Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;</div> - <div class='line'>A brace of draymen bid God speed him well,</div> - <div class='line'>And had the tribute of his supple knee,</div> - <div class='line'>With thanks my countrymen, my loving friends;</div> - <div class='line'>As were our England in reversion his,</div> - <div class='line'>And he our subjects’ next degree in hope.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Afterwards, he gives his own character to Percy, in these words:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I thank thee, gentle Percy, and be sure</div> - <div class='line'>I count myself in nothing else so happy,</div> - <div class='line'>As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends;</div> - <div class='line'>And as my fortune ripens with thy love,</div> - <div class='line'>It shall be still thy true love’s recompense.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We know how he afterwards kept his promise. His bold assertion -of his own rights, his pretended submission to the king, and the -ascendancy which he tacitly assumes over him without openly claiming -it, as soon as he has him in his power, are characteristic traits -of this ambitious and politic usurper. But the part of Richard -himself gives the chief interest to the play. His folly, his vices, his -misfortunes, his reluctance to part with the crown, his fear to keep -it, his weak and womanish regrets, his starting tears, his fits of hectic -passion, his smothered majesty, pass in succession before us, and make -a picture as natural as it is affecting. Among the most striking -touches of pathos are his wish ‘O that I were a mockery king of -snow to melt away before the sun of Bolingbroke,’ and the incident -of the poor groom who comes to visit him in prison, and tells him -how ‘it yearned his heart that Bolingbroke upon his coronation-day -rode on Roan Barbary.’ We shall have occasion to return hereafter -to the character of Richard <span class='fss'>II.</span> in speaking of Henry <span class='fss'>VI.</span> There is -only one passage more, the description of his entrance into London -with Bolingbroke, which we should like to quote here, if it had not -been so used and worn out, so thumbed and got by rote, so praised -and painted; but its beauty surmounts all these considerations.</p> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_277'>277</span>‘<em>Duchess.</em> My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,</div> - <div class='line'>When weeping made you break the story off</div> - <div class='line'>Of our two cousins coming into London.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>York.</em> Where did I leave?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Duchess.</em> At that sad stop, my lord,</div> - <div class='line'>Where rude misgovern’d hands, from window tops,</div> - <div class='line'>Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard’s head.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>York.</em> Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,</div> - <div class='line'>Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,</div> - <div class='line'>Which his aspiring rider seem’d to know,</div> - <div class='line'>With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course,</div> - <div class='line'>While all tongues cried—God save thee, Bolingbroke!</div> - <div class='line'>You would have thought the very windows spake,</div> - <div class='line'>So many greedy looks of young and old</div> - <div class='line'>Through casements darted their desiring eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Upon his visage; and that all the walls,</div> - <div class='line'>With painted imag’ry, had said at once—</div> - <div class='line'>Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!</div> - <div class='line'>Whilst he, from one side to the other turning,</div> - <div class='line'>Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed’s neck,</div> - <div class='line'>Bespake them thus—I thank you, countrymen:</div> - <div class='line'>And thus still doing thus he pass’d along.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Duchess.</em> Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>York.</em> As in a theatre, the eyes of men,</div> - <div class='line'>After a well-grac’d actor leaves the stage,</div> - <div class='line'>Are idly bent on him that enters next,</div> - <div class='line'>Thinking his prattle to be tedious:</div> - <div class='line'>Even so, or with much more contempt, men’s eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Did scowl on Richard; no man cried God save him!</div> - <div class='line'>No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:</div> - <div class='line'>But dust was thrown upon his sacred head!</div> - <div class='line'>Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off—</div> - <div class='line'>His face still combating with tears and smiles,</div> - <div class='line'>The badges of his grief and patience—</div> - <div class='line'>That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel’d</div> - <div class='line'>The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,</div> - <div class='line'>And barbarism itself have pitied him.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>HENRY IV<br /> <span class='c020'>IN TWO PARTS</span></h3> - -<p class='c011'>If Shakespear’s fondness for the ludicrous sometimes led to faults in -his tragedies (which was not often the case) he has made us amends -by the character of Falstaff. This is perhaps the most substantial -comic character that ever was invented. Sir John carries a most -portly presence in the mind’s eye; and in him, not to speak it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_278'>278</span>profanely, ‘we behold the fulness of the spirit of wit and humour -bodily.’ We are as well acquainted with his person as his mind, -and his jokes come upon us with double force and relish from the -quantity of flesh through which they make their way, as he shakes -his fat sides with laughter, or ‘lards the lean earth as he walks along.’ -Other comic characters seem, if we approach and handle them, to -resolve themselves into air, ‘into thin air’; but this is embodied and -palpable to the grossest apprehension: it lies ‘three fingers deep upon -the ribs,’ it plays about the lungs and the diaphragm with all the force -of animal enjoyment. His body is like a good estate to his mind, -from which he receives rents and revenues of profit and pleasure in -kind, according to its extent, and the richness of the soil. Wit is -often a meagre substitute for pleasurable sensation; an effusion of -spleen and petty spite at the comforts of others, from feeling none in -itself. Falstaff’s wit is an emanation of a fine constitution; an -exuberance of good-humour and good-nature; an overflowing of his -love of laughter and good-fellowship; a giving vent to his heart’s -ease, and over-contentment with himself and others. He would not -be in character, if he were not so fat as he is; for there is the -greatest keeping in the boundless luxury of his imagination and the -pampered self-indulgence of his physical appetites. He manures and -nourishes his mind with jests, as he does his body with sack and -sugar. He carves out his jokes, as he would a capon or a haunch -of venison, where there is <em>cut and come again</em>; and pours out upon -them the oil of gladness. His tongue drops fatness, and in the -chambers of his brain ‘it snows of meat and drink.’ He keeps -up perpetual holiday and open house, and we live with him in a -round of invitations to a rump and dozen.—Yet we are not to suppose -that he was a mere sensualist. All this is as much in imagination -as in reality. His sensuality does not engross and stupify his other -faculties, but ‘ascends me into the brain, clears away all the dull, -crude vapours that environ it, and makes it full of nimble, fiery, and -delectable shapes.’ His imagination keeps up the ball after his senses -have done with it. He seems to have even a greater enjoyment of -the freedom from restraint, of good cheer, of his ease, of his vanity, -in the ideal exaggerated description which he gives of them, than -in fact. He never fails to enrich his discourse with allusions to -eating and drinking, but we never see him at table. He carries his -own larder about with him, and he is himself ‘a tun of man.’ His -pulling out the bottle in the field of battle is a joke to shew his -contempt for glory accompanied with danger, his systematic adherence -to his Epicurean philosophy in the most trying circumstances. -Again, such is his deliberate exaggeration of his own vices, that it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_279'>279</span>does not seem quite certain whether the account of his hostess’s bill, -found in his pocket, with such an out-of-the-way charge for capons -and sack with only one halfpenny-worth of bread, was not put there -by himself as a trick to humour the jest upon his favourite propensities, -and as a conscious caricature of himself. He is represented -as a liar, a braggart, a coward, a glutton, etc. and yet we are not -offended but delighted with him; for he is all these as much to -amuse others as to gratify himself. He openly assumes all these -characters to shew the humourous part of them. The unrestrained -indulgence of his own ease, appetites, and convenience, has neither -malice nor hypocrisy in it. In a word, he is an actor in himself -almost as much as upon the stage, and we no more object to the -character of Falstaff in a moral point of view than we should think -of bringing an excellent comedian, who should represent him to the -life, before one of the police offices. We only consider the number -of pleasant lights in which he puts certain foibles (the more pleasant -as they are opposed to the received rules and necessary restraints of -society) and do not trouble ourselves about the consequences resulting -from them, for no mischievous consequences do result. Sir John is -old as well as fat, which gives a melancholy retrospective tinge to -the character; and by the disparity between his inclinations and his -capacity for enjoyment, makes it still more ludicrous and fantastical.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The secret of Falstaff’s wit is for the most part a masterly presence -of mind, an absolute self-possession, which nothing can disturb. His -repartees are involuntary suggestions of his self-love; instinctive -evasions of every thing that threatens to interrupt the career of his -triumphant jollity and self-complacency. His very size floats him -out of all his difficulties in a sea of rich conceits; and he turns round -on the pivot of his convenience, with every occasion and at a moment’s -warning. His natural repugnance to every unpleasant thought or -circumstance, of itself makes light of objections, and provokes the -most extravagant and licentious answers in his own justification. -His indifference to truth puts no check upon his invention, and the -more improbable and unexpected his contrivances are, the more -happily does he seem to be delivered of them, the anticipation of -their effect acting as a stimulus to the gaiety of his fancy. The -success of one adventurous sally gives him spirits to undertake another: -he deals always in round numbers, and his exaggerations and excuses -are ‘open, palpable, monstrous as the father that begets them.’ His -dissolute carelessness of what he says discovers itself in the first -dialogue with the Prince.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Falstaff.</em> By the lord, thou say’st true, lad; and is not mine hostess -of the tavern a most sweet wench?</p> - -<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_280'>280</span><em>P. Henry.</em> As the honey of Hibla, my old lad of the castle; and is not -a buff-jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> How now, how now, mad wag, what in thy quips and thy -quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a buff-jerkin?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Why, what a pox have I to do with mine hostess of the -tavern?’</p> - -<p class='c000'>In the same scene he afterwards affects melancholy, from pure -satisfaction of heart, and professes reform, because it is the farthest -thing in the world from his thoughts. He has no qualms of conscience, -and therefore would as soon talk of them as of anything else when the -humour takes him.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Falstaff.</em> But Hal, I pr’ythee trouble me no more with vanity. I would -to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be -bought: an old lord of council rated me the other day in the street about -you, sir; but I mark’d him not, and yet he talked very wisely, and in the -street too.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Thou didst well, for wisdom cries out in the street, and no -man regards it.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt -a saint. Thou hast done much harm unto me, Hal; God forgive thee for -it. Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing, and now I am, if a man -should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over -this life, and I will give it over, by the lord; an I do not, I am a villain. -I’ll be damn’d for never a king’s son in Christendom.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> Where thou wilt, lad, I’ll make one; an I do not, call me -villain, and baffle me.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> I see good amendment of life in thee, from praying to purse-taking.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> Why, Hal, ’tis my vocation, Hal. ’Tis no sin for a man to -labour in his vocation.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Of the other prominent passages, his account of his pretended -resistance to the robbers, ‘who grew from four men in buckram into -eleven’ as the imagination of his own valour increased with his relating -it, his getting off when the truth is discovered by pretending he knew -the Prince, the scene in which in the person of the old king he -lectures the prince and gives himself a good character, the soliloquy -on honour, and description of his new-raised recruits, his meeting with -the chief justice, his abuse of the Prince and Poins, who overhear him, -to Doll Tearsheet, his reconciliation with Mrs. Quickly who has -arrested him for an old debt, and whom he persuades to pawn her -plate to lend him ten pounds more, and the scenes with Shallow and -Silence, are all inimitable. Of all of them, the scene in which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_281'>281</span>Falstaff plays the part, first, of the King, and then of Prince Henry, -is the one that has been the most often quoted. We must quote it -once more in illustration of our remarks.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Falstaff.</em> Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also -how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden -on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. -That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother’s word, partly my own -opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging -of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here -lies the point;——Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall -the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? A question -not to be ask’d. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? -a question not to be ask’d. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often -heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this -pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou -keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not -in pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also:—and yet -there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I -know not his name.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> What manner of man, an it like your majesty?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> A goodly portly man, i’faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful -look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age -some fifty, or, by’r-lady, inclining to threescore; and now I do remember -me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth -me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the fruit may be known -by the tree, as the tree by the fruit, then peremptorily I speak it, there is -virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now, -thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and -I’ll play my father.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both -in word and matter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker, or a -poulterer’s hare.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Well, here I am set.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> And here I stand:—judge, my masters.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Now, Harry, whence come you?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> My noble lord, from Eastcheap.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> S’blood, my lord, they are false:—nay, I ‘ll tickle ye for a young -prince, i’faith.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne’er look on me. -Thou art violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, -in the likeness of a fat old man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why -dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, -that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuft -cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manning-tree ox with the pudding in his -belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity -in years? wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat -<span class='pageno' id='Page_282'>282</span>and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? -wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things? wherein -worthy, but in nothing?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> I would, your grace would take me with you; whom means -your grace?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> That villainous, abominable mis-leader of youth, Falstaff, that -old white-bearded Satan.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> My lord, the man I know.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> I know thou dost.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> But to say, I know more harm in him than in myself, were to -say more than I know. That he is old (the more the pity) his white hairs -do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a whore-master, that I -utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! if to be -old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if -to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh’s lean kine are to be loved. No, my -good lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack -Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and -therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy -Harry’s company; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>P. Henry.</em> I do, I will.</p> - -<div class='c021'>[<em>Knocking; and Hostess and Bardolph go out.</em></div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div><em>Re-enter</em> <span class='sc'>Bardolph</span>, <em>running</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c016'><em>Bardolph.</em> O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, -is at the door.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to say in the -behalf of that Falstaff.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most characteristic descriptions of Sir John is that -which Mrs. Quickly gives of him when he asks her ‘What is the -gross sum that I owe thee?’</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Hostess.</em> Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money too. -Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, -at the round table, by a sea-coal fire on Wednesday in Whitsun-week, -when the prince broke thy head for likening his father to a singing -man of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, -to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did -not goodwife Keech, the butcher’s wife, come in then, and call me gossip -Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a -good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I -told thee, they were ill for a green wound? And didst thou not, when she -was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor -people; saying, that ere long they should call me madam? And didst thou -not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy -book-oath; deny it, if thou canst.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>This scene is to us the most convincing proof of Falstaff’s power of -gaining over the good will of those he was familiar with, except indeed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_283'>283</span>Bardolph’s somewhat profane exclamation on hearing the account of -his death, ‘Would I were with him, wheresoe’er he is, whether in -heaven or hell.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the topics of exulting superiority over others most common -in Sir John’s mouth is his corpulence and the exterior marks of good -living which he carries about him, thus ‘turning his vices into commodity.’ -He accounts for the friendship between the Prince and -Poins, from ‘their legs being both of a bigness’; and compares -Justice Shallow to ‘a man made after supper of a cheese-paring.’ -There cannot be a more striking gradation of character than that -between Falstaff and Shallow, and Shallow and Silence. It seems -difficult at first to fall lower than the squire; but this fool, great as he -is, finds an admirer and humble foil in his cousin Silence. Vain of his -acquaintance with Sir John, who makes a butt of him, he exclaims, -‘Would, cousin Silence, that thou had’st seen that which this knight -and I have seen!’—‘Aye, Master Shallow, we have heard the -chimes at midnight,’ says Sir John. To Falstaff’s observation ‘I -did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle,’ Silence -answers, ‘Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.’ -What an idea is here conveyed of a prodigality of living? What -good husbandry and economical self-denial in his pleasures? What a -stock of lively recollections? It is curious that Shakespear has -ridiculed in Justice Shallow, who was ‘in some authority under the -king,’ that disposition to unmeaning tautology which is the regal -infirmity of later times, and which, it may be supposed, he acquired -from talking to his cousin Silence, and receiving no answers.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Falstaff.</em> You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Shallow.</em> Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: -marry, good air. Spread Davy, spread Davy. Well said, Davy.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Falstaff.</em> This Davy serves you for good uses.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Shallow.</em> A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet. By the mass, -I have drank too much sack at supper. A good varlet. Now sit down, -now sit down. Come, cousin.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The true spirit of humanity, the thorough knowledge of the stuff -we are made of, the practical wisdom with the seeming fooleries in -the whole of the garden-scene at Shallow’s country-seat, and just -before in the exquisite dialogue between him and Silence on the death -of old Double, have no parallel any where else. In one point of view, -they are laughable in the extreme; in another they are equally affecting, -if it is affecting to shew <em>what a little thing is human life</em>, what a -poor forked creature man is!</p> - -<p class='c000'>The heroic and serious part of these two plays founded on the story -<span class='pageno' id='Page_284'>284</span>of Henry <span class='fss'>IV.</span> is not inferior to the comic and farcical. The characters -of Hotspur and Prince Henry are two of the most beautiful and -dramatic, both in themselves and from contrast, that ever were drawn. -They are the essence of chivalry. We like Hotspur the best upon -the whole, perhaps because he was unfortunate.—The characters of -their fathers, Henry <span class='fss'>IV.</span> and old Northumberland, are kept up equally -well. Henry naturally succeeds by his prudence and caution in -keeping what he has got; Northumberland fails in his enterprise from -an excess of the same quality, and is caught in the web of his own -cold, dilatory policy. Owen Glendower is a masterly character. It -as bold and original as it is intelligible and thoroughly natural. The -disputes between him and Hotspur are managed with infinite address -and insight into nature. We cannot help pointing out here some very -beautiful lines, where Hotspur describes the fight between Glendower -and Mortimer.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>——‘When on the gentle Severn’s sedgy bank,</div> - <div class='line'>In single opposition hand to hand,</div> - <div class='line'>He did confound the best part of an hour</div> - <div class='line'>In changing hardiment with great Glendower:</div> - <div class='line'>Three times they breath’d, and three times did they drink,</div> - <div class='line'>Upon agreement, of swift Severn’s flood;</div> - <div class='line'>Who then affrighted with their bloody looks,</div> - <div class='line'>Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,</div> - <div class='line'>And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,</div> - <div class='line'>Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The peculiarity and the excellence of Shakespear’s poetry is, that -it seems as if he made his imagination the hand-maid of nature, and -nature the plaything of his imagination. He appears to have been all -the characters, and in all the situations he describes. It is as if either -he had had all their feelings, or had lent them all his genius to express -themselves. There cannot be stronger instances of this than Hotspur’s -rage when Henry <span class='fss'>IV.</span> forbids him to speak of Mortimer, his insensibility -to all that his father and uncle urge to calm him, and his fine abstracted -apostrophe to honour, ‘By heaven methinks it were an easy leap to -pluck bright honour from the moon,’ etc. After all, notwithstanding -the gallantry, generosity, good temper, and idle freaks of the mad-cap -Prince of Wales, we should not have been sorry, if Northumberland’s -force had come up in time to decide the fate of the battle at Shrewsbury; -at least, we always heartily sympathise with Lady Percy’s grief, -when she exclaims,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,</div> - <div class='line'>To-day might I (hanging on Hotspur’s neck)</div> - <div class='line'>Have talked of Monmouth’s grave.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_285'>285</span>The truth is, that we never could forgive the Prince’s treatment of -Falstaff; though perhaps Shakespear knew what was best, according -to the history, the nature of the times, and of the man. We speak -only as dramatic critics. Whatever terror the French in those days -might have of Henry <span class='fss'>V.</span> yet, to the readers of poetry at present, -Falstaff is the better man of the two. We think of him and quote -him oftener.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>HENRY V.</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Henry V.</span> is a very favourite monarch with the English nation, and he -appears to have been also a favourite with Shakespear, who labours -hard to apologise for the actions of the king, by shewing us the -character of the man, as ‘the king of good fellows.’ He scarcely -deserves this honour. He was fond of war and low company:—we -know little else of him. He was careless, dissolute, and ambitious;—idle, -or doing mischief. In private, he seemed to have no idea of the -common decencies of life, which he subjected to a kind of regal -licence; in public affairs, he seemed to have no idea of any rule of -right or wrong, but brute force, glossed over with a little religious -hypocrisy and archiepiscopal advice. His principles did not change -with his situation and professions. His adventure on Gadshill was a -prelude to the affair of Agincourt, only a bloodless one; Falstaff was -a puny prompter of violence and outrage, compared with the pious and -politic Archbishop of Canterbury, who gave the king <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">carte blanche</span></i>, in -a genealogical tree of his family, to rob and murder in circles of latitude -and longitude abroad—to save the possessions of the church at home. -This appears in the speeches in Shakespear, where the hidden motives -that actuate princes and their advisers in war and policy are better laid -open than in speeches from the throne or woolsack. Henry, because -he did not know how to govern his own kingdom, determined to make -war upon his neighbours. Because his own title to the crown was -doubtful, he laid claim to that of France. Because he did not know -how to exercise the enormous power, which had just dropped into his -hands, to any one good purpose, he immediately undertook (a cheap -and obvious resource of sovereignty) to do all the mischief he could. -Even if absolute monarchs had the wit to find out objects of laudable -ambition, they could only ‘plume up their wills’ in adhering to the -more sacred formula of the royal prerogative, ‘the right divine of -kings to govern wrong,’ because will is only then triumphant when it -is opposed to the will of others, because the pride of power is only -<span class='pageno' id='Page_286'>286</span>then shewn, not when it consults the rights and interests of others, but -when it insults and tramples on all justice and all humanity. Henry -declares his resolution ‘when France is his, to bend it to his awe, or -break it all to pieces’—a resolution worthy of a conqueror, to destroy -all that he cannot enslave; and what adds to the joke, he lays all the -blame of the consequences of his ambition on those who will not -submit tamely to his tyranny. Such is the history of kingly power, -from the beginning to the end of the world;—with this difference, -that the object of war formerly, when the people adhered to their -allegiance, was to depose kings; the object latterly, since the people -swerved from their allegiance, has been to restore kings, and to make -common cause against mankind. The object of our late invasion -and conquest of France was to restore the legitimate monarch, the -descendant of Hugh Capet, to the throne: Henry <span class='fss'>V.</span> in his time -made war on and deposed the descendant of this very Hugh Capet, -on the plea that he was a usurper and illegitimate. What would the -great modern catspaw of legitimacy and restorer of divine right have -said to the claim of Henry and the title of the descendants of Hugh -Capet? Henry <span class='fss'>V.</span> it is true, was a hero, a King of England, and the -conqueror of the king of France. Yet we feel little love or admiration -for him. He was a hero, that is, he was ready to sacrifice his own -life for the pleasure of destroying thousands of other lives: he was a -king of England, but not a constitutional one, and we only like kings -according to the law; lastly, he was a conqueror of the French king, -and for this we dislike him less than if he had conquered the French -people. How then do we like him? We like him in the play. -There he is a very amiable monster, a very splendid pageant. As we -like to gaze at a panther or a young lion in their cages in the Tower, -and catch a pleasing horror from their glistening eyes, their velvet -paws, and dreadless roar, so we take a very romantic, heroic, patriotic, -and poetical delight in the boasts and feats of our younger Harry, as -they appear on the stage and are confined to lines of ten syllables; -where no blood follows the stroke that wounds our ears, where no -harvest bends beneath horses’ hoofs, no city flames, no little child is -butchered, no dead men’s bodies are found piled on heaps and festering -the next morning—in the orchestra!</p> - -<p class='c000'>So much for the politics of this play; now for the poetry. Perhaps -one of the most striking images in all Shakespear is that given of war -in the first lines of the Prologue.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O for a muse of fire, that would ascend</div> - <div class='line'>The brightest heaven of invention,</div> - <div class='line'>A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,</div> - <div class='line'>And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_287'>287</span>Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,</div> - <div class='line'>Assume the port of Mars, and <em>at his heels</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Crouch for employment</em>.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Rubens, if he had painted it, would not have improved upon this -simile.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The conversation between the Archbishop of Canterbury and the -Bishop of Ely, relating to the sudden change in the manners of -Henry <span class='fss'>V.</span> is among the well-known <em>Beauties</em> of Shakespear. It is -indeed admirable both for strength and grace. It has sometimes -occurred to us that Shakespear, in describing ‘the reformation’ of the -Prince, might have had an eye to himself—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,</div> - <div class='line'>Since his addiction was to courses vain,</div> - <div class='line'>His companies unletter’d, rude and shallow,</div> - <div class='line'>His hours fill’d up with riots, banquets, sports;</div> - <div class='line'>And never noted in him any study,</div> - <div class='line'>Any retirement, any sequestration</div> - <div class='line'>From open haunts and popularity.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Ely.</em> The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,</div> - <div class='line'>And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best</div> - <div class='line'>Neighbour’d by fruit of baser quality:</div> - <div class='line'>And so the prince obscur’d his contemplation</div> - <div class='line'>Under the veil of wildness, which no doubt</div> - <div class='line'>Grew like the summer-grass, fastest by night,</div> - <div class='line'>Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This at least is as probable an account of the progress of the poet’s -mind as we have met with in any of the Essays on the Learning of -Shakespear.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Nothing can be better managed than the caution which the king -gives the meddling Archbishop, not to advise him rashly to engage in -the war with France, his scrupulous dread of the consequences of that -advice, and his eager desire to hear and follow it.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,</div> - <div class='line'>That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,</div> - <div class='line'>Or nicely charge your understanding soul</div> - <div class='line'>With opening titles miscreate, whose right</div> - <div class='line'>Suits not in native colours with the truth.</div> - <div class='line'>For God doth know how many now in health</div> - <div class='line'>Shall drop their blood, in approbation</div> - <div class='line'>Of what your reverence shall incite us to.</div> - <div class='line'>Therefore take heed how you impawn your person,</div> - <div class='line'>How you awake our sleeping sword of war;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_288'>288</span>We charge you in the name of God, take heed.</div> - <div class='line'>For never two such kingdoms did contend</div> - <div class='line'>Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops</div> - <div class='line'>Are every one a woe, a sore complaint</div> - <div class='line'>‘Gainst him, whose wrong gives edge unto the swords</div> - <div class='line'>That make such waste in brief mortality.</div> - <div class='line'>Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;</div> - <div class='line'>For we will hear, note, and believe in heart,</div> - <div class='line'>That what you speak, is in your conscience wash’d,</div> - <div class='line'>As pure as sin with baptism.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Another characteristic instance of the blindness of human nature to -every thing but its own interests, is the complaint made by the king of -‘the ill neighbourhood’ of the Scot in attacking England when she -was attacking France.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘For once the eagle England being in prey,</div> - <div class='line'>To her unguarded nest the weazel Scot</div> - <div class='line'>Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It is worth observing that in all these plays, which give an admirable -picture of the spirit of the <em>good old times</em>, the moral inference -does not at all depend upon the nature of the actions, but on the -dignity or meanness of the persons committing them. ‘The eagle -England’ has a right ‘to be in prey,’ but ‘the weazel Scot’ has -none ‘to come sneaking to her nest,’ which she has left to pounce -upon others. Might was right, without equivocation or disguise, in -that heroic and chivalrous age. The substitution of right for might, -even in theory, is among the refinements and abuses of modern -philosophy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>A more beautiful rhetorical delineation of the effects of subordination -in a commonwealth can hardly be conceived than the -following:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘For government, though high and low and lower,</div> - <div class='line'>Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,</div> - <div class='line'>Congruing in a full and natural close,</div> - <div class='line'>Like music.</div> - <div class='line'>——Therefore heaven doth divide</div> - <div class='line'>The state of man in divers functions,</div> - <div class='line'>Setting endeavour in continual motion;</div> - <div class='line'>To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,</div> - <div class='line'>Obedience: for so work the honey-bees;</div> - <div class='line'>Creatures that by a rule in nature, teach</div> - <div class='line'>The art of order to a peopled kingdom.</div> - <div class='line'>They have a king, and officers of sorts:</div> - <div class='line'>Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;</div> - <div class='line'>Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_289'>289</span>Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,</div> - <div class='line'>Make boot upon the summer’s velvet buds;</div> - <div class='line'>Which pillage they with merry march bring home</div> - <div class='line'>To the tent-royal of their emperor;</div> - <div class='line'>Who, busied in his majesty, surveys</div> - <div class='line'>The singing mason building roofs of gold;</div> - <div class='line'>The civil citizens kneading up the honey;</div> - <div class='line'>The poor mechanic porters crowding in</div> - <div class='line'>Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate;</div> - <div class='line'>The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,</div> - <div class='line'>Delivering o’er to executors pale</div> - <div class='line'>The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,—</div> - <div class='line'>That many things, having full reference</div> - <div class='line'>To one consent, may work contrariously:</div> - <div class='line'>As many arrows, loosed several ways,</div> - <div class='line'>Come to one mark;</div> - <div class='line'>As many ways meet in one town;</div> - <div class='line'>As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;</div> - <div class='line'>As many lines close in the dial’s centre;</div> - <div class='line'>So may a thousand actions, once a-foot,</div> - <div class='line'>End in one purpose, and be all well borne</div> - <div class='line'>Without defeat.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>Henry V.</span> is but one of Shakespear’s second-rate plays. Yet by -quoting passages, like this, from his second-rate plays alone, we might -make a volume ‘rich with his praise,’</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘As is the oozy bottom of the sea</div> - <div class='line'>With sunken wrack and sumless treasuries.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Of this sort are the king’s remonstrance to Scroop, Grey, and -Cambridge, on the detection of their treason, his address to the -soldiers at the siege of Harfleur, and the still finer one before the -battle of Agincourt, the description of the night before the battle, -and the reflections on ceremony put into the mouth of the king.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O hard condition; twin-born with greatness,</div> - <div class='line'>Subjected to the breath of every fool,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing!</div> - <div class='line'>What infinite heart’s ease must kings neglect,</div> - <div class='line'>That private men enjoy; and what have kings,</div> - <div class='line'>That privates have not too, save ceremony?</div> - <div class='line'>Save general ceremony?</div> - <div class='line'>And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?</div> - <div class='line'>What kind of God art thou, that suffer’st more</div> - <div class='line'>Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers?</div> - <div class='line'>What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in?</div> - <div class='line'>O ceremony, shew me but thy worth!</div> - <div class='line'>What is thy soul, O adoration?</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_290'>290</span>Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,</div> - <div class='line'>Creating awe and fear in other men?</div> - <div class='line'>Wherein thou art less happy, being feared,</div> - <div class='line'>Than they in fearing.</div> - <div class='line'>What drink’st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>But poison’d flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,</div> - <div class='line'>And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!</div> - <div class='line'>Think’st thou, the fiery fever will go out</div> - <div class='line'>With titles blown from adulation?</div> - <div class='line'>Will it give place to flexure and low bending?</div> - <div class='line'>Can’st thou, when thou command’st the beggar’s knee,</div> - <div class='line'>Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,</div> - <div class='line'>That play’st so subtly with a king’s repose,</div> - <div class='line'>I am a king, that find thee: and I know,</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,</div> - <div class='line'>The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,</div> - <div class='line'>The enter-tissu’d robe of gold and pearl,</div> - <div class='line'>The farsed title running ‘fore the king,</div> - <div class='line'>The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp</div> - <div class='line'>That beats upon the high shore of this world,</div> - <div class='line'>No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,</div> - <div class='line'>Not all these, laid in bed majestical,</div> - <div class='line'>Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;</div> - <div class='line'>Who, with a body fill’d, and vacant mind,</div> - <div class='line'>Gets him to rest, cramm’d with distressful bread,</div> - <div class='line'>Never sees horrid night, the child of hell:</div> - <div class='line'>But like a lacquey, from the rise to set,</div> - <div class='line'>Sweats in the eye of Phœbus, and all night</div> - <div class='line'>Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,</div> - <div class='line'>Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse;</div> - <div class='line'>And follows so the ever-running year</div> - <div class='line'>With profitable labour, to his grave:</div> - <div class='line'>And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,</div> - <div class='line'>Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>Has the forehand and vantage of a king.</div> - <div class='line'>The slave, a member of the country’s peace,</div> - <div class='line'>Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,</div> - <div class='line'>What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose hours the peasant best advantages.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Most of these passages are well known: there is one, which we -do not remember to have seen noticed, and yet it is no whit inferior -to the rest in heroic beauty. It is the account of the deaths of York -and Suffolk.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Exeter.</em> The duke of York commends him to your majesty.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>K. Henry.</em> Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour,</div> - <div class='line'>I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;</div> - <div class='line'>From helmet to the spur all blood he was.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_291'>291</span><em>Exeter.</em> In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie,</div> - <div class='line'>Larding the plain: and by his bloody side</div> - <div class='line'>(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds)</div> - <div class='line'>The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.</div> - <div class='line'>Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled o’er,</div> - <div class='line'>Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep’d,</div> - <div class='line'>And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,</div> - <div class='line'>That bloodily did yawn upon his face;</div> - <div class='line'>And cries aloud—<em>Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>We kept together in our chivalry!</em></div> - <div class='line'>Upon these words I came, and cheer’d him up:</div> - <div class='line'>He smil’d me in the face, raught me his hand,</div> - <div class='line'>And, with a feeble gripe, says—<em>Dear my lord,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Commend my service to my sovereign</em>.</div> - <div class='line'>So did he turn, and over Suffolk’s neck</div> - <div class='line'>He threw his wounded arm, and kiss’d his lips;</div> - <div class='line'>And so, espous’d to death, with blood he seal’d</div> - <div class='line'>A testament of noble-ending love.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>But we must have done with splendid quotations. The behaviour -of the king, in the difficult and doubtful circumstances in which he -is placed, is as patient and modest as it is spirited and lofty in his -prosperous fortune. The character of the French nobles is also very -admirably depicted; and the Dauphin’s praise of his horse shews the -vanity of that class of persons in a very striking point of view. -Shakespear always accompanies a foolish prince with a satirical -courtier, as we see in this instance. The comic parts of <span class='sc'>Henry V.</span> -are very inferior to those of <cite>Henry IV.</cite> Falstaff is dead, and without -him, Pistol, Nym, and Bardolph, are satellites without a sun. -Fluellen the Welchman is the most entertaining character in the -piece. He is good-natured, brave, choleric, and pedantic. His -parallel between Alexander and Harry of Monmouth, and his desire -to have ‘some disputations’ with Captain Macmorris on the discipline -of the Roman wars, in the heat of the battle, are never to be forgotten. -His treatment of Pistol is as good as Pistol’s treatment of -his French prisoner. There are two other remarkable prose passages -in this play: the conversation of Henry in disguise with the three -centinels on the duties of a soldier, and his courtship of Katherine -in broken French. We like them both exceedingly, though the -first savours perhaps too much of the king, and the last too little of -the lover.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_292'>292</span> - <h3 class='c010'>HENRY VI.<br /> <span class='c020'>IN THREE PARTS</span></h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>During the time of the civil wars of York and Lancaster, England -was a perfect bear-garden, and Shakespear has given us a very lively -picture of the scene. The three parts of <span class='sc'>Henry VI.</span> convey a picture -of very little else; and are inferior to the other historical plays. -They have brilliant passages; but the general ground-work is comparatively -poor and meagre, the style ‘flat and unraised.’ There are -few lines like the following:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Glory is like a circle in the water;</div> - <div class='line'>Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,</div> - <div class='line'>Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The first part relates to the wars in France after the death of -Henry <span class='fss'>V.</span> and the story of the Maid of Orleans. She is here almost -as scurvily treated as in Voltaire’s Pucelle. Talbot is a very -magnificent sketch: there is something as formidable in this portrait -of him, as there would be in a monumental figure of him or in the -sight of the armour which he wore. The scene in which he visits -the Countess of Auvergne, who seeks to entrap him, is a very spirited -one, and his description of his own treatment while a prisoner to the -French not less remarkable.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Salisbury.</em> Yet tell’st thou not how thou wert entertain’d.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Talbot.</em> With scoffs and scorns, and contumelious taunts.</div> - <div class='line'>In open market-place produced they me,</div> - <div class='line'>To be a public spectacle to all.</div> - <div class='line'>Here, said they, is the terror of the French,</div> - <div class='line'>The scarecrow that affrights our children so.</div> - <div class='line'>Then broke I from the officers that led me,</div> - <div class='line'>And with my nails digg’d stones out of the ground,</div> - <div class='line'>To hurl at the beholders of my shame.</div> - <div class='line'>My grisly countenance made others fly,</div> - <div class='line'>None durst come near for fear of sudden death.</div> - <div class='line'>In iron walls they deem’d me not secure:</div> - <div class='line'>So great a fear my name amongst them spread,</div> - <div class='line'>That they suppos’d I could rend bars of steel,</div> - <div class='line'>And spurn in pieces posts of adamant.</div> - <div class='line'>Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had:</div> - <div class='line'>They walk’d about me every minute-while;</div> - <div class='line'>And if I did but stir out of my bed,</div> - <div class='line'>Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_293'>293</span>The second part relates chiefly to the contests between the nobles -during the minority of Henry, and the death of Gloucester, the good -Duke Humphrey. The character of Cardinal Beaufort is the most -prominent in the group: the account of his death is one of our -author’s master-pieces. So is the speech of Gloucester to the nobles -on the loss of the provinces of France by the King’s marriage with -Margaret of Anjou. The pretensions and growing ambition of the -Duke of York, the father of Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span> are also very ably developed. -Among the episodes, the tragi-comedy of Jack Cade, and the detection -of the impostor Simcox are truly edifying.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The third part describes Henry’s loss of his crown: his death -takes place in the last act, which is usually thrust into the common -acting play of <cite>Richard III.</cite> The character of Gloucester, afterwards -King Richard, is here very powerfully commenced, and his -dangerous designs and long-reaching ambition are fully described in -his soliloquy in the third act, beginning, ‘Aye, Edward will use -women honourably.’ Henry <span class='fss'>VI.</span> is drawn as distinctly as his high-spirited -Queen, and notwithstanding the very mean figure which -Henry makes as a King, we still feel more respect for him than for -his wife.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We have already observed that Shakespear was scarcely more -remarkable for the force and marked contrasts of his characters than -for the truth and subtlety with which he has distinguished those -which approached the nearest to each other. For instance, the soul -of Othello is hardly more distinct from that of Iago than that of -Desdemona is shewn to be from Æmilia’s; the ambition of Macbeth -is as distinct from the ambition of Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span> as it is from the -meekness of Duncan; the real madness of Lear is as different from -the feigned madness of Edgar<a id='r69' /><a href='#f69' class='c012'><sup>[69]</sup></a> as from the babbling of the fool; the -contrast between wit and folly in Falstaff and Shallow is not more -characteristic though more obvious than the gradations of folly, -loquacious or reserved, in Shallow and Silence; and again, the -gallantry of Prince Henry is as little confounded with that of Hotspur -as with the cowardice of Falstaff, or as the sensual and philosophic -cowardice of the Knight is with the pitiful and cringing cowardice -of Parolles. All these several personages were as different in Shakespear -as they would have been in themselves: his imagination -borrowed from the life, and every circumstance, object, motive, -passion, operated there as it would in reality, and produced a world -of men and women as distinct, as true and as various as those that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_294'>294</span>exist in nature. The peculiar property of Shakespear’s imagination -was this truth, accompanied with the unconsciousness of nature: -indeed, imagination to be perfect must be unconscious, at least in -production; for nature is so.—We shall attempt one example more -in the characters of Richard <span class='fss'>II.</span> and Henry <span class='fss'>VI.</span></p> - -<p class='c000'>The characters and situations of both these persons were so nearly -alike, that they would have been completely confounded by a common-place -poet. Yet they are kept quite distinct in Shakespear. Both -were kings, and both unfortunate. Both lost their crowns owing to -their mismanagement and imbecility; the one from a thoughtless, -wilful abuse of power, the other from an indifference to it. The -manner in which they bear their misfortunes corresponds exactly to -the causes which led to them. The one is always lamenting the loss -of his power which he has not the spirit to regain; the other seems -only to regret that he had ever been king, and is glad to be rid of -the power, with the trouble; the effeminacy of the one is that of a -voluptuary, proud, revengeful, impatient of contradiction, and inconsolable -in his misfortunes; the effeminacy of the other is that of -an indolent, good-natured mind, naturally averse to the turmoils of -ambition and the cares of greatness, and who wishes to pass his time -in monkish indolence and contemplation.—Richard bewails the loss -of the kingly power only as it was the means of gratifying his pride -and luxury; Henry regards it only as a means of doing right, and -is less desirous of the advantages to be derived from possessing it -than afraid of exercising it wrong. In knighting a young soldier, he -gives him ghostly advice—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight,</div> - <div class='line'>And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Richard <span class='fss'>II.</span> in the first speeches of the play betrays his real -character. In the first alarm of his pride, on hearing of Bolingbroke’s -rebellion, before his presumption has met with any check, he -exclaims—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:</div> - <div class='line'>This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones</div> - <div class='line'>Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king</div> - <div class='line'>Shall faulter under proud rebellious arms.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Not all the water in the rough rude sea</div> - <div class='line'>Can wash the balm from an anointed king;</div> - <div class='line'>The breath of worldly man cannot depose</div> - <div class='line'>The Deputy elected by the Lord.</div> - <div class='line'>For every man that Bolingbroke hath prest,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_295'>295</span>To lift sharp steel against our golden crown,</div> - <div class='line'>Heaven for his Richard hath in heavenly pay</div> - <div class='line'>A glorious angel; then if angels fight,</div> - <div class='line'>Weak men must fall; for Heaven still guards the right.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Yet, notwithstanding this royal confession of faith, on the very -first news of actual disaster, all his conceit of himself as the peculiar -favourite of Providence vanishes into air.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘But now the blood of twenty thousand men</div> - <div class='line'>Did triumph in my face, and they are fled.</div> - <div class='line'>All souls that will be safe fly from my side;</div> - <div class='line'>For time hath set a blot upon my pride.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Immediately after, however, recollecting that ‘cheap defence’ of -the divinity of kings which is to be found in opinion, he is for arming -his name against his enemies.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Awake, thou coward Majesty, thou sleep’st;</div> - <div class='line'>Is not the King’s name forty thousand names?</div> - <div class='line'>Arm, arm, my name: a puny subject strikes</div> - <div class='line'>At thy great glory.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>King Henry does not make any such vapouring resistance to the -loss of his crown, but lets it slip from off his head as a weight which -he is neither able nor willing to bear; stands quietly by to see the -issue of the contest for his kingdom, as if it were a game at push-pin, -and is pleased when the odds prove against him.</p> - -<p class='c000'>When Richard first hears of the death of his favourites, Bushy, -Bagot, and the rest, he indignantly rejects all idea of any further -efforts, and only indulges in the extravagant impatience of his grief -and his despair, in that fine speech which has been so often quoted:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Aumerle.</em> Where is the duke my father, with his power?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>K. Richard.</em> No matter where: of comfort no man speak:</div> - <div class='line'>Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs,</div> - <div class='line'>Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Write sorrow in the bosom of the earth!</div> - <div class='line'>Let’s chuse executors, and talk of wills:</div> - <div class='line'>And yet not so—for what can we bequeath,</div> - <div class='line'>Save our deposed bodies to the ground?</div> - <div class='line'>Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke’s,</div> - <div class='line'>And nothing can we call our own but death,</div> - <div class='line'>And that small model of the barren earth,</div> - <div class='line'>Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.</div> - <div class='line'>For heaven’s sake let us sit upon the ground,</div> - <div class='line'>And tell sad stories of the death of Kings:</div> - <div class='line'>How some have been depos’d, some slain in war;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_296'>296</span>Some haunted by the ghosts they dispossess’d;</div> - <div class='line'>Some poison’d by their wives, some sleeping kill’d;</div> - <div class='line'>All murder’d:—for within the hollow crown,</div> - <div class='line'>That rounds the mortal temples of a king,</div> - <div class='line'>Keeps death his court: and there the antic sits,</div> - <div class='line'>Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp!</div> - <div class='line'>Allowing him a breath, a little scene</div> - <div class='line'>To monarchize, be fear’d, and kill with looks;</div> - <div class='line'>Infusing him with self and vain conceit—</div> - <div class='line'>As if this flesh, which walls about our life,</div> - <div class='line'>Were brass impregnable; and, humour’d thus,</div> - <div class='line'>Comes at the last, and, with a little pin,</div> - <div class='line'>Bores through his castle wall, and—farewell king!</div> - <div class='line'>Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood</div> - <div class='line'>With solemn reverence; throw away respect,</div> - <div class='line'>Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,</div> - <div class='line'>For you have but mistook me all this while:</div> - <div class='line'>I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief,</div> - <div class='line'>Need friends, like you;—subjected thus,</div> - <div class='line'>How can you say to me—I am a king?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is as little sincerity afterwards in his affected resignation -to his fate, as there is fortitude in this exaggerated picture of his -misfortunes before they have happened.</p> - -<p class='c000'>When Northumberland comes back with the message from Bolingbroke, -he exclaims, anticipating the result,—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What must the king do now? Must he submit?</div> - <div class='line'>The king shall do it: must he be depos’d?</div> - <div class='line'>The king shall be contented; must he lose</div> - <div class='line'>The name of king? O’ God’s name let it go.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads;</div> - <div class='line'>My gorgeous palace for a hermitage;</div> - <div class='line'>My gay apparel for an alms-man’s gown;</div> - <div class='line'>My figur’d goblets for a dish of wood;</div> - <div class='line'>My sceptre for a palmer’s walking staff;</div> - <div class='line'>My subjects for a pair of carved saints,</div> - <div class='line'>And my large kingdom for a little grave—</div> - <div class='line'>A little, little grave, an obscure grave.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>How differently is all this expressed in King Henry’s soliloquy, -during the battle with Edward’s party:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘This battle fares like to the morning’s war,</div> - <div class='line'>When dying clouds contend with growing light,</div> - <div class='line'>What time the shepherd blowing of his nails,</div> - <div class='line'>Can neither call it perfect day or night.</div> - <div class='line'>Here on this mole-hill will I sit me down;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_297'>297</span>To whom God will, there be the victory!</div> - <div class='line'>For Margaret my Queen and Clifford too</div> - <div class='line'>Have chid me from the battle, swearing both</div> - <div class='line'>They prosper best of all when I am thence.</div> - <div class='line'>Would I were dead, if God’s good will were so.</div> - <div class='line'>For what is in this world but grief and woe?</div> - <div class='line'>O God! methinks it were a happy life</div> - <div class='line'>To be no better than a homely swain,</div> - <div class='line'>To sit upon a hill as I do now,</div> - <div class='line'>To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,</div> - <div class='line'>Thereby to see the minutes how they run:</div> - <div class='line'>How many make the hour full complete,</div> - <div class='line'>How many hours bring about the day,</div> - <div class='line'>How many days will finish up the year,</div> - <div class='line'>How many years a mortal man may live.</div> - <div class='line'>When this is known, then to divide the times;</div> - <div class='line'>So many hours must I tend my flock,</div> - <div class='line'>So many hours must I take my rest,</div> - <div class='line'>So many hours must I contemplate,</div> - <div class='line'>So many hours must I sport myself;</div> - <div class='line'>So many days my ewes have been with young,</div> - <div class='line'>So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean,</div> - <div class='line'>So many months ere I shall shear the fleece:</div> - <div class='line'>So many minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years</div> - <div class='line'>Past over, to the end they were created,</div> - <div class='line'>Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.</div> - <div class='line'>Ah! what a life were this! how sweet, how lovely!</div> - <div class='line'>Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade</div> - <div class='line'>To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,</div> - <div class='line'>Than doth a rich embroidered canopy</div> - <div class='line'>To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery?</div> - <div class='line'>O yes it doth, a thousand fold it doth.</div> - <div class='line'>And to conclude, the shepherds’ homely curds,</div> - <div class='line'>His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,</div> - <div class='line'>His wonted sleep under a fresh tree’s shade,</div> - <div class='line'>All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,</div> - <div class='line'>Is far beyond a prince’s delicates,</div> - <div class='line'>His viands sparkling in a golden cup,</div> - <div class='line'>His body couched in a curious bed,</div> - <div class='line'>When care, mistrust, and treasons wait on him.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is a true and beautiful description of a naturally quiet and -contented disposition, and not, like the former, the splenetic effusion -of disappointed ambition.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In the last scene of <cite>Richard II.</cite> his despair lends him courage: he -beats the keeper, slays two of his assassins, and dies with imprecations -in his mouth against Sir Pierce Exton, who ‘had staggered his royal -<span class='pageno' id='Page_298'>298</span>person.’ Henry, when he is seized by the deer-stealers, only reads -them a moral lecture on the duty of allegiance and the sanctity of an -oath; and when stabbed by Gloucester in the tower, reproaches him -with his crimes, but pardons him his own death.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>RICHARD III.</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Richard III.</span> may be considered as properly a stage-play: it belongs -to the theatre, rather than to the closet. We shall therefore criticise -it chiefly with a reference to the manner in which we have seen it -performed. It is the character in which Garrick came out: it was -the second character in which Mr. Kean appeared, and in which he -acquired his fame. Shakespear we have always with us: actors we -have only for a few seasons; and therefore some account of them may -be acceptable, if not to our cotemporaries, to those who come after -us, if ‘that rich and idle personage, Posterity,’ should deign to look -into our writings.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is possible to form a higher conception of the character of Richard -than that given by Mr. Kean: but we cannot imagine any character -represented with greater distinctness and precision, more perfectly -<em>articulated</em> in every part. Perhaps indeed there is too much of what is -technically called execution. When we first saw this celebrated actor -in the part, we thought he sometimes failed from an exuberance of -manner, and dissipated the impression of the general character by the -variety of his resources. To be complete, his delineation of it should -have more solidity, depth, sustained and impassioned feeling, with -somewhat less brilliancy, with fewer glancing lights, pointed transitions, -and pantomimic evolutions.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The Richard of Shakespear is towering and lofty; equally impetuous -and commanding; haughty, violent, and subtle; bold and -treacherous; confident in his strength as well as in his cunning; raised -high by his birth, and higher by his talents and his crimes; a royal -usurper, a princely hypocrite, a tyrant, and a murderer of the house of -Plantagenet.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘But I was born so high:</div> - <div class='line'>Our aery buildeth in the cedar’s top,</div> - <div class='line'>And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The idea conveyed in these lines (which are indeed omitted in the -miserable medley acted for <span class='sc'>Richard III.</span>) is never lost sight of by -Shakespear, and should not be out of the actor’s mind for a moment. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_299'>299</span>The restless and sanguinary Richard is not a man striving to be great, -but to be greater than he is; conscious of his strength of will, his -power of intellect, his daring courage, his elevated station; and making -use of these advantages to commit unheard-of crimes, and to shield -himself from remorse and infamy.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If Mr. Kean does not entirely succeed in concentrating all the lines -of the character, as drawn by Shakespear, he gives an animation, -vigour, and relief to the part which we have not seen equalled. He -is more refined than Cooke; more bold, varied, and original than -Kemble in the same character. In some parts he is deficient in dignity, -and particularly in the scenes of state business, he has by no means an -air of artificial authority. There is at times an aspiring elevation, an -enthusiastic rapture in his expectations of attaining the crown, and -at others a gloating expression of sullen delight, as if he already -clenched the bauble, and held it in his grasp. The courtship scene -with Lady Anne is an admirable exhibition of smooth and smiling -villainy. The progress of wily adulation, of encroaching humility, -is finely marked by his action, voice and eye. He seems, like the -first Tempter, to approach his prey, secure of the event, and as if -success had smoothed his way before him. The late Mr. Cooke’s -manner of representing this scene was more vehement, hurried, and -full of anxious uncertainty. This, though more natural in general, -was less in character in this particular instance. Richard should woo -less as a lover than as an actor—to shew his mental superiority, and -power of making others the playthings of his purposes. Mr. Kean’s -attitude in leaning against the side of the stage before he comes -forward to address Lady Anne, is one of the most graceful and -striking ever witnessed on the stage. It would do for Titian to paint. -The frequent and rapid transition of his voice from the expression of -the fiercest passion to the most familiar tones of conversation was that -which gave a peculiar grace of novelty to his acting on his first -appearance. This has been since imitated and caricatured by others, -and he himself uses the artifice more sparingly than he did. His bye-play -is excellent. His manner of bidding his friends ‘Good night,’ -after pausing with the point of his sword, drawn slowly backward and -forward on the ground, as if considering the plan of the battle next -day, is a particularly happy and natural thought. He gives to the -two last acts of the play the greatest animation and effect. He fills -every part of the stage; and makes up for the deficiency of his person -by what has been sometimes objected to as an excess of action. The -concluding scene in which he is killed by Richmond is the most -brilliant of the whole. He fights at last like one drunk with wounds; -and the attitude in which he stands with his hands stretched out, after -<span class='pageno' id='Page_300'>300</span>his sword is wrested from him, has a preternatural and terrific -grandeur, as if his will could not be disarmed, and the very phantoms -of his despair had power to kill.—Mr. Kean has since in a great -measure effaced the impression of his Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span> by the superior -efforts of his genius in Othello (his master-piece), in the murder-scene -in Macbeth, in Richard <span class='fss'>II.</span>, in Sir Giles Overreach, and lastly in -Oroonoko; but we still like to look back to his first performance of -this part, both because it first assured his admirers of his future success, -and because we bore our feeble but, at that time, not useless testimony -to the merits of this very original actor, on which the town was -considerably divided for no other reason than because they <em>were</em> -original.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The manner in which Shakespear’s plays have been generally -altered or rather mangled by modern mechanists, is a disgrace to the -English stage. The patch-work <span class='sc'>Richard III.</span> which is acted under -the sanction of his name, and which was manufactured by Cibber, is a -striking example of this remark.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The play itself is undoubtedly a very powerful effusion of Shakespear’s -genius. The ground-work of the character of Richard, that -mixture of intellectual vigour with moral depravity, in which Shakespear -delighted to shew his strength—gave full scope as well as -temptation to the exercise of his imagination. The character of his -hero is almost every where predominant, and marks its lurid track -throughout. The original play is however too long for representation, -and there are some few scenes which might be better spared than -preserved, and by omitting which it would remain a complete whole. -The only rule, indeed, for altering Shakespear is to retrench certain -passages which may be considered either as superfluous or obsolete, -but not to add or transpose any thing. The arrangement and developement -of the story, and the mutual contrast and combination of the -<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">dramatis personæ</span></i>, are in general as finely managed as the developement -of the characters or the expression of the passions.</p> - -<p class='c000'>This rule has not been adhered to in the present instance. Some -of the most important and striking passages in the principal character -have been omitted, to make room for idle and misplaced extracts from -other plays; the only intention of which seems to have been to make -the character of Richard as odious and disgusting as possible. It is -apparently for no other purpose than to make Gloucester stab King -Henry on the stage, that the fine abrupt introduction of the character -in the opening of the play is lost in the tedious whining morality of -the uxorious king (taken from another play);—we say <em>tedious</em>, -because it interrupts the business of the scene, and loses its beauty -and effect by having no intelligible connection with the previous -<span class='pageno' id='Page_301'>301</span>character of the mild, well-meaning monarch. The passages which -the unfortunate Henry has to recite are beautiful and pathetic in themselves, -but they have nothing to do with the world that Richard has -to ‘bustle in.’ In the same spirit of vulgar caricature is the scene -between Richard and Lady Anne (when his wife) interpolated -without any authority, merely to gratify this favourite propensity to -disgust and loathing. With the same perverse consistency, Richard, -after his last fatal struggle, is raised up by some Galvanic process, to -utter the imprecation, without any motive but pure malignity, which -Shakespear has so properly put into the mouth of Northumberland on -hearing of Percy’s death. To make room for these worse than needless -additions, many of the most striking passages in the real play have -been omitted by the foppery and ignorance of the prompt-book critics. -We do not mean to insist merely on passages which are fine as poetry -and to the reader, such as Clarence’s dream, etc. but on those which -are important to the understanding of the character, and peculiarly -adapted for stage-effect. We will give the following as instances -among several others. The first is the scene where Richard enters -abruptly to the queen and her friends to defend himself:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Gloucester.</em> They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.</div> - <div class='line'>Who are they that complain unto the king,</div> - <div class='line'>That I forsooth am stern, and love them not?</div> - <div class='line'>By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly,</div> - <div class='line'>That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours:</div> - <div class='line'>Because I cannot flatter and look fair,</div> - <div class='line'>Smile in men’s faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,</div> - <div class='line'>Duck with French nods, and apish courtesy,</div> - <div class='line'>I must be held a rancorous enemy.</div> - <div class='line'>Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,</div> - <div class='line'>But thus his simple truth must be abus’d</div> - <div class='line'>With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gray.</em> To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gloucester.</em> To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace;</div> - <div class='line'>When have I injur’d thee, when done thee wrong?</div> - <div class='line'>Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?</div> - <div class='line'>A plague upon you all!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Nothing can be more characteristic than the turbulent pretensions to -meekness and simplicity in this address. Again, the versatility and -adroitness of Richard is admirably described in the following ironical -conversation with Brakenbury:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Brakenbury.</em> I beseech your graces both to pardon me.</div> - <div class='line'>His majesty hath straitly given in charge,</div> - <div class='line'>That no man shall have private conference,</div> - <div class='line'>Of what degree soever, with your brother.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_302'>302</span><em>Gloucester.</em> E’en so, and please your worship, Brakenbury.</div> - <div class='line'>You may partake of any thing we say:</div> - <div class='line'>We speak no treason, man—we say the king</div> - <div class='line'>Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen</div> - <div class='line'>Well strook in years, fair, and not jealous.</div> - <div class='line'>We say that Shore’s wife hath a pretty foot,</div> - <div class='line'>A cherry lip,</div> - <div class='line'>A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;</div> - <div class='line'>That the queen’s kindred are made gentlefolks.</div> - <div class='line'>How say you, sir? Can you deny all this?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Brakenbury.</em> With this, my lord, myself have nought to do.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gloucester.</em> What, fellow, naught to do with mistress Shore?</div> - <div class='line'>I tell you, sir, he that doth naught with her,</div> - <div class='line'>Excepting one, were best to do it secretly alone.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Brakenbury.</em> What one, my lord?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gloucester.</em> Her husband, knave—would’st thou betray me?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The feigned reconciliation of Gloucester with the queen’s kinsmen -is also a master-piece. One of the finest strokes in the play, and which -serves to shew as much as any thing the deep, plausible manners of -Richard, is the unsuspecting security of Hastings, at the very time -when the former is plotting his death, and when that very appearance -of cordiality and good-humour on which Hastings builds his confidence -arises from Richard’s consciousness of having betrayed him to his ruin. -This, with the whole character of Hastings, is omitted.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Perhaps the two most beautiful passages in the original play are the -farewell apostrophe of the queen to the Tower, where the children are -shut up from her, and Tyrrel’s description of their death. We will -finish our quotations with them.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Queen.</em> Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower;</div> - <div class='line'>Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,</div> - <div class='line'>Whom envy hath immured within your walls;</div> - <div class='line'>Rough cradle for such little pretty ones,</div> - <div class='line'>Rude, rugged nurse, old sullen play-fellow,</div> - <div class='line'>For tender princes!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The other passage is the account of their death by Tyrrel:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn</div> - <div class='line'>To do this piece of ruthless butchery,</div> - <div class='line'>Albeit they were flesh’d villains, bloody dogs,—</div> - <div class='line'>Melting with tenderness and mild compassion,</div> - <div class='line'>Wept like to children in their death’s sad story:</div> - <div class='line'>O thus! quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes;</div> - <div class='line'>Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another</div> - <div class='line'>Within their innocent alabaster arms;</div> - <div class='line'>Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_303'>303</span>And in that summer beauty kissed each other;</div> - <div class='line'>A book of prayers on their pillow lay,</div> - <div class='line'>Which once, quoth Forrest, almost changed my mind:</div> - <div class='line'>But oh the devil!—there the villain stopped;</div> - <div class='line'>When Dighton thus told on—we smothered</div> - <div class='line'>The most replenished sweet work of nature,</div> - <div class='line'>That from the prime creation ere she framed.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>These are some of those wonderful bursts of feeling, done to the -life, to the very height of fancy and nature, which our Shakespear -alone could give. We do not insist on the repetition of these last -passages as proper for the stage: we should indeed be loth to trust -them in the mouth of almost any actor: but we should wish them to -be retained in preference at least to the fantoccini exhibition of the -young princes, Edward and York, bandying childish wit with their -uncle.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>HENRY VIII.</h3> - -<p class='c011'>This play contains little action or violence of passion, yet it has -considerable interest of a more mild and thoughtful cast, and some of -the most striking passages in the author’s works. The character of -Queen Katherine is the most perfect delineation of matronly dignity, -sweetness, and resignation, that can be conceived. Her appeals to the -protection of the king, her remonstrances to the cardinals, her conversations -with her women, shew a noble and generous spirit accompanied -with the utmost gentleness of nature. What can be more -affecting than her answer to Campeius and Wolsey, who come to -visit her as pretended friends.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>——‘Nay, forsooth, my friends,</div> - <div class='line'>They that must weigh out my afflictions,</div> - <div class='line'>They that my trust must grow to, live not here;</div> - <div class='line'>They are, as all my comforts are, far hence,</div> - <div class='line'>In mine own country, lords.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Dr. Johnson observes of this play, that ‘the meek sorrows and -virtuous distress of Katherine have furnished some scenes, which may -be justly numbered among the greatest efforts of tragedy. But the -genius of Shakespear comes in and goes out with Katherine. Every -other part may be easily conceived and easily written.’ This is -easily said; but with all due deference to so great a reputed authority -as that of Johnson, it is not true. For instance, the scene of -Buckingham led to execution is one of the most affecting and natural -<span class='pageno' id='Page_304'>304</span>in Shakespear, and one to which there is hardly an approach in any -other author. Again, the character of Wolsey, the description of his -pride and of his fall, are inimitable, and have, besides their gorgeousness -of effect, a pathos, which only the genius of Shakespear could -lend to the distresses of a proud, bad man, like Wolsey. There is a -sort of child-like simplicity in the very helplessness of his situation, -arising from the recollection of his past overbearing ambition. After -the cutting sarcasms of his enemies on his disgrace, against which he -bears up with a spirit conscious of his own superiority, he breaks out -into that fine apostrophe—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!</div> - <div class='line'>This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth</div> - <div class='line'>The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,</div> - <div class='line'>And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;</div> - <div class='line'>The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;</div> - <div class='line'>And—when he thinks, good easy man, full surely</div> - <div class='line'>His greatness is a ripening—nips his root,</div> - <div class='line'>And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,</div> - <div class='line'>These many summers in a sea of glory;</div> - <div class='line'>But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride</div> - <div class='line'>At length broke under me; and now has left me,</div> - <div class='line'>Weary and old with service, to the mercy</div> - <div class='line'>Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.</div> - <div class='line'>Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye!</div> - <div class='line'>I feel my heart new open’d: O how wretched</div> - <div class='line'>Is that poor man, that hangs on princes’ favours!</div> - <div class='line'>There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,</div> - <div class='line'>That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin,</div> - <div class='line'>More pangs and fears than war and women have;</div> - <div class='line'>And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,</div> - <div class='line'>Never to hope again!’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is in this passage, as well as in the well-known dialogue with -Cromwell which follows, something which stretches beyond commonplace; -nor is the account which Griffiths gives of Wolsey’s death less -Shakespearian; and the candour with which Queen Katherine listens -to the praise of ‘him whom of all men while living she hated most’ -adds the last graceful finishing to her character.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Among other images of great individual beauty might be mentioned -the description of the effect of Ann Boleyn’s presenting herself to the -crowd at her coronation.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>——‘While her grace sat down</div> - <div class='line'>To rest awhile, some half an hour or so,</div> - <div class='line'>In a rich chair of state, opposing freely</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_305'>305</span>The beauty of her person to the people.</div> - <div class='line'>Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman</div> - <div class='line'>That ever lay by man. Which when the people</div> - <div class='line'>Had the full view of, <em>such a noise arose</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>As loud and to as many tunes</em>.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> is drawn with great truth and spirit. -It is like a very disagreeable portrait, sketched by the hand of a -master. His gross appearance, his blustering demeanour, his vulgarity, -his arrogance, his sensuality, his cruelty, his hypocrisy, his want of -common decency and common humanity, are marked in strong lines. -His traditional peculiarities of expression complete the reality of the -picture. The authoritative expletive, ‘Ha!’ with which he intimates -his indignation or surprise, has an effect like the first startling sound -that breaks from a thunder-cloud. He is of all the monarchs in our -history the most disgusting: for he unites in himself all the vices of -barbarism and refinement, without their virtues. Other kings before -him (such as Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span>) were tyrants and murderers out of ambition -or necessity: they gained or established unjust power by violent -means: they destroyed their enemies, or those who barred their -access to the throne or made its tenure insecure. But Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span>‘s -power is most fatal to those whom he loves: he is cruel and remorseless -to pamper his luxurious appetites: bloody and voluptuous; an -amorous murderer; an uxorious debauchee. His hardened insensibility -to the feelings of others is strengthened by the most profligate -self-indulgence. The religious hypocrisy, under which he masks his -cruelty and his lust, is admirably displayed in the speech in which -he describes the first misgivings of his conscience and its increasing -throes and terrors, which have induced him to divorce his queen. -The only thing in his favour in this play is his treatment of Cranmer: -there is also another circumstance in his favour, which is his patronage -of Hans Holbein.—It has been said of Shakespear—‘No maid could -live near such a man.’ It might with as good reason be said—‘No -king could live near such a man.’ His eye would have penetrated -through the pomp of circumstance and the veil of opinion. As it -is, he has represented such persons to the life—his plays are in this -respect the glass of history—he has done them the same justice as -if he had been a privy counsellor all his life, and in each successive -reign. Kings ought never to be seen upon the stage. In the abstract, -they are very disagreeable characters: it is only while living that they -are ‘the best of kings.’ It is their power, their splendour, it is the -apprehension of the personal consequences of their favour or their -hatred that dazzles the imagination and suspends the judgment of their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_306'>306</span>favourites or their vassals; but death cancels the bond of allegiance -and of interest; and seen <em>as they were</em>, their power and their pretensions -look monstrous and ridiculous. The charge brought against -modern philosophy as inimical to loyalty is unjust, because it might -as well be brought against other things. No reader of history can -be a lover of kings. We have often wondered that Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> as he -is drawn by Shakespear, and as we have seen him represented in all -the bloated deformity of mind and person, is not hooted from the -English stage.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>KING JOHN</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>King John</span> is the last of the historical plays we shall have to speak -of; and we are not sorry that it is. If we are to indulge our -imaginations, we had rather do it upon an imaginary theme; if we -are to find subjects for the exercise of our pity and terror, we prefer -seeking them in fictitious danger and fictitious distress. It gives a -<em>soreness</em> to our feelings of indignation or sympathy, when we know -that in tracing the progress of sufferings and crimes, we are treading -upon real ground, and recollect that the poet’s dream ‘<em>denoted a foregone -conclusion</em>‘—irrevocable ills, not conjured up by fancy, but placed -beyond the reach of poetical justice. That the treachery of King -John, the death of Arthur, the grief of Constance, had a real truth -in history, sharpens the sense of pain, while it hangs a leaden weight -on the heart and the imagination. Something whispers us that we -have no right to make a mock of calamities like these, or to turn the -truth of things into the puppet and plaything of our fancies. ‘To -consider thus’ may be ‘to consider too curiously’; but still we think -that the actual truth of the particular events, in proportion as we are -conscious of it, is a drawback on the pleasure as well as the dignity -of tragedy.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>King John</span> has all the beauties of language and all the richness of -the imagination to relieve the painfulness of the subject. The character -of King John himself is kept pretty much in the background; -it is only marked in by comparatively slight indications. The crimes -he is tempted to commit are such as are thrust upon him rather by -circumstances and opportunity than of his own seeking: he is here -represented as more cowardly than cruel, and as more contemptible -than odious. The play embraces only a part of his history. There -are however few characters on the stage that excite more disgust and -loathing. He has no intellectual grandeur or strength of character -to shield him from the indignation which his immediate conduct -<span class='pageno' id='Page_307'>307</span>provokes: he stands naked and defenceless, in that respect, to the -worst we can think of him: and besides, we are impelled to put -the very worst construction on his meanness and cruelty by the tender -picture of the beauty and helplessness of the object of it, as well as -by the frantic and heart-rending pleadings of maternal despair. We -do not forgive him the death of Arthur, because he had too late -revoked his doom and tried to prevent it; and perhaps because he -has himself repented of his black design, our <em>moral sense</em> gains courage -to hate him the more for it. We take him at his word, and think -his purposes must be odious indeed, when he himself shrinks back -from them. The scene in which King John suggests to Hubert the -design of murdering his nephew is a master-piece of dramatic skill, -but it is still inferior, very inferior to the scene between Hubert and -Arthur, when the latter learns the orders to put out his eyes. If -any thing ever was penned, heart-piercing, mixing the extremes of -terror and pity, of that which shocks and that which soothes the -mind, it is this scene. We will give it entire, though perhaps it is -tasking the reader’s sympathy too much.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>‘<em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Hubert</span> <em>and Executioner</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Heat me these irons hot, and look you stand</div> - <div class='line'>Within the arras; when I strike my foot</div> - <div class='line'>Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth</div> - <div class='line'>And bind the boy, which you shall find with me,</div> - <div class='line'>Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Executioner.</em> I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Uncleanly scruples! fear not you; look to’t.—</div> - <div class='line'>Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Arthur</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Good morrow, Hubert.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Morrow, little Prince.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> As little prince (having so great a title</div> - <div class='line'>To be more prince) as may be. You are sad.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Indeed I have been merrier.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Mercy on me!</div> - <div class='line'>Methinks no body should be sad but I;</div> - <div class='line'>Yet I remember when I was in France,</div> - <div class='line'>Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,</div> - <div class='line'>Only for wantonness. By my Christendom,</div> - <div class='line'>So were I out of prison, and kept sheep,</div> - <div class='line'>I should be merry as the day is long.</div> - <div class='line'>And so I would be here, but that I doubt</div> - <div class='line'>My uncle practises more harm to me.</div> - <div class='line'>He is afraid of me, and I of him.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_308'>308</span>Is it my fault that I was Geoffrey’s son?</div> - <div class='line'>Indeed it is not, and I would to heav’n</div> - <div class='line'>I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> If I talk to him, with his innocent prate</div> - <div class='line'>He will awake my mercy, which lies dead;</div> - <div class='line'>Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Aside.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day?</div> - <div class='line'>In sooth, I would you were a little sick,</div> - <div class='line'>That I might sit all night and watch with you.</div> - <div class='line'>Alas, I love you more than you do me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> His words do take possession of my bosom.</div> - <div class='line'>Read here, young Arthur— <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Shewing a paper.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>How now, foolish rheum, <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Aside.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>Turning dis-piteous torture out of door!</div> - <div class='line'>I must be brief, lest resolution drop</div> - <div class='line'>Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.—</div> - <div class='line'>Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.</div> - <div class='line'>Must you with irons burn out both mine eyes?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Young boy, I must.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> And will you?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> And I will.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,</div> - <div class='line'>I knit my handkerchief about your brows,</div> - <div class='line'>(The best I had, a princess wrought it me)</div> - <div class='line'>And I did never ask it you again;</div> - <div class='line'>And with my hand at midnight held your head;</div> - <div class='line'>And like the watchful minutes to the hour,</div> - <div class='line'>Still and anon chear’d up the heavy time,</div> - <div class='line'>Saying, what lack you? and where lies your grief?</div> - <div class='line'>Or, what good love may I perform for you?</div> - <div class='line'>Many a poor man’s son would have lain still,</div> - <div class='line'>And ne’er have spoke a loving word to you;</div> - <div class='line'>But you at your sick service had a prince.</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,</div> - <div class='line'>And call it cunning. Do, and if you will:</div> - <div class='line'>If heav’n be pleas’d that you must use me ill,</div> - <div class='line'>Why then you must——Will you put out mine eyes?</div> - <div class='line'>These eyes, that never did, and never shall,</div> - <div class='line'>So much as frown on you?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> I’ve sworn to do it;</div> - <div class='line'>And with hot irons must I burn them out.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Oh if an angel should have come to me,</div> - <div class='line'>And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>I would not have believ’d a tongue but Hubert’s.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Come forth; do as I bid you. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Stamps, and the men enter.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> O save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out</div> - <div class='line'>Ev’n with the fierce looks of these bloody men.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_309'>309</span><em>Arthur.</em> Alas, what need you be so boist’rous rough?</div> - <div class='line'>I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.</div> - <div class='line'>For heav’n’s sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away,</div> - <div class='line'>And I will sit as quiet as a lamb:</div> - <div class='line'>I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor look upon the iron angrily:</div> - <div class='line'>Thrust but these men away, and I’ll forgive you,</div> - <div class='line'>Whatever torment you do put me to.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Go, stand within; let me alone with him.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Executioner.</em> I am best pleas’d to be from such a deed. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Exit.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Alas, I then have chid away my friend.</div> - <div class='line'>He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart;</div> - <div class='line'>Let him come back, that his compassion may</div> - <div class='line'>Give life to yours.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Come, boy, prepare yourself.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Is there no remedy?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> None, but to lose your eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> O heav’n! that there were but a mote in yours,</div> - <div class='line'>A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand’ring hair,</div> - <div class='line'>Any annoyance in that precious sense!</div> - <div class='line'>Then, feeling what small things are boist’rous there,</div> - <div class='line'>Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert;</div> - <div class='line'>Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,</div> - <div class='line'>So I may keep mine eyes. O spare mine eyes!</div> - <div class='line'>Though to no use, but still to look on you.</div> - <div class='line'>Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,</div> - <div class='line'>And would not harm me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> I can heat it, boy.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> No, in good sooth, the fire is dead with grief,</div> - <div class='line'>Being create for comfort, to be us’d</div> - <div class='line'>In undeserv’d extremes; see else yourself,</div> - <div class='line'>There is no malice in this burning coal;</div> - <div class='line'>The breath of heav’n hath blown its spirit out,</div> - <div class='line'>And strew’d repentant ashes on its head.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> But with my breath I can revive it, boy.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> All things that you shall use to do me wrong,</div> - <div class='line'>Deny their office; only you do lack</div> - <div class='line'>That mercy which fierce fire and iron extend,</div> - <div class='line'>Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes</div> - <div class='line'>For all the treasure that thine uncle owns:</div> - <div class='line'>Yet I am sworn, and I did purpose, boy,</div> - <div class='line'>With this same very iron to burn them out.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> O, now you look like Hubert. All this while</div> - <div class='line'>You were disguised.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Peace; no more. Adieu,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_310'>310</span>Your uncle must not know but you are dead.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll fill these dogged spies with false reports:</div> - <div class='line'>And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,</div> - <div class='line'>That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,</div> - <div class='line'>Will not offend thee.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Arthur.</em> O heav’n! I thank you, Hubert.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hubert.</em> Silence, no more; go closely in with me;</div> - <div class='line'>Much danger do I undergo for thee. <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Exeunt.</em>’<span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>His death afterwards, when he throws himself from his prison -walls, excites the utmost pity for his innocence and friendless situation, -and well justifies the exaggerated denunciations of Falconbridge to -Hubert, whom he suspects wrongfully of the deed.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell</div> - <div class='line'>As thou shalt be, if thou did’st kill this child.</div> - <div class='line'>—If thou did’st but consent</div> - <div class='line'>To this most cruel act, do but despair:</div> - <div class='line'>And if thou want’st a cord, the smallest thread</div> - <div class='line'>That ever spider twisted from her womb</div> - <div class='line'>Will strangle thee; a rush will be a beam</div> - <div class='line'>To hang thee on: or would’st thou drown thyself,</div> - <div class='line'>Put but a little water in a spoon,</div> - <div class='line'>And it shall be as all the ocean,</div> - <div class='line'>Enough to stifle such a villain up.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The excess of maternal tenderness, rendered desperate by the -fickleness of friends and the injustice of fortune, and made stronger -in will, in proportion to the want of all other power, was never more -finely expressed than in Constance. The dignity of her answer to -King Philip, when she refuses to accompany his messenger, ‘To me -and to the state of my great grief, let kings assemble,’ her indignant -reproach to Austria for deserting her cause, her invocation to death, -‘that love of misery,’ however fine and spirited, all yield to the beauty -of the passage, where, her passion subsiding into tenderness, she -addresses the Cardinal in these words:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh father Cardinal, I have heard you say</div> - <div class='line'>That we shall see and know our friends in heav’n:</div> - <div class='line'>If that be, I shall see my boy again,</div> - <div class='line'>For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,</div> - <div class='line'>To him that did but yesterday suspire,</div> - <div class='line'>There was not such a gracious creature born.</div> - <div class='line'>But now will canker-sorrow eat my bud,</div> - <div class='line'>And chase the native beauty from his cheek,</div> - <div class='line'>And he will look as hollow as a ghost,</div> - <div class='line'>As dim and meagre as an ague’s fit,</div> - <div class='line'>And so he’ll die; and rising so again,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_311'>311</span>When I shall meet him in the court of heav’n,</div> - <div class='line'>I shall not know him; therefore never, never</div> - <div class='line'>Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>K. Philip.</em> You are as fond of grief as of your child.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Constance.</em> Grief fills the room up of my absent child:</div> - <div class='line'>Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me;</div> - <div class='line'>Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,</div> - <div class='line'>Remembers me of all his gracious parts;</div> - <div class='line'>Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.</div> - <div class='line'>Then have I reason to be fond of grief.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The contrast between the mild resignation of Queen Katherine to her -own wrongs, and the wild, uncontroulable affliction of Constance -for the wrongs which she sustains as a mother, is no less naturally -conceived than it is ably sustained throughout these two wonderful -characters.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The accompaniment of the comic character of the Bastard was -well chosen to relieve the poignant agony of suffering, and the cold -cowardly policy of behaviour in the principal characters of this play. -Its spirit, invention, volubility of tongue and forwardness in action, -are unbounded. <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Aliquando sufflaminandus erat</span></i>, says Ben Jonson of -Shakespear. But we should be sorry if Ben Jonson had been his -licenser. We prefer the heedless magnanimity of his wit infinitely -to all Jonson’s laborious caution. The character of the Bastard’s -comic humour is the same in essence as that of other comic characters -in Shakespear; they always run on with good things and are never -exhausted; they are always daring and successful. They have words -at will, and a flow of wit like a flow of animal spirits. The difference -between Falconbridge and the others is that he is a soldier, and -brings his wit to bear upon action, is courageous with his sword as -well as tongue, and stimulates his gallantry by his jokes, his enemies -feeling the sharpness of his blows and the sting of his sarcasms at the -same time. Among his happiest sallies are his descanting on the -composition of his own person, his invective against ‘commodity, -tickling commodity,’ and his expression of contempt for the Archduke -of Austria, who had killed his father, which begins in jest but -ends in serious earnest. His conduct at the siege of Angiers shews -that his resources were not confined to verbal retorts.—The same -exposure of the policy of courts and camps, of kings, nobles, priests, -and cardinals, takes place here as in the other plays we have gone -through, and we shall not go into a disgusting repetition.</p> - -<p class='c000'>This, like the other plays taken from English history, is written -in a remarkably smooth and flowing style, very different from some -of the tragedies, <cite>Macbeth</cite>, for instance. The passages consist of a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_312'>312</span>series of single lines, not running into one another. This peculiarity -in the versification, which is most common in the three parts of -<cite>Henry VI.</cite> has been assigned as a reason why those plays were not -written by Shakespear. But the same structure of verse occurs in -his other undoubted plays, as in <cite>Richard II.</cite> and in <span class='sc'>King John</span>. -The following are instances:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘That daughter there of Spain, the lady Blanch,</div> - <div class='line'>Is near to England; look upon the years</div> - <div class='line'>Of Lewis the dauphin, and that lovely maid.</div> - <div class='line'>If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,</div> - <div class='line'>Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?</div> - <div class='line'>If zealous love should go in search of virtue,</div> - <div class='line'>Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?</div> - <div class='line'>If love ambitious sought a match of birth,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose veins bound richer blood than lady Blanch?</div> - <div class='line'>Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,</div> - <div class='line'>Is the young dauphin every way complete:</div> - <div class='line'>If not complete of, say he is not she;</div> - <div class='line'>And she again wants nothing, to name want,</div> - <div class='line'>If want it be not, that she is not he.</div> - <div class='line'>He is the half part of a blessed man,</div> - <div class='line'>Left to be finished by such as she;</div> - <div class='line'>And she a fair divided excellence,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.</div> - <div class='line'>O, two such silver currents, when they join,</div> - <div class='line'>Do glorify the banks that bound them in:</div> - <div class='line'>And two such shores to two such streams made one,</div> - <div class='line'>Two such controuling bounds, shall you be, kings,</div> - <div class='line'>To these two princes, if you marry them.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Another instance, which is certainly very happy as an example -of the simple enumeration of a number of particulars, is Salisbury’s -remonstrance against the second crowning of the king.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Therefore to be possessed with double pomp,</div> - <div class='line'>To guard a title that was rich before;</div> - <div class='line'>To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,</div> - <div class='line'>To throw a perfume on the violet,</div> - <div class='line'>To smooth the ice, to add another hue</div> - <div class='line'>Unto the rainbow, or with taper light</div> - <div class='line'>To seek the beauteous eye of heav’n to garnish;</div> - <div class='line'>Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_313'>313</span> - <h3 class='c010'>TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>This is justly considered as one of the most delightful of Shakespear’s -comedies. It is full of sweetness and pleasantry. It is perhaps too -good-natured for comedy. It has little satire, and no spleen. It -aims at the ludicrous rather than the ridiculous. It makes us laugh -at the follies of mankind, not despise them, and still less bear any -ill-will towards them. Shakespear’s comic genius resembles the bee -rather in its power of extracting sweets from weeds or poisons, than -in leaving a sting behind it. He gives the most amusing exaggeration -of the prevailing foibles of his characters, but in a way that they -themselves, instead of being offended at, would almost join in to -humour; he rather contrives opportunities for them to shew themselves -off in the happiest lights, than renders them contemptible in -the perverse construction of the wit or malice of others.—There is -a certain stage of society in which people become conscious of their -peculiarities and absurdities, affect to disguise what they are, and set -up pretensions to what they are not. This gives rise to a corresponding -style of comedy, the object of which is to detect the disguises -of self-love, and to make reprisals on these preposterous assumptions -of vanity, by marking the contrast between the real and the affected -character as severely as possible, and denying to those, who would -impose on us for what they are not, even the merit which they have. -This is the comedy of artificial life, of wit and satire, such as we -see it in Congreve, Wycherley, Vanbrugh, etc. To this succeeds -a state of society from which the same sort of affectation and pretence -are banished by a greater knowledge of the world or by their successful -exposure on the stage; and which by neutralising the materials -of comic character, both natural and artificial, leaves no comedy at -all—but <em>the sentimental</em>. Such is our modern comedy. There is a -period in the progress of manners anterior to both these, in which -the foibles and follies of individuals are of nature’s planting, not the -growth of art or study; in which they are therefore unconscious of -them themselves, or care not who knows them, if they can but have -their whim out; and in which, as there is no attempt at imposition, -the spectators rather receive pleasure from humouring the inclinations -of the persons they laugh at, than wish to give them pain by exposing -their absurdity. This may be called the comedy of nature, and it is -the comedy which we generally find in Shakespear.—Whether the -analysis here given be just or not, the spirit of his comedies is evidently -<span class='pageno' id='Page_314'>314</span>quite distinct from that of the authors above mentioned, as it is in its -essence the same with that of Cervantes, and also very frequently of -Molière, though he was more systematic in his extravagance than -Shakespear. Shakespear’s comedy is of a pastoral and poetical cast. -Folly is indigenous to the soil, and shoots out with native, happy, -unchecked luxuriance. Absurdity has every encouragement afforded -it; and nonsense has room to flourish in. Nothing is stunted by the -churlish, icy hand of indifference or severity. The poet runs riot in -a conceit, and idolises a quibble. His whole object is to turn the -meanest or rudest objects to a pleasurable account. The relish which -he has of a pun, or of the quaint humour of a low character, does not -interfere with the delight with which he describes a beautiful image, -or the most refined love. The clown’s forced jests do not spoil the -sweetness of the character of Viola; the same house is big enough to -hold Malvolio, the Countess, Maria, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew -Ague-cheek. For instance, nothing can fall much lower than this -last character in intellect or morals: yet how are his weaknesses -nursed and dandled by Sir Toby into something ‘high fantastical,’ -when on Sir Andrew’s commendation of himself for dancing and -fencing, Sir Toby answers—‘Wherefore are these things hid? -Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? Are they like to -take dust like mistress Moll’s picture? Why dost thou not go to -church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk -should be a jig! I would not so much as make water but in a -cinque-pace. What dost thou mean? Is this a world to hide virtues -in? I did think by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was -framed under the star of a galliard!’—How Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, -and the Clown afterwards <em>chirp over their cups</em>, how they ‘rouse the -night-owl in a catch, able to draw three souls out of one weaver!’ -What can be better than Sir Toby’s unanswerable answer to Malvolio, -‘Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more -cakes and ale?’—In a word, the best turn is given to every thing, -instead of the worst. There is a constant infusion of the romantic -and enthusiastic, in proportion as the characters are natural and -sincere: whereas, in the more artificial style of comedy, every thing -gives way to ridicule and indifference, there being nothing left but -affectation on one side, and incredulity on the other.—Much as we -like Shakespear’s comedies, we cannot agree with Dr. Johnson that -they are better than his tragedies; nor do we like them half so well. -If his inclination to comedy sometimes led him to trifle with the -seriousness of tragedy, the poetical and impassioned passages are the -best parts of his comedies. The great and secret charm of <span class='sc'>Twelfth -Night</span> is the character of Viola. Much as we like catches and cakes -<span class='pageno' id='Page_315'>315</span>and ale, there is something that we like better. We have a friendship -for Sir Toby; we patronise Sir Andrew; we have an understanding -with the Clown, a sneaking kindness for Maria and her rogueries; we -feel a regard for Malvolio, and sympathise with his gravity, his smiles, -his cross garters, his yellow stockings, and imprisonment in the stocks. -But there is something that excites in us a stronger feeling than all -this—it is Viola’s confession of her love.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Duke.</em> What’s her history?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Viola.</em> <em>A blank, my lord, she never told her love</em>:</div> - <div class='line'>She let concealment, like a worm i’ th’ bud,</div> - <div class='line'>Feed on her damask cheek: she pin’d in thought,</div> - <div class='line'>And with a green and yellow melancholy,</div> - <div class='line'>She sat like Patience on a monument,</div> - <div class='line'>Smiling at grief. <em>Was not this love indeed?</em></div> - <div class='line'>We men may say more, swear more, but indeed,</div> - <div class='line'>Our shews are more than will; for still we prove</div> - <div class='line'>Much in our vows, but little in our love.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Duke.</em> But died thy sister of her love, my boy?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Viola.</em> I am all the daughters of my father’s house,</div> - <div class='line'>And all the brothers too;—and yet I know not.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Shakespear alone could describe the effect of his own poetry.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh, it came o’er the ear like the sweet south</div> - <div class='line'>That breathes upon a bank of violets,</div> - <div class='line'>Stealing and giving odour.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>What we so much admire here is not the image of Patience on a -monument, which has been generally quoted, but the lines before and -after it. ‘They give a very echo to the seat where love is throned.’ -How long ago it is since we first learnt to repeat them; and still, still -they vibrate on the heart, like the sounds which the passing wind -draws from the trembling strings of a harp left on some desert shore! -There are other passages of not less impassioned sweetness. Such is -Olivia’s address to Sebastian, whom she supposes to have already -deceived her in a promise of marriage.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean well,</div> - <div class='line'>Now go with me and with this holy man</div> - <div class='line'>Into the chantry by: there before him,</div> - <div class='line'>And underneath that consecrated roof,</div> - <div class='line'>Plight me the full assurance of your faith,</div> - <div class='line'><em>That my most jealous and too doubtful soul</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>May live at peace</em>.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We have already said something of Shakespear’s songs. One of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_316'>316</span>the most beautiful of them occurs in this play, with a preface of his -own to it.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Duke.</em> O fellow, come, the song we had last night.</div> - <div class='line'>Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;</div> - <div class='line'>The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,</div> - <div class='line'>And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,</div> - <div class='line'>Do use to chaunt it: it is silly sooth,</div> - <div class='line'>And dallies with the innocence of love,</div> - <div class='line'>Like the old age.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'>SONG.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>Come away, come away, death,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And in sad cypress let me be laid;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Fly away, fly away, breath;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I am slain by a fair cruel maid.</div> - <div class='line in2'>My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,</div> - <div class='line in8'>O prepare it;</div> - <div class='line in2'>My part of death no one so true</div> - <div class='line in8'>Did share it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>Not a flower, not a flower sweet,</div> - <div class='line in2'>On my black coffin let there be strewn;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Not a friend, not a friend greet</div> - <div class='line in2'>My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:</div> - <div class='line in4'>A thousand thousand sighs to save,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Lay me, O! where</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sad true-love never find my grave,</div> - <div class='line in8'>To weep there.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Who after this will say that Shakespear’s genius was only fitted for -comedy? Yet after reading other parts of this play, and particularly -the garden-scene where Malvolio picks up the letter, if we were to -say that his genius for comedy was less than his genius for tragedy, -it would perhaps only prove that our own taste in such matters is more -saturnine than mercurial.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div>‘<em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Here comes the little villain:—How now, my nettle of India?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Maria.</em> Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio’s coming down -this walk: he has been yonder i’ the sun, practising behaviour to his own -shadow this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I know -this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of -jesting! Lie thou there; for here come’s the trout that must be caught -with tickling.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>[<em>They hide themselves. Maria throws down a letter, and Exit.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_317'>317</span><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Malvolio</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> ’Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did -affect me; and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, -it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more -exalted respect than any one else that follows her. What should I think on’t?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Here’s an over-weening rogue!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Fabian.</em> O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; -how he jets under his advanced plumes!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Andrew.</em> ‘Slight, I could so beat the rogue:—</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Peace, I say.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> To be count Malvolio;—</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Ah, rogue!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Andrew.</em> Pistol him, pistol him.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Peace, peace!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> There is example for’t; the lady of the Strachy married the -yeoman of the wardrobe.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Andrew.</em> Fie on him, Jezebel!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Fabian.</em> O, peace! now he’s deeply in; look, how imagination blows him.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> Having been three months married to her, sitting in my chair -of state,——</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> O for a stone bow, to hit him in the eye!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> Calling my officers about me, in my branch’d velvet gown; -having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Fire and brimstone!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Fabian.</em> O peace, peace!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure -travel of regard,——telling them, I know my place, as I would they should -do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby.——</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Bolts and shackles!</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Fabian.</em> O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him; -I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some -rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> Shall this fellow live?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Fabian.</em> Though our silence be drawn from us with cares, yet peace.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile -with an austere regard to controul.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the lips then?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> Saying—Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your -niece, give me this prerogative of speech;—</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Toby.</em> What, what?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> You must amend your drunkenness.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Fabian.</em> Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish -knight—</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Andrew.</em> That’s me, I warrant you.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> One Sir Andrew——</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Sir Andrew.</em> I knew, ’twas I; for many do call me fool.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Malvolio.</em> What employment have we here? <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>Taking up the letter.</em>’<span class='hidev'>|</span></span></p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_318'>318</span>The letter and his comments on it are equally good. If poor -Malvolio’s treatment afterwards is a little hard, poetical justice is done -in the uneasiness which Olivia suffers on account of her mistaken -attachment to Cesario, as her insensibility to the violence of the -Duke’s passion is atoned for by the discovery of Viola’s concealed -love of him.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA</h3> - -<p class='c011'>This is little more than the first outlines of a comedy loosely sketched -in. It is the story of a novel dramatised with very little labour or -pretension; yet there are passages of high poetical spirit, and of -inimitable quaintness of humour, which are undoubtedly Shakespear’s, -and there is throughout the conduct of the fable a careless grace and -felicity which marks it for his. One of the editors (we believe Mr. -Pope) remarks in a marginal note to the <span class='sc'>Two Gentlemen of Verona</span>—</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘It is observable (I know not for what cause) that the style of this -comedy is less figurative, and more natural and unaffected than the greater -part of this author’s, though supposed to be one of the first he wrote.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Yet so little does the editor appear to have made up his mind upon -this subject, that we find the following note to the very next (the -second) scene.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘This whole scene, like many others in these plays (some of which I -believe were written by Shakespear, and others interpolated by the players) -is composed of the lowest and most trifling conceits, to be accounted for -only by the gross taste of the age he lived in: <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Populo ut placerent</span></i>. I wish -I had authority to leave them out, but I have done all I could, set a mark -of reprobation upon them, throughout this edition.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>It is strange that our fastidious critic should fall so soon from praising -to reprobating. The style of the familiar parts of this comedy is -indeed made up of conceits—low they may be for what we know, -but then they are not poor, but rich ones. The scene of Launce -with his dog (not that in the second, but that in the fourth act) is a -perfect treat in the way of farcical drollery and invention; nor do -we think Speed’s manner of proving his master to be in love deficient -in wit or sense, though the style may be criticised as not simple -enough for the modern taste.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Valentine.</em> Why, how know you that I am in love?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Speed.</em> Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like -Sir Protheus, to wreathe your arms like a malcontent, to relish a love-song -<span class='pageno' id='Page_319'>319</span>like a robin-red-breast, to walk alone like one that had the pestilence, to -sigh like a school-boy that had lost his ABC, to weep like a young wench -that had buried her grandam, to fast like one that takes diet, to watch like -one that fears robbing, to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas. You -were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to -walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; -when you looked sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphosed -with a mistress, that when I look on you, I can hardly think -you my master.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The tender scenes in this play, though not so highly wrought as in -some others, have often much sweetness of sentiment and expression. -There is something pretty and playful in the conversation of Julia -with her maid, when she shews such a disposition to coquetry about -receiving the letter from Protheus; and her behaviour afterwards and -her disappointment, when she finds him faithless to his vows, remind -us at a distance of Imogen’s tender constancy. Her answer to -Lucetta, who advises her against following her lover in disguise, is a -beautiful piece of poetry.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Lucetta.</em> I do not seek to quench your love’s hot fire,</div> - <div class='line'>But qualify the fire’s extremest rage,</div> - <div class='line'>Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Julia.</em> The more thou damm’st it up, the more it burns;</div> - <div class='line'>The current that with gentle murmur glides,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou know’st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth rage;</div> - <div class='line'>But when his fair course is not hindered,</div> - <div class='line'>He makes sweet music with th’ enamell’d stones,</div> - <div class='line'>Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge</div> - <div class='line'>He overtaketh in his pilgrimage:</div> - <div class='line'>And so by many winding nooks he strays,</div> - <div class='line'>With willing sport, to the wild ocean.<a id='r70' /><a href='#f70' class='c012'><sup>[70]</sup></a></div> - <div class='line'>Then let me go, and hinder not my course;</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll be as patient as a gentle stream,</div> - <div class='line'>And make a pastime of each weary step,</div> - <div class='line'>Till the last step have brought me to my love;</div> - <div class='line'>And there I’ll rest, as after much turmoil,</div> - <div class='line'>A blessed soul doth in Elysium.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>If Shakespear indeed had written only this and other passages in the -<span class='sc'>Two Gentlemen of Verona</span>, he would <em>almost</em> have deserved Milton’s -praise of him—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And sweetest Shakespear, Fancy’s child,</div> - <div class='line'>Warbles his native wood-notes wild.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>But as it is, he deserves rather more praise than this.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_320'>320</span> - <h3 class='c010'>THE MERCHANT OF VENICE</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>This is a play that in spite of the change of manners and prejudices -still holds undisputed possession of the stage. Shakespear’s malignant -has outlived Mr. Cumberland’s benevolent Jew. In proportion as -Shylock has ceased to be a popular bugbear, ‘baited with the rabble’s -curse,’ he becomes a half-favourite with the philosophical part of the -audience, who are disposed to think that Jewish revenge is at least as -good as Christian injuries. Shylock is <em>a good hater</em>; ‘a man no less -sinned against than sinning.’ If he carries his revenge too far, yet -he has strong grounds for ‘the lodged hate he bears Anthonio,’ which -he explains with equal force of eloquence and reason. He seems the -depositary of the vengeance of his race; and though the long habit of -brooding over daily insults and injuries has crusted over his temper -with inveterate misanthropy, and hardened him against the contempt -of mankind, this adds but little to the triumphant pretensions of his -enemies. There is a strong, quick, and deep sense of justice mixed -up with the gall and bitterness of his resentment. The constant -apprehension of being burnt alive, plundered, banished, reviled, and -trampled on, might be supposed to sour the most forbearing nature, -and to take something from that ‘milk of human kindness,’ with -which his persecutors contemplated his indignities. The desire of -revenge is almost inseparable from the sense of wrong; and we can -hardly help sympathising with the proud spirit, hid beneath his -‘Jewish gaberdine,’ stung to madness by repeated undeserved provocations, -and labouring to throw off the load of obloquy and -oppression heaped upon him and all his tribe by one desperate act of -‘lawful’ revenge, till the ferociousness of the means by which he is -to execute his purpose, and the pertinacity with which he adheres to -it, turn us against him; but even at last, when disappointed of the -sanguinary revenge with which he had glutted his hopes, and exposed -to beggary and contempt by the letter of the law on which he had -insisted with so little remorse, we pity him, and think him hardly -dealt with by his judges. In all his answers and retorts upon his -adversaries, he has the best not only of the argument but of the question, -reasoning on their own principles and practice. They are so far -from allowing of any measure of equal dealing, of common justice or -humanity between themselves and the Jew, that even when they come -to ask a favour of him, and Shylock reminds them that ‘on such a -day they spit upon him, another spurned him, another called him dog, -and for these curtesies request he’ll lend them so much monies’—Anthonio, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_321'>321</span>his old enemy, instead of any acknowledgment of the -shrewdness and justice of his remonstrance, which would have been -preposterous in a respectable Catholic merchant in those times, -threatens him with a repetition of the same treatment—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I am as like to call thee so again,</div> - <div class='line'>To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>After this, the appeal to the Jew’s mercy, as if there were any -common principle of right and wrong between them, is the rankest -hypocrisy, or the blindest prejudice; and the Jew’s answer to one of -Anthonio’s friends, who asks him what his pound of forfeit flesh is -good for, is irresistible—</p> - -<p class='c016'>To bait fish withal; if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -He hath disgrac’d me, and hinder’d me of half a million, laughed at my -losses, mock’d at my gains, scorn’d my nation, thwarted my bargains, -cool’d my friends, heated mine enemies; and what’s his reason? I am -a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes; hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, -senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same -weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed -and cooled by the same winter and summer that a Christian is? If you -prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you -poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? -If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew -wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong -a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why revenge. -The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will -better the instruction.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The whole of the trial-scene, both before and after the entrance of -Portia, is a master-piece of dramatic skill. The legal acuteness, the -passionate declamations, the sound maxims of jurisprudence, the wit -and irony interspersed in it, the fluctuations of hope and fear in the -different persons, and the completeness and suddenness of the catastrophe, -cannot be surpassed. Shylock, who is his own counsel, -defends himself well, and is triumphant on all the general topics that -are urged against him, and only fails through a legal flaw. Take the -following as an instance:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Shylock.</em> What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?</div> - <div class='line'>You have among you many a purchas’d slave,</div> - <div class='line'>Which like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,</div> - <div class='line'>You use in abject and in slavish part,</div> - <div class='line'>Because you bought them:—shall I say to you,</div> - <div class='line'>Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?</div> - <div class='line'>Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds</div> - <div class='line'>Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_322'>322</span>Be season’d with such viands? you will answer,</div> - <div class='line'>The slaves are ours:—so do I answer you:</div> - <div class='line'>The pound of flesh, which I demand of him,</div> - <div class='line'>Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it:</div> - <div class='line'>If you deny me, fie upon your law!</div> - <div class='line'>There is no force in the decrees of Venice:</div> - <div class='line'>I stand for judgment: answer; shall I have it?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The keenness of his revenge awakes all his faculties; and he beats -back all opposition to his purpose, whether grave or gay, whether of -wit or argument, with an equal degree of earnestness and self-possession. -His character is displayed as distinctly in other less -prominent parts of the play, and we may collect from a few sentences -the history of his life—his descent and origin, his thrift and domestic -economy, his affection for his daughter, whom he loves next to his -wealth, his courtship and his first present to Leah, his wife! ‘I -would not have parted with it’ (the ring which he first gave her) -‘for a wilderness of monkies!’ What a fine Hebraism is implied in -this expression!</p> - -<p class='c000'>Portia is not a very great favourite with us; neither are we in love -with her maid, Nerissa. Portia has a certain degree of affectation -and pedantry about her, which is very unusual in Shakespear’s -women, but which perhaps was a proper qualification for the office -of a ‘civil doctor,’ which she undertakes and executes so successfully. -The speech about Mercy is very well; but there are a thousand finer -ones in Shakespear. We do not admire the scene of the caskets: -and object entirely to the Black Prince, Morocchius. We should -like Jessica better if she had not deceived and robbed her father, and -Lorenzo, if he had not married a Jewess, though he thinks he -has a right to wrong a Jew. The dialogue between this newly-married -couple by moonlight, beginning ‘On such a night,’ etc. is a -collection of classical elegancies. Launcelot, the Jew’s man, is an -honest fellow. The dilemma in which he describes himself placed -between his ‘conscience and the fiend,’ the one of which advises him -to run away from his master’s service and the other to stay in it, is -exquisitely humourous.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Gratiano is a very admirable subordinate character. He is the -jester of the piece: yet one speech of his, in his own defence, contains -a whole volume of wisdom.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Anthonio.</em> I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,</div> - <div class='line'>A stage, where every one must play his part;</div> - <div class='line'>And mine a sad one.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gratiano.</em> Let me play the fool:</div> - <div class='line'>With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_323'>323</span>And let my liver rather heat with wine,</div> - <div class='line'>Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.</div> - <div class='line'>Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,</div> - <div class='line'>Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?</div> - <div class='line'>Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice</div> - <div class='line'>By being peevish? I tell thee what, Anthonio—</div> - <div class='line'>I love thee, and it is my love that speaks;—</div> - <div class='line'>There are a sort of men, whose visages</div> - <div class='line'>Do cream and mantle like a standing pond:</div> - <div class='line'>And do a wilful stillness entertain,</div> - <div class='line'>With purpose to be drest in an opinion</div> - <div class='line'>Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;</div> - <div class='line'>As who should say, <em>I am Sir Oracle,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark</em>!</div> - <div class='line'>O, my Anthonio, I do know of these,</div> - <div class='line'>That therefore only are reputed wise,</div> - <div class='line'>For saying nothing; who, I am very sure,</div> - <div class='line'>If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,</div> - <div class='line'>Which hearing them, would call their brothers, fools.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll tell thee more of this another time:</div> - <div class='line'>But fish not with this melancholy bait,</div> - <div class='line'>For this fool’s gudgeon, this opinion,’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Gratiano’s speech on the philosophy of love, and the effect of habit -in taking off the force of passion, is as full of spirit and good sense. -The graceful winding up of this play in the fifth act, after the tragic -business is despatched, is one of the happiest instances of Shakespear’s -knowledge of the principles of the drama. We do not mean the -pretended quarrel between Portia and Nerissa and their husbands -about the rings, which is amusing enough, but the conversation just -before and after the return of Portia to her own house, beginning -‘How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank,’ and ending ‘Peace! -how the moon sleeps with Endymion, and would not be awaked.’ -There is a number of beautiful thoughts crowded into that short -space, and linked together by the most natural transitions.</p> - -<p class='c000'>When we first went to see Mr. Kean in Shylock, we expected to -see, what we had been used to see, a decrepid old man, bent with -age and ugly with mental deformity, grinning with deadly malice, -with the venom of his heart congealed in the expression of his countenance, -sullen, morose, gloomy, inflexible, brooding over one idea, -that of his hatred, and fixed on one unalterable purpose, that of his -revenge. We were disappointed, because we had taken our idea from -other actors, not from the play. There is no proof there that -Shylock is old, but a single line, ‘Bassanio and <em>old</em> Shylock, both -stand forth,’—which does not imply that he is infirm with age—and -the circumstance that he has a daughter marriageable, which does -<span class='pageno' id='Page_324'>324</span>not imply that he is old at all. It would be too much to say that -his body should be made crooked and deformed to answer to his -mind, which is bowed down and warped with prejudices and passion. -That he has but one idea, is not true; he has more ideas than any -other person in the piece; and if he is intense and inveterate in the -pursuit of his purpose, he shews the utmost elasticity, vigour, and -presence of mind, in the means of attaining it. But so rooted was -our habitual impression of the part from seeing it caricatured in the -representation, that it was only from a careful perusal of the play itself -that we saw our error. The stage is not in general the best place to -study our author’s characters in. It is too often filled with traditional -common-place conceptions of the part, handed down from sire to son, -and suited to the taste of <em>the great vulgar and the small</em>.—‘’Tis an -unweeded garden: things rank and gross do merely gender in it!’ -If a man of genius comes once in an age to clear away the rubbish, -to make it fruitful and wholesome, they cry, ‘’Tis a bad school: it -may be like nature, it may be like Shakespear, but it is not like us.’ -Admirable critics!</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE WINTER’S TALE</h3> - -<p class='c011'>We wonder that Mr. Pope should have entertained doubts of the -genuineness of this play. He was, we suppose, shocked (as a certain -critic suggests) at the Chorus, Time, leaping over sixteen years with -his crutch between the third and fourth act, and at Antigonus’s -landing with the infant Perdita on the sea-coast of Bohemia. These -slips or blemishes however do not prove it not to be Shakespear’s; -for he was as likely to fall into them as any body; but we do not -know any body but himself who could produce the beauties. The -<em>stuff</em> of which the tragic passion is composed, the romantic sweetness, -the comic humour, are evidently his. Even the crabbed and -tortuous style of the speeches of Leontes, reasoning on his own -jealousy, beset with doubts and fears, and entangled more and more -in the thorny labyrinth, bears every mark of Shakespear’s peculiar -manner of conveying the painful struggle of different thoughts and -feelings, labouring for utterance, and almost strangled in the birth. -For instance:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Ha’ not you seen, Camillo?</div> - <div class='line'>(But that’s past doubt; you have, or your eye-glass</div> - <div class='line'>Is thicker than a cuckold’s horn) or heard,</div> - <div class='line'>(For to a vision so apparent, rumour</div> - <div class='line'>Cannot be mute) or thought (for cogitation</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_325'>325</span>Resides not within man that does not think)</div> - <div class='line'>My wife is slippery? If thou wilt, confess,</div> - <div class='line'>Or else be impudently negative,</div> - <div class='line'>To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought.’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Here Leontes is confounded with his passion, and does not know -which way to turn himself, to give words to the anguish, rage, and -apprehension, which tug at his breast. It is only as he is worked up -into a clearer conviction of his wrongs by insisting on the grounds of -his unjust suspicions to Camillo, who irritates him by his opposition, -that he bursts out into the following vehement strain of bitter indignation: -yet even here his passion staggers, and is as it were oppressed -with its own intensity.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Is whispering nothing?</div> - <div class='line'>Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?</div> - <div class='line'>Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career</div> - <div class='line'>Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible</div> - <div class='line'>Of breaking honesty!) horsing foot on foot?</div> - <div class='line'>Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?</div> - <div class='line'>Hours, minutes? the noon, midnight? and all eyes</div> - <div class='line'>Blind with the pin and web, but theirs; theirs only,</div> - <div class='line'>That would, unseen, be wicked? is this nothing?</div> - <div class='line'>Why then the world, and all that’s in’t, is nothing,</div> - <div class='line'>The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia’s nothing,</div> - <div class='line'>My wife is nothing!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The character of Hermione is as much distinguished by its saintlike -resignation and patient forbearance, as that of Paulina is by her -zealous and spirited remonstrances against the injustice done to the -queen, and by her devoted attachment to her misfortunes. Hermione’s -restoration to her husband and her child, after her long -separation from them, is as affecting in itself as it is striking in the -representation. Camillo, and the old shepherd and his son, are -subordinate but not uninteresting instruments in the developement of -the plot, and though last, not least, comes Autolycus, a very pleasant, -thriving rogue; and (what is the best feather in the cap of all knavery) -he escapes with impunity in the end.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>The Winter’s Tale</span> is one of the best-acting of our author’s plays. -We remember seeing it with great pleasure many years ago. It was -on the night that King took leave of the stage, when he and Mrs. -Jordan played together in the after-piece of the Wedding-day. -Nothing could go off with more <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">éclat</span></i>, with more spirit, and grandeur -of effect. Mrs. Siddons played Hermione, and in the last scene -acted the painted statue to the life—with true monumental dignity -and noble passion; Mr. Kemble, in Leontes, worked himself up into -<span class='pageno' id='Page_326'>326</span>a very fine classical phrensy; and Bannister, as Autolycus, roared as -loud for pity as a sturdy beggar could do who felt none of the pain -he counterfeited, and was sound of wind and limb. We shall never -see these parts so acted again; or if we did, it would be in vain. -Actors grow old, or no longer surprise us by their novelty. But true -poetry, like nature, is always young; and we still read the courtship -of Florizel and Perdita, as we welcome the return of spring, with the -same feelings as ever.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Florizel.</em> Thou dearest Perdita,</div> - <div class='line'>With these forc’d thoughts, I pr’ythee, darken not</div> - <div class='line'>The mirth o’ the feast: or, I’ll be thine, my fair,</div> - <div class='line'>Or not my father’s: for I cannot be</div> - <div class='line'>Mine own, nor any thing to any, if</div> - <div class='line'>I be not thine. To this I am most constant,</div> - <div class='line'>Tho’ destiny say, No. Be merry, gentle;</div> - <div class='line'>Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing</div> - <div class='line'>That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:</div> - <div class='line'>Lift up your countenance; as it were the day</div> - <div class='line'>Of celebration of that nuptial, which</div> - <div class='line'>We two have sworn shall come.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> O lady fortune,</div> - <div class='line'>Stand you auspicious!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><em>Enter Shepherd, Clown</em>, <span class='sc'>Mopsa</span>, <span class='sc'>Dorcas</span>, <em>Servants; with</em> <span class='sc'>Polixenes</span>, <em>and</em> <span class='sc'>Camillo</span>, <em>disguised</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Florizel.</em> See, your guests approach.</div> - <div class='line'>Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,</div> - <div class='line'>And let’s be red with mirth.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Shepherd.</em> Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv’d, upon</div> - <div class='line'>This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook;</div> - <div class='line'>Both dame and servant: welcom’d all, serv’d all:</div> - <div class='line'>Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now here</div> - <div class='line'>At upper end o’ the table, now i’ the middle:</div> - <div class='line'>On his shoulder, and his: her face o’ fire</div> - <div class='line'>With labour; and the thing she took to quench it</div> - <div class='line'>She would to each one sip. You are retir’d,</div> - <div class='line'>As if you were a feasted one, and not</div> - <div class='line'>The hostess of the meeting. Pray you, bid</div> - <div class='line'>These unknown friends to us welcome; for it is</div> - <div class='line'>A way to make us better friends, more known.</div> - <div class='line'>Come, quench your blushes; and present yourself</div> - <div class='line'>That which you are, mistress o’ the feast. Come on,</div> - <div class='line'>And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,</div> - <div class='line'>As your good flock shall prosper.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> Sir, welcome! <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Polixenes and Camillo.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>It is my father’s will I should take on me</div> - <div class='line'>The hostess-ship o’ the day: you’re welcome, sir!</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_327'>327</span>Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.—Reverend sirs,</div> - <div class='line'>For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep</div> - <div class='line'>Seeming, and savour, all the winter long:</div> - <div class='line'>Grace and remembrance be unto you both,</div> - <div class='line'>And welcome to our shearing!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Polixenes.</em> Shepherdess,</div> - <div class='line'>(A fair one are you) well you fit our ages</div> - <div class='line'>With flowers of winter.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> Sir, the year growing ancient,</div> - <div class='line'>Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth</div> - <div class='line'>Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o’ the season</div> - <div class='line'>Are our carnations, and streak’d gilly-flowers,</div> - <div class='line'>Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind</div> - <div class='line'>Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not</div> - <div class='line'>To get slips of them.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Polixenes.</em> Wherefore, gentle maiden,</div> - <div class='line'>Do you neglect them?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> For I have heard it said</div> - <div class='line'>There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares</div> - <div class='line'>With great creating nature.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Polixenes.</em> Say, there be:</div> - <div class='line'>Yet nature is made better by no mean,</div> - <div class='line'>But nature makes that mean: so, o’er that art</div> - <div class='line'>Which you say, adds to nature, is an art</div> - <div class='line'>That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry</div> - <div class='line'>A gentler scyon to the wildest stock;</div> - <div class='line'>And make conceive a bark of baser kind</div> - <div class='line'>By bud of nobler race. This is an art</div> - <div class='line'>Which does mend nature, change it rather: but</div> - <div class='line'>The art itself is nature.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> So it is.<a id='r71' /><a href='#f71' class='c012'><sup>[71]</sup></a></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Polixenes.</em> Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers,</div> - <div class='line'>And do not call them bastards.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> I’ll not put</div> - <div class='line'>The dibble in earth, to set one slip of them;<a href='#f71' class='c012'><sup>[71]</sup></a></div> - <div class='line'>No more than, were I painted, I would wish</div> - <div class='line'>This youth should say, ‘twere well; and only therefore</div> - <div class='line'>Desire to breed by me.—Here’s flowers for you;</div> - <div class='line'>Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;</div> - <div class='line'>The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,</div> - <div class='line'>And with him rises, weeping: these are flowers</div> - <div class='line'>Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given</div> - <div class='line'>To men of middle age. You are very welcome.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Camillo.</em> I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,</div> - <div class='line'>And only live by gazing.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> Out, alas!</div> - <div class='line'>You’d be so lean, that blasts of January</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_328'>328</span>Would blow you through and through. Now my fairest friends,</div> - <div class='line'>I would I had some flowers o’ the spring, that might</div> - <div class='line'>Become your time of day; and your’s, and your’s,</div> - <div class='line'>That wear upon your virgin branches yet</div> - <div class='line'>Your maiden-heads growing: O Proserpina,</div> - <div class='line'>For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let’st fall</div> - <div class='line'>From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,</div> - <div class='line'>That come before the swallow dares, and take</div> - <div class='line'>The winds of March with beauty: violets dim,</div> - <div class='line'>But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses,</div> - <div class='line'>That die unmarried, ere they can behold</div> - <div class='line'>Bright Phœbus in his strength (a malady</div> - <div class='line'>Most incident to maids); bold oxlips, and</div> - <div class='line'>The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,</div> - <div class='line'>The fleur-de-lis being one! O, these I lack</div> - <div class='line'>To make you garlands of; and my sweet friend</div> - <div class='line'>To strow him o’er and o’er.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Florizel.</em> What, like a corse?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on;</div> - <div class='line'>Not like a corse; or if—not to be buried,</div> - <div class='line'>But quick, and in mine arms. Come take your flowers;</div> - <div class='line'>Methinks, I play as I have seen them do</div> - <div class='line'>In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine</div> - <div class='line'>Does change my disposition.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Florizel.</em> What you do,</div> - <div class='line'>Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>I’d have you do it ever: when you sing,</div> - <div class='line'>I’d have you buy and sell so; so, give alms;</div> - <div class='line'>Pray, so; and for the ordering your affairs,</div> - <div class='line'>To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you</div> - <div class='line'>A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do</div> - <div class='line'>Nothing but that: move still, still so,</div> - <div class='line'>And own no other function. Each your doing,</div> - <div class='line'>So singular in each particular,</div> - <div class='line'>Crowns what you’re doing in the present deeds,</div> - <div class='line'>That all your acts are queens.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> O Doricles,</div> - <div class='line'>Your praises are too large; but that your youth</div> - <div class='line'>And the true blood, which peeps forth fairly through it,</div> - <div class='line'>Do plainly give you out an unstained shepherd;</div> - <div class='line'>With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,</div> - <div class='line'>You woo’d me the false way.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Florizel.</em> I think you have</div> - <div class='line'>As little skill to fear, as I have purpose</div> - <div class='line'>To put you to’t. But come, our dance, I pray:</div> - <div class='line'>Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,</div> - <div class='line'>That never mean to part.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Perdita.</em> I’ll swear for ‘em.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_329'>329</span><em>Polixenes.</em> This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever</div> - <div class='line'>Ran on the green-sward; nothing she does, or seems,</div> - <div class='line'>But smacks of something greater than herself,</div> - <div class='line'>Too noble for this place.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Camillo.</em> He tells her something</div> - <div class='line'>That makes her blood look out: good sooth she is</div> - <div class='line'>The queen of curds and cream.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This delicious scene is interrupted by the father of the prince discovering -himself to Florizel, and haughtily breaking off the intended -match between his son and Perdita. When Polixenes goes out, -Perdita says,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Even here undone:</div> - <div class='line'>I was not much afraid; for once or twice</div> - <div class='line'>I was about to speak; and tell him plainly,</div> - <div class='line'>The self-same sun that shines upon his court,</div> - <div class='line'>Hides not his visage from our cottage, but</div> - <div class='line'>Looks on’t alike. Wilt please you, sir, be gone? <span class='sni'><span class='hidev'>|</span>[<em>To Florizel.</em><span class='hidev'>|</span></span></div> - <div class='line'>I told you what would come of this. Beseech you,</div> - <div class='line'>Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,</div> - <div class='line'>Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch farther,</div> - <div class='line'>But milk my ewes and weep.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>As Perdita, the supposed shepherdess, turns out to be the daughter of -Hermione, and a princess in disguise, both feelings of the pride of -birth and the claims of nature are satisfied by the fortunate event -of the story, and the fine romance of poetry is reconciled to the -strictest court-etiquette.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>All’s Well that Ends Well</span> is one of the most pleasing of our -author’s comedies. The interest is however more of a serious than of a -comic nature. The character of Helen is one of great sweetness and -delicacy. She is placed in circumstances of the most critical kind, -and has to court her husband both as a virgin and a wife: yet the -most scrupulous nicety of female modesty is not once violated. There -is not one thought or action that ought to bring a blush into her -cheeks, or that for a moment lessens her in our esteem. Perhaps the -romantic attachment of a beautiful and virtuous girl to one placed -above her hopes by the circumstances of birth and fortune, was never -so exquisitely expressed as in the reflections which she utters when -<span class='pageno' id='Page_330'>330</span>young Roussillon leaves his mother’s house, under whose protection she -has been brought up with him, to repair to the French king’s court.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Helena.</em> Oh, were that all—I think not on my father,</div> - <div class='line'>And these great tears grace his remembrance more</div> - <div class='line'>Than those I shed for him. What was he like?</div> - <div class='line'>I have forgot him. My imagination</div> - <div class='line'>Carries no favour in it, but Bertram’s.</div> - <div class='line'>I am undone, there is no living, none</div> - <div class='line'>If Bertram be away. It were all one</div> - <div class='line'>That I should love a bright particular star,</div> - <div class='line'>And think to wed it; he is so above me:</div> - <div class='line'>In his bright radiance and collateral light</div> - <div class='line'>Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.</div> - <div class='line'>Th’ ambition in my love thus plagues itself;</div> - <div class='line'>The hind that would be mated by the lion,</div> - <div class='line'>Must die for love. ’Twas pretty, tho’ a plague,</div> - <div class='line'>To see him every hour, to sit and draw</div> - <div class='line'>His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls</div> - <div class='line'>In our heart’s table: heart too capable</div> - <div class='line'>Of every line and trick of his sweet favour.</div> - <div class='line'>But now he’s gone, and my idolatrous fancy</div> - <div class='line'>Must sanctify his relics.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The interest excited by this beautiful picture of a fond and innocent -heart is kept up afterwards by her resolution to follow him to France, -the success of her experiment in restoring the king’s health, her demanding -Bertram in marriage as a recompense, his leaving her in -disdain, her interview with him afterwards disguised as Diana, a -young lady whom he importunes with his secret addresses, and their -final reconciliation when the consequences of her stratagem and the -proofs of her love are fully made known. The persevering gratitude -of the French king to his benefactress, who cures him of a languishing -distemper by a prescription hereditary in her family, the indulgent -kindness of the Countess, whose pride of birth yields, almost without -a struggle, to her affection for Helen, the honesty and uprightness of -the good old lord Lafeu, make very interesting parts of the picture. -The wilful stubbornness and youthful petulance of Bertram are also -very admirably described. The comic part of the play turns on the -folly, boasting, and cowardice of Parolles, a parasite and hanger-on -of Bertram’s, the detection of whose false pretensions to bravery and -honour forms a very amusing episode. He is first found out by the -old lord Lafeu, who says, ‘The soul of this man is in his clothes’; -and it is proved afterwards that his heart is in his tongue, and that -both are false and hollow. The adventure of ‘the bringing off of his -drum’ has become proverbial as a satire on all ridiculous and blustering -<span class='pageno' id='Page_331'>331</span>undertakings which the person never means to perform: nor can -any thing be more severe than what one of the bye-standers remarks -upon what Parolles says of himself, ‘Is it possible he should know -what he is, and be that he is?’ Yet Parolles himself gives the best -solution of the difficulty afterwards when he is thankful to escape -with his life and the loss of character; for, so that he can live on, -he is by no means squeamish about the loss of pretensions, to which -he had sense enough to know he had no real claim, and which he -had assumed only as a means to live.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Parolles.</em> Yet I am thankful: if my heart were great,</div> - <div class='line'>‘Twould burst at this. Captain I’ll be no more,</div> - <div class='line'>But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft</div> - <div class='line'>As captain shall. Simply the thing I am</div> - <div class='line'>Shall make me live: who knows himself a braggart,</div> - <div class='line'>Let him fear this; for it shall come to pass,</div> - <div class='line'>That every braggart shall be found an ass.</div> - <div class='line'>Rust sword, cool blushes, and Parolles live</div> - <div class='line'>Safest in shame; being fool’d, by fool’ry thrive;</div> - <div class='line'>There’s place and means for every man alive.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll after them.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The story of <span class='sc'>All’s Well that Ends Well</span>, and of several others of -Shakespear’s plays, is taken from Boccacio. The poet has dramatised -the original novel with great skill and comic spirit, and has preserved -all the beauty of character and sentiment without <em>improving upon</em> it, -which was impossible. There is indeed in Boccacio’s serious pieces -a truth, a pathos, and an exquisite refinement of sentiment, which is -hardly to be met with in any other prose writer whatever. Justice -has not been done him by the world. He has in general passed for -a mere narrator of lascivious tales or idle jests. This character -probably originated in his obnoxious attacks on the monks, and has -been kept up by the grossness of mankind, who revenged their own -want of refinement on Boccacio, and only saw in his writings what -suited the coarseness of their own tastes. But the truth is, that he -has carried sentiment of every kind to its very highest purity and -perfection. By sentiment we would here understand the habitual -workings of some one powerful feeling, where the heart reposes -almost entirely upon itself, without the violent excitement of opposing -duties or untoward circumstances. In this way, nothing ever came -up to the story of Frederigo Alberigi and his Falcon. The perseverance -in attachment, the spirit of gallantry and generosity displayed -in it, has no parallel in the history of heroical sacrifices. The -feeling is so unconscious too, and involuntary, is brought out in such -small, unlooked-for, and unostentatious circumstances, as to show it to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_332'>332</span>have been woven into the very nature and soul of the author. The -story of Isabella is scarcely less fine, and is more affecting in the -circumstances and in the catastrophe. Dryden has done justice to -the impassioned eloquence of the Tancred and Sigismunda; but has -not given an adequate idea of the wild preternatural interest of the -story of Honoria. Cimon and Iphigene is by no means one of the -best, notwithstanding the popularity of the subject. The proof of -unalterable affection given in the story of Jeronymo, and the simple -touches of nature and picturesque beauty in the story of the two -holiday lovers, who were poisoned by tasting of a leaf in the garden -at Florence, are perfect master-pieces. The epithet of Divine was -well bestowed on this great painter of the human heart. The invention -implied in his different tales is immense: but we are not to -infer that it is all his own. He probably availed himself of all the -common traditions which were floating in his time, and which he was -the first to appropriate. Homer appears the most original of all -authors—probably for no other reason than that we can trace the -plagiarism no farther. Boccacio has furnished subjects to numberless -writers since his time, both dramatic and narrative. The story of -Griselda is borrowed from his Decameron by Chaucer; as is the -Knight’s Tale (Palamon and Arcite) from his poem of the Theseid.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST</h3> - -<p class='c011'>If we were to part with any of the author’s comedies, it should be -this. Yet we should be loth to part with Don Adriano de Armado, -that mighty potentate of nonsense, or his page, that handful of wit; -with Nathaniel the curate, or Holofernes the schoolmaster, and their -dispute after dinner on ‘the golden cadences of poesy’; with Costard -the clown, or Dull the constable. Biron is too accomplished a -character to be lost to the world, and yet he could not appear without -his fellow courtiers and the king: and if we were to leave out -the ladies, the gentlemen would have no mistresses. So that we -believe we may let the whole play stand as it is, and we shall hardly -venture to ‘set a mark of reprobation on it.’ Still we have some -objections to the style, which we think savours more of the pedantic -spirit of Shakespear’s time than of his own genius; more of controversial -divinity, and the logic of Peter Lombard, than of the -inspiration of the Muse. It transports us quite as much to the -manners of the court, and the quirks of courts of law, as to the scenes -of nature or the fairy-land of his own imagination. Shakespear has -<span class='pageno' id='Page_333'>333</span>set himself to imitate the tone of polite conversation then prevailing -among the fair, the witty, and the learned, and he has imitated it but -too faithfully. It is as if the hand of Titian had been employed to -give grace to the curls of a full-bottomed periwig, or Raphael had -attempted to give expression to the tapestry figures in the House of -Lords. Shakespear has put an excellent description of this fashionable -jargon into the mouth of the critical Holofernes ‘as too picked, -too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may -call it’; and nothing can be more marked than the difference when -he breaks loose from the trammels he had imposed on himself, ‘as -light as bird from brake,’ and speaks in his own person. We think, -for instance, that in the following soliloquy the poet has fairly got the -start of Queen Elizabeth and her maids of honour:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Biron.</em> O! and I forsooth in love,</div> - <div class='line'>I that have been love’s whip;</div> - <div class='line'>A very beadle to an amorous sigh:</div> - <div class='line'>A critic; nay, a night-watch constable,</div> - <div class='line'>A domineering pedant o’er the boy,</div> - <div class='line'>Than whom no mortal more magnificent.</div> - <div class='line'>This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,</div> - <div class='line'>This signior Junio, giant dwarf, Dan Cupid,</div> - <div class='line'>Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,</div> - <div class='line'>Th’ anointed sovereign of sighs and groans:</div> - <div class='line'>Liege of all loiterers and malecontents,</div> - <div class='line'>Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,</div> - <div class='line'>Sole imperator, and great general</div> - <div class='line'>Of trotting parators (O my little heart!)</div> - <div class='line'>And I to be a corporal of his field,</div> - <div class='line'>And wear his colours like a tumbler’s hoop?</div> - <div class='line'>What? I love! I sue! I seek a wife!</div> - <div class='line'>A woman, that is like a German clock,</div> - <div class='line'>Still a repairing; ever out of frame;</div> - <div class='line'>And never going aright, being a watch,</div> - <div class='line'>And being watch’d, that it may still go right?</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, to be perjur’d, which is worst of all:</div> - <div class='line'>And among three to love the worst of all,</div> - <div class='line'>A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,</div> - <div class='line'>With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>Ay, and by heav’n, one that will do the deed,</div> - <div class='line'>Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard;</div> - <div class='line'>And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!</div> - <div class='line'>To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague</div> - <div class='line'>That Cupid will impose for my neglect</div> - <div class='line'>Of his almighty dreadful little might.</div> - <div class='line'>Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan:</div> - <div class='line'>Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_334'>334</span>The character of Biron drawn by Rosaline and that which Biron -gives of Boyet are equally happy. The observations on the use and -abuse of study, and on the power of beauty to quicken the understanding -as well as the senses, are excellent. The scene which has -the greatest dramatic effect is that in which Biron, the king, -Longaville, and Dumain, successively detect each other and are -detected in their breach of their vow and in their profession of -attachment to their several mistresses, in which they suppose themselves -to be overheard by no one. The reconciliation between these -lovers and their sweethearts is also very good, and the penance which -Rosaline imposes on Biron, before he can expect to gain her consent -to marry him, full of propriety and beauty.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Rosaline.</em> Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,</div> - <div class='line'>Before I saw you: and the world’s large tongue</div> - <div class='line'>Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;</div> - <div class='line'>Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts;</div> - <div class='line'>Which you on all estates will execute,</div> - <div class='line'>That lie within the mercy of your wit.</div> - <div class='line'>To weed this wormwood from your faithful brain;</div> - <div class='line'>And therewithal to win me, if you please,</div> - <div class='line'>(Without the which I am not to be won)</div> - <div class='line'>You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day</div> - <div class='line'>Visit the speechless sick, and still converse</div> - <div class='line'>With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,</div> - <div class='line'>With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,</div> - <div class='line'>T’ enforce the pained impotent to smile.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Biron.</em> To move wild laughter in the throat of death?</div> - <div class='line'>It cannot be: it is impossible:</div> - <div class='line'>Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Rosaline.</em> Why, that’s the way to choke a gibing spirit,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,</div> - <div class='line'>Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools:</div> - <div class='line'>A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear</div> - <div class='line'>Of him that hears it; never in the tongue</div> - <div class='line'>Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,</div> - <div class='line'>Deaf’d with the clamours of their own dear groans,</div> - <div class='line'>Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,</div> - <div class='line'>And I will have you, and that fault withal;</div> - <div class='line'>But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,</div> - <div class='line'>And I shall find you empty of that fault,</div> - <div class='line'>Right joyful of your reformation.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Biron.</em> A twelvemonth? Well, befall what will befall,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The famous cuckoo-song closes the play: but we shall add no more -criticisms: ‘the words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.’</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_335'>335</span> - <h3 class='c010'>MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>This admirable comedy used to be frequently acted till of late years. -Mr. Garrick’s Benedick was one of his most celebrated characters; -and Mrs. Jordan, we have understood, played Beatrice very delightfully. -The serious part is still the most prominent here, as in other -instances that we have noticed. Hero is the principal figure in the -piece, and leaves an indelible impression on the mind by her beauty, -her tenderness, and the hard trial of her love. The passage in which -Claudio first makes a confession of his affection towards her, conveys -as pleasing an image of the entrance of love into a youthful bosom as -can well be imagined.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh, my lord,</div> - <div class='line'>When you went onward with this ended action,</div> - <div class='line'>I look’d upon her with a soldier’s eye,</div> - <div class='line'>That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand</div> - <div class='line'>Than to drive liking to the name of love;</div> - <div class='line'>But now I am return’d, and that war-thoughts</div> - <div class='line'>Have left their places vacant; in their rooms</div> - <div class='line'>Come thronging soft and delicate desires,</div> - <div class='line'>All prompting me how fair young Hero is,</div> - <div class='line'>Saying, I lik’d her ere I went to wars.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In the scene at the altar, when Claudio, urged on by the villain -Don John, brings the charge of incontinence against her, and as it were -divorces her in the very marriage-ceremony, her appeals to her own -conscious innocence and honour are made with the most affecting -simplicity.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Claudio.</em> No, Leonato,</div> - <div class='line'>I never tempted her with word too large,</div> - <div class='line'>But, as a brother to his sister, shew’d</div> - <div class='line'>Bashful sincerity, and comely love.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hero.</em> And seem’d I ever otherwise to you?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Out on thy seeming, I will write against it:</div> - <div class='line'>You seem to me as Dian in her orb,</div> - <div class='line'>As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;</div> - <div class='line'>But you are more intemperate in your blood</div> - <div class='line'>Than Venus, or those pamper’d animals</div> - <div class='line'>That rage in savage sensuality.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hero.</em> Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Leonato.</em> Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>John.</em> Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Benedick.</em> This looks not like a nuptial.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hero.</em> True! O God!’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_336'>336</span>The justification of Hero in the end, and her restoration to the -confidence and arms of her lover, is brought about by one of those -temporary consignments to the grave of which Shakespear seems to -have been fond. He has perhaps explained the theory of this -predilection in the following lines:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Friar.</em> She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Upon the instant that she was accus’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Shall be lamented, pity’d, and excus’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Of every hearer: for it so falls out,</div> - <div class='line'>That what we have we prize not to the worth,</div> - <div class='line'>While we enjoy it; but being lack’d and lost,</div> - <div class='line'>Why then we rack the value; then we find</div> - <div class='line'>The virtue, that possession would not shew us</div> - <div class='line'>Whilst it was ours.—So will it fare with Claudio;</div> - <div class='line'>When he shall hear she dy’d upon his words,</div> - <div class='line'>The idea of her love shall sweetly creep</div> - <div class='line'>Into his study of imagination;</div> - <div class='line'>And every lovely organ of her life</div> - <div class='line'>Shall come apparel’d in more precious habit,</div> - <div class='line'>More moving, delicate, and full of life,</div> - <div class='line'>Into the eye and prospect of his soul,</div> - <div class='line'>Than when she liv’d indeed.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The principal comic characters in <span class='sc'>Much Ado about Nothing</span>, -Benedick and Beatrice, are both essences in their kind. His -character as a woman-hater is admirably supported, and his conversion -to matrimony is no less happily effected by the pretended story of -Beatrice’s love for him. It is hard to say which of the two scenes -is the best, that of the trick which is thus practised on Benedick, or -that in which Beatrice is prevailed on to take pity on him by overhearing -her cousin and her maid declare (which they do on purpose) -that he is dying of love for her. There is something delightfully -picturesque in the manner in which Beatrice is described as coming to -hear the plot which is contrived against herself—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs</div> - <div class='line'>Close by the ground, to hear our conference.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In consequence of what she hears (not a word of which is true) she -exclaims when these good-natured informants are gone,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?</div> - <div class='line in4'>Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?</div> - <div class='line'>Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride adieu!</div> - <div class='line in4'>No glory lives behind the back of such.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_337'>337</span>And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand;</div> - <div class='line'>If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee</div> - <div class='line in4'>To bind our loves up in an holy band:</div> - <div class='line'>For others say thou dost deserve; and I</div> - <div class='line'>Believe it better than reportingly.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>And Benedick, on his part, is equally sincere in his repentance with -equal reason, after he has heard the grey-beard, Leonato, and his -friend, ‘Monsieur Love,’ discourse of the desperate state of his -supposed inamorata.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘This can be no trick; the conference was sadly borne.—They have the -truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems her -affections have the full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I -hear how I am censur’d: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive -the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give -any sign of affection.—I did never think to marry: I must not seem -proud:—happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to -mending. They say, the lady is fair; ’tis a truth, I can bear them witness: -and virtuous;—’tis so, I cannot reprove it: and wise—but for loving me:—by -my troth it is no addition to her wit;—nor no great argument of -her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.—I may chance to have -some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail’d -so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves -the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age.—Shall quips, and -sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career -of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said, I would -die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were marry’d.—Here -comes Beatrice: by this day, she’s a fair lady: I do spy some marks of -love in her.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The beauty of all this arises from the characters of the persons so -entrapped. Benedick is a professed and staunch enemy to marriage, -and gives very plausible reasons for the faith that is in him. And as -to Beatrice, she persecutes him all day with her jests (so that he -could hardly think of being troubled with them at night) she not only -turns him but all other things into jest, and is proof against everything -serious.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Hero.</em> Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Misprising what they look on; and her wit</div> - <div class='line'>Values itself so highly, that to her</div> - <div class='line'>All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor take no shape nor project of affection,</div> - <div class='line'>She is so self-endeared.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Ursula.</em> Sure, I think so;</div> - <div class='line'>And therefore, certainly, it were not good</div> - <div class='line'>She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_338'>338</span><em>Hero.</em> Why, you speak truth: I never yet saw man,</div> - <div class='line'>How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur’d,</div> - <div class='line'>But she would spell him backward: if fair-fac’d,</div> - <div class='line'>She’d swear the gentleman should be her sister;</div> - <div class='line'>If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick,</div> - <div class='line'>Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed;</div> - <div class='line'>If low, an agate very vilely cut:</div> - <div class='line'>If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;</div> - <div class='line'>If silent, why, a block moved with none.</div> - <div class='line'>So turns she every man the wrong side out;</div> - <div class='line'>And never gives to truth and virtue that</div> - <div class='line'>Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>These were happy materials for Shakespear to work on, and he -has made a happy use of them. Perhaps that middle point of comedy -was never more nicely hit in which the ludicrous blends with the -tender, and our follies, turning round against themselves in support of -our affections, retain nothing but their humanity.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Dogberry and Verges in this play are inimitable specimens of quaint -blundering and misprisions of meaning; and are a standing record of -that formal gravity of pretension and total want of common understanding, -which Shakespear no doubt copied from real life, and which -in the course of two hundred years appear to have ascended from the -lowest to the highest offices in the state.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>AS YOU LIKE IT</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Shakespear</span> has here converted the forest of Arden into another -Arcadia, where they ‘fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the -golden world.’ It is the most ideal of any of this author’s plays. -It is a pastoral drama, in which the interest arises more out of the -sentiments and characters than out of the actions or situations. It is -not what is done, but what is said, that claims our attention. Nursed -in solitude, ‘under the shade of melancholy boughs,’ the imagination -grows soft and delicate, and the wit runs riot in idleness, like a -spoiled child, that is never sent to school. Caprice and fancy reign -and revel here, and stern necessity is banished to the court. The -mild sentiments of humanity are strengthened with thought and -leisure; the echo of the cares and noise of the world strikes upon -the ear of those ‘who have felt them knowingly,’ softened by time -and distance. ‘They hear the tumult, and are still.’ The very air -of the place seems to breathe a spirit of philosophical poetry: to stir -the thoughts, to touch the heart with pity, as the drowsy forest rustles -<span class='pageno' id='Page_339'>339</span>to the sighing gale. Never was there such beautiful moralising, -equally free from pedantry or petulance.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And this their life, exempt from public haunts,</div> - <div class='line'>Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,</div> - <div class='line'>Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Jaques is the only purely contemplative character in Shakespear. -He thinks, and does nothing. His whole occupation is to amuse his -mind, and he is totally regardless of his body and his fortunes. He -is the prince of philosophical idlers; his only passion is thought; -he sets no value upon any thing but as it serves as food for reflection. -He can ‘suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs’; -the motley fool, ‘who morals on the time,’ is the greatest prize he -meets with in the forest. He resents Orlando’s passion for Rosalind -as some disparagement of his own passion for abstract truth; and -leaves the Duke, as soon as he is restored to his sovereignty, to seek -his brother out who has quitted it, and turned hermit.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>—‘Out of these convertites</div> - <div class='line'>There is much matter to be heard and learnt.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Within the sequestered and romantic glades of the forest of Arden, -they find leisure to be good and wise, or to play the fool and fall in -love. Rosalind’s character is made up of sportive gaiety and natural -tenderness: her tongue runs the faster to conceal the pressure at her -heart. She talks herself out of breath, only to get deeper in love. -The coquetry with which she plays with her lover in the double -character which she has to support is managed with the nicest -address. How full of voluble, laughing grace is all her conversation -with Orlando—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>—‘In heedless mazes running</div> - <div class='line'>With wanton haste and giddy cunning.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>How full of real fondness and pretended cruelty is her answer to -him when he promises to love her ‘For ever and a day!’</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Say a day without the ever: no, no, Orlando, men are April when they -woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, -but the sky changes when they are wives: I will be more jealous of thee -than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot -against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires -than a monkey; I will weep for nothing like Diana in the fountain, and -I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a -hyen, and that when you are inclined to sleep.</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Orlando.</em> But will my Rosalind do so?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Rosalind.</em> By my life she will do as I do.’</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_340'>340</span>The silent and retired character of Celia is a necessary relief to -the provoking loquacity of Rosalind, nor can anything be better -conceived or more beautifully described than the mutual affection -between the two cousins:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>—‘We still have slept together,</div> - <div class='line'>Rose at an instant, learn’d, play’d, eat together,</div> - <div class='line'>And wheresoe’r we went, like Juno’s swans,</div> - <div class='line'>Still we went coupled and inseparable.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The unrequited love of Silvius for Phebe shews the perversity of -this passion in the commonest scenes of life, and the rubs and stops -which nature throws in its way, where fortune has placed none. -Touchstone is not in love, but he will have a mistress as a subject -for the exercise of his grotesque humour, and to shew his contempt -for the passion, by his indifference about the person. He is a rare -fellow. He is a mixture of the ancient cynic philosopher with the -modern buffoon, and turns folly into wit, and wit into folly, just as -the fit takes him. His courtship of Audrey not only throws a -degree of ridicule on the state of wedlock itself, but he is equally an -enemy to the prejudices of opinion in other respects. The lofty -tone of enthusiasm, which the Duke and his companions in exile spread -over the stillness and solitude of a country life, receives a pleasant shock -from Touchstone’s sceptical determination of the question.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘<em>Corin.</em> And how like you this shepherd’s life, Mr. Touchstone?</p> - -<p class='c016'><em>Clown.</em> Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in -respect that it is a shepherd’s life, it is naught. In respect that it is -solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very -vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in -respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, -it fits my humour; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much -against my stomach.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Zimmerman’s celebrated work on Solitude discovers only <em>half</em> the -sense of this passage.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is hardly any of Shakespear’s plays that contains a greater -number of passages that have been quoted in books of extracts, or a -greater number of phrases that have become in a manner proverbial. -If we were to give all the striking passages, we should give half the -play. We will only recall a few of the most delightful to the reader’s -recollection. Such are the meeting between Orlando and Adam, -the exquisite appeal of Orlando to the humanity of the Duke and his -company to supply him with food for the old man, and their answer, -the Duke’s description of a country life, and the account of Jaques -<span class='pageno' id='Page_341'>341</span>moralising on the wounded deer, his meeting with Touchstone in the -forest, his apology for his own melancholy and his satirical vein, and -the well-known speech on the stages of human life, the old song of -‘Blow, blow, thou winter’s wind,’ Rosalind’s description of the -marks of a lover and of the progress of time with different persons, -the picture of the snake wreathed round Oliver’s neck while the -lioness watches her sleeping prey, and Touchstone’s lecture to the -shepherd, his defence of cuckolds, and panegyric on the virtues of -‘an If.’—All of these are familiar to the reader: there is one -passage of equal delicacy and beauty which may have escaped him, -and with it we shall close our account of <span class='sc'>As You Like It</span>. It is -Phebe’s description of Ganimed at the end of the third act.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Think not I love him, tho’ I ask for him;</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well;—</div> - <div class='line'>But what care I for words! yet words do well,</div> - <div class='line'>When he that speaks them pleases those that hear:</div> - <div class='line'>It is a pretty youth; not very pretty;</div> - <div class='line'>But sure he’s proud, and yet his pride becomes him;</div> - <div class='line'>He’ll make a proper man; the best thing in him</div> - <div class='line'>Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue</div> - <div class='line'>Did make offence, his eye did heal it up:</div> - <div class='line'>He is not very tall, yet for his years he’s tall;</div> - <div class='line'>His leg is but so so, and yet ’tis well;</div> - <div class='line'>There was a pretty redness in his lip,</div> - <div class='line'>A little riper, and more lusty red</div> - <div class='line'>Than that mix’d in his cheek; ’twas just the difference</div> - <div class='line'>Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.</div> - <div class='line'>There be some women, Silvius, had they mark’d him</div> - <div class='line'>In parcels as I did, would have gone near</div> - <div class='line'>To fall in love with him: but for my part</div> - <div class='line'>I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet</div> - <div class='line'>I have more cause to hate him than to love him;</div> - <div class='line'>For what had he to do to chide at me?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE TAMING OF THE SHREW</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>The Taming of the Shrew</span> is almost the only one of Shakespear’s -comedies that has a regular plot, and downright moral. It is full of -bustle, animation, and rapidity of action. It shews admirably how -self-will is only to be got the better of by stronger will, and how one -degree of ridiculous perversity is only to be driven out by another -still greater. Petruchio is a madman in his senses; a very honest -<span class='pageno' id='Page_342'>342</span>fellow, who hardly speaks a word of truth, and succeeds in all his -tricks and impostures. He acts his assumed character to the life, -with the most fantastical extravagance, with complete presence of -mind, with untired animal spirits, and without a particle of ill humour -from beginning to end.—The situation of poor Katherine, worn out -by his incessant persecutions, becomes at last almost as pitiable as it -is ludicrous, and it is difficult to say which to admire most, the unaccountableness -of his actions, or the unalterableness of his resolutions. -It is a character which most husbands ought to study, unless perhaps -the very audacity of Petruchio’s attempt might alarm them more than -his success would encourage them. What a sound must the following -speech carry to some married ears!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Think you a little din can daunt my ears?</div> - <div class='line'>Have I not in my time heard lions roar?</div> - <div class='line'>Have I not heard the sea, puff’d up with winds,</div> - <div class='line'>Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?</div> - <div class='line'>Have I not heard great ordnance in the field?</div> - <div class='line'>And heav’n’s artillery thunder in the skies?</div> - <div class='line'>Have I not in a pitched battle heard</div> - <div class='line'>Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?</div> - <div class='line'>And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue,</div> - <div class='line'>That gives not half so great a blow to hear,</div> - <div class='line'>As will a chesnut in a farmer’s fire?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Not all Petruchio’s rhetoric would persuade more than ‘some -dozen followers’ to be of this heretical way of thinking. He unfolds -his scheme for the <cite>Taming of the Shrew</cite>, on a principle of contradiction, -thus:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I’ll woo her with some spirit when she comes.</div> - <div class='line'>Say that she rail, why then I’ll tell her plain</div> - <div class='line'>She sings as sweetly as a nightingale;</div> - <div class='line'>Say that she frown, I’ll say she looks as clear</div> - <div class='line'>As morning roses newly wash’d with dew;</div> - <div class='line'>Say she be mute, and will not speak a word,</div> - <div class='line'>Then I’ll commend her volubility,</div> - <div class='line'>And say she uttereth piercing eloquence:</div> - <div class='line'>If she do bid me pack, I’ll give her thanks,</div> - <div class='line'>As though she bid me stay by her a week;</div> - <div class='line'>If she deny to wed, I’ll crave the day,</div> - <div class='line'>When I shall ask the banns, and when be married?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>He accordingly gains her consent to the match, by telling her father -that he has got it; disappoints her by not returning at the time he -has promised to wed her, and when he returns, creates no small consternation -by the oddity of his dress and equipage. This, however, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_343'>343</span>is nothing to the astonishment excited by his mad-brained behaviour -at the marriage. Here is the account of it by an eye-witness:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Gremio.</em> Tut, she’s a lamb, a dove, a fool to him:</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll tell you, Sir Lucentio; when the priest</div> - <div class='line'>Should ask if Katherine should be his wife?</div> - <div class='line'>Ay, by gogs woons, quoth he; and swore so loud,</div> - <div class='line'>That, all amaz’d, the priest let fall the book;</div> - <div class='line'>And as he stooped again to take it up,</div> - <div class='line'>This mad-brain’d bridegroom took him such a cuff,</div> - <div class='line'>That down fell priest and book, and book and priest.</div> - <div class='line'>Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Tranio.</em> What said the wench when he rose up again?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Gremio.</em> Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp’d and swore,</div> - <div class='line'>As if the vicar meant to cozen him.</div> - <div class='line'>But after many ceremonies done,</div> - <div class='line'>He calls for wine; a health, quoth he; as if</div> - <div class='line'>He’ad been aboard carousing with his mates</div> - <div class='line'>After a storm; quaft off the muscadel,</div> - <div class='line'>And threw the sops all in the sexton’s face;</div> - <div class='line'>Having no other cause but that his beard</div> - <div class='line'>Grew thin and hungerly, and seem’d to ask</div> - <div class='line'>His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took</div> - <div class='line'>The bride about the neck, and kiss’d her lips</div> - <div class='line'>With such a clamourous smack, that at their parting</div> - <div class='line'>All the church echoed: and I seeing this,</div> - <div class='line'>Came thence for very shame; and after me,</div> - <div class='line'>I know, the rout is coming;—</div> - <div class='line'>Such a mad marriage never was before.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The most striking and at the same time laughable feature in the -character of Petruchio throughout, is the studied approximation to -the intractable character of real madness, his apparent insensibility to -all external considerations, and utter indifference to every thing but -the wild and extravagant freaks of his own self-will. There is no -contending with a person on whom nothing makes any impression but -his own purposes, and who is bent on his own whims just in proportion -as they seem to want common sense. With him a thing’s being -plain and reasonable is a reason against it. The airs he gives himself -are infinite, and his caprices as sudden as they are groundless. The -whole of his treatment of his wife at home is in the same spirit of -ironical attention and inverted gallantry. Every thing flies before -his will, like a conjuror’s wand, and he only metamorphoses his -wife’s temper by metamorphosing her senses and all the objects she -sees, at a word’s speaking. Such are his insisting that it is the moon -and not the sun which they see, etc. This extravagance reaches its -most pleasant and poetical height in the scene where, on their return -<span class='pageno' id='Page_344'>344</span>to her father’s, they meet old Vincentio, whom Petruchio immediately -addresses as a young lady:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Petruchio.</em> Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away?</div> - <div class='line'>Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,</div> - <div class='line'>Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?</div> - <div class='line'>Such war of white and red within her cheeks;</div> - <div class='line'>What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,</div> - <div class='line'>As those two eyes become that heav’nly face?</div> - <div class='line'>Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:</div> - <div class='line'>Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty’s sake.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Hortensio.</em> He’ll make the man mad to make a woman of him.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Katherine.</em> Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>Whither away, or where is thy abode?</div> - <div class='line'>Happy the parents of so fair a child;</div> - <div class='line'>Happier the man whom favourable stars</div> - <div class='line'>Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Petruchio.</em> Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad:</div> - <div class='line'>This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither’d,</div> - <div class='line'>And not a maiden, as thou say’st he is.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Katherine.</em> Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes</div> - <div class='line'>That have been so bedazed with the sun</div> - <div class='line'>That everything I look on seemeth green.</div> - <div class='line'>Now I perceive thou art a reverend father.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The whole is carried off with equal spirit, as if the poet’s comic -Muse had wings of fire. It is strange how one man could be so -many things; but so it is. The concluding scene, in which trial is -made of the obedience of the new-married wives (so triumphantly for -Petruchio) is a very happy one.—In some parts of this play there -is a little too much about music-masters and masters of philosophy. -They were things of greater rarity in those days than they are now. -Nothing however can be better than the advice which Tranio gives -his master for the prosecution of his studies:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘The mathematics, and the metaphysics,</div> - <div class='line'>Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you:</div> - <div class='line'>No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en:</div> - <div class='line'>In brief, sir, study what you most affect.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>We have heard the <cite>Honey-Moon</cite> called ‘an elegant Katherine and -Petruchio.’ We suspect we do not understand this word <em>elegant</em> in -the sense that many people do. But in our sense of the word, we -should call Lucentio’s description of his mistress elegant.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,</div> - <div class='line'>And with her breath she did perfume the air:</div> - <div class='line'>Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_345'>345</span>When Biondello tells the same Lucentio for his encouragement, ‘I -knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for -parsley to stuff a rabbit, and so may you, sir’—there is nothing -elegant in this, and yet we hardly know which of the two passages is -the best.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='sc'>The Taming of the Shrew</span> is a play within a play. It is supposed -to be a play acted for the benefit of Sly the tinker, who is made to -believe himself a lord, when he wakes after a drunken brawl. The -character of Sly and the remarks with which he accompanies the play -are as good as the play itself. His answer when he is asked how -he likes it, ‘Indifferent well; ’tis a good piece of work, would ‘twere -done,’ is in good keeping, as if he were thinking of his Saturday -night’s job. Sly does not change his tastes with his new situation, -but in the midst of splendour and luxury still calls out lustily and -repeatedly ‘for a pot o’ the smallest ale.’ He is very slow in giving -up his personal identity in his sudden advancement.—‘I am Christophero -Sly, call not me honour nor lordship. I ne’er drank sack -in my life: and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of -beef: ne’er ask me what raiment I’ll wear, for I have no more -doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes -than feet, nay, sometimes more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my -toes look through the over-leather.—What, would you make me -mad? Am not I Christophero Sly, old Sly’s son of Burton-heath, -by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a -bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian -Hacket, the fat alewife of Wincot, if she know me not; if she say -I am not fourteen-pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for -the lying’st knave in Christendom.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>This is honest. ‘The Slies are no rogues,’ as he says of himself. -We have a great predilection for this representative of the family; -and what makes us like him the better is, that we take him to be of -kin (not many degrees removed) to Sancho Panza.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>MEASURE FOR MEASURE</h3> - -<p class='c011'>This is a play as full of genius as it is of wisdom. Yet there is an -original sin in the nature of the subject, which prevents us from -taking a cordial interest in it. ‘The height of moral argument’ -which the author has maintained in the intervals of passion or blended -with the more powerful impulses of nature, is hardly surpassed in any -of his plays. But there is in general a want of passion; the affections -<span class='pageno' id='Page_346'>346</span>are at a stand; our sympathies are repulsed and defeated in all -directions. The only passion which influences the story is that of -Angelo; and yet he seems to have a much greater passion for -hypocrisy than for his mistress. Neither are we greatly enamoured -of Isabella’s rigid chastity, though she could not act otherwise than -she did. We do not feel the same confidence in the virtue that is -‘sublimely good’ at another’s expense, as if it had been put to some -less disinterested trial. As to the Duke, who makes a very imposing -and mysterious stage-character, he is more absorbed in his own -plots and gravity than anxious for the welfare of the state; more -tenacious of his own character than attentive to the feelings and -apprehensions of others. Claudio is the only person who feels -naturally; and yet he is placed in circumstances of distress which -almost preclude the wish for his deliverance. Mariana is also in -love with Angelo, whom we hate. In this respect, there may be -said to be a general system of cross-purposes between the feelings -of the different characters and the sympathy of the reader or the -audience. This principle of repugnance seems to have reached its -height in the character of Master Barnardine, who not only sets at -defiance the opinions of others, but has even thrown off all self-regard,—‘one -that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a -drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless of what’s past, present, -and to come.’ He is a fine antithesis to the morality and the hypocrisy -of the other characters of the play. Barnardine is Caliban -transported from Prospero’s wizard island to the forests of Bohemia -or the prisons of Vienna. He is the creature of bad habits as Caliban -is of gross instincts. He has however a strong notion of the natural -fitness of things, according to his own sensations—‘He has been -drinking hard all night, and he will not be hanged that day’—and -Shakespear has let him off at last. We do not understand why the -philosophical German critic, Schlegel, should be so severe on those -pleasant persons, Lucio, Pompey, and Master Froth, as to call them -‘wretches.’ They appear all mighty comfortable in their occupations, -and determined to pursue them, ‘as the flesh and fortune should -serve.’ A very good exposure of the want of self-knowledge and -contempt for others, which is so common in the world, is put into -the mouth of Abhorson, the jailor, when the Provost proposes to -associate Pompey with him in his office—‘A bawd, sir? Fie upon -him, he will discredit our mystery.’ And the same answer will -serve in nine instances out of ten to the same kind of remark, ‘Go -to, sir, you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale.’ Shakespear -was in one sense the least moral of all writers; for morality -(commonly so called) is made up of antipathies; and his talent consisted -<span class='pageno' id='Page_347'>347</span>in sympathy with human nature, in all its shapes, degrees, -depressions, and elevations. The object of the pedantic moralist -is to find out the bad in everything: his was to shew that ‘there -is some soul of goodness in things evil.’ Even Master Barnardine -is not left to the mercy of what others think of him; but when he -comes in, speaks for himself, and pleads his own cause, as well as if -counsel had been assigned him. In one sense, Shakespear was no -moralist at all: in another, he was the greatest of all moralists. He -was a moralist in the same sense in which nature is one. He taught -what he had learnt from her. He shewed the greatest knowledge -of humanity with the greatest fellow-feeling for it.</p> - -<p class='c000'>One of the most dramatic passages in the present play is the interview -between Claudio and his sister, when she comes to inform him -of the conditions on which Angelo will spare his life.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Claudio.</em> Let me know the point.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> O, I do fear thee, Claudio: and I quake,</div> - <div class='line'>Lest thou a feverous life should’st entertain,</div> - <div class='line'>And six or seven winters more respect</div> - <div class='line'>Than a perpetual honour. Dar’st thou die?</div> - <div class='line'>The sense of death is most in apprehension;</div> - <div class='line'>And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,</div> - <div class='line'>In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great</div> - <div class='line'>As when a giant dies.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Why give you me this shame?</div> - <div class='line'>Think you I can a resolution fetch</div> - <div class='line'>From flowery tenderness; if I must die,</div> - <div class='line'>I will encounter darkness as a bride,</div> - <div class='line'>And hug it in mine arms.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> There spake my brother! there my father’s grave</div> - <div class='line'>Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die:</div> - <div class='line'>Thou art too noble to conserve a life</div> - <div class='line'>In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy—</div> - <div class='line'>Whose settled visage and deliberate word</div> - <div class='line'>Nips youth i’ the head, and follies doth emmew,</div> - <div class='line'>As faulcon doth the fowl—is yet a devil.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> The princely Angelo?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> Oh, ’tis the cunning livery of hell,</div> - <div class='line'>The damned’st body to invest and cover</div> - <div class='line'>In princely guards! Dost thou think, Claudio,</div> - <div class='line'>If I would yield him my virginity,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou might’st be freed?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Oh, heavens! it cannot be.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> Yes, he would give it thee, for this rank offence,</div> - <div class='line'>So to offend him still: this night’s the time</div> - <div class='line'>That I should do what I abhor to name,</div> - <div class='line'>Or else thou dy’st to-morrow.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_348'>348</span><em>Claudio.</em> Thou shalt not do’t.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> Oh, were it but my life,</div> - <div class='line'>I’d throw it down for your deliverance</div> - <div class='line'>As frankly as a pin.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Thanks, dear Isabel.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Yes.—Has he affections in him,</div> - <div class='line'>That thus can make him bite the law by the nose?</div> - <div class='line'>When he would force it, sure it is no sin;</div> - <div class='line'>Or of the deadly seven it is the least.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> Which is the least?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> If it were damnable, he, being so wise,</div> - <div class='line'>Why would he for the momentary trick</div> - <div class='line'>Be perdurably fin’d? Oh, Isabel!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> What says my brother?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Death is a fearful thing.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> And shamed life a hateful.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Aye, but to die, and go we know not where;</div> - <div class='line'>To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;</div> - <div class='line'>This sensible warm motion to become</div> - <div class='line'>A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit</div> - <div class='line'>To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside</div> - <div class='line'>In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;</div> - <div class='line'>To be imprison’d in the viewless winds,</div> - <div class='line'>And blown with restless violence round about</div> - <div class='line'>The pendant world; or to be worse than worst</div> - <div class='line'>Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts</div> - <div class='line'>Imagine howling!—’tis too horrible!</div> - <div class='line'>The weariest and most loathed worldly life,</div> - <div class='line'>That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment</div> - <div class='line'>Can lay on nature, is a paradise</div> - <div class='line'>To what we fear of death.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Isabella.</em> Alas! alas!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Claudio.</em> Sweet sister, let me live:</div> - <div class='line'>What sin you do to save a brother’s life,</div> - <div class='line'>Nature dispenses with the deed so far,</div> - <div class='line'>That it becomes a virtue.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>What adds to the dramatic beauty of this scene and the effect of -Claudio’s passionate attachment to life is, that it immediately follows -the Duke’s lecture to him, in the character of the Friar, recommending -an absolute indifference to it.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>—‘Reason thus with life,—</div> - <div class='line'>If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing,</div> - <div class='line'>That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,</div> - <div class='line'>Servile to all the skyey influences</div> - <div class='line'>That do this habitation, where thou keep’st,</div> - <div class='line'>Hourly afflict; merely, thou art death’s fool;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_349'>349</span>For him thou labour’st by thy flight to shun,</div> - <div class='line'>And yet run’st toward him still: thou art not noble;</div> - <div class='line'>For all the accommodations, that thou bear’st,</div> - <div class='line'>Are nurs’d by baseness: thou art by no means valiant;</div> - <div class='line'>For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork</div> - <div class='line'>Of a poor worm: thy best of rest is sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>And that thou oft provok’st; yet grossly fear’st</div> - <div class='line'>Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;</div> - <div class='line'>For thou exist’st on many a thousand grains</div> - <div class='line'>That issue out of dust: happy thou art not;</div> - <div class='line'>For what thou hast not, still thou striv’st to get;</div> - <div class='line'>And what thou hast, forget’st: thou art not certain;</div> - <div class='line'>For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,</div> - <div class='line'>After the moon: if thou art rich, thou art poor;</div> - <div class='line'>For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows</div> - <div class='line'>Thou bear’st thy heavy riches but a journey,</div> - <div class='line'>And death unloads thee: friend thou hast none;</div> - <div class='line'>For thy own bowels, which do call thee sire,</div> - <div class='line'>The mere effusion of thy proper loins,</div> - <div class='line'>Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,</div> - <div class='line'>For ending thee no sooner; thou hast nor youth, nor age;</div> - <div class='line'>But, as it were, an after-dinner’s sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth</div> - <div class='line'>Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms</div> - <div class='line'>Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,</div> - <div class='line'>To make thy riches pleasant. What’s yet in this,</div> - <div class='line'>That bears the name of life? Yet in this life</div> - <div class='line'>Lie hid more thousand deaths; yet death we fear,</div> - <div class='line'>That makes these odds all even.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR</h3> - -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>The Merry Wives of Windsor</span> is no doubt a very amusing play, with -a great deal of humour, character, and nature in it: but we should -have liked it much better, if any one else had been the hero of it, -instead of Falstaff. We could have been contented if Shakespear -had not been ‘commanded to shew the knight in love.’ Wits and -philosophers, for the most part, do not shine in that character; and -Sir John himself, by no means, comes off with flying colours. Many -people complain of the degradation and insults to which Don Quixote -is so frequently exposed in his various adventures. But what are -the unconscious indignities which he suffers, compared with the -sensible mortifications which Falstaff is made to bring upon himself? -<span class='pageno' id='Page_350'>350</span>What are the blows and buffetings which the Don receives from -the staves of the Yanguesian carriers or from Sancho Panza’s more -hard-hearted hands, compared with the contamination of the buck-basket, -the disguise of the fat woman of Brentford, and the horns of -Herne the hunter, which are discovered on Sir John’s head? In -reading the play, we indeed wish him well through all these discomfitures, -but it would have been as well if he had not got into -them. Falstaff in the <span class='sc'>Merry Wives of Windsor</span> is not the man he -was in the two parts of <cite>Henry IV.</cite> His wit and eloquence have -left him. Instead of making a butt of others, he is made a butt of -by them. Neither is there a single particle of love in him to excuse -his follies: he is merely a designing, bare-faced knave, and an unsuccessful -one. The scene with Ford as Master Brook, and that -with Simple, Slender’s man, who comes to ask after the Wise Woman, -are almost the only ones in which his old intellectual ascendancy -appears. He is like a person recalled to the stage to perform an -unaccustomed and ungracious part; and in which we perceive only -‘some faint sparks of those flashes of merriment, that were wont to -set the hearers in a roar.’ But the single scene with Doll Tearsheet, -or Mrs. Quickly’s account of his desiring ‘to eat some of -housewife Reach’s prawns,’ and telling her ‘to be no more so -familiarity with such people,’ is worth the whole of the <span class='sc'>Merry -Wives of Windsor</span> put together. Ford’s jealousy, which is the main -spring of the comic incidents, is certainly very well managed. Page, -on the contrary, appears to be somewhat uxorious in his disposition; -and we have pretty plain indications of the effect of the characters -of the husbands on the different degrees of fidelity in their wives. -Mrs. Quickly makes a very lively go-between, both between Falstaff -and his Dulcineas, and Anne Page and her lovers, and seems in the -latter case so intent on her own interest as totally to overlook the -intentions of her employers. Her master, Dr. Caius, the Frenchman, -and her fellow-servant Jack Rugby, are very completely described. -This last-mentioned person is rather quaintly commended -by Mrs. Quickly as ‘an honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant -shall come in house withal, and I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no -breed-bate; his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is -something peevish that way; but nobody but has his fault.’ The -Welch Parson, Sir Hugh Evans (a title which in those days was -given to the clergy) is an excellent character in all respects. He -is as respectable as he is laughable. He has ‘very good discretions, -and very odd humours.’ The duel-scene with Caius gives him an -opportunity to shew his ‘cholers and his tremblings of mind,’ his -valour and his melancholy, in an irresistible manner. In the dialogue, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_351'>351</span>which at his mother’s request he holds with his pupil, William Page, -to shew his progress in learning, it is hard to say whether the simplicity -of the master or the scholar is the greatest. Nym, Bardolph, -and Pistol, are but the shadows of what they were; and Justice -Shallow himself has little of his consequence left. But his cousin, -Slender, makes up for the deficiency. He is a very potent piece -of imbecility. In him the pretensions of the worthy Gloucestershire -family are well kept up, and immortalised. He and his friend -Sackerson and his book of songs and his love of Anne Page and his -having nothing to say to her can never be forgotten. It is the only -first-rate character in the play: but it is in that class. Shakespear -is the only writer who was as great in describing weakness as strength.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE COMEDY OF ERRORS</h3> - -<p class='c011'>This comedy is taken very much from the Menæchmi of Plautus, -and is not an improvement on it. Shakespear appears to have -bestowed no great pains on it, and there are but a few passages -which bear the decided stamp of his genius. He seems to have -relied on his author, and on the interest arising out of the intricacy -of the plot. The curiosity excited is certainly very considerable, -though not of the most pleasing kind. We are teazed as with a -riddle, which notwithstanding we try to solve. In reading the play, -from the sameness of the names of the two Antipholises and the two -Dromios, as well from their being constantly taken for each other -by those who see them, it is difficult, without a painful effort of -attention, to keep the characters distinct in the mind. And again, -on the stage, either the complete similarity of their persons and dress -must produce the same perplexity whenever they first enter, or the -identity of appearance which the story supposes, will be destroyed. -We still, however, having a clue to the difficulty, can tell which is -which, merely from the practical contradictions which arise, as soon -as the different parties begin to speak; and we are indemnified for -the perplexity and blunders into which we are thrown by seeing -others thrown into greater and almost inextricable ones.—This play -(among other considerations) leads us not to feel much regret that -Shakespear was not what is called a classical scholar. We do not -think his <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">forte</span></i> would ever have lain in imitating or improving on what -others invented, so much as in inventing for himself, and perfecting -what he invented,—not perhaps by the omission of faults, but by the -addition of the highest excellencies. His own genius was strong -<span class='pageno' id='Page_352'>352</span>enough to bear him up, and he soared longest and best on unborrowed -plumes.—The only passage of a very Shakespearian cast in this -comedy is the one in which the Abbess, with admirable characteristic -artifice, makes Adriana confess her own misconduct in driving -her husband mad.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Abbess.</em> How long hath this possession held the man?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,</div> - <div class='line'>And much, much different from the man he was;</div> - <div class='line'>But, till this afternoon, his passion</div> - <div class='line'>Ne’er brake into extremity of rage.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Abbess.</em> Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea?</div> - <div class='line'>Bury’d some dear friend? Hath not else his eye</div> - <div class='line'>Stray’d his affection in unlawful love?</div> - <div class='line'>A sin prevailing much in youthful men,</div> - <div class='line'>Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.</div> - <div class='line'>Which of these sorrows is he subject to?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> To none of these, except it be the last:</div> - <div class='line'>Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Abbess.</em> You should for that have reprehended him.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> Why, so I did.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Abbess.</em> But not rough enough.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> As roughly as my modesty would let me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Abbess.</em> Haply, in private.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> And in assemblies too.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Abbess.</em> Aye, but not enough.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> It was the copy of our conference:</div> - <div class='line'>In bed, he slept not for my urging it;</div> - <div class='line'>At board, he fed not for my urging it;</div> - <div class='line'>Alone it was the subject of my theme;</div> - <div class='line'>In company, I often glanc’d at it;</div> - <div class='line'>Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Abbess.</em> And therefore came it that the man was mad:</div> - <div class='line'>The venom’d clamours of a jealous woman</div> - <div class='line'>Poison more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth.</div> - <div class='line'>It seems, his sleeps were hinder’d by thy railing:</div> - <div class='line'>And therefore comes it that his head is light.</div> - <div class='line'>Thou say’st his meat was sauc’d with thy upbraidings:</div> - <div class='line'>Unquiet meals make ill digestions,</div> - <div class='line'>Therefore the raging fire of fever bred:</div> - <div class='line'>And what’s a fever but a fit of madness?</div> - <div class='line'>Thou say’st his sports were hinder’d by thy brawls:</div> - <div class='line'>Sweet recreation barr’d, what doth ensue,</div> - <div class='line'>But moody and dull melancholy,</div> - <div class='line'>Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair;</div> - <div class='line'>And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop</div> - <div class='line'>Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?</div> - <div class='line'>In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_353'>353</span>To be disturb’d, would mad or man or beast:</div> - <div class='line'>The consequence is then, thy jealous fits</div> - <div class='line'>Have scar’d thy husband from the use of wits.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Luciana.</em> She never reprehended him but mildly,</div> - <div class='line'>When he demeaned himself rough, rude, and wildly.—</div> - <div class='line'>Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Adriana.</em> She did betray me to my own reproof.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Pinch the conjuror is also an excrescence not to be found in -Plautus. He is indeed a very formidable anachronism.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac’d villain,</div> - <div class='line'>A meer anatomy, a mountebank,</div> - <div class='line'>A thread-bare juggler and a fortune-teller;</div> - <div class='line'>A needy, hollow-ey’d, sharp-looking wretch,</div> - <div class='line'>A living dead man.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>This is exactly like some of the Puritanical portraits to be met with -in Hogarth.</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>DOUBTFUL PLAYS OF SHAKESPEAR</h3> - -<p class='c011'>We shall give for the satisfaction of the reader what the celebrated -German critic, Schlegel, says on this subject, and then add a very -few remarks of our own.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘All the editors, with the exception of Capell, are unanimous in rejecting -<cite>Titus Andronicus</cite> as unworthy of Shakespear, though they always allow -it to be printed with the other pieces, as the scape-goat, as it were, of their -abusive criticism. The correct method in such an investigation is first to -examine into the external grounds, evidences, etc. and to weigh their -worth; and then to adduce the internal reasons derived from the quality -of the work. The critics of Shakespear follow a course directly the reverse -of this; they set out with a preconceived opinion against a piece, and seek, -in justification of this opinion, to render the historical grounds suspicious, -and to set them aside. <cite>Titus Andronicus</cite> is to be found in the first folio -edition of Shakespear’s works, which it was known was conducted by -Heminge and Condell, for many years his friends and fellow-managers of -the same theatre. Is it possible to persuade ourselves that they would not -have known if a piece in their repertory did or did not actually belong to -Shakespear? And are we to lay to the charge of these honourable men -a designed fraud in this single case, when we know that they did not shew -themselves so very desirous of scraping everything together which went -by the name of Shakespear, but, as it appears, merely gave those plays of -which they had manuscripts in hand? Yet the following circumstance is -still stronger: George Meres, a contemporary and admirer of Shakespear, -mentions <cite>Titus Andronicus</cite> in an enumeration of his works, in the year 1598. -Meres was personally acquainted with the poet, and so very intimately, that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_354'>354</span>the latter read over to him his Sonnets before they were printed. I cannot -conceive that all the critical scepticism in the world would be sufficient to -get over such a testimony.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘This tragedy, it is true, is framed according to a false idea of the -tragic, which by an accumulation of cruelties and enormities degenerates -into the horrible, and yet leaves no deep impression behind: the story of -Tereus and Philomela is heightened and overcharged under other names, -and mixed up with the repast of Atreus and Thyestes, and many other incidents. -In detail there is no want of beautiful lines, bold images, nay, -even features which betray the peculiar conception of Shakespear. Among -these we may reckon the joy of the treacherous Moor at the blackness and -ugliness of his child begot in adultery; and in the compassion of Titus -Andronicus, grown childish through grief, for a fly which had been struck -dead, and his rage afterwards when he imagines he discovers in it his black -enemy, we recognize the future poet of <cite>Lear</cite>. Are the critics afraid that -Shakespear’s fame would be injured, were it established that in his early -youth he ushered into the world a feeble and immature work? Was Rome -the less the conqueror of the world because Remus could leap over its first -walls? Let any one place himself in Shakespear’s situation at the commencement -of his career. He found only a few indifferent models, and -yet these met with the most favourable reception, because men are never -difficult to please in the novelty of an art before their taste has become -fastidious from choice and abundance. Must not this situation have had -its influence on him before he learned to make higher demands on himself, -and, by digging deeper in his own mind, discovered the richest veins of a -noble metal? It is even highly probable that he must have made several -failures before getting into the right path. Genius is in a certain sense -infallible, and has nothing to learn; but art is to be learned, and must be -acquired by practice and experience. In Shakespear’s acknowledged works -we find hardly any traces of his apprenticeship, and yet an apprenticeship -he certainly had. This every artist must have, and especially in a period -where he has not before him the example of a school already formed. I -consider it as extremely probable, that Shakespear began to write for the -theatre at a much earlier period than the one which is generally stated, -namely, not till after the year 1590. It appears that, as early as the year -1584, when only twenty years of age, he had left his paternal home and -repaired to London. Can we imagine that such an active head would -remain idle for six whole years without making any attempt to emerge by -his talents from an uncongenial situation? That in the dedication of the -poem of Venus and Adonis he calls it, ‘the first heir of his invention,’ -proves nothing against the supposition. It was the first which he printed; -he might have composed it at an earlier period; perhaps, also, he did not -include theatrical labours, as they then possessed but little literary dignity. -The earlier Shakespear began to compose for the theatre, the less are we -enabled to consider the immaturity and imperfection of a work as a proof -of its spuriousness in opposition to historical evidence, if we only find in it -prominent features of his mind. Several of the works rejected as spurious, -may still have been produced in the period betwixt <cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, and -the earliest of the acknowledged pieces.</p> - -<p class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_355'>355</span>‘At last, Steevens published seven pieces ascribed to Shakespear in two -supplementary volumes. It is to be remarked, that they all appeared in -print in Shakespear’s life-time, with his name prefixed at full length. -They are the following:—</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘1. <em>Locrine.</em> The proofs of the genuineness of this piece are not altogether -unambiguous; the grounds for doubt, on the other hand, are -entitled to attention. However, this question is immediately connected -with that respecting <cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, and must be at the same time resolved -in the affirmative or negative.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘2. <cite>Pericles, Prince of Tyre.</cite> This piece was acknowledged by Dryden, -but as a youthful work of Shakespear. It is most undoubtedly his, and it -has been admitted into several of the late editions. The supposed imperfections -originate in the circumstance, that Shakespear here handled a childish -and extravagant romance of the old poet Gower, and was unwilling to -drag the subject out of its proper sphere. Hence he even introduces -Gower himself, and makes him deliver a prologue entirely in his antiquated -language and versification. This power of assuming so foreign a manner -is at least no proof of helplessness.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘3. <cite>The London Prodigal.</cite> If we are not mistaken, Lessing pronounced -this piece to be Shakespear’s, and wished to bring it on the German stage.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘4. <cite>The Puritan; or, the Widows of Watling Street.</cite> One of my literary -friends, intimately acquainted with Shakespear, was of opinion that the -poet must have wished to write a play for once in the style of Ben Jonson, -and that in this way we must account for the difference between the present -piece and his usual manner. To follow out this idea however would lead -to a very nice critical investigation.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘5. <cite>Thomas, Lord Cromwell.</cite></p> - -<p class='c016'>‘6. <cite>Sir John Oldcastle—First Part.</cite></p> - -<p class='c016'>‘7. <cite>A Yorkshire Tragedy.</cite></p> - -<p class='c016'>‘The three last pieces are not only unquestionably Shakespear’s, but in -my opinion they deserve to be classed among his best and maturest -works.—Steevens admits at last, in some degree, that they are Shakespear’s, -as well as the others, excepting <em>Locrine</em>, but he speaks of all of them with -great contempt, as quite worthless productions. This condemnatory -sentence is not however in the slightest degree convincing, nor is it supported -by critical acumen. I should like to see how such a critic would, of -his own natural suggestion, have decided on Shakespear’s acknowledged -master-pieces, and what he would have thought of praising in them, had -the public opinion not imposed on him the duty of admiration. <cite>Thomas, -Lord Cromwell</cite>, and <em>Sir John Oldcastle</em>, are biographical dramas, and -models in this species: the first is linked, from its subject, to <cite>Henry the -Eighth</cite>, and the second to <cite>Henry the Fifth</cite>. The second part of <em>Oldcastle</em> -is wanting; I know not whether a copy of the old edition has been discovered -in England, or whether it is lost. <cite>The Yorkshire Tragedy</cite> is a -tragedy in one act, a dramatised tale of murder: the tragical effect is overpowering, -and it is extremely important to see how poetically Shakespear -could handle such a subject.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘There have been still farther ascribed to him:—1st. <cite>The Merry Devil -of Edmonton</cite>, a comedy in one act, printed in Dodsley’s old plays. This -<span class='pageno' id='Page_356'>356</span>has certainly some appearances in its favour. It contains a merry landlord, -who bears a great similarity to the one in the <cite>Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>. -However, at all events, though an ingenious, it is but a hasty sketch. -2d. <cite>The Accusation of Paris.</cite> 3d. <cite>The Birth of Merlin.</cite> 4th. <cite>Edward the -Third.</cite> 5th. <cite>The Fair Emma.</cite> 6th. <cite>Mucedorus.</cite> 7th. <cite>Arden of Feversham.</cite> -I have never seen any of these, and cannot therefore say anything -respecting them. From the passages cited, I am led to conjecture that the -subject of <cite>Mucedorus</cite> is the popular story of Valentine and Orson; -a beautiful subject which Lope de Vega has also taken for a play. -<cite>Arden of Feversham</cite> is said to be a tragedy on the story of a man, from -whom the poet was descended by the mother’s side. If the quality of the -piece is not too directly at variance with this claim, the circumstance would -afford an additional probability in its favour. For such motives were not -foreign to Shakespear: he treated Henry the Seventh, who bestowed lands -on his forefathers for services performed by them, with a visible partiality.</p> - -<p class='c016'>‘Whoever takes from Shakespear a play early ascribed to him, and confessedly -belonging to his time, is unquestionably bound to answer, with -some degree of probability, this question: who has then written it? Shakespear’s -competitors in the dramatic walk are pretty well known, and if -those of them who have even acquired a considerable name, a Lilly, a -Marlow, a Heywood, are still so very far below him, we can hardly imagine -that the author of a work, which rises so high beyond theirs, would have -remained unknown.’—<cite>Lectures on Dramatic Literature</cite>, vol. ii. page 252.</p> - -<p class='c000'>We agree to the truth of this last observation, but not to the justice -of its application to some of the plays here mentioned. It is true -that Shakespear’s best works are very superior to those of Marlow, -or Heywood, but it is not true that the best of the doubtful plays -above enumerated are superior or even equal to the best of theirs. -<cite>The Yorkshire Tragedy</cite>, which Schlegel speaks of as an undoubted -production of our author’s, is much more in the manner of Heywood -than of Shakespear. The effect is indeed overpowering, but the -mode of producing it is by no means poetical. The praise which -Schlegel gives to <cite>Thomas, Lord Cromwell</cite>, and to <em>Sir John Oldcastle</em>, -is altogether exaggerated. They are very indifferent compositions, -which have not the slightest pretensions to rank with <cite>Henry V.</cite> or -<cite>Henry VIII.</cite> We suspect that the German critic was not very well -acquainted with the dramatic contemporaries of Shakespear, or aware -of their general merits; and that he accordingly mistakes a resemblance -in style and manner for an equal degree of excellence. Shakespear -differed from the other writers of his age not in the mode of -treating his subjects, but in the grace and power which he displayed -in them. The reason assigned by a literary friend of Schlegel’s for -supposing <cite>The Puritan; or, the Widow of Watling Street</cite>, to be -Shakespear’s, viz. that it is in the style of Ben Jonson, that is to say, -in a style just the reverse of his own, is not very satisfactory to a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_357'>357</span>plain English understanding. <cite>Locrine</cite>, and <cite>The London Prodigal</cite>, if they -were Shakespear’s at all, must have been among the sins of his youth. -<cite>Arden of Feversham</cite> contains several striking passages, but the passion -which they express is rather that of a sanguine temperament than of -a lofty imagination; and in this respect they approximate more nearly -to the style of other writers of the time than to Shakespear’s. <cite>Titus -Andronicus</cite> is certainly as unlike Shakespear’s usual style as it is -possible. It is an accumulation of vulgar physical horrors, in which -the power exercised by the poet bears no proportion to the repugnance -excited by the subject. The character of Aaron the Moor is the -only thing which shews any originality of conception; and the scene -in which he expresses his joy ‘at the blackness and ugliness of his -child begot in adultery,’ the only one worthy of Shakespear. Even -this is worthy of him only in the display of power, for it gives no -pleasure. Shakespear managed these things differently. Nor do we -think it a sufficient answer to say that this was an embryo or crude -production of the author. In its kind it is full grown, and its features -decided and overcharged. It is not like a first imperfect essay, but -shews a confirmed habit, a systematic preference of violent effect to -everything else. There are occasional detached images of great -beauty and delicacy, but these were not beyond the powers of other -writers then living. The circumstance which inclines us to reject -the external evidence in favour of this play being Shakespear’s is, -that the grammatical construction is constantly false and mixed up -with vulgar abbreviations, a fault that never occurs in any of his -genuine plays. A similar defect, and the halting measure of the -verse are the chief objections to <cite>Pericles of Tyre</cite>, if we except the -far-fetched and complicated absurdity of the story. The movement -of the thoughts and passions has something in it not unlike Shakespear, -and several of the descriptions are either the original hints of -passages which Shakespear has ingrafted on his other plays, or are -imitations of them by some contemporary poet. The most memorable -idea in it is in Marina’s speech, where she compares the world -to ‘a lasting storm, hurrying her from her friends.’</p> - -<h3 class='c010'>POEMS AND SONNETS</h3> - -<p class='c011'>Our idolatry of Shakespear (not to say our admiration) ceases with -his plays. In his other productions, he was a mere author, though -not a common author. It was only by representing others, that he -became himself. He could go out of himself, and express the soul -of Cleopatra; but in his own person, he appeared to be always -<span class='pageno' id='Page_358'>358</span>waiting for the prompter’s cue. In expressing the thoughts of others, -he seemed inspired; in expressing his own, he was a mechanic. -The licence of an assumed character was necessary to restore his -genius to the privileges of nature, and to give him courage to break -through the tyranny of fashion, the trammels of custom. In his -plays, he was ‘as broad and casing as the general air’: in his poems, -on the contrary, he appears to be ‘cooped, and cabined in’ by all -the technicalities of art, by all the petty intricacies of thought and -language, which poetry had learned from the controversial jargon of -the schools, where words had been made a substitute for things. -There was, if we mistake not, something of modesty, and a painful -sense of personal propriety at the bottom of this. Shakespear’s -imagination, by identifying itself with the strongest characters in the -most trying circumstances, grappled at once with nature, and trampled -the littleness of art under his feet: the rapid changes of situation, -the wide range of the universe, gave him life and spirit, and afforded -full scope to his genius; but returned into his closet again, and having -assumed the badge of his profession, he could only labour in his -vocation, and conform himself to existing models. The thoughts, -the passions, the words which the poet’s pen, ‘glancing from heaven -to earth, from earth to heaven,’ lent to others, shook off the -fetters of pedantry and affectation; while his own thoughts and -feelings, standing by themselves, were seized upon as lawful prey, -and tortured to death according to the established rules and practice -of the day. In a word, we do not like Shakespear’s poems, because -we like his plays: the one, in all their excellencies, are just the -reverse of the other. It has been the fashion of late to cry up our -author’s poems, as equal to his plays: this is the desperate cant of -modern criticism. We would ask, was there the slightest comparison -between Shakespear, and either Chaucer or Spenser, as mere poets? -Not any.—The two poems of Venus and Adonis and of Tarquin -and Lucrece appear to us like a couple of ice-houses. They are -about as hard, as glittering, and as cold. The author seems all the -time to be thinking of his verses, and not of his subject,—not of -what his characters would feel, but of what he shall say; and as it -must happen in all such cases, he always puts into their mouths those -things which they would be the last to think of, and which it shews -the greatest ingenuity in him to find out. The whole is laboured, -up-hill work. The poet is perpetually singling out the difficulties of -the art to make an exhibition of his strength and skill in wrestling -with them. He is making perpetual trials of them as if his mastery -over them were doubted. The images, which are often striking, are -generally applied to things which they are the least like: so that they -<span class='pageno' id='Page_359'>359</span>do not blend with the poem, but seem stuck upon it, like splendid -patch-work, or remain quite distinct from it, like detached substances, -painted and varnished over. A beautiful thought is sure to be -lost in an endless commentary upon it. The speakers are like -persons who have both leisure and inclination to make riddles on their -own situation, and to twist and turn every object or incident into -acrostics and anagrams. Everything is spun out into allegory; and -a digression is always preferred to the main story. Sentiment is built -up upon plays of words; the hero or heroine feels, not from the -impulse of passion, but from the force of dialectics. There is besides -a strange attempt to substitute the language of painting for that of -poetry, to make us <em>see</em> their feelings in the faces of the persons; and -again, consistently with this, in the description of the picture in -Tarquin and Lucrece, those circumstances are chiefly insisted on, -which it would be impossible to convey except by words. The invocation -to opportunity in the Tarquin and Lucrece is full of thoughts -and images, but at the same time it is overloaded by them. The -concluding stanza expresses all our objections to this kind of -poetry:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh! idle words, servants to shallow fools;</div> - <div class='line'>Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators;</div> - <div class='line'>Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;</div> - <div class='line'>Debate when leisure serves with dull debaters;</div> - <div class='line'>To trembling clients be their mediators:</div> - <div class='line'>For me I force not argument a straw,</div> - <div class='line'>Since that my case is past all help of law.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The description of the horse in Venus and Adonis has been -particularly admired, and not without reason:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Round hoof’d, short jointed, fetlocks shag and long,</div> - <div class='line'>Broad breast, full eyes, small head, and nostril wide,</div> - <div class='line'>High crest, short ears, strait legs, and passing strong,</div> - <div class='line'>Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide,</div> - <div class='line'>Look what a horse should have, he did not lack,</div> - <div class='line'>Save a proud rider on so proud a back.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>Now this inventory of perfections shews great knowledge of the -horse; and is good matter-of-fact poetry. Let the reader but -compare it with a speech in the <cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite> where -Theseus describes his hounds—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>‘And their heads are hung</div> - <div class='line'>With ears that sweep away the morning dew’—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>and he will perceive at once what we mean by the difference between -Shakespear’s own poetry, and that of his plays. We prefer the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_360'>360</span>Passionate Pilgrim very much to the Lover’s Complaint. It has -been doubted whether the latter poem is Shakespear’s.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Of the Sonnets we do not well know what to say. The subject -of them seems to be somewhat equivocal; but many of them are -highly beautiful in themselves, and interesting as they relate to the -state of the personal feelings of the author. The following are some -of the most striking:—</p> - -<h4 class='c022'>CONSTANCY</h4> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Let those who are in favour with their stars,</div> - <div class='line'>Of public honour and proud titles boast,</div> - <div class='line'>Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,</div> - <div class='line'>Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.</div> - <div class='line'>Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread,</div> - <div class='line'>But as the marigold in the sun’s eye;</div> - <div class='line'>And in themselves their pride lies buried,</div> - <div class='line'>For at a frown they in their glory die.</div> - <div class='line'>The painful warrior famous’d for fight,</div> - <div class='line'>After a thousand victories once foil’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Is from the book of honour razed quite,</div> - <div class='line'>And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:</div> - <div class='line in2'>Then happy I, that love and am belov’d,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where I may not remove, nor be remov’d.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h4 class='c022'>LOVE’S CONSOLATION</h4> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>I all alone beweep my out-cast state,</div> - <div class='line'>And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,</div> - <div class='line'>And look upon myself, and curse my fate,</div> - <div class='line'>Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,</div> - <div class='line'>Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,</div> - <div class='line'>Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,</div> - <div class='line'>With what I most enjoy contented least:</div> - <div class='line'>Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,</div> - <div class='line'>Haply I think on thee,—and then my state</div> - <div class='line'>(Like to the lark at break of day arising</div> - <div class='line'>From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;</div> - <div class='line in2'>For thy sweet love remember’d, such wealth brings,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That then I scorn to change my state with kings.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h4 class='c022'>NOVELTY</h4> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming</div> - <div class='line'>I love not less, though less the show appear:</div> - <div class='line'>That love is merchandis’d, whose rich esteeming</div> - <div class='line'>The owner’s tongue doth publish everywhere.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_361'>361</span>Our love was new, and then but in the spring,</div> - <div class='line'>When I was wont to greet it with my lays:</div> - <div class='line'>As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing,</div> - <div class='line'>And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:</div> - <div class='line'>Not that the summer is less pleasant now</div> - <div class='line'>Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,</div> - <div class='line'>But that wild music burdens every bough,</div> - <div class='line'>And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.</div> - <div class='line in2'>Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Because I would not dull you with my song.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h4 class='c022'>LIFE’S DECAY</h4> - -<div class='lg-container-b c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘That time of year thou may’st in me behold</div> - <div class='line'>When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang</div> - <div class='line'>Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,</div> - <div class='line'>Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.</div> - <div class='line'>In me thou seest the twilight of such day,</div> - <div class='line'>As after sun-set fadeth in the west,</div> - <div class='line'>Which by and by black night doth take away,</div> - <div class='line'>Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.</div> - <div class='line'>In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,</div> - <div class='line'>That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,</div> - <div class='line'>As the death-bed whereon it must expire,</div> - <div class='line'>Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.</div> - <div class='line in2'>This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To love that well which thou must leave ere long.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>In all these, as well as in many others, there is a mild tone of sentiment, -deep, mellow, and sustained, very different from the crudeness -of his earlier poems.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>End of <span class='sc'>The Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_363'>363</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A LETTER TO WILLIAM GIFFORD, ESQ.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c023'><span class='pageno' id='Page_364'>364</span>[The title-page of the original edition is as follows: <cite>A Letter to -William Gifford, Esq. From William Hazlitt, Esq. ‘<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Fit pugil, et -medicum urget.</span>’ London: Printed for John Miller, Burlington Arcade, -Piccadilly. 1819. Price Three Shillings.</cite> A so-called ‘second -edition’ of 1820 consisted of the unsold copies with a fresh title-page: -<em>London: Printed for Robert Stodart, 81 Strand. 1820.</em>]</p> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_365'>365</span></div> -<div class='ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>A LETTER TO WILLIAM GIFFORD, ESQ.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Sir,—You have an ugly trick of saying what is not true of any one -you do not like; and it will be the object of this letter to cure you -of it. You say what you please of others: it is time you were told -what you are. In doing this, give me leave to borrow the familiarity -of your style:—for the fidelity of the picture I shall be answerable.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You are a little person, but a considerable cat’s-paw; and so far -worthy of notice. Your clandestine connexion with persons high in -office constantly influences your opinions, and alone gives importance -to them. You are the <em>Government Critic</em>, a character nicely differing -from that of a government spy—the invisible link, that connects -literature with the police. It is your business to keep a strict eye -over all writers who differ in opinion with his Majesty’s Ministers, -and to measure their talents and attainments by the standard of their -servility and meanness. For this office you are well qualified. -Besides being the Editor of the Quarterly Review, you are also paymaster -of the band of Gentlemen Pensioners; and when an author -comes before you in the one capacity, with whom you are not acquainted -in the other, you know how to deal with him. You have -your cue beforehand. The distinction between truth and falsehood -you make no account of: you mind only the distinction between -Whig and Tory. Accustomed to the indulgence of your mercenary -virulence and party-spite, you have lost all relish as well as capacity -for the unperverted exercises of the understanding, and make up for -the obvious want of ability by a bare-faced want of principle. The -same set of thread-bare common-places, the same second-hand assortment -of abusive nicknames, the same assumption of little magisterial -airs of superiority, are regularly repeated; and the ready convenient -lie comes in aid of the dearth of other resources, and passes off, with -impunity, in the garb of religion and loyalty. If no one finds it out, -why then there is no harm done, <em>snug’s the word</em>; or if it should be -detected, it is a good joke, shews spirit and invention in proportion to -its grossness and impudence, and it is only a pity that what was so -well meant in so good a cause, should miscarry! The end sanctifies -the means; and you keep no faith with heretics in religion or government. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_366'>366</span>You are under the protection of the <em>Court</em>; and your zeal for -your king and country entitles you to say what you chuse of every -public writer who does not do all in his power to pamper the one -into a tyrant, and to trample the other into a herd of slaves. You -derive your weight with the great and powerful from the very circumstance -that takes away all real weight from your authority, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">viz.</span></i> that -it is avowedly, and upon every occasion, exerted for no one purpose -but to hold up to hatred and contempt whatever opposes in the slightest -degree and in the most flagrant instances of abuse their pride and -passions. You dictate your opinions to a party, because not one of -your opinions is formed upon an honest conviction of the truth or -justice of the case, but by collusion with the prejudices, caprice, -interest or vanity of your employers. The mob of well-dressed -readers who consult the Quarterly Review, know that <em>there is no offence -in it</em>. They put faith in it because they are aware that it is ‘false and -hollow, but will please the ear’; that it will tell them nothing but -what they would wish to believe. Your reasoning comes under the -head of Court-news; your taste is a standard of the prevailing <em>ton</em> in -certain circles, like Ackerman’s dresses for May. When you damn -an author, one knows that he is not a favourite at Carlton House. -When you say that an author cannot write common sense or English, -you mean that he does not believe in the doctrine of <em>divine right</em>. -Of course, the clergy and gentry will not read such an author. Your -praise or blame has nothing to do with the merits of a work, but with -the party to which the writer belongs, or is in the inverse <em>ratio</em> of its -merits. The dingy cover that wraps the pages of the Quarterly -Review does not contain a concentrated essence of taste and knowledge, -but is a receptacle for the scum and sediment of all the prejudice, -bigotry, ill-will, ignorance, and rancour, afloat in the kingdom. -This the fools and knaves who pin their faith on you know, and it is -on this account they pin their faith on you. They come to you for a -scale not of literary talent but of political subserviency. They want -you to set your mark of approbation on a writer as a thorough-paced -tool, or of reprobation as an honest man. Your fashionable readers, -Sir, are hypocrites as well as knaves and fools; and the watch-word, -the practical intelligence they want, must be conveyed to them without -implied offence to their candour and liberality, in the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">patois</span></i> and -gibberish of fraud of which you are a master. When you begin to -jabber about common sense and English, they know what to be at, -shut up the book, and wonder that any respectable publisher can be -found to let it lie on his counter, as much as if it were a Petition for -Reform. Do you suppose, Sir, that such persons as the Rev. Gerard -Valerian Wellesley and the Rev. Weeden Butler would not be glad -<span class='pageno' id='Page_367'>367</span>to ruin what they call a Jacobin author as well as a Jacobin stationer?<a id='r72' /><a href='#f72' class='c012'><sup>[72]</sup></a> -Or that they will not thank you for persuading them that their doing -so in the former case is a proof of their taste and good sense, as well -as loyalty and religion? You know very well that if a particle of -truth or fairness were to find its way into a single number of your -publication, another Quarterly Review would be set up to-morrow for -the express purpose of depriving every author, in prose or verse, of -his reputation and livelihood, who is not a regular hack of the vilest -cabal that ever disgraced this or any other country.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There is something in your nature and habits that fits you for the -situation into which your good fortune has thrown you. In the first -place, you are in no danger of exciting the jealousy of your patrons -by a mortifying display of extraordinary talents, while your sordid -devotion to their will and to your own interest at once ensures their -gratitude and contempt. To crawl and lick the dust is all they -expect of you, and all you can do. Otherwise they might fear your -power, for they could have no dependence on your fidelity: but they -take you with safety and fondness to their bosoms; for they know -that if you cease to be a tool, you cease to be anything. If you had -an exuberance of wit, the unguarded use of it might sometimes glance -at your employers; if you were sincere yourself, you might respect -the motives of others; if you had sufficient understanding, you might -attempt an argument, and fail in it. But luckily for yourself and your -admirers, you are but the dull echo, ‘the tenth transmitter’ of some -hackneyed jest: the want of all manly and candid feeling in yourself -only excites your suspicion and antipathy to it in others, as something -at which your nature recoils: your slowness to understand makes you -quick to misrepresent; and you infallibly make nonsense of what you -cannot possibly conceive. What seem your wilful blunders are often -the felicity of natural parts, and your want of penetration has all the -appearance of an affected petulance!</p> - -<p class='c000'>Again, of an humble origin yourself, you recommend your performances -to persons of fashion by always abusing <em>low people</em>, with the -smartness of a lady’s waiting woman, and the independent spirit of a -travelling tutor. Raised from the lowest rank to your present despicable -eminence in the world of letters, you are indignant that any one -should attempt to rise into notice, except by the same regular trammels -and servile gradations, or should go about to separate the stamp of -merit from the badge of sycophancy. The silent listener in select -circles, and menial tool of noble families, you have become the oracle -of Church and State. The purveyor to the prejudices or passions of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_368'>368</span>a private patron succeeds, by no other title, to regulate the public -taste. You have felt the inconveniences of poverty, and look up with -base and groveling admiration to the advantages of wealth and power: -you have had to contend with the mechanical difficulties of a want of -education, and you see nothing in learning but its mechanical uses. -A self-taught man naturally becomes a pedant, and mistakes the means -of knowledge for the end, unless he is a man of genius; and you, Sir, -are not a man of genius. From having known nothing originally, you -think it a great acquisition to know anything now, no matter what or -how small it is—nay, the smaller and more insignificant it is, the more -curious you seem to think it, as it is farther removed from common -sense and human nature. The collating of points and commas is the -highest game your literary ambition can reach to, and the squabbles of -editors are to you infinitely more important than the meaning of an author. -You think more of the letter than the spirit of a passage; and in your -eagerness to show your minute superiority over those who have gone -before you, generally miss both. In comparing yourself with others, -you make a considerable mistake. You suppose the common advantages -of a liberal education to be something peculiar to yourself, and -calculate your progress beyond the rest of the world from the obscure -point at which you first set out. Yet your overweening self-complacency -is never easy but in the expression of your contempt for -others; like a conceited mechanic in a village ale-house, you would -set down every one who differs from you as an ignorant blockhead; -and very fairly infer that any one who is beneath yourself must be -nothing. You have been well called an Ultra-Crepidarian critic. -From the difficulty you yourself have in constructing a sentence of -common grammar, and your frequent failures, you instinctively presume -that no author who comes under the lash of your pen can understand -his mother-tongue: and again, you suspect every one who is not -your ‘very good friend’ of knowing nothing of the Greek or Latin, -because you are surprised to think how you came by your own knowledge -of them. There is an innate littleness and vulgarity in all you -do. In combating an opinion, you never take a broad and liberal -ground, state it fairly, allow what there is of truth or an appearance -of truth, and then assert your own judgment by exposing what is -deficient in it, and giving a more masterly view of the subject. No: -this would be committing your powers and pretensions where you dare -not trust them. You know yourself better. You deny the meaning -altogether, misquote or misapply, and then plume yourself on your -own superiority to the absurdity you have created. Your triumph -over your antagonists is the triumph of your cunning and mean-spiritedness -over some nonentity of your own making; and your wary -<span class='pageno' id='Page_369'>369</span>self-knowledge shrinks from a comparison with any but the most puny -pretensions, as the spider retreats from the caterpillar into its web.</p> - -<p class='c000'>There cannot be a greater nuisance than a dull, envious, pragmatical, -low-bred man, who is placed as you are in the situation of the Editor -of such a work as the Quarterly Review. Conscious that his reputation -stands on very slender and narrow grounds, he is naturally jealous -of that of others. He insults over unsuccessful authors; he hates -successful ones. He is angry at the faults of a work; more angry at -its excellences. If an opinion is old, he treats it with supercilious -indifference; if it is new, it provokes his rage. Everything beyond -his limited range of inquiry, appears to him a paradox and an absurdity: -and he resents every suggestion of the kind as an imposition on the -public, and an imputation on his own sagacity. He cavils at what he -does not comprehend, and misrepresents what he knows to be true. -Bound to go through the nauseous task of abusing all those who are -not like himself the abject tools of power, his irritation increases with -the number of obstacles he encounters, and the number of sacrifices he -is obliged to make of common sense and decency to his interest and -self-conceit. Every instance of prevarication he wilfully commits -makes him more in love with hypocrisy, and every indulgence of his -hired malignity makes him more disposed to repeat the insult and the -injury. His understanding becomes daily more distorted, and his -feelings more and more callous. Grown old in the service of corruption, -he drivels on to the last with prostituted impotence and shameless -effrontery; salves a meagre reputation for wit, by venting the driblets -of his spleen and impertinence on others; answers their arguments by -confuting himself; mistakes habitual obtuseness of intellect for a -particular acuteness, not to be imposed upon by shallow appearances; -unprincipled rancour for zealous loyalty; and the irritable, discontented, -vindictive, peevish effusions of bodily pain and mental imbecility -for proofs of refinement of taste and strength of understanding.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Such, Sir, is the picture of which you have sat for the outline:—all -that remains is to fill up the little, mean, crooked, dirty details. -The task is to me no very pleasant one; for I can feel very little -ambition to follow you through your ordinary routine of pettifogging -objections and barefaced assertions, the only difficulty of making -which is to throw aside all regard to truth and decency, and the only -difficulty in answering them is to overcome one’s contempt for the -writer. But you are a nuisance, and should be abated.</p> - -<p class='c000'>I shall proceed to shew, first, your want of common honesty, in -speaking of particular persons; and, secondly, your want of common -capacity, in treating of any general question. It is this double negation -of understanding and principle that makes you all that you are.—As -<span class='pageno' id='Page_370'>370</span>an instance of the summary manner in which you dispose of any -author who is not to your taste, you began your account of the first -work of mine you thought proper to notice (the Round Table), with -a paltry and deliberate falsehood. I need not be at much pains to -shew that your opinion on the merits of a work is not of much value, -after I have shewn that your word is not to be taken with respect -to the author. The charges which you brought against me as the -writer of that work, were chiefly these four:—1st, That I pretended -to have written a work in the manner of the Spectator; I answer, -this is a falsehood. The Advertisement to that work is written -expressly to disclaim any such idea, and to apologise for the work’s -having fallen short of the original intention of the projector (Mr. -Leigh Hunt), from its execution having devolved almost entirely -upon me, who had undertaken merely to furnish a set of essays and -criticisms, which essays and criticisms were here collected together.—2. -That I was not only a professed imitator of Addison, but a -great coiner of new words and phrases: I answer, this is also a -deliberate and contemptible falsehood. You have filled a paragraph -with a catalogue of these new words and phrases, which you attribute -to me, and single out as the particular characteristics of my style, not -any one of which I have used. This you knew.—3. You say I -write eternally about washerwomen. I answer, no such thing. -There is indeed one paper in the Round Table on this subject, and -I think a very agreeable one. I may say so, for it is not my -writing.—4. You say that ‘I praise my own chivalrous eloquence’: -and I answer, that’s a falsehood; and that you knew that I had not -applied these words to myself, because you knew that it was not I -who had used them. The last paragraph of the article in question -is true: for as if to obviate the detection of this tissue of little, lying, -loyal, catchpenny frauds, it contains a cunning, tacit acknowledgment -of them; but says, with equal candour and modesty, that it is not the -business of the writer to distinguish (in such trifling cases) between -truth and falsehood. That may be; but I cannot think that for the -editor of the Quarterly Review to want common veracity, is any disgrace -to me. It is necessary, Sir, to go into the details of this -fraudulent transaction, this Albemarle-street hoax, that the public -may know, once for all, what to think of you and me. The first -paragraph of the Review is couched in the following terms.</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘Whatever may have been the preponderating feelings with which -we closed these volumes, we will not refuse our acknowledgments to -Mr. Hazlitt for a few mirthful sensations,’ (that they were very few, -I can easily believe,) ‘which he has enabled us to mingle with the -rest, by the hint that his Essays were meant to be “in the manner of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_371'>371</span>the Spectator and Tatler.” The passage in which this is conveyed, -happened to be nearly the last to which we turned; and we were -about to rise from the Round Table, heavily oppressed with a recollection -of vulgar descriptions, silly paradoxes, flat truisms, misty sophistry, -broken English, ill humour, and rancorous abuse, when we were first -informed of the modest pretensions of our host. Our thoughts then -reverted with an eager impulse to the urbanity of Addison, his unassuming -tone, and clear simplicity; to the ease and softness of his -style, to the chearful benevolence of his heart. The playful gaiety -too, and the tender feelings of his coadjutor, poor Steele, came -forcibly to our memory. The effect of the ludicrous contrast thus -presented to us, it would be somewhat difficult to describe. We -think that it was akin to what we have felt from the admirable <em>nonchalance</em> -with which Liston, in the complex character of a weaver -and an ass, seems to throw away all doubt of his being the most -accomplished lover in the universe, and receives, as if they were -merely his due, the caresses of the fairy queen.’—Quarterly Review, -No. xxxiii. p. 154.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The advertisement prefixed to the Round Table, in which the hint -is conveyed which afforded you ‘a few mirthful sensations,’ stood -thus.—</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘The following work falls somewhat short of its title and original -intention. It was proposed by my friend Mr. Hunt, to publish a -series of papers in the Examiner, in the manner of the early periodical -essayists, the Spectator and Tatler. These papers were to be contributed -by various persons on a variety of subjects; and Mr. Hunt, -as the editor, was to take the characteristic or dramatic part of the -work upon himself. I undertook to furnish occasional essays and -criticisms; one or two other friends promised their assistance; but -the essence of the work was to be miscellaneous. The next thing -was to fix upon a title for it. After much doubtful consultation, that -of <span class='sc'>The Round Table</span> was agreed upon, as most descriptive of its -nature and design. But our plan had been no sooner arranged and -entered upon, than Buonaparte landed at Frejus, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">et voila la Table -Ronde dissoute</span></i>. Our little Congress was broken up as well as the -great one. Politics called off the attention of the Editor from the -belles lettres; and the task of continuing the work fell chiefly upon -the person who was least able to give life and spirit to the original -design. A want of variety in the subjects, and mode of treating -them, is, perhaps, the least disadvantage resulting from this circumstance. -All the papers in the two volumes here offered to the public, -were written by myself and Mr. Hunt, except a letter communicated -by a friend in the sixteenth number. Out of the fifty-two numbers, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_372'>372</span>twelve are Mr. Hunt’s, with the signatures L. H. or H. T. For -all the rest I am answerable. <span class='sc'>W. Hazlitt.</span>’</p> - -<p class='c000'>Such, Sir, is the passage to which you allude, with so much -hysterical satisfaction, as having let you into the secret that I fancied -myself to have produced a work ‘in the manner of the Spectator and -Tatler’; and as having relieved you from the extreme uneasiness you -had felt in reading through the ‘vulgar descriptions, silly paradoxes, -flat truisms, misty sophistry, broken English, ill humour, and rancorous -abuse,’ contained in the Round Table. If I had indeed given -myself out for a second Steele or Addison, I should have made a -very ludicrous mistake. As it is, it is you have made a wilful misstatement. -Your oppression, Sir, in rising from the Round Table, -must have been great to put you upon so desperate an expedient to -divert your chagrin, as that of affecting to suppose that I had said -just the contrary of what I did say, in order that you might affect ‘a -few mirthful sensations’ at my expence. I cannot say that I envy -you the little voluntary revulsion which your feelings underwent, at -the ludicrous comparison which you fancy me to make between myself -and Addison, on purpose to indulge the suggestions of your spleen -and prejudice. These are among the last refinements, the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">menus -plaisirs</span></i> of hypocrisy, of which I must remain in ignorance. I will -not require you to retract the assertion you have made, but I will take -care before I have done, that any assertion you may make with -respect to me shall not be taken as current. As to your praise of the -Tatler and Spectator, I must at all times agree to it: but as far as it -was meant as a tacit reproof to my vanity in comparing myself with -these authors, it appears to have been unnecessary. You say elsewhere, -speaking of some passage of mine—‘Addison never wrote -anything so fine!’—and again that I fancy myself a finer writer than -Addison. By your uneasy jealousy of the self-conceit of other -people, it should seem that you are in the habit of drawing comparisons, -‘secret, sweet, and precious,’ between yourself and your -‘illustrious predecessors’ not much to their advantage. As you have -here thought proper to tell me what I do not think, I will tell you -what I do think, which is, that you could not have written the -passage in question, <cite>On the Progress of Arts</cite>, because you never felt -half the enthusiasm for what is fine.</p> - -<p class='c000'>2. After stating the pretensions of the work, you proceed to the -style in which it is written.—‘There is one merit which this author -possesses besides that of successful imitation—he is a very eminent -creator of words and phrases. Amongst a vast variety which have -newly started up we notice “firesider”—“kitcheny”—“to smooth -up”—“to do off”—and “to tiptoe down.” To <em>this</em> we add a few -<span class='pageno' id='Page_373'>373</span>of the author’s new-born phrases, which bear sufficient marks of a -kindred origin to entitle them to a place by <em>their</em> side. Such is the -assertion that Spenser “was dipt in poetic luxury”; the description -of “a minute coil which clicks in the baking coal”—of “a numerousness -scattering an individual gusto”—and of “curls that are ripe -with sun shine.” <em>Our readers are perhaps by this time as much -acquainted with the style of this author as they have any desire to be</em>,’ etc.</p> - -<p class='c000'>I have nothing to do at present with the merits of the words or -phrases, which you here attribute to me, and make the test of my -general style, as if your readers truly if they persisted would find only -a constant repetition of them in my writings. I say that they are -not mine at all; that they are not characteristic of my style, that you -knew this perfectly, and also that there were reasons which prevented -me from pointing out this petty piece of chicanery; and farther, I -say that I am so far from being ‘a very eminent creator of words -and phrases,’ that I do not believe you can refer to an instance in -anything I have written in which there is a single new word or -phrase. In fact, I am as tenacious on this score of never employing -any new words to express my ideas, as you, Sir, are of never -expressing any ideas that are not perfectly thread-bare and commonplace. -My style is as old as your matter. This is the fault you at -other times find with it, mistaking the common idiom of the language -for ‘broken English.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>3. You say that ‘I write eternally about washerwomen’; and -pray, if I did, what is that to you, Sir? There is a littleness in your -objections which makes even the answers to them ridiculous, and -which would make it impossible to notice them, were you not the -Government-Critic. You say yourself indeed afterwards that ‘It is -he’ (Mr. Hunt) ‘who devotes <em>ten or twelve pages</em> to a dissertation -on washerwomen.’ Good: what you say on this subject is a fair -specimen of your mind and manners. The playing at fast-and-loose -with the matter-of-fact may be passed over as a matter of course in -your hypercritical lucubrations. There is but one half paper on this -interdicted subject in the Round Table:—you have filled one page out -of five of the article in the Review with a ridicule of this paper on -account of the vulgarity of the subject, which offends you exceedingly; -you recur to it twice afterwards <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">en passant</span></i>, and end your -performance (somewhat in the style of a quack-doctor aping his own -merry-andrew) with ‘two or three conclusive digs in the side at it.’ -There is something in the subject that makes a strong impression -on your mind. You seem ‘to hate it with a perfect hatred.’<a id='r73' /><a href='#f73' class='c012'><sup>[73]</sup></a> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_374'>374</span>Now I would ask where is the harm of this dissertation on -washerwomen inserted in the Round Table, any more than those -of Dutch and Flemish kitchen-pieces, the glossy brilliancy and -high finishing of which must have become familiar to your eye -in the collections of Earl Grosvenor, Lord Mulgrave, and the -Marquis of Stafford? What has Mr. Hunt done in this never-to-be -forgiven paper to betray the lowness of his breeding or sentiments, -or to shew that he who wrote it is ‘the droll or merry fellow of the -piece,’ and that I who <em>did not write it</em> am ‘a sour Jacobin, who hate -everything but washerwomen’? Would Addison or Steele, ‘poor -Steele’ as you call him, have brought this as a capital charge against -their ‘imitators’? Did they instinctively direct their speculations or -limit their views of human life to ‘remarks on gentlemen and gentlewomen’? -They often enough treated of low people and familiar life -without any consciousness of degradation. ‘Their gorge did not -rise’ at the humble worth or homely enjoyments of their fellow-creatures, -like your’s. A coronet or a mitre were not the only things -that caught their jaundiced eye, or soothed their rising gall. They -who are always talking of high and low people are generally of a -vulgar origin themselves, and of an inherent meanness of disposition -which nothing can overcome. Besides, there is a want of good -faith, as well as of good taste, in your affected fastidiousness on this -point. ‘You assume a vice, though you have it not,’ or not to the -degree, which your petulance and servility would have us suppose. A -short time before you wrote this uncalled-for tirade against Mr. Hunt -as an exclusive patroniser of that class of females, ycleped ‘washerwomen,’ -he had quoted with praise in the Examiner, and as a mark -of tender and humane feelings in the author, in spite of appearances -to the contrary, the following epitaph from the Gentleman’s Magazine.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>‘<span class='sc'>Epitaph by William Gifford, Esq.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>‘We are no friends, publicly speaking, to the author of the following -epitaph. We differ much with his politics, and with the cast of his -satire; and do not think him, properly speaking, a poet, as many do. -But we always admired the spirit that looked forth from his account -of his own life, and the touching copy of verses on a departed friend, -that are to be found in the notes to one of his satires; and there are -feelings and circumstances in this world, before which politics and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_375'>375</span>satire, and poetry, are of little importance’—(<em>How little knew’st thou -of Calista!</em>)—‘feelings, that triumph over infirmity and distaste of -every sort, and only render us anxious, in our respect for them, to be -thought capable of appreciating them ourselves. The world, with all -its hubbub, slides away from before one on such occasions; and we only -see humanity in all its better weakness, and let us add, in all its beauty.</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘The author will think what he pleases of this effusion of ours. -It is an interval in the battle, during which we only wish to show -ourselves fellow-men with him. Afterwards, he may resume his -hostilities, if he has any, and we will draw our swords as before.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div><em>For the ‘Gentleman’s Magazine.’ Dec. 18, 1815.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c016'>‘Mr. Urban,—I am one of those who love to contemplate the -“frail memorials” of the dead, and do not, therefore, count the -solitary hours, occasionally spent in a church-yard, among the most -melancholy ones of my life. But in London, this is a gratification -rarely to be found; for, either through caution, or some less worthy -motive, the cemeteries are closed against the stranger. I have been -in the practice of passing by the chapel in South Audley Street, -Grosvenor Square, almost every day, for several weeks, yet never saw -the door of the burying-ground open till yesterday. I did not neglect -the opportunity thus offered, but walked in. I found it far more -spacious and airy than I expected; but I met with nothing very -novel or interesting till I came to a low tomb, plain but neat, where -I was both pleased and surprised by the following inscription, which, I -believe, has never yet appeared in print, and which seems not unworthy -of your miscellany.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>M. D.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div>Here lies the Body</div> - <div>of ANN DAVIES,</div> - <div>(for more than twenty years)</div> - <div>Servant to William Gifford.<a id='r74' /><a href='#f74' class='c012'><sup>[74]</sup></a></div> - <div>She died February 6, 1815,</div> - <div>in the forty-third year of her age,</div> - <div>of a tedious and painful malady,</div> - <div>which she bore</div> - <div>with exemplary patience and resignation.</div> - <div class='c004'>Her deeply-afflicted master</div> - <div>erected this stone to her memory,</div> - <div>as a faithful testimony</div> - <div>of her uncommon worth,</div> - <div>and of his perpetual gratitude,</div> - <div>respect and affection,</div> - <div>for her long and meritorious services.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_376'>376</span>Though here unknown, dear Ann, thy ashes rest,</div> - <div class='line'>Still lives thy memory in one grateful breast,</div> - <div class='line'>That traced thy course through many a painful year,</div> - <div class='line'>And marked thy humble hope, thy pious fear.—</div> - <div class='line'>O! when this frame, which yet, while life remained,</div> - <div class='line'>Thy duteous love, with trembling hand, sustained,</div> - <div class='line'>Dissolves (as soon it must) may that Bless’d Pow’r</div> - <div class='line'>Who beamed on thine, illume my parting hour!</div> - <div class='line'>So shall I greet thee, where no ills annoy,</div> - <div class='line'>And what was sown in grief, is reap’d in joy;</div> - <div class='line'>Where worth, obscured below, bursts into day,</div> - <div class='line'>And those are paid, whom Earth could never pay.’<a id='r75' /><a href='#f75' class='c012'><sup>[75]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>It seems then, you can extract the pathetic though not the -humorous, out of persons who are not ‘gentlemen or gentlewomen.’ -It was the amiable weakness thus noticed, that made you take such -pains to do away the suspicion of a particular partiality for low -people. You could not afford ‘the frail memorial’ of your private -virtues to get beyond the inscription on a tomb-stone, or the poet’s -corner of the Gentleman’s Magazine. The natural sympathies of the -undoubted translator of Juvenal might be a prejudice to the official -character of the anonymous editor of the Quarterly Review. You -were determined to hear no more of this epitaph, and ‘other such -dulcet diseases’<a id='r76' /><a href='#f76' class='c012'><sup>[76]</sup></a> of yours.—You perhaps recollect, Sir, that the -columns of the Examiner newspaper, which gave you such a premature -or posthumous credit for some ‘compunctious visitings of nature,’ also -contained the first specimen of the Story of Rimini. You seem to -have said on that occasion with Iago, ‘You are well tuned now,—but -I’ll set down the pegs that make this music, <em>as honest as I am</em>.’—That -Mr. Hunt should have supposed it possible for a moment, -that a government automaton was accessible to anything like a liberal -concession, is one of those deplorable mistakes which constantly put -men who are ‘made of penetrable stuff,’ at the mercy of those who -are not. The amiable and elegant author of Rimini thought he was -appealing to something human in your breast, in the recollection of -your ‘Dear Ann Davies’; he touched the springs, and found them -‘stuffed with paltry blurred sheets’ of the Quarterly Review, with -notes from Mr. Murray, and directions how to proceed with the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_377'>377</span>author, from the Admiralty Scribe. You retorted his sympathy with -‘one whom earth could never pay,’ by laughing to scorn his honest -laborious ‘tub-tumbling viragos,’ whose red elbows and coarse fists -prevented so inelegant a contrast to the pining and sickly form whose -loss you deplore. Is there anything in your nature and disposition -that draws to it only the infirm in body and oppressed in mind; or -that, while it clings to power for support, seeks consolation in the -daily soothing spectacle of physical malady or morbid sensibility? -The air you breathe seems to infect; and your friendship to be a -canker-worm that blights its objects with unwholesome and premature -decay. You are enamoured of suffering, and are at peace only with -the dead.—Even if you had been accessible to remorse as a political -critic, Mr. Hunt had committed himself with you (past forgiveness) -in your character of a pretender to poetry about town. The following -lines in his Feast of the Poets, must have occasioned you ‘a few -mirthful sensations,’ which you have not yet acknowledged, except -by deeds.—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘A hem was then heard, consequential and snapping,</div> - <div class='line'>And a sour little gentleman walked with a rap in.</div> - <div class='line'>He bow’d, look’d about him, seem’d cold, and sat down,</div> - <div class='line'>And said,<a id='r77' /><a href='#f77' class='c012'><sup>[77]</sup></a> “I’m surpris’d that you’ll visit this town:—</div> - <div class='line'>To be sure, there are one or two of us who know you,</div> - <div class='line'>But as for the rest, they are all much below you.</div> - <div class='line'>So stupid, in general, the natives are grown,</div> - <div class='line'>They really prefer Scotch reviews to their own;</div> - <div class='line'>So that what with their taste, their reformers, and stuff,</div> - <div class='line'>They have sicken’d myself and my friends long enough.”</div> - <div class='line'>“Yourself and your friends!” cried the God in high glee;</div> - <div class='line'>“And pray my frank visitor, who may you be?”</div> - <div class='line'>“Who be?” cried the other; “why really—this tone—</div> - <div class='line'>William Gifford’s a name, I think pretty well known.”</div> - <div class='line'>“Oh—now I remember,” said Phœbus;—“ah true—</div> - <div class='line'>My thanks to that name are undoubtedly due:</div> - <div class='line'>The rod, that got rid of the Cruscas and Lauras,</div> - <div class='line'>—That plague of the butterflies—sav’d me the horrors;</div> - <div class='line'>The Juvenal too stops a gap in one’s shelf,</div> - <div class='line'>At least in what Dryden has not done himself;</div> - <div class='line'>And there’s something, which even distaste must respect,</div> - <div class='line'>In the self-taught example, that conquer’d neglect.</div> - <div class='line'>But not to insist on the recommendations</div> - <div class='line'>Of modesty, wit, and a small stock of patience,</div> - <div class='line'>My visit just now is to poets alone,</div> - <div class='line'>And not to small critics, however well known.”</div> - <div class='line'>So saying, he rang, to leave nothing in doubt,</div> - <div class='line'>And the sour little gentleman bless’d himself out.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_378'>378</span><em>Thus painters write their names at Co.</em> For this passage and the -temperate and judicious note which accompanies it, it is no wonder -that you put the author—of Rimini, in Newgate, without the Sheriff’s -warrant. In order to give as favourable an impression of that poem -as you could, you began your account of it by saying that it had been -composed in Newgate, though you knew that it had not; but you -also knew that the name of Newgate would sound more grateful to -certain ears, to pour flattering poison into which is the height of your -abject ambition. In this courtly inuendo which ushered in your -wretched verbal criticism (it is the more disgusting to see such gross -and impudent prevarication combined with such petty captiousness) -you were guided not by a regard to truth, but to your own ends; and -yet you say somewhere, very oracularly, out of contradiction to me, that -‘not to prefer the true to the agreeable, where they are inconsistent, -is folly.’ You have mistaken the word: it is not folly, but knavery.<a id='r78' /><a href='#f78' class='c012'><sup>[78]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>4. You say you have no objection to my ‘praising my own -chivalrous eloquence’; and I say that the insinuation is impertinent -and untrue. The paper in which that phrase occurs is written by -Mr. Hunt, as you know, and is an answer to some observations of -mine on the poetical temperament in a preceding number <cite>On the -Causes of Methodism</cite>. Mr. Hunt’s having taken upon him ‘to praise -my chivalrous eloquence,’ without consulting you, appeared no doubt -a great piece of presumption; and you punished me by magnifying -this indiscretion into the enormity of my having praised myself. I -might as well say that Mr. Canning had made a fulsome eulogy on -his own private virtues and public principles in your dedication of the -edition of Ben Jonson to him.—You say indeed in the last paragraph -of your criticism that ‘you understand some of the papers to be by -Mr. Hunt; that it is he who is the droll or merry fellow of the -piece; who has shocked you by writing eternally about washerwomen, -etc. but that you cannot stay to distinguish between us, and -that we must divide our respective share of merit between ourselves.’ -The share of merit in that work may indeed be so small that it is of -little consequence who has the reversion of any part of it, but I will -take care that a cat’s-paw shall not be put on the pannel of my -<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">quantum meruit</span></i>, nor take measure of my capacity with a mechanic -<span class='pageno' id='Page_379'>379</span>rule, marked by ignorance and servility, nor turn the scale of public -opinion by throwing in false weights as he pleases, nor make both of -us ridiculous, by attributing to each the peculiarities of the other, -with whatever exaggerated interpretation he chuses to put upon them. -By this transposition of persons, which is not a matter of indifference -as you pretend, you gain this advantage which you have no right to -gain. You can at any time apply to me or Mr. Hunt the obnoxious -points in your account of either, and improve upon them, as it suits -your purpose. By combining the extremes of individual character, -you make a very strange and wilful compound of your own. It is -the same person, and yet it is not one person but two persons, -according to the critical creed you would establish, who is a merry -fellow, and a sour Jacobin; who is all gaiety and all gloom; a -person who rails at poets, and yet is himself a poet; a hater of cats, -and of cat’s-paws;<a id='r79' /><a href='#f79' class='c012'><sup>[79]</sup></a> a reviler of Mr. Pitt, and a panegyrist upon -washerwomen. If, Sir, your friend, Mr. Hoppner, of whom, as -you tell us<a id='r80' /><a href='#f80' class='c012'><sup>[80]</sup></a> you discreetly said nothing, while he was struggling -with obscurity, lest it should be imputed to the partiality of -friendship, but whom you praised and dedicated to, as soon as -he became popular, to shew your disinterestedness and deference to -public opinion, if even this artist, whom you celebrate as a painter of -flattering likenesses, had undertaken to unite in one piece the most -striking features and characteristic expression of his and your common -friends, had improved your lurking archness of look into Mr. -Murray’s gentle, downcast obliquity of vision; had joined Mr. -Canning’s drooping nose to Mr. Croker’s aspiring chin, the clear -complexion (the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">splendida bilis</span></i>) of the one, to the candid self-complacent -aspect of the other; had forced into the same preposterous -medley, the invincible <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">hauteur</span></i> and satanic pride of Mr. Pitt’s -physiognomy, with the dormant meaning and admirable nonchalance -of Lord Castlereagh’s features, the manly sleekness of Charles Long, -and the monumental outline of John Kemble—what mortal would -have owned the likeness!—I too, Sir, must claim the privilege of -the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">principium individuationis</span></i>, for myself as well as my neighbours; I -will sit for no man’s picture but my own, and not to you for that; -I am not desirous to play so many parts as Bottom, and as to his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_380'>380</span>ass’s head which you would put upon my shoulders, it will do for -you to wear the next time you shew yourself in Mr. Murray’s shop, -or for your friend Mr. Southey to take with him, whenever he -appears at Court.</p> - -<p class='c000'>As to the difference of political sentiment between the writer of -the Round Table and the writer of the article in the Review, which -forms the heavy burthen of your flippant censure, I cannot consider -that as an accusation. You have many other objections to make: -such as that, because Mr. Addison wrote some very pleasing papers -on the Pleasures of the Imagination, I am not willing to fall short of -‘my illustrious predecessor’; and ‘accordingly,’ you say, ‘we hear -much of poetry and of painting, and of music and of <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">gusto</span></i>.’ Is this -the only reason you can conceive why any one should take an interest -in such things; or did you write your Baviad and Mæviad that you -might not fall short of Pope, your translation of Juvenal that you -might surpass Dryden, or did you turn commentator on the poets, -that you might be on a par with ‘your illustrious predecessors’—‘from -slashing Bentley down to piddling Theobalds’? Of Hogarth -you make me say, quoting from your favourite treatise on washerwomen, -that ‘he is too apt to perk morals and sentiments in your -face.’ You cannot comprehend my definition of <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">gusto</span></i>, which you do -not ascribe to any defect in yourself. My account of Titian and -Vandyke’s colouring, appears to you very odd, because it is like -the things described, and you have no idea of the things described. -If I had described the style of these two painters in terms applicable -to them both, and to all other painters, you would have thought the -precision of the style equal to the justness of the sentiment. A -distinction without a difference satisfies you, for you can understand -or repeat a common-place. It is the pointing out the real differences -of things that offends you, for you have no idea of what is meant; -and a writer who gets at all below the surface of a question, -necessarily gets beyond your depth, and you can hardly contain -your wonder at his presumption and shallowness. You quote half -a dozen detached sentences of mine, as ‘convincing instances of -affectation and paradox,’ (such as, <em>The definition of a true patriot is a -good hater—He who speaks two languages has no country</em>, etc.) and -which taken from the context to which they belong, and of which -they are brought as extreme illustrations, may be so, but which you -cannot answer in the connection in which they stand, and which you -detach from the general speculation with which you dare not cope, to -bring them more into the focus of your microscopic vision, and that -you may deal with them more at ease and in safety on your old -ground of literal and verbal quibbling.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_381'>381</span>You do not like the subjects of my Essays in general. You -complain in particular of ‘my eager vituperation of good nature and -good-natured people’; and yet with this you have, as I should take -it, nought to do: you object to my sweeping abuse of poets, as (with -the exception of Milton) dishonest men,<a id='r81' /><a href='#f81' class='c012'><sup>[81]</sup></a> with which you have as -little to do; you are no poet, and of course, honest! You do not -like my abuse of the Scotch at which the Irish were delighted, nor -my abuse of the Irish at which the Scotch were not displeased, -nor my abuse of the English, which I can understand; but I wonder -you should not like my abuse of the French. You say indeed that -‘no abuse which is directed against whole classes of men is of much -importance,’ and yet you and your Anti-Jacobin friends have been -living upon this sort of abuse for the last twenty years. You add -with characteristic ‘no meaning’—‘<em>If undeserved</em>, it is utterly impotent -and may be well utterly despised.’ The last part of the -proposition may be true, but abuse is not without effect, because -undeserved, nor is a thing utterly impotent because it is thoroughly -despicable. You, Sir, have power which is considerable, in proportion -as it is despicable!</p> - -<p class='c000'>I confess, Sir, the Round Table did not take; ‘it was <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Caveare</span></i> to -the multitude,’ but the reason, I think, was not that the abuse in it -was undeserved, but that I have there spoken the truth of too many -persons and things. In writing it, I preferred the true to the -agreeable, which I find to be an unpardonable fault. Yet I am -not aware of any sentiment in the work which ought to give offence -to an honest and inquiring mind, for I think there is none that does -not evidently proceed from a conviction of its truth and a bias to -what is right. My object in writing it was to set down such -observations as had occurred to me from time to time on different -subjects, and as appeared to be any ways worth preserving. I -wished to make a sort of <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Liber Veritatis</span></i>, a set of studies from -human life. As my object was not to flatter, neither was it to -offend or contradict others, but to state my own feelings or opinions -such as they really were, but more particularly of course when this -had not been done before, and where I thought I could throw any -new light upon a subject. In doing so, I endeavoured to fix my -attention only on the thing I was writing about, and which had -struck me in some particular manner, which I wished to point out -to others, with the best reasons or explanations I could give. I was -not the slave of prejudices; nor do I think I was the dupe of -my own vanity. To repeat what has been said a thousand times is -<span class='pageno' id='Page_382'>382</span>common-place: to contradict it because it has been so said, is not -originality. A truth is, however, not the worse but the better for -being new. I did not try to think with the multitude nor to differ -with them, but to think for myself; and the having done this with -some boldness and some effect is the height of my offending. I -wrote to the public with the same sincerity and want of disguise as -if I had been making a register of my private thoughts; and -this has been construed by some into a breach of decorum. The -affectation I have been accused of was merely my sometimes stating -a thing in an extreme point of view for fear of not being understood; -and my love of paradox may, I think, be accounted for from the -necessity of counteracting the obstinacy of prejudice. If I have been -led to carry a remark too far, it was because others would not allow -it to have any force at all. My object was to shew the latent operation -of some unsuspected principle, and I therefore took only some -one view of that particular subject. I was chiefly anxious that the -germ of thought should be true and original; that I should put others -in possession of what I meant, and then left it to find its level in the -operation of common sense, and to have its excesses corrected by -other causes. The principle will be found true, even where the -application is extravagant or partial. I have not been wedded to my -particular speculations with the spirit of a partisan. I wrote for -instance an Essay on Pedantry, to qualify the extreme contempt into -which it has fallen, and to shew the necessary advantages of an -absorption of the whole mind in some favourite study, and I wrote -an Essay on the Ignorance of the Learned to lessen the undue -admiration of Learning, and to shew that it is not everything. I -gained very few converts to either of these opinions. You reproach -me with the cynical turn of many of my Essays, which are in fact -prose-satires; but when you say I hate every thing but washerwomen, -you forget what you had before said that I was a great -imitator of Addison, and wrote much about ‘poetry and painting, -and music and <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">gusto</span></i>.’ You make no mention of my character of -Rousseau, or of the paper on Actors and Acting. You also forget -my praise of John Buncle! As to my style, I thought little about -it. I only used the word which seemed to me to signify the idea I -wanted to convey, and I did not rest till I had got it. In seeking -for truth, I sometimes found beauty. As to the facility of which -you, Sir, and others accuse me, it has not been acquired at once nor -without pains. I was eight years in writing eight pages, under -circumstances of inconceivable and ridiculous discouragement. As -to my figurative and gaudy phraseology, you reproach me with it -because you never heard of what I had written in my first dry -<span class='pageno' id='Page_383'>383</span>manner. I afterwards found a popular mode of writing necessary to -convey subtle and difficult trains of reasoning, and something more -than your meagre vapid style, to force attention to original observations, -which did not restrict themselves to making a parade of the -discovery of a worm-eaten date, or the repetition of an obsolete prejudice. -You say that it is impossible to remember what I write after -reading it:—One remembers to have read what you write—<em>before</em>! -In that you have the advantage of me, to be sure. You in vain -endeavour to account for the popularity of some of my writings, -from the trick of arranging words in a variety of forms without any -correspondent ideas, like the newly-invented optical toy. You have -not hit upon the secret, nor will you be able to avail yourself of it -when I tell you. It is the old story—<em>that I think what I please, -and say what I think</em>. This accounts, Sir, for the difference between -you and me in so many respects. I think only of the argument I -am defending; you are only thinking whether you write grammar. -My opinions are founded on reasons which I try to give; yours are -governed by motives which you keep to yourself. It has been my -business all my life to get at the truth as well as I could, merely to -satisfy my own mind: it has been yours to suppress the evidence of -your senses and the dictates of your understanding, if you ever found -them at variance with your convenience or the caprices of others. I -do not suppose you ever in your life took an interest in any abstract -question for its own sake, or have a conception of the possibility of -any one else doing so. If you had, you would hardly insist on my -changing characters with you. Yet you make this the condition of -my receiving any favour or lenity at your hands. It is no matter, -Sir: I will try to do without it.</p> - -<p class='c000'>It appears by your own account, that all the other offences of the -Round Table would hardly have roused your resentment, had it not -been that I have spoken of Mr. Pitt and Mr. Burke, not in the -hackneyed terms of a treasury underling. It was this that filled up -the measure of my iniquity, and the storm burst on my devoted head. -After quoting one or two half sentences from the character of Mr. -Pitt,<a id='r82' /><a href='#f82' class='c012'><sup>[82]</sup></a> in which I ascribe the influence of his oratory almost entirely -to a felicitous and imposing arrangement of words, and the whole of a -short note on Mr. Burke’s political apostacy, which I had fancifully -ascribed to his jealousy of Rousseau, you add with great sincerity:—‘We -are far from intending to write a single word in answer to this -<span class='pageno' id='Page_384'>384</span>loathsome trash’—(it would have been well if you had made and -kept the same resolution in other cases,) ‘but we confess that these -passages chiefly excited us to take the trouble of noticing the work. -The author might have described washerwomen for ever; complimented -himself unceasingly on his own “chivalrous eloquence”; -prosed interminably about Chaucer; written, if possible, in a more -affected, silly, confused, ungrammatical style, and believed, as he -now believes, that he was surpassing Addison, we should not have -meddled with him; but if the creature, in his endeavours to crawl -into the light, must take his way over the tombs of illustrious men, -disfiguring the records of their greatness with the slime and filth -which marks his track, it is right to point him out that he may be -flung back to the situation in which nature designed that he should -grovel’ p. 159. And this, Sir, from you who wrote or procured -to be inserted in the Quarterly Review, that nefarious attack on the -character of Mr. Fox, which was distinguished and is still remembered -among the slime and filth which has marked its track into day, -over the characters and feelings of the living and the dead. If I, -Sir, had written that ‘foul and vulgar invective’ against an individual -whom you did not choose to let ‘rest in his grave,’ if I had been -‘such a thing’ as the writer of that article, I might, (as you say,) -have described washerwomen for ever, and have fancied myself a -better writer than ‘the courtly Addison,’ and you, Sir, would have -encouraged me in the delusion, for I should have been a court-tool, -<em>your</em> tool. But you state the thing clearly and unanswerably. I -was not a court-tool, your tool, and therefore I was to be made your -victim. There is a difference of political opinion between you and -me; therefore you undertake not only to condemn that opinion, but -to proscribe the writer. Do you do this on your own authority, or -on Mr. Croker’s, or on whose? As I did not consider it as sacrilege -to criticise the style and the opinions of the two great men who have -contributed to make this country what it is, a fief held by a junto, of -which men like you are the organs, in trust and for the benefit of the -common cause of despotism throughout Europe, I, and every other -writer like me, professing or maintaining anything like independence -of spirit or consistency of opinion, is ‘to be flung back into his -original obscurity, and stifled in the filth and slime’ of the Quarterly -Review, or its drain, Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine. You began -the experiment upon the Round Table; you have tried it twice since, -and for the last time.</p> - -<p class='c000'>If any doubts could ever have been entertained on the subject of -your motives and views, you have taken care to remove them. Thus -you conclude your account of the characters of Shakespear’s plays -<span class='pageno' id='Page_385'>385</span>with saying, that you should not have condescended to notice the -senseless and wicked sophistry of the work at all, but that ‘you conceived -it might not be unprofitable to shew how small a portion of -talent and literature is necessary to carry on the trade of sedition.’ -I should think it requires as much talent and literature to carry on -my trade as yours. This acknowledgment of yours is ‘remarkable -for its truth and <em>naiveté</em>.’ It is a pledge from your own mouth of -your impartiality and candour. With this object in view, ‘you have -selected a few specimens of my ethics and criticism,’ (they are very -few, and of course you would select no others,) just sufficient, (with -your garbling and additions,) to prove ‘that my knowledge of Shakespear -and the English language is exactly on a par with the purity of -my morals, and the depth of my understanding.’ But did it not -occur to you in making this officious declaration, or would it not -occur to any one else in reading it, that this undertaking of yours -might be no less ‘profitable’ and acceptable, even supposing the -portion of talent displayed by the author not to be small but great? -Would it not be more necessary in this case to do away the scandal -that there was any talent or literature on the side of ‘sedition’? -The greater the shock given to the complacency of servility and -corruption, by an opinion getting abroad that there was any knowledge -of Shakespear or the English language except on the minister’s -side of the question, would it not be the more absolutely incumbent -on you as the head of the literary police, to arrest such an opinion in -the outset, to crush it before it gathered strength, and to produce the -article in question as your warrant? Why, what a disgrace to literature -and to loyalty, if owing to the neglect and supineness of the -editor of the Quarterly Review, a work written without an atom of -cant or hypocrisy, and of course with a very small portion of talent -and literature, should, in the space of three months get into a second -edition, and be fast advancing to a third, be noticed in the Edinburgh -Review, and be talked of by persons who never looked into the -Examiner; and how necessary without loss of time, to counteract the -mischievous inference from all this, restore the taste of the public to -its legitimate tone, and satisfy the courteous reader, who ‘was well -affected to the constitution in church and state as now established,’ -that in future he must look for a knowledge of Shakespear only in -the editor of Ben Jonson, of the English language in the private tutor -of Lord Grosvenor, for purity of morals in the translator of Juvenal, -and for depth of understanding in the notes to the Baviad and -Mæviad! Your employers, Mr. Gifford, do not pay their hirelings -for nothing—for condescending to notice weak and wicked sophistry; -for pointing out to contempt what excites no admiration; for cautiously -<span class='pageno' id='Page_386'>386</span>selecting a few specimens of bad taste and bad grammar, where -nothing else is to be found. They want your invincible pertness, -your mercenary malice, your impenetrable dulness, your barefaced -impudence, your pragmatical self-sufficiency, your hypocritical zeal, -your pious frauds to stand in the gap of their prejudices and pretensions, -to fly-blow and taint public opinion, to defeat independent -efforts, to apply not the sting of the scorpion but the touch of the -torpedo to youthful hopes, to crawl and leave the slimy track of -sophistry and lies over every work that does not ‘dedicate its sweet -leaves’ to some luminary of the Treasury Bench, or is not fostered -in the hot-bed of corruption. This is your office; ‘this is what is -looked for at your hands, and this you do not baulk’—to sacrifice -what little honesty, and prostitute what little intellect you possess to -any dirty job you are commissioned to execute. ‘They keep you -as an ape does an apple, in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to -be last swallowed.’ You are, by appointment, literary toad-eater -to greatness, and taster to the court. You have a natural aversion -to whatever differs from your own pretensions, and an acquired one -for what gives offence to your superiors. Your vanity panders to -your interest, and your malice truckles only to your love of power. -If your instinctive or premeditated abuse of your enviable trust were -found wanting in a single instance; if you were to make a single -slip in getting up your select Committee of Inquiry and Green Bag -Report of the State of Letters, your occupation would be gone. -You would never after obtain a squeeze of the hand from a great -man, or a smile from a punk of quality. The great and powerful -(whom you call the wise and good) do not like to have the privacy -of their self-love startled by the obtrusive and unmanageable claims -of literature and philosophy, except through the intervention of -persons like you, whom, if they have common penetration, they soon -find out to be without any superiority of intellect; or, if they do not, -whom they can despise for their meanness of soul. You ‘have the -office opposite to St. Peter.’ You ‘keep a corner in the public -mind, for foul prejudice and corrupt power to knot and gender in’; -you volunteer your services to people of quality to ease scruples of -mind and qualms of conscience; you ‘lay the flattering unction’ of -venal prose and laurelled verse to their souls. You persuade them -that there is neither purity of morals, nor depth of understanding, -except in themselves and their hangers-on; and would prevent the -unhallowed names of liberty and humanity from being ever whispered -in ears polite! You, Sir, do you not do all this? I cry you mercy -then: I took you for the Editor of the Quarterly Review!</p> - -<p class='c000'>In general, you wisely avoid committing yourself upon any question, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_387'>387</span>farther than to hint a difference of opinion, and to assume an air of -self-importance upon it. Thus you say, after quoting some remarks -of mine, not very respectful to Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> ‘We need not answer -this gabble,’ as if you were offended at its absurdity, not at its truth; -and were yourself ready to assert (were it worth while) that -Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> was an estimable character, or that he had not his -minions and creatures about him in his life-time, who were proud -to hail him as the best of kings. If so, you have the authority of -Mr. Burke against you, who indulges himself in a very Jacobinical -strain of invective against this bloated pattern of royalty, and brute-image -of the Divinity. Do you mean to say, that the circumstances -of external pomp and unbridled power, which I have pointed out in -‘the gabble you will not answer’ as determining the character of -kings, do not make them what for the most part they are, feared in -their life-time and scorned by after-ages? If so, you must think -Quevedo a libeller and incendiary, who makes his guide to the -infernal regions, on being asked ‘if there were no more kings,’ -answer emphatically—‘Here are all that ever lived!’ You say -that ‘the mention of a court or of a king always throws me into a -fit of raving.’ Do you then really admire those plague spots of -history, and scourges of human nature, Richard <span class='fss'>II.</span>, Richard <span class='fss'>III.</span>, -King John, and Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span>? Do you with Mr. Coleridge, in his -late Lectures, contend that not to fall down in prostration of soul -before the abstract majesty of kings as it is seen in the diminished -perspective of centuries, argues an inherent littleness of mind? Or -do you extend the moral of your maxim—‘Speak not of the imputed -weaknesses of the Great’—beyond the living to the dead, thus -passing an attainder on history, and proving ‘truth to be a liar’ from -the beginning? ‘Speak out, Grildrig!’</p> - -<p class='c000'>You do well to confine yourself to the hypocrite; for you have -too little talent for the sophist. Yet in two instances you have -attempted an answer to an opinion I had expressed; and in both -you have shewn how little you can understand the commonest question. -The first is as follows:—‘In his remarks upon Coriolanus, -which contain the concentrated venom of his malignity, he has -libelled our great poet as a friend of arbitrary power, in order that -he may introduce an invective against human nature. “Shakspeare -himself seems to have had a leaning to the arbitrary side of the -question, perhaps from some feeling of contempt for his own origin; -and to have spared no occasion of baiting the rabble.”’</p> - -<p class='c000'>How do you prove that he did not? By shewing with a little -delicate insinuation how he would have done just what I say he did.—‘Shall -we not be dishonouring the gentle Shakspeare by answering -<span class='pageno' id='Page_388'>388</span>such calumny, when every page of his works supplies its refutation?’<a id='r83' /><a href='#f83' class='c012'><sup>[83]</sup></a>—‘Who -has painted with more cordial feelings the tranquil innocence -of humble life?’ [True.] ‘Who has furnished more instructive -lessons to the great upon “the insolence of office”—“the oppressor’s -wrong”—or the abuses of brief authority’—[which you would -hallow through all time]—‘or who has more severely stigmatised -those “who crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may -follow fawning?”’ [Granted, none better.] ‘It is true he was not -actuated by an envious hatred of greatness’—[so that to stigmatise -servility and corruption does not always proceed from envy and a -love of mischief]—‘he was not at all likely, had he lived in our -time, to be an orator in Spa-fields or the editor of a seditious Sunday -newspaper’—[To have delivered Mr. Coleridge’s <cite>Conciones ad -Populum</cite>, or to have written Mr. Southey’s Wat Tyler]—‘he knew -what discord would follow if degree were taken away’—[As it did -in France from the taking away the degree between the tyrant and -the slave, and those little convenient steps and props of it, the Bastile, -<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Lettres de Cachet</span>, and Louis <span class='fss'>XV.</span>‘s <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Palais aux cerfs</span></cite>]—‘And <em>therefore</em>, -with the wise and good of every age, he pointed out the injuries that -must arise to society from a turbulent rabble instigated to mischief by -men not much more enlightened, and infinitely more worthless than -themselves.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>So that it would appear by your own account that Shakspeare had -a discreet leaning to the arbitrary side of the question, and, had he -lived in our time, would probably have been a writer in the Courier, -or a contributor to the Quarterly Review! It is difficult to know -which to admire most in this, the weakness or the cunning. I have -said that Shakspeare has described both sides of the question, and -you ask me very wisely, ‘Did he confine himself to one?’ No, I -say that he did not: but I suspect that he had a leaning to one side, -and has given it more quarter than it deserved. My words are: -‘<cite>Coriolanus</cite> is a storehouse of political common-places. The arguments -for and against aristocracy and democracy, on the privileges -of the few and the claims of the many, on liberty and slavery, power -and the abuse of it, peace and war, are here very ably handled, with -the spirit of a poet and the acuteness of a philosopher. Shakspeare -himself seems to have had a leaning to the arbitrary side of the -question, perhaps from some feeling of contempt for his own origin, -and to have spared no occasion of baiting the rabble. <em>What he says -<span class='pageno' id='Page_389'>389</span>of them is very true: what he says of their betters is also very true, -though he dwells less upon it.</em>’</p> - -<p class='c000'>I then proceed to account for this by shewing how it is that ‘the -cause of the people is but little calculated for a subject for poetry; -or that the language of poetry naturally falls in with the language of -power.’ I affirm, Sir, that poetry, that the imagination, generally -speaking, delights in power, in strong excitement, as well as in truth, -in good, in right, whereas, pure reason and the moral sense approve -only of the true and good. I proceed to shew that this general love -or tendency to immediate excitement or theatrical effect, no matter -how produced, gives a bias to the imagination often inconsistent with -the greatest good, that in poetry it triumphs over principle, and bribes -the passions to make a sacrifice of common humanity. You say that -it does not, that there is no such original sin in poetry, that it makes -no such sacrifice or unworthy compromise between poetical effect -and the still small voice of reason. And how do you prove that -there is no such principle giving a bias to the imagination, and a false -colouring to poetry? Why by asking in reply to the instances where -this principle operates, and where no other can, with much modesty -and simplicity—‘But are these the only topics that afford delight in -poetry, etc.’ No; but these objects do afford delight in poetry, and -they afford it in proportion to their strong and often tragical effect, -and not in proportion to the good produced, or their desirableness in -a moral point of view. ‘Do we read with more pleasure of the -ravages of a beast of prey, than of the shepherd’s pipe upon the -mountain?’ No; but we do read with pleasure of the ravages of -a beast of prey, and we do so on the principle I have stated, namely, -from the sense of power abstracted from the sense of good; and it -is the same principle that makes us read with admiration and reconciles -us in fact to the triumphant progress of the conquerors and mighty -hunters of mankind, who come to stop the shepherd’s pipe upon the -mountains, and sweep away his listening flock. Do you mean to -deny that there is anything imposing to the imagination in power, -in grandeur, in outward shew, in the accumulation of individual -wealth and luxury, at the expense of equal justice and the common -weal? Do you deny that there is anything in ‘the pride, pomp, -and circumstance of glorious war, that makes ambition virtue,’ in the -eyes of admiring multitudes? Is this a new theory of the Pleasures -of the Imagination, which says that the pleasures of the imagination -do not take rise solely in the calculations of the understanding? Is -it a paradox of my making, that ‘one murder makes a villain, millions -a hero!’ Or is it not true that here, as in other cases, the enormity -of the evil overpowers and makes a convert of the imagination by -<span class='pageno' id='Page_390'>390</span>its very magnitude? You contradict my reasoning, because you -know nothing of the question, and you think that no one has a right -to understand what you do not. My offence against purity in the -passage alluded to, ‘which contains the concentrated venom of my -malignity,’ is, that I have admitted that there are tyrants and slaves -abroad in the world; and you would hush the matter up, and pretend -that there is no such thing, in order that there may be nothing -else. Farther, I have explained the cause, the subtle sophistry of -the human mind, that tolerates and pampers the evil, in order to -guard against its approaches; you would conceal the cause in order -to prevent the cure, and to leave the proud flesh about the heart to -harden and ossify into one impenetrable mass of selfishness and -hypocrisy, that we may not ‘sympathise in the distresses of suffering -virtue’ in any case, in which they come in competition with the -factitious wants and ‘imputed weaknesses of the great.’ You ask -‘are we gratified by the cruelties of Domitian or Nero?’ No, not -we—they were too petty and cowardly to strike the imagination at -a distance; but the Roman Senate tolerated them, addressed their -perpetrators, exalted them into Gods, the Fathers of their people; -they had pimps and scribblers of all sorts in their pay, their Senecas, -etc. till a turbulent rabble thinking that there were no injuries to -society greater than the endurance of unlimited and wanton oppression, -put an end to the farce, and abated the nuisance as well as -they could. Had you and I lived in those times, we should have -been what we are now, I ‘a sour mal-content,’ and you ‘a sweet -courtier.’ Your reasoning is ill put together; it wants sincerity, it -wants ingenuity. To prove that I am wrong in saying that the love -of power and heartless submission to it extend beyond the tragic -stage to real life, to prove that there has been nothing heard but -the shepherd’s pipe upon the mountain, and that the still sad music -of humanity has never filled up the pauses to the thoughtful ear, you -bring in illustration the cruelties of Domitian and Nero, whom you -suppose to have been without flatterers, train-bearers, or executioners, -and ‘the crimes of revolutionary France of a still blacker die,’ (a -sentence which alone would have entitled you to a post of honour -and secrecy under Sejanus,) which you suppose to have been without -aiders or abettors. You speak of the horrors of Robespierre’s -reign; (there you tread on velvet;) do you mean that these -atrocities excited nothing but horror in revolutionary France, in -undelivered France, in Paris, the centre and focus of anarchy and -crime; or that the enthusiasm and madness with which they were -acted and applauded, was owing to nothing but a long-deferred -desire for truth and justice, and the collected vengeance of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_391'>391</span>human race? You do not mean this, for you never mean anything -that has even an approximation to unfashionable truth in it. -You add, ‘We cannot recollect, however, that these crimes were -heard of with much satisfaction in this country.’ Then you have -forgotten the years 1793 and 94, you have forgotten the addresses -against republicans and levellers, you have forgotten Mr. Burke and -his 80,000 incorrigible Jacobins.—‘Nor had we the misfortune to -know any individual, (though we will not take upon us to deny -that Mr. Hazlitt may have been of that description,)’ (I will take -upon me to deny that) ‘who cried havoc, and enjoyed the atrocities -of Robespierre and Carnot.’ Then at that time, Sir, you had not -the good fortune to know Mr. Southey.<a id='r84' /><a href='#f84' class='c012'><sup>[84]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c000'>To return, you find fault with my toleration of those pleasant -persons, Lucio, Pompey, and Master Froth, in Measure for Measure, -and with my use of the word ‘natural morality.’ And yet, ‘the -word is a good word, being whereby a man may be accommodated.’ -If Pompey was a common bawd, you, Sir, are a court pimp. That -is artificial morality. ‘Go to, a feather turns the scale of your -avoir-du-pois.’ I have also, it seems, erred in using the term <em>moral</em> -in a way not familiar to you, as opposed to <em>physical</em>; and in that -sense have applied it to the description of the mole on Imogen’s -neck, ‘cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops i’ th’ bottom of a -cowslip.’ I have stated that there is more than a physical—there is -a moral beauty in this image, and I think so still, though you may -not comprehend how.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You assert roundly that there is no such person as the black -prince Morocchius,<a id='r85' /><a href='#f85' class='c012'><sup>[85]</sup></a> in the Merchant of Venice. ‘He, (Mr. Hazlitt,) -objects entirely to a personage of whom we never heard before, the -black Prince Marocchius. With this piece of blundering ignorance, -<em>which, with</em> a thousand similar instances of his intimate acquaintance -with the poet, clearly <em>prove</em> that his enthusiasm for Shakespear is -all affected, we conclude what we have to say of his folly; it remains -to say a few words of his mischief.’ Vol. xxxiv. p. 463. I could -not at first, Sir, comprehend your drift in this passage, and I can -scarcely believe it yet. But I perceive that in Chalmers’s edition, -the tawny suitor of Portia, who is called Morocchius in my common -edition, goes by the style and title of Morocco. This important -discovery proves, according to you, that my admiration of Shakespear -<span class='pageno' id='Page_392'>392</span>is all affected, and that I can know nothing of the poet or -his characters. So that the only title to admiration in Shakespear, -not only in the Merchant of Venice, but in his other plays, all knowledge -of his beauties, or proof of an intimate acquaintance with his -genius, is confined to the alteration which Mr. Chalmers has adopted -in the termination of the two last syllables of the name of this -blackamoor, and his reading Morocco for Morocchius. Admirable -grammarian, excellent critic! I do not wonder you think nothing of -my Characters of Shakespear’s Plays, when I see what it is that you -really admire and think worth the study in them. No, no, Mr. -Gifford, you shall not persuade me by your broken English and -‘red-lattice phrases,’ that the only thing in Shakespear worth knowing, -was the baptismal name of this Prince of Morocco, or that no -one can admire the author’s plays out of Mr Chalmers’s edition, or -find anything to admire even there, except the new nomenclature of -the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">dramatis personæ</span></i>. If this is not your meaning in the passage -here quoted, I do not know what it is; if it is not, I have done you -great injustice in supposing that it is, for I am sure it cannot mean -anything else so foolish and contemptible. You had begun this -curious paragraph by saying, that ‘I had run through my set of -phrases, and was completely at a stand’; and you bring as a damning -proof of this, a repetition of two phrases. Do you believe that I had -filled 300 pages with the repetition of two phrases? ‘Go, go, you’re -a censorious ill man.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>The deliberate hypocrisy of Regan and Gonerill, of which I -spoke, I had explained in the sentence before by a periphrasis to -mean their ‘hypocritical pretensions to virtue.’ If I had no right to -use the word hastily in this absolute sense, you had still less to -confound the meaning of a whole passage. Edmund is indeed ‘a -hypocrite to his father; he is a hypocrite to his brother, and to -Regan and Gonerill’; but he is not a hypocrite to himself. This -is that consummation of hypocrisy of which I spoke, and of which -you ought to know something.</p> - -<p class='c000'>I have commenced my observations on Lear, you say, with ‘an -acknowledgment remarkable for its <em>naiveté</em> and its truth’; the -import of which remarkable acknowledgment is, that I find myself -incompetent to do justice to this tragedy, by any criticism upon it. -This you construe into a ‘determination on my part to write -nonsense’; you seem, Sir, to have sat down with a determination to -write something worse than nonsense. As a proof of my having -fulfilled the promise, (which I had <em>not</em> made,) you cite these words, -‘It is then the best of all Shakespear’s plays, for it is the one in -which he was <em>most in earnest</em>‘; and add significantly, ‘Macbeth and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_393'>393</span>Othello were mere <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">jeux d’esprit</span></i>, we presume.’ You may presume so, -but not from what I have said. You only aim at being a word-catcher, -and fail even in that. In like manner, you say, ‘If this -means that we sympathise so much with the feelings and sentiments -of Hamlet, that we identify ourselves with the character, we have to -accuse Mr. Hazlitt of strangely misleading us a few pages back. -“The moral of <cite>Othello</cite> comes directly home to the business and -bosoms of men; the interest in <cite>Hamlet</cite> is more <em>remote</em> and reflex.” -And yet it is we who are Hamlet.’—Yes, because we sympathise -with Hamlet, in the way I have explained, and which you ought to -have endeavoured at least to understand, as reflecting and moralising -on the general distresses of human life, and not as particularly affected -by those which come home to himself, as we see in Othello. You -accuse me of stringing words together without meaning, and it is you -who cannot connect two ideas together.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You call me ‘a poor cankered creature,’ ‘a trader in sedition,’ ‘a -wicked sophist,’ and yet you would have it believed that I am ‘principally -distinguished by an <em>indestructible</em> love of flowers and odours, -and dews and clear waters, and soft airs and sounds and bright skies, -and woodland solitudes and moonlight bowers.’<a id='r86' /><a href='#f86' class='c012'><sup>[86]</sup></a> I do not understand -how you reconcile such ‘welcome and unwelcome things,’ but -anything will do to feed your spleen at another’s expence, when it is -the person and not the thing you dislike. Thus you complain of my -style, that it is at times figurative, at times poetical, at times familiar, -not always the same flat dull thing that you would have it. You -point out the omission of a line in a quotation from a well-known -passage in Shakespear. You do not however think the detection of -this omission is a sufficient proof of your sagacity, but you proceed to -assign as a motive for it, ‘That I do it to improve the metre,’ which -is ridiculous. You say I conjure up objections to Shakespear which -nobody ever thought of, in order to answer them. The objection -to Romeo and Juliet, which I have answered, was made by the late -Mr. Curran, as well as the objection to the want of interest and -action in Paradise Lost, which I have answered in another place.—‘Thus -he endeavours to convince one class of critics, that the -poet’s genius was not confined to the production of stage effect by -supernatural means. In another place he expresses his astonishment -that Shakespear should be considered as a gloomy writer, who -painted nothing but gorgons, hydras, and chimeras dire.’ One of -these classes of critics which, you say, ‘are phantoms of my own -creating,’ comprehends the whole French nation, and the other the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_394'>394</span>greatest part of the English with Dr. Johnson at their head, who in -his Preface, ‘one of the most perfect pieces of criticism since the -days of Quintilian’ (and which might have been written in the days -of Quintilian just as well as in ours) has neglected to expatiate on -Shakespear’s ‘<em>indestructible</em> love of flowers and odours, and woodland -solitudes and moonlight bowers.’ You know nothing of Shakespear, -nor of what is thought about him: you mind only the text of the commentators. -With respect to Mr. Wordsworth’s Ode, which I have -dragged into my account of Romeo and Juliet, I did not quarrel with -the poetical conceit, but with the metaphysical doctrine founded upon -it by his school. There is a difference between ‘ends of verse and -sayings of philosophers.’ If Shakespear had been a great German -transcendental philosopher (either at the first or second hand) his -talking of the music of the spheres might have rendered him suspected. -You compare my account of Hamlet to the dashing style of -a showman: I think the showman’s speech is proper to a show, and -mine to Hamlet. You, Sir, have no sympathy in common with -Hamlet; nothing to make him seem ever ‘present to your mind’s eye’; -no feeling to produce such an hallucination in your mind, nor to make -you tolerate it in others. You are an Ultra-Crepidarian critic.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You laugh at my theory, that ‘Filch’s picking of pockets has -ceased to be so good a jest as formerly,’ from the degeneracy of the -age, that is, from the diminution of the practice, as at variance with -the Police Report. Shortly after I had hazarded this piece of -conjectural criticism, the Beggar’s Opera was hooted off the stage in -America—because they have no Police Report there. I may have -been premature in applying this conclusion from a highly advanced -state of civilization, or from the degeneracy of the age we live in, to -our own country.</p> - -<p class='c000'>What you say of my remarks on the use which Shakespear makes -of the principal analogy in Cymbeline, and of contrast in Macbeth is -beneath an answer. You should confine yourself to mere matters of -verbal criticism. Thus you object to my use of the term ‘logical -diagrams’ as unprecedented and barbarous: yet we talk of syllogising -in mode and figure, and besides, the word has been made pretty -malleable by Mr. Burke. What do you say to his talking of ‘the -geometricians and chemists of France, bringing the one from the dry -bones of their diagrams, and the other from the soot of their furnaces, -dispositions worse than indifferent to common feelings and habitudes.’ -Would you call this ‘slip-slop absurdity’? But to talk of <em>the dry bones -of diagrams</em>, and escape with impunity from the censure of small critics, -a man must assert that the king of this country ‘holds his crown in -contempt of the choice of the people.’</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_395'>395</span>I am obliged to you for informing me of the real name of the -person who wrote the ingenious parallel between Richard the Third -and Macbeth.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The article in the last Review on my Lectures on English Poetry, -requires a very short notice.—You would gladly retract what you -have said, but you dare not. You are a coward to public opinion and -to your own. You begin by observing, ‘Mr. Hazlitt seems to have -bound himself like Hannibal to wage everlasting war, not indeed -against Rome, but against accurate reasoning, just observation, and -precise, or even intelligible language.’ This might be true, if the -opinion of the Quarterly Review were synonymous with accurate -reasoning, just observation, and knowledge of language. ‘We have -traced him in his two former predatory excursions on taste and -common sense. Had he written on any other subject, we should -scarcely have thought of watching his movements.’ You were -‘principally excited to notice’ the Round Table by some political -heresies which had crept into it: you ‘condescended to notice’ the -Characters of Shakespear’s Plays, ‘to shew how small a portion of -talent and literature was necessary to carry on the trade of sedition.’ -You have been tempted to watch my movements in the present work -to shew how little talent and literature is necessary to write a popular -work on poetry. ‘But though his book is dull, his theme is pleasing, -and interests in spite of the author. As we read, we forget Mr. -Hazlitt, to think of those concerning whom he writes.’ Do you -think, Sir, that a higher compliment could come from you?</p> - -<p class='c000'>It would neither be for my credit nor your own, that I should -follow you in detail through your abortive attempts to deny me -exactly those qualifications which you feel conscious that I possess, -or afraid that others will ascribe to me. You are already bankrupt -of your word, nor can I be admitted as an evidence in my own case. -You say that I am utterly without originality, without a power of -illustration, or language to make myself understood!—I shall leave it -to the public to judge between us. There is one objection however -which you make to me which is singular enough: viz. that I quote -Shakespear. I can only answer, that ‘I would not change that vice -for your best virtue.’ ‘If a trifling thing is to be told, he will not -mention it in common language: he must give it, if possible, in words -which the Bard of Avon has <em>somewhere</em> used. Were <em>the beauty of -the applications conspicuous</em>, we might forget or at least forgive, <em>the -deformity</em> produced <em>by the constant stitching in of these patches</em>‘—[<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">i.e.</span></i> by -the beauty of the applications]. ‘Unfortunately, however, the -phrases thus obtruded upon us <em>seem</em> to be selected, not on account of -<em>any intrinsic beauty</em>, but merely because they are <em>fantastic and unlike -<span class='pageno' id='Page_396'>396</span>what would naturally occur to an ordinary writer</em>.’ Certainly, Sir, -your style is very different from Shakespear’s. I observe in your -notes to the Baviad and Mæviad, you diversify your matter by -frequently quoting Greek.—Now it appears to me that these quotations -of your’s add to the wit only by varying the type. If these -learned patches ‘plagued the Cruscas and Lauras,’ my quotations -have given other people ‘the horrors’!</p> - -<p class='c000'>You quote my definition of poetry, and say that it is not a definition -of anything, because it is completely unintelligible. To prove this, -you take one word which occurs in it, and is no way important, the -word <em>sympathy</em>, which you tell us has two significations, one anatomical, -and the other moral; and poetry, according to you, ‘has no skill in -surgery or ethics.’ I do not think this shews a want of clearness in -my definition, but a want of good faith or understanding in you.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You say that I get at a number of extravagant conclusions ‘by means -sufficiently simple and common. He employs the term poetry in -three distinct meanings, and his legerdemain consists in substituting -one of these for the other. Sometimes it is the general appellation of -a certain class of compositions, as when he says that poetry is graver -than history. Secondly, it denotes the talent by which these compositions -are produced; and it is in this sense that he calls poetry -that fine particle within us, which produces in our being rarefaction, -expansion, elevation and purification.’ [This is Mr. Gifford’s -academic style, not mine.] ‘Thirdly, it denotes the subjects of -which these compositions treat. It is in this meaning that he uses -the term, when he says that all that is worth remembering in life is -the poetry of it; that fear is poetry, that hope is poetry, that love -is poetry; and in the very same sense he might assert that fear -is sculpture and painting and music; that the crimes of Verres are -the eloquence of Cicero, and the poetry of Milton the criticism of -Mr. Hazlitt.’ It is true I have used the word poetry in the three -senses above imputed to me, and I have done so, because the word -has these three <em>distinct</em> meanings in the English language, that is, it -signifies the composition produced, the state of mind or faculty -producing it, and, in certain cases, the subject-matter proper to call -forth that state of mind. Your objection amounts to this, that in -reasoning on a difficult question I write common English, and this -is the whole secret of my extravagance and obscurity.—Do you -mean that the distinguishing between the compositions of poetry, the -talent for poetry, or the subject-matter of poetry, would have told us -what <em>poetry</em> is? This is what you would say, or you have no meaning -at all. I have expressly treated the subject according to this -very division, and I have endeavoured to define that common something -<span class='pageno' id='Page_397'>397</span>which belongs to these several views of it, and determines us -in the application of the same common name, viz. an unusual vividness -in external objects or in our immediate impressions, exciting a -movement of imagination in the mind, and leading by natural association -or <em>sympathy</em> to harmony of sound and the modulation of verse in -expressing it. This is what you, Sir, cannot understand. I could -not ‘assert in the same sense that fear is sculpture and painting, etc.’ -because this would be an abuse of the English language: we talk of -the <em>poetry of painting</em>, etc. which could not be, if poetry was confined -to the technical sense of ‘lines in ten syllables.’ The crimes -of Verres, I also grant, were not the same thing as the eloquence of -Cicero, though I suspect you confound the crimes of revolutionary -France with Mr. Pitt’s speeches; and as to Milton’s poetry and my -criticisms, there is almost as much difference between them as -between Milton’s poetry and your verses. You say, ‘the principal -subjects of which poetry treats, are the passions and affections of -mankind; we are all under the influence of our passions and affections, -that is, in Mr. Hazlitt’s new language, we all act on the -principles of poetry, and are in truth all poets. We all exert our -muscles and limbs, therefore we are anatomists and surgeons; we -have teeth which we employ in chewing, therefore we are dentists,’ -etc. Not at all; we are all poets, inasmuch as we are under the -influence of the passions and imagination, that is, as we have certain -common feelings, and undergo the same process of mind with the -poet, who only expresses in a particular manner what he and all feel -alike; but in exerting our muscles, we do not dissect them; in -chewing with our teeth, we do not perform the part of dentists, etc. -There is nothing parallel in the two cases. ‘You anticipate,’ you -say, ‘these brilliant conclusions for me’; and do not perceive the -difference between the extension of a logical principle, and an abuse -of common language.—You proceed, ‘As another specimen of his -definitions, we may take the following. “Poetry does not define the -limits of sense, nor analyse the distinctions of the understanding, but -signifies the excess of the imagination beyond the actual or ordinary -impression of any object or feeling.” Poetry was at the beginning -of the book asserted to be <em>an impression</em>; it is now <em>the excess of the -imagination beyond an impression</em>; what this excess is we cannot tell, -but at least it must be something very unlike an impression.’ Poetry -at the beginning of the book was asserted to be not simply an -impression, ‘but an impression <em>by its vividness exciting an involuntary -movement of the imagination</em>: now, you say it is <em>the excess of the -imagination beyond an impression</em>; and you bring this as a proof of a -contradiction in terms. An impression, by its vividness exciting a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_398'>398</span>movement of the imagination, you discover, must be something very -unlike an impression, and as to the imagination itself, you cannot tell -what it is; it is an unknown power in your poetical creed. What is -most extraordinary is, that you had quoted the very passage which -you here represent as a total contradiction to the latter, only two -pages before. What, Sir, do you think of your readers? What -must they think of you!—‘Though the <em>total want of meaning</em>,’ you -add, ‘is the weightiest objection to such writing, yet <em>the abuse</em> which -it involves of <em>particular words and phrases</em>’ (in addition to a total -want of meaning) ‘is very remarkable,’ (it must be so,) ‘and will -not be overlooked by those who are aware of the inseparable connexion -between justness of thought and precision of language.’ -(You are not aware that there is no precise measure of thought or -expression.) ‘What, in strict reasoning, can be meant by the -impression of a feeling?’ (The impression which it makes on the -mind, as distinct from some other to which it gives birth, is what I -meant.) ‘How can <em>actual</em> and <em>ordinary</em> be used as synonymous?’ -(They are not.) ‘Every impression must be an actual impression’; -(there is then no such thing as an imaginary impression;) ‘and the -use of that epithet annihilates the limitations which Mr. Hazlitt -meant’ (in the total want of all meaning,) ‘to guard his proposition.’ -<em>We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.</em> You say, -‘you have not the faintest conception of what I mean by the heavenly -bodies returning on the squares of the distances or on Dr. Chalmers’s -Discourses.’ Nor will I tell you what I meant. <em>A knavish speech -sleeps in a fool’s ear.</em> ‘As to the assertion that there can never be -another Jacob’s dream, we see no reason why dreams should be -scientific.’ Shakespear says, that dreams ‘<em>denote a foregone conclusion</em>.’ -You quote what I say of Swift, and misrepresent it. -‘Mr. Hazlitt’s doctrine, therefore, is, that the inability to become -mad, is very likely to drive a man mad.’ My doctrine is, that the -inability to get rid of a favourite idea, when constantly thwarted, or -of the impression of any object, however painful, merely because it is -true, is likely to drive a man mad. It is this tenaciousness on a -particular point that almost always destroys the general coherence of -the understanding. I do not say that the inability to get rid of the -distinction between right and wrong continued in Swift’s mind after -he was mad—I say it contributed to drive him mad. I mean that a -sense of great injustice often produces madness in individual cases, -and that a strong sense of general injustice, and an abstracted view of -human nature such as it is, compared with what it ought to be, is -likely to produce the same effect in a mind like that of the author of -Gulliver’s Travels. Do you understand yet? You do not go into -<span class='pageno' id='Page_399'>399</span>my general character of Swift, which might have drawn you into -something of a wider field of speculation; and you pick out a straggling -sentence or two to cavil at in my account of Pope, of Chaucer, -of Milton, and Shakespear, on which you are glad to discharge the -gall that has been accumulating in your mind for several pages. If -you think by this means, to put me or the public out of conceit with -my writings, you have mistaken the matter entirely. You can only -put down my arguments by meeting them fairly, or my style, by -writing better than you do.</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘We occasionally,’ you proceed, ‘discover a faint semblance of -connected thinking in Mr. Hazlitt’s pages; but wherever this is the -case, his reasoning is for the most part incorrect.’ This is a curious -inference. ‘This faint semblance of connected thinking,’ is, it -appears, when I maintain some opinion, which is ‘a sprout from -some popular doctrine’; but if I push it a little farther than you -were aware of, my reasoning becomes incorrect. Thus it has been a -popular doctrine with some critics, (which yet you do not admit)—‘That -the progress of science is unfavourable to the culture of the -imagination. It is no doubt true, that the individual who devotes his -labour to the investigation of abstract truth, must acquire habits of -thought very different from those which the exercise of the fancy -demands.’ You add in italics, ‘<em>the cause lies in the exclusive appropriation -of his time to reasoning, and not in the logical accuracy with -which he reasons</em>.’ Whenever I have any discovery to communicate, -which I think you cannot comprehend, I will in future put it in italics, -to make it equally profound and clear. It appears by you, that the -incompatibility between the successful pursuit of different studies does -not arise from anything incompatible in the studies themselves, but -from the time devoted to each. The mind is equally incapacitated -from passing from one to the other, whether they are the most -opposite or the most alike. The dreams of alchemy, and the schemes -of astrology, the traditional belief in the doctrine of ghosts and fairies, -though made up almost entirely of imagination, self-will, superstition -and romance, were not a jot more favourable to the caprices and -fanciful exaggerations of poetry, either in the public mind, or in that -of individuals, than the modern system which excludes (both by the -logical accuracy with which it proceeds, and a constant appeal to -demonstrable facts), every alloy of passion, and all exercise of the -imagination. You should never put your thoughts in italics. If I -were to attempt a character of verbal critics, I should be apt to say, -that their habits of mind disqualify them for general reasoning or fair -discussion: that they are furious about trifles, because they have -nothing else to interest them; that they have no way of giving -<span class='pageno' id='Page_400'>400</span>dignity to their insignificant discoveries, but by treating those who -have missed them with contempt; that they are dogmatical and -conceited, in proportion as they have little else to guide them in -their quaint researches but caprice and accident; that the want of -intellectual excitement gives birth to increasing personal irritability, -and endless petty altercation. You, Sir, would make all this self-evident, -by the help of italics, and say, that <em>the cause lies not in anything -in the nature of verbal criticism, but the exclusive appropriation of -their time to it</em>.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You next run foul of my account of the pleasure derived from -tragedy. You are afraid to understand what I say on any subject, -and it is not therefore likely you should ever detect what is erroneous -in it. I have shewn by a reference to facts, and to the authority of -Mr. Burke (whom you would rather contradict than believe me) -that the objects which are supposed to please only in fiction, please in -reality; that ‘if there were known to be a public execution of some state -criminal in the next street, the theatre would soon be empty’—that -therefore the pleasure derived from tragedy is not anything peculiar -to it, as poetry or fiction; but has its ground in the common love -of strong excitement. You say, I have misstated the fact, to give a -false view of the question, which, according to you, is ‘why that -which is painful in itself, pleases in works of fiction.’ I answer, -I have shewn that this is not a fair statement of the question, by -stating the fact, that what is painful in itself, pleases not the sufferer -indeed, but the spectator, in reality as well as in works of fiction. -The common proverb proves it—‘What is sport to one, is death to -another.’</p> - -<p class='c000'>You observe, that ‘Some lines I have quoted from Chaucer, are -very pleasing—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>——“Emelie that fayrer was to sene</div> - <div class='line'>Than is the lilie upon his stalke grene,</div> - <div class='line'>And fresher than the May with floures newe:</div> - <div class='line'>For with the rose-colour strove hire hewe;</div> - <div class='line'>I n’ot which was the finer of hem too.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>‘But surely the beauty does not lie in the last line, though it is -with this that Mr. Hazlitt is chiefly struck. “This scrupulousness” -he observes, “about the literal preference, as if some question of -matter of fact were at issue, is remarkable.”’</p> - -<p class='c000'>That is, I am not chiefly struck with the beauty of the last line, -but with its peculiarity as characteristic of Chaucer. The beauty of -the former lines might be in Spenser: the scrupulous exactness of -the latter could be found nowhere but in Chaucer. I had said just -before, that this poet ‘introduces a sentiment or a simile, as if it were -<span class='pageno' id='Page_401'>401</span>given in upon evidence.’ I bring this simile as an instance in point, -and you say I have not brought it to prove something else.</p> - -<p class='c000'>You charge me with misrepresenting Longinus, and prove that I -have not. The word <span lang="el" xml:lang="el">ἐναγώνιον</span> signifies not as you are pleased to -paraphrase it ‘vehemently energetic,’ but simply ‘full of contests.’ -Must the Greek language be new-fangled, to prove that I am ignorant -of it?</p> - -<p class='c000'>The only mistake you are able to point out, is a slip of the pen, -which you will find to have been corrected long ago in the second -edition.—Your pretending to say that Dr. Johnson was an admirer -of Milton’s blank verse, is not a slip of the pen—you know he was -not. There is as little sincerity in your concluding paragraph. You -would ascribe what little appearance of thought there is in my writings -to a confusion of images, and what appearance there is of imagination -to a gaudy phraseology. If I had neither words nor ideas, I should -be a profound philosopher and critic. How fond you are of reducing -every one else to your own standard of excellence!</p> - -<p class='c000'>I have done what I promised. You complain of the difficulty of -remembering what I write; possibly this Letter will prove an exception. -There is a train of thought in your own mind, which will -connect the links together: and before you again undertake to run -down a writer for no other reason, than that he is of an opposite -party to yourself, you will perhaps recollect that your wilful artifices -and shallow cunning, though they pass undetected, will hardly screen -you from your own contempt, nor, when once exposed, will the gratitude -of your employers save you from public scorn.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Your conduct to me is no new thing: it is part of a system which -has been regularly followed up for many years. Mr. Coleridge, in -his Literary Life, has the following passage to shew the treatment -which he and his friends received from your predecessor, the editor -of the Anti-Jacobin Review.—‘I subjoin part of a note from the -Beauties of the Anti-Jacobin, in which having previously informed -the public that I had been dishonoured at Cambridge for preaching -Deism, at a time when for my youthful ardour in defence of Christianity -I was decried as a bigot by the proselytes of French philosophy, -the writer concludes with these words—“<em>Since this time he has left his -native country, commenced citizen of the world, left his poor children -fatherless, and his wife destitute. <span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ex hoc disce</span> his friends, Lamb and -Southey.</em>” With severest truth,’ continues Mr. Coleridge, ‘it may -be asserted that it would not be easy to select two men more exemplary -in their domestic affections than those whose names were thus -printed at full length, as in the same rank of morals with a denounced -infidel and fugitive, who had left his children fatherless, and his wife -<span class='pageno' id='Page_402'>402</span>destitute! <em>Is it surprising that many good men remained longer than -perhaps they otherwise would have done, adverse to a party which -encouraged and openly rewarded the authors of such atrocious calumnies?</em>’</p> - -<p class='c000'>With me, I confess, the wonder does not lie there:—all I am -surprised at is, that the objects of these atrocious calumnies were ever -reconciled to the authors of them and their patrons. Doubtless, they -had powerful arts of conversion in their hands, who could with -impunity and in triumph take away by atrocious calumnies the characters -of all who disdained to be their tools; and rewarded with -honours, places, and pensions all those who were. It is in this -manner, Sir, that some of my old friends have become your new -allies and associates.—They have changed sides, not I; and the -proof that I have been true to the original ground of quarrel is, that -I have you against me. Your consistency is the undeniable pledge -of their tergiversation. The instinct of self-interest and meanness -of servility are infallible and safe; it is speculative enthusiasm and -disinterested love of public good, that being the highest strain of -humanity, are apt to falter, and ‘dying, make a swan-like end.’ -This tendency to change was, in the case of our poetical reformists, -precipitated by another cause. The spirit of poetry is, as I believe, -favourable to liberty and humanity, but not when its aid is most -wanted, in encountering the shocks and disappointments of the -world. Poetry may be described as having the range of the -universe; it traverses the empyrean, and looks down on nature from -a higher sphere. When it lights upon the earth, it loses some of -its dignity and its use. Its strength is in its wings; its element -is the air. Standing on its feet, jostling with the crowd, it is liable -to be overthrown, trampled on, and defaced; for its wings are of a -dazzling brightness, ‘sky-tinctured,’ and the least soil upon them -shews to disadvantage. Sullied, degraded as I have seen it, I shall -not here insult over it, but leave it to Time to take out the stains, -seeing it is a thing immortal as itself. ‘Being so majestical, I should -do it wrong to offer it but the shew of violence.’—The reason why -I have not changed my principles with some of the persons here -alluded to, is, that I had a natural inveteracy of understanding which -did not bend to fortune or circumstances. I was not a poet, but a -metaphysician; and I suspect that the conviction of an abstract principle -is alone a match for the prejudices of absolute power. The -love of truth is the best foundation for the love of liberty. In this -sense, I might have repeated—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Love is not love that alteration finds:</div> - <div class='line'>Oh! no, it is an everfixed mark,</div> - <div class='line'>That looks on tempests and is never shaken.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_403'>403</span>Besides, I had another reason. I owed something to truth, for -she had done something for me. Early in life I had made (what -I thought) a metaphysical discovery; and after that, it was too late to -think of retracting. My pride forbad it: my understanding revolted -at it. I could not do better than go on as I had begun. I too, worshipped -at no unhallowed shrine, and served in no mean presence. I -had laid my hand on the ark, and could not turn back! I have been -called ‘a writer of third-rate books.’ For myself, there is no work -of mine which I should rate so high, except one, which I dare say you -never heard of—An Essay on the Principles of Human Action. I do -not think the worse of it on that account; nor though you might not -be able to understand it, could you attribute this to the gaudiness of the -phraseology, nor the want of thought. I will here, Sir, explain the -nature of the argument as clearly and in as few words as I can.</p> - -<p class='c000'>The object of that Essay (and I have written this Letter partly -to introduce it through you to the notice of the reader) is to leave -free play to the social affections, and to the cultivation of the more -disinterested and generous principles of our nature, by removing a -stumbling-block which has been thrown in their way, and which -turns the very idea of virtue or humanity into a fable, viz. the metaphysical -doctrine of the innate and necessary selfishness of the human -mind. Do you understand so far? The question I propose to -examine is not the practical question, how far man is more or less -selfish or social in the actual sum-total of his habits and affections, -nor the moral or political question, to what degree of perfection he -can be advanced still further in the one, or weaned from the other; -but my intention is to state and answer the previous question, whether -there is, as it has been contended, a total incapacity and physical -impossibility in the human mind, of feeling an interest in anything -beyond itself, so that both the common feelings of compassion, -natural affection, friendship, etc. and the more refined and abstracted -ones of the love of justice, of country, or of kind, are, and must be -a delusion, believed in only by fools, and turned to their advantage -by knaves. This doctrine which has been sedulously and confidently -maintained by the French and English metaphysicians of the two -last centuries, by Hobbes, Mandeville, Rochefoucault, Helvetius -and others, and is a principal corner-stone of what is called the -modern philosophy, I think tends to, and has done a great deal of -mischief, and I believe I have found out a view of the subject, which -gets rid of it unanswerably and for ever, in manner and form following. -I conceive, that to establish the doctrine of exclusive and -absolute selfishness on a metaphysical basis, that is to say, on the -original and impassable distinction of the faculties of the human -<span class='pageno' id='Page_404'>404</span>mind, it is necessary to make it appear, that there is some peculiar -and abstracted principle which gives it an immediate, mechanical, and -irresistible interest in whatever relates to itself, and which by the -same rule shuts out and is a bar to the very possibility of our feeling -not an equal, but any kind or degree of interest whatever, at any -moment of our lives, in the history and fate of others. This is so -far from being true, that the contrary is demonstrable. Thus, Sir, -My self-interest in anything signifies (by the statement) the particular -manner in which whatever relates to myself affects me, so as -to create an anxiety about it, and be a motive to action. Now the -same word, <em>self</em>, is indifferently applied to the whole of my being, -past, present, and to come; and it is supposed from the use of -language and the habitual association of ideas, that this self is <em>one -thing</em> as well as one word, and my interest in it all along the same -necessary, identical interest. That a man must love himself as such, -seems a self-evident and simple proposition. The idea appears like -an absolute truth, and resists every attempt at analysis, like an element -in nature. Some persons, who formerly took the pains to read this -work, imagined (do not be alarmed, Sir!) that I wanted to argue -them out of their own existence, merely because I endeavoured to -define the nature and meaning of this word, self; to take in pieces, -by metaphysical aid, this fine illusion of the brain and forgery of -language, and to shew what there is real, and what false in it. The -word denotes, by common consent, three different selves, my past, -my present, and my future self. Now it is taken for granted by -some, and insisted upon by others, that I must have the same unavoidable -interest in all these, because they are all equally myself. -But that is impossible; for in truth my personal identity is founded -only on my personal consciousness, and that does not extend beyond -the present moment.—It must be maintained, on the other side of -the question, that my past, my present, and my future self are inseparably -linked together, equally identified by an intimate communion of -transferable thoughts and feelings in one metaphysical principle of self-interest, -before they can be equally myself, the same identical thing, to -any purpose of sentiment or for any motive of action. It will easily -be seen how far this is the case, and how far it is not. I have a -peculiar, exclusive self-interest or sympathy (never mind the word, -Sir,) with my present self, by means of sensation (or consciousness), -and with my past self, by means of memory, which I have not, and -cannot have with the past or present feelings or interests of others; -for this reason that these faculties are exclusive, peculiar, and confined -to myself. But I have no exclusive, or peculiar, or independent -faculty, like sensation or memory, giving me the same absolute, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_405'>405</span>unavoidable, instinctive interest in my own future sensations, and none -at all in those of others. This ideal self is then nominally the same, -but strictly different; composed of distinct and unequal parts; bound -together by laws and principles which have no parity of relation to -each other. By shewing how personal identity produces self-interest -as far as it goes, we shall see exactly when and how it ceases.—If -I touch a burning coal, this gives me a present sensation differing -in kind and degree from any impression I can receive from the -same sensation being inflicted on another: there is no communication -between another’s nerves and my brain producing a correspondent -jar and magnetic sympathy of frame. Again, if I have suffered -a pain of this sort in time past, this leaves traces in my mind, by my -continued identity with myself, or by means of memory, of a kind -totally distinct from any conception I can form of the same pain -inflicted a year ago (for instance) on another. These two important -faculties then give me an appropriate and exclusive interest only in -what happens or has happened to myself. So far as the operation of -these two faculties goes, I am strictly a selfish being, I am necessarily -cut off from all knowledge of or sympathy with the feelings of any -one but myself. But if I am to undergo a certain pain at a future -time, the next year or the next moment, however near or remote, I -have no faculty impressing this feeling intuitively and with mechanical -force and certainty on my mind beforehand, as my present or past -impressions are stamped upon it by means of sensation and memory. -I have no principle of thought or sentiment in the original conformation -of my mind, projecting me forward into my future being, giving -me a present unavoidable consciousness of it, and removed from all -cognisance of what happens to others; I have no faculty identifying -my future interests inseparably with my present feelings, and therefore -I have no exclusive, mechanical and proper self-interest in them, -merely because they are mine: for that which is <em>mine</em>, is that which -touches me by secret springs, and in a way in which what relates to -others can take no hold of me. The only faculty by which I can -anticipate what is to befal myself in future, is the same common and -disposable faculty in kind and in mode of operation, by which I can, -I do, and must anticipate in degree, and more or less according to -circumstances, the feelings and thoughts of others, and take a proportionable -interest in them, viz. the Imagination. To suppose that -there is a principle of self-interest in the mind, without a faculty -of self-interest, is an absurdity and a contradiction. This idea of -an abstract, exclusive, metaphysical self-interest in my own being -generally, is taken (by a gross and blind prejudice) from the manner -in which the faculties of sensation and memory affect me, and applied -<span class='pageno' id='Page_406'>406</span>to a part of my being, where I have no such interest in myself, -because I have no such faculty giving it me. What proves that there is -no mechanical sympathy identifying my future with my present being, -is, that I am for the most part, indifferent to, ignorant of what is to -happen to myself hereafter. There is no presentiment in the case. -If the house is about to fall on my head, this occasions no uneasiness -to my self-love, unless there are circumstances to alarm my imagination -beforehand. To suppose, that besides the ideal or rational -interest I have in the event, I have another <em>real</em> metaphysical interest -in it, without object or consciousness, is as if I should say, that I -have a particular interest in the past, without remembering it, or in -the present without feeling it.—But the future is the only subject of -action, that is, of a practical or rational interest at all, either of self-love -or benevolence. All voluntary action, that is, all action undertaken -with a view to produce a certain event or the contrary, must -relate to the future. The primary, essential motive of the volition of -anything must be the <em>idea</em> of that thing, and the idea solely. For the -thing itself, which is the object of desire and pursuit, is by the -supposition a nonentity. It is <em>willed</em> for that very reason, that it is -supposed not to exist. If it did exist, or had existed, it would be -absurd to will it to exist or not to exist; and as a thing which does -not exist, but which we will to be or not to be, it is a mere fiction of -the mind, and can exert no power over the thoughts, nor influence -the will or the affections in any way, except through the imagination. -The future, whether as it relates to myself or others, exists -only in the mind; and in the mind, not by memory, not by sensation, -which are exclusive and selfish faculties, but by the imagination, -which is not a limited, narrow faculty, but common, discursive, and -social. If my sympathy with others is not a sensible substantial -mechanical interest, neither is my self-interest anything but an imaginary -and ideal one, I am bound to my future interest only by -the same fine links of fancy and reason, which give that of others a -hold on my affections. As a voluntary agent, I am necessarily, and -in the first instance, that is, in the metaphysical sense of the question, -a disinterested one. I could not love myself, if I were not so formed, -as to be capable of loving others. I have no solid, material, gross, -actual self-interest in my own future welfare, and I therefore can only -have the same airy, notional, hypothetical interest in it, which I -must have in kind, though not in degree, in the pleasures and pains -of others, which I get at the knowledge of and sympathise with in -the same way. There is then no exclusive ground of self-interest, -incompatible with sympathy, and rendering it a chimera; self-love -and sympathy both rest on the same general ground of reason, of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_407'>407</span>imagination, and of common sense.—It may be said, that my own -future interests have a reality beyond the mere idea. So have the -interests of others, and the only question is, whether the sympathy, -the motive to action, is not equally imaginary in both cases. It may -be said, that I shall become my future self, but that is no reason why -I should take a particular interest in it till I do. If a pin pricks me -in any part of my body, I am instantly apprised of it, and feel an -interest in removing it; but my future self does not find any means of -apprising me of its sensations, in which I can feel no interest, except -from previous apprehension. Lastly, it may be said that I do feel -an interest in myself and my future welfare, which I do not, and -cannot feel in that of others. This I grant; but that does not prove -a metaphysical antecedent self-interest, precluding the possibility of all -interest in others, (for the social affections are as much a matter of -fact, as the influence of self-love) but a practical self-interest, arising -out of habit and circumstances, and more or less consistent with -other disinterested and humane feelings, according to habit, opinion, -and circumstances. I love myself better than my neighbour, -for the same reason (and for no other) that I love my child better -than a stranger’s—from having my thoughts more fixed upon its -welfare, my time more taken up in providing for it, and from my -knowing better by experience, what its wants and wishes are. People -have accounted for natural affection as an innate idea, as they have -for self-love. According to the metaphysical doctrine of selfishness, -my own child or a stranger’s, and every one else, are equally and -perfectly indifferent to me, as much as if they were mere machines. -As to a paramount universal abstract notion of personal identity, -impelling and overruling all my actions, thoughts, feelings, etc. to one -sole object, and centre of self-interest, there is no such thing in nature. -It requires almost as much pains and discipline, to make us attentive -to our own real and permanent happiness, as to that of others. Is it -not the constant theme of moralists and divines, that man is the sport -of impulse, and the creature of habit? I would ask, whether the -convivialist is deterred from indulging in his love of the bottle, by -any consideration of the ruin of his health or business? Is the -debauchee restrained in the career of his passions, any more by -reflecting on the disgrace or probable diseases he is bringing on -himself, than on the injury he does to others? It would be as hard -a task to make the spendthrift prudent, as the miser generous. Man -is governed by his passions, and not by his interest.—The selfish -theory is founded on mixing up vulgar prejudices, and scholastic distinctions; -and by being insisted on, tends to debase the mind, and -not at all promote the cause of truth.</p> - -<p class='c000'><span class='pageno' id='Page_408'>408</span>I do not think I should illustrate the foregoing reasoning so well -by anything I could add on the subject, as by relating the manner in -which it first struck me. I remember I had been reading a speech -which Mirabaud (the author of the work, called the System of -Nature) has put into the mouth of a supposed infidel at the day of -Judgment; and was afterwards led on by some means or other, to -consider the question, whether it could properly be said to be an act -of virtue in any one to sacrifice his own final happiness to that of any -other person, or number of persons, if it were possible for the one -ever to be made the price of the other. Suppose it be my own -case—that it were in my power to save twenty other persons, by -voluntarily consenting to suffer for them, why should I not do a -generous thing, and never trouble myself about what might be the -consequences to myself thousands of years hence? Now the reason, -I thought, why a man should prefer his own future welfare to that of -others, was, that he has a necessary, or abstract interest in the one, -which he cannot have in the other, and this again is the consequence -of his being always the same individual, of his continued identity with -himself. The distinction is this, that however insensible I may be to -my own interest at any future period, yet when the time comes, I -shall feel very differently about it. I shall then judge of it from the -actual impression of the object, that is, truly and certainly; and as I -shall still be conscious of my past feelings, and shall bitterly repent -my own folly and insensibility, I ought, as a rational agent, to be -determined now by what I shall then wish I had done, when I shall -feel the consequences of my actions most deeply and sensibly. It is -this continued consciousness of my own feelings which gives me an -immediate interest in whatever relates to my future welfare, and -makes me at all times accountable to myself for my own conduct. -As therefore this consciousness will be renewed in me after death, if -I exist again at all—But stop——As I must be conscious of my past -feelings to be myself, and as this conscious being will be myself, how, -if that consciousness should be transferred to some other being? -How am I to know that I am not imposed upon by a false claim of -identity? But that is impossible, because I shall have no other self -than that which arises from this very consciousness. Why then, if -so, this self may be multiplied in as many different beings as the -Deity may think proper to endue with the same consciousness, which, -if it can be renewed by an act of omnipotence in any one instance, -may clearly be so in a hundred others. Am I to regard all these as -equally myself? Am I equally interested in the fate of all? Or if I -must fix upon some one of them in particular as my representative and -other self, how am I to be determined in my choice?——Here then I -<span class='pageno' id='Page_409'>409</span>saw an end to my speculations about absolute self-interest and personal -identity. I saw plainly, that the consciousness of my own feelings, -which is made the foundation of my continued interest in them, could -not extend to what had never been, and might never be, that my -identity with myself must be confined to the connection between my -past and present being, that with respect to my future feelings and -interests they could have no communication with, or influence over -my present feelings and interests, merely because they were future, -that I shall be hereafter affected by the recollection of my former -feelings and actions, and my remorse be equally heightened by reflecting -on my past folly, and late-earned wisdom, whether I am really -the same thinking being, or have only the same consciousness renewed -in me; but that to suppose that this remorse can re-act in the reverse -order on my present feelings, or create an immediate interest in my -future feelings before it exists, is an express contradiction. For, -how can this pretended unity of consciousness which is only reflected -from the past, which makes me so little acquainted with the future, -that I cannot even tell for a moment how long it will be continued, -whether it will be entirely interrupted by, or renewed in me after -death, and which might be multiplied in I don’t know how many -different beings, and prolonged by complicated sufferings, without my -being any the wiser for it; how, I ask, can a principle of this sort -transfuse my present into my future being, and make me as much a -participator in what does not at all affect me as if it were actually impressed -upon my senses? I cannot, therefore, have a principle of -active self-interest arising out of the connexion between my future and -present being, for no such connexion exists or is possible. I am -what I am in spite of the future. My feelings, actions, and interests -are determined by causes already existing and acting, and cannot -depend on anything else, without a complete transposition of the order -in which effects follow one another in nature.</p> - -<p class='c000'>In this manner, Sir, may a man learn to distinguish the limits -which circumscribe his identity with himself, and the frail tenure on -which he holds his fleeting existence. Here indeed, ‘on this bank -and shoal of time,’ we give ourselves credit for a few years, and so -far make sure of our continued identity—as far as we can see the -horizon before us, while the same busy scene exists, while the same -objects, passions, and pursuits engross our attention, we seem to grasp -the realities of things; they are incorporated with our imagination -and take hold of our affections, and we cannot doubt of our interest -in them. Farther than this, we do not go with the same confidence; -the indistinctness of another state of being takes away its reality, and -we lose the abstract idea of self for want of objects to attach it to. But -<span class='pageno' id='Page_410'>410</span>the reasoning is the same in both cases. The next year, the -next hour, the next moment is but a creation of the mind; in all -that we hope or fear, love or hate, in all that is nearest and dearest -to us, we but mistake the strength of illusion for certainty, and follow -the mimic shews of things and catch at a shadow and live in a -waking dream. Everything before us exists in an ideal world. -The future is a blank and dreary void, like sleep or death, till the -imagination brooding over it with wings outspread, impregnates it -with life and motion. The forms and colours it assumes are but -the pictures reflected on the eye of fancy, the unreal mockeries -of future events. The solid fabric of time and nature moves on, -but the future always flies before it. The present moment stands on -the brink of nothing. We cannot pass the dread abyss, or make a -broad and beaten way over it, or construct a real interest in it, or -identify ourselves with what is not, or have a being, sense, and -motion, where there are none. Our interest in the future, our -identity with it, cannot be substantial; that self which we project -before us into it is like a shadow in the water, a bubble of the brain. -In becoming the blind and servile drudges of self-interest, we bow -down before an idol of our own making, and are spell-bound by a -name. Those objects to which we are most attached, make no part -of our present sensations or real existence; they are fashioned out of -nothing, and rivetted to our self-love by the force of a reasoning -imagination, (the privilege of our intellectual nature)—and it is the -same faculty that carries us out of ourselves as well as beyond -the present moment, that pictures the thoughts, passions and feelings -of others to us, and interests us in them, that clothes the whole -possible world with a borrowed reality, that breathes into all other -forms the breath of life, and endows our sympathies with vital -warmth, and diffuses the soul of morality through all the relations and -sentiments of our social being.</p> - -<p class='c000'>Such, Sir, is the metaphysical discovery of which I spoke; and -which I made many years ago. From that time I felt a certain -weight and tightness about my heart taken off, and cheerful and -confident thoughts springing up in the place of anxious fears and sad -forebodings. The plant I had sown and watered with my tears, -grew under my eye; and the air about it was wholesome and -pleasant. For this cause it is, that I have gone on little discomposed by -other things, by good or adverse fortune, by good or ill report, more -hurt by public disappointments than my own, and not thrown into -the hot or cold fits of a tertian ague; as the Edinburgh or Quarterly -Review damps or raises the opinion of the town in my favour. I -have some love of fame, of the fame of a Pascal, a Leibnitz, or a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_411'>411</span>Berkeley (none at all of popularity) and would rather that a single -inquirer after truth should pronounce my name, after I am dead, with -the same feelings that I have thought of theirs, than be puffed in all -the newspapers, and praised in all the reviews, while I am living. -I myself have been a thinker; and I cannot but believe that there are -and will be others, like me. If the few and scattered sparks of truth, -which I have been at so much pains to collect, should still be kept -alive in the minds of such persons, and not entirely die with me, I -shall be satisfied.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I am, Sir,</div> - <div class='line in12'>Yours, etc.</div> - <div class='line in24'><span class='sc'>William Hazlitt</span>.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>End of <span class='sc'>A Letter to William Gifford</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_415'>415</span> - <h2 class='c005'>NOTES</h2> -</div> - -<h3 class='c010'>THE ROUND TABLE</h3> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE LOVE OF LIFE</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay formed No. 3 of the Round Table series, the first two having been -contributed by Leigh Hunt. To numbers 2, 3, 4 the following motto was prefixed: -‘<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Sociali fœdere mensa.</span> <em>Milton.</em> A Table in a social compact joined.’</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_1'>1</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>That sage.</em> Hazlitt perhaps refers to Bacon’s lines— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘What then remains, but that we still should cry</div> - <div class='line'>For being born, or being born, to die?’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>which are taken from an epigram in the Greek Anthology. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_2'>2</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The school-boy</em>,’ says <em>Addison.</em> See <cite>The Spectator</cite>, No. 93. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Hope and fantastic expectations</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Jeremy Taylor’s <cite>Holy - Dying</cite>, Chap. i. § 3, par. 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>An ounce of sweet</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> ‘A dram of sweete is worth a pound of - sowre.’ <cite>The Faerie Queene</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>I.</span> Canto iii. 30. - This line formed the motto of Leigh Hunt’s <cite>Indicator</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_3'>3</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>And that must end us</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 145–151. In <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt publishes the - following passage as a note to this quotation: ‘Many persons have wondered how Bonaparte - was able to survive the shock of that tremendous height of power from which he fell. But - it was that very height which still rivetted his backward gaze, and made it impossible - for him to take his eye from it, more than from a hideous spectre. The sun of Austerlitz - still rose upon his imagination, and could not set. The huge fabric of glory which he had - raised, still “mocked his eyes with air.”<a id='r87' /><a href='#f87' - class='c012'><sup>[87]</sup></a> He who had felt his existence so - intensely could not consent to lose it!’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_4'>4</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Are made desperate</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Wordsworth’s <cite>Excursion</cite>, - Book <span class='fss'>VI.</span> The following note is appended to this essay in - <cite>The Examiner</cite>: ‘It is proper to notice that an extract from this article - formerly appeared in another publication. A series of Criticisms on the principal English - Poets will shortly be commenced, and till concluded, will appear alternately with the - other subjects of the Round Table.’ The publication referred to was <cite>The Morning - Chronicle</cite> for September 4, 1813, where, under the heading ‘Common Places,’ the - substance of the paragraph beginning ‘The love of life is, in general, the effect,’ and - the following paragraph will be found. The plan for criticisms of the English Poets was - not adhered to. Hazlitt shortly afterwards (1818) delivered a course of Lectures on the - English Poets which was published in the same year. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_416'>416</span> - <h4 class='c022'>ON CLASSICAL EDUCATION</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>This essay formed the greater part of No. 7 of the Round Table series. The -first three paragraphs are from one of Hazlitt’s ‘Common Places’ in <cite>The Morning -Chronicle</cite>, September 25, 1813.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_4'>4</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A discipline of humanity.</em>’ Bacon’s <cite>Essays</cite>, Of Marriage and Single - Life. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Still green with bays</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Pope’s <cite>Essay on - Criticism</cite>, 181–188. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_5'>5</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>A celebrated political writer.</em> Probably Cobbett, of whom Hazlitt says in another - place: ‘He is a self-taught man, and has the faults as well as excellences of that class - of persons in their most striking and glaring excess.’ (<cite>Table Talk</cite>, - Character of Cobbett.) - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_6'>6</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The world is too much with us</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Misquoted from Wordsworth’s - Sonnet. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Falstaff’s reasoning about honour.</em> See <cite>1 Henry IV.</cite> Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>They that are whole</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>St. Matthew</cite>, ix. 12. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>In <cite>The Examiner</cite> this essay concluded with the following passage: ‘We do not - think a classical education proper for women. It may pervert their minds, but it cannot - elevate them. It has been asked, Why a woman should not learn the dead languages as well - as the modern ones? For this plain reason, that the one are still spoken, and have - immediate associations connected with them, and the other not. A woman may have a lover - who is a Frenchman, or an Italian, or a Spaniard; and it is well to be provided against - every contingency in that way. But what possible interest can she feel in those - old-fashioned persons, the Greeks and Romans, or in what was done two thousand years ago? - A modern widow would doubtless prefer Signor Tramezzani<a id='r88' /><a href='#f88' - class='c012'><sup>[88]</sup></a> to Æneas, and Mr. Conway would be a - formidable rival to Paris. No young lady in our days, in conceiving an idea of Apollo, - can go a step beyond the image of her favourite poet: nor do we wonder that our old - friend, the Prince Regent, passes for a perfect Adonis in the circles of beauty and - fashion. Women in general have no ideas, except personal ones. They are mere egotists. - They have no passion for truth, nor any love of what is purely ideal. They hate to think, - and they hate every one who seems to think of anything but themselves. Everything is to - them a perfect nonentity which does not touch their senses, their vanity, or their - interest. Their poetry, their criticism, their politics, their morality, and their - divinity, are downright affectation. That line in Milton is very striking— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He for God only, she for God in him.”<a id='r89' /><a href='#f89' class='c012'><sup>[89]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><span class='pageno' id='Page_417'>417</span>Such is the order of nature and providence; and we should be sorry to see any - fantastic improvements on it. Women are what they were meant to be; and we wish for no - alteration in their bodies or their minds. They are the creatures of the circumstances in - which they are placed, of sense, of sympathy and habit. They are exquisitely susceptible - of the passive impressions of things: but to form an idea of pure understanding or - imagination, to feel an interest in <em>the true</em> and <em>the good</em> beyond - themselves, requires an effort of which they are incapable. They want principle, except - that which consists in an adherence to established custom; and this is the reason of the - severe laws which have been set up as a barrier against every infringement of decorum and - propriety in women. It has been observed by an ingenious writer of the present day, that - women want imagination. This requires explanation. They have less of that imagination - which depends on intensity of passion, on the accumulation of ideas and feelings round - one object, on bringing all nature and all art to bear on a particular purpose, on - continuity and comprehension of mind; but for the same reason, they have more fancy, that - is greater flexibility of mind, and can more readily vary and separate their ideas at - pleasure. The reason of that greater presence of mind which has been remarked in women - is, that they are less in the habit of speculating on what is best to be done, and the - first suggestion is decisive. The writer of this article confesses that he never met with - any woman who could reason, and with but one reasonable woman. There is no instance of a - woman having been a great mathematician or metaphysician or poet or painter: but they can - dance and sing and act and write novels and fall in love, which last quality alone makes - more than angels of them. Women are no judges of the characters of men, except <em>as - men</em>. They have no real respect for men, or they never respect them for those - qualities, for which they are respected by men. They in fact regard all such qualities as - interfering with their own pretensions, and creating a jurisdiction different from their - own. Women naturally wish to have their favourites all to themselves, and flatter their - weaknesses to make them more dependent on their own good opinion, which, they think, is - all that they want. We have, indeed, seen instances of men, equally respectable and - amiable, equally admired by the women and esteemed by the men, but who have been ruined - by an excess of virtues and accomplishments.’ Leigh Hunt replied to these remarks in the - following number of the Round Table series (February 19, 1815), where he makes - interesting reference to Hazlitt’s appearance and powers. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE TATLER</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay formed No. 10 of the Round Table series. The substance of it was -repeated by Hazlitt in his volume of <cite>Lectures on the English Comic Writers</cite> (1819). -(See the Lecture on ‘The Periodical Essayists.’)</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_7'>7</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The disastrous strokes which his youth suffered.</em>’ ‘Some distressful stroke that - my youth suffered.’ <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>He dwells with a secret satisfaction.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 107. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The club at the ‘Trumpet.’</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 132. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The cavalcade of the justice</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 86. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The upholsterer and his companions.</em> See <cite>The Tatler</cite>, Nos. 155, 160, - and 178. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A burlesque copy of verses.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 238. The verses are by - Swift. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_8'>8</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Betterton and Mrs. Oldfield.</em> See p. 157. Betterton is frequently mentioned in - <cite>The Tatler</cite>. See especially No. 167. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Penkethman and Mr. Bullock.</em> See <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 88, and p. 157 - of this volume. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The first sprightly runnings.</em>’ Dryden’s <cite>Aurengzebe</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_9'>9</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Court of Honour.</cite> Addison, in <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 250, created - the Court of Honour. He and Steele together wrote the later papers (Nos. 253, 256, 259, - 262, 265) in which the proceedings of the Court are recorded. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Personification of Musical Instruments.</cite> <cite>The Spectator</cite>, Nos. - 153 and 157. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. This note is by Leigh Hunt. The authorship of the anonymous paper (<cite>The - Spectator</cite>, No. 95) is uncertain. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The account of the two sisters.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 151. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The married lady.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 104. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_418'>418</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_9'>9</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The lover and his mistress.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 94. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The bridegroom.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 82. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Eustace and his wife.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 172. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The fine dream.</em> <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 117. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mandeville’s sarcasm.</em> Bernard Mandeville (<em>d.</em> 1733), author of <cite>The - Fable of the Bees</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Westminster Abbey.</em> <cite>The Spectator</cite>, No. 26. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Royal Exchange.</em> <cite>The Spectator</cite>, No. 69. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The best criticism.</em> <cite>The Spectator</cite>, No. 226. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_10'>10</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. <em>An original copy of the ‘Tatler.’</em> The octavo edition of 1710–11. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON MODERN COMEDY</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay did not form one of the Round Table series, but was published in <cite>The -Examiner</cite> for August 20, 1815, under the heading ‘Theatrical Examiner.’ It was -substantially repeated in the <cite>Lectures on the English Comic Writers</cite> (Lecture <span class='fss'>VIII.</span>, -‘on the Comic Writers of the Last Century’), and was republished <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">verbatim</span></i> in the -posthumous volume entitled <cite>Criticisms and Dramatic Essays on the English Stage</cite> -(1851). The essay is practically a reprint of the first of two letters which Hazlitt -wrote to <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> (September 25 and October 15, 1813). The second -of these letters has not been republished.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_10'>10</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Where it must live, or have no life at all.</em>’ <cite>Othello</cite>, Act. <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_11'>11</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>See ourselves as others see us.</em>’ Burns, ‘To a Louse.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Wart.</em> He means Shadow. See <cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_12'>12</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Lovelace</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Nearly all these characters are discussed in the - <cite>English Comic Writers</cite>. Sparkish is in Wycherley’s <cite>Country Wife</cite>, - Lord Foppington in Vanbrugh’s <cite>Relapse</cite>, Millamant in Congreve’s <cite>Way of - the World</cite>, Sir Sampson Legend in Congreve’s <cite>Love for Love</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>We cannot expect</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> This paragraph appeared originally in - <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite>, October 15, 1813. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_13'>13</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>That sevenfold fence.</em>’ ‘The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep the battery - from my heart.’ <cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene - 14. This passage is taken by Hazlitt from his own <cite>Reply to Malthus</cite> (1807). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Mr. Smirk, you are a brisk man.</em>’ Foote’s <cite>Minor</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Aristotle.</em> In the <em>Poetics</em>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Warm hearts of flesh and blood</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Quoted, with omissions and - variations, from a passage in Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in - France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 101). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_14'>14</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Men’s minds are parcel of their fortunes.</em>’ <cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, - Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 13. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON MR. KEAN’S IAGO</h4> - -<p class='c011'>Republished with a few variations from <cite>The Examiner</cite> of July 24, 1814. Hazlitt -afterwards published the original article in <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite> (1818), and -borrowed from it in <cite>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</cite> (See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, pp. 206–7).</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_14'>14</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>A contemporary critic.</em> This was Hazlitt himself who made this criticism of Kean - in an article in <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> (May 9, 1814), reprinted in <cite>A - View of the English Stage</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Hedged in with the divinity of kings.</em>’ From <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_15'>15</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Play the dog</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>3 Henry VI.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 6. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_16'>16</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>His cue is villainous melancholy</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>King Lear</cite>, - Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_419'>419</span> - <h4 class='c022'>ON THE LOVE OF THE COUNTRY</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>This essay was one of a series called Common-places (No. <span class='fss'>III.</span>) and appeared in -<cite>The Examiner</cite> on November 27, 1814, before the Round Table series commenced. -It was not, therefore, addressed, as it purports to be, ‘to the editor of the “Round -Table.”’ The greater part of it was repeated in the <cite>Lectures on the English Poets</cite> -(1818) at the end of Lecture <span class='fss'>V.</span> on Thomson and Cowper.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_17'>17</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Rousseau in his ‘Confessions.’</em> Partie I. Livre <span class='fss'>III.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_18'>18</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The minstrel.</em> See Beattie’s <cite>Minstrel</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>I.</span> st. 9. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_20'>20</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A farewell sweet.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘If chance the radiant sun, with farewell sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>Extend his evening beam,’ etc.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in28'><cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span class='fss'>II.</span> 492.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>To me the meanest flower</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Wordsworth’s Ode, - <cite>Intimations of Immortality</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Nature did ne’er betray</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Wordsworth’s <cite>Lines composed a - few miles above Tintern Abbey</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_21'>21</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Or from the mountain’s sides.</em>’ Collins’s <cite>Ode to Evening</cite>, stanzas 9 - and 10. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON POSTHUMOUS FAME</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay is not one of the Round Table series. It appeared in <cite>The Examiner</cite> on -May 22, 1814.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_22'>22</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Blessings be with them</em>’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Wordsworth’s <cite>Personal - Talk</cite>, stanza 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Nor sometimes forget</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 33 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. A part of the passage here referred to (from <cite>The Reason of Church Government - urged against Prelacy</cite>) is quoted by Hazlitt in his <cite>Lectures on the English - Poets</cite> (on Shakspeare and Milton). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_23'>23</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Famous poets’ wit.</em>’ See <cite>The Faerie Queene, Verses addressed by the - author</cite>, No. 2. ‘<em>Have not the poems of Homer</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>The - Advancement of Learning</cite>, First Book, <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Because on Earth</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See Dante’s <cite>Inferno</cite>, Canto - iv. Cf. ‘On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.’ <cite>The Faerie Queene</cite>, - Book <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Canto ii. st. 32. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Every variety of untried being.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Through what variety of untried being,</div> - <div class='line'>Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in32'>Addison’s <cite>Cato</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 1.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_24'>24</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. ‘<em>Oh! for my sake</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Sonnet No. <span - class='fss'>III.</span> ‘<em>Desiring this man’s art</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Sonnet No. - 29. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON HOGARTH’S ‘<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">MARRIAGE À LA MODE</span>’</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay (from <cite>The Examiner</cite>, June 5, 1814) and the next one (June 19, -1814) continuing the same subject, were (in substance) republished in the <cite>English -Comic Writers</cite> (see the Lecture <span class='fss'>VII.</span> on the works of Hogarth) and also in <cite>Sketches -of the Principal Picture-Galleries in England</cite>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> (1824).</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_25'>25</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The late collection.</em> In 1814. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Of amber-lidded snuff-box.</em>’ Pope’s <cite>Rape of the Lock</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 123. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_420'>420</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_26'>26</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A person, and a smooth dispose</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Vice loses half its evil in losing all its grossness.</em>’ Burke’s - <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. - Payne, ii. 89). - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE SUBJECT CONTINUED</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_28'>28</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>What Fielding says.</em> See <cite>Tom Jones</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Chap. i. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_30'>30</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>All the mutually reflected charities.</em>’ Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the - Revolution in France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 40). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Frequent and full</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 795–797. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_31'>31</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. <em>The ‘Reflector.’</em> For 1811. The essay is included in <cite>Poems, Plays and - Miscellaneous Essays of Charles Lamb</cite> (ed. Ainger). - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON MILTON’S LYCIDAS</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 15 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_31'>31</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>At last he rose</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Lycidas</em>, 192–193. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson.</em> See his Life of Milton (<cite>Works</cite>, Oxford ed., vii. 119). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Most musical, most melancholy.</em>’ <i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">Il Penseroso</span></i>, l. 62. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.</em>’ <em>Lycidas</em>, l. 189. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_32'>32</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Together both</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Lycidas</em>, ll. 25 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Oh fountain Arethuse</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Lycidas</em>, ll. 85 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et - seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_33'>33</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Like one that had been led astray</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">Il - Penseroso</span></i>, ll. 69–70. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Next Camus</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Lycidas</em>, ll. 103 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Has been found fault with.</em> By Dr. Johnson in his Life of Milton - (<cite>Works</cite>, Oxford ed., vii. 120). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Camoens, who, in his ‘Lusiad.’</em> See <cite>The Lusiads</cite>, Canto ii. stanzas - 56 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_34'>34</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The muses in a ring</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">Il Penseroso</span></i>, ll. 47–48. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Have sight of Proteus</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Wordsworth’s Sonnet, ‘The world is - too much with us.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Return, Alphaeus</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Lycidas</em>, ll. 132 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et - seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_35'>35</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson.</em> Johnson does not seem to have been offended by the dolphins in - particular. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The picture by Barry.</em> ‘The triumph of the Thames,’ number 4 of the six pictures - painted by James Barry (1741–1806) for the Society of Arts. Johnson’s friend, Dr. Charles - Burney (1726–1814) figures as one of the renowned dead. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Here’s flowers for you</em>’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Winter’s Tale</cite>, Act. - <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_36'>36</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson’s ‘general remark</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See his Life of Milton - (<cite>Works</cite>, Oxford ed., vii. 119, 131), and Boswell’s <cite>Life of - Johnson</cite> (ed. G. B. Hill), iv. 305. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON MILTON’S VERSIFICATION</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 16 of the Round Table series. Hazlitt drew largely on this essay for his -lecture on Shakspeare and Milton. See <cite>Lectures on the English Poets</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_37'>37</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Makes Ossa like a wart.</em>’ <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> - Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Sad task, yet argument</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Quoted, with omissions, from - <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span class='fss'>IX.</span> 13–45. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_421'>421</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_37'>37</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Him followed Rimmon</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 467–469. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>As when a vulture</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 431–439. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_38'>38</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>It has been said</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Hazlitt probably refers to Coleridge. See - his <cite>Lectures on Shakspeare</cite> (Bell’s ed., p. 526). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>He soon saw within ken</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 621–634. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_39'>39</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson.</em> Hazlitt somewhat exaggerates Johnson’s strictures on Milton. See - <cite>The Rambler</cite>, Nos. 86, 88, and 90. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>His hand was known</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 732–747. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>But chief the spacious hall</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, - <span class='fss'>I.</span> 762–788. In <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt has a note to - the words ‘brush’d with the hiss of rustling wings,’ pointing out that it was one of Dr. - Johnson’s speculations, that all imitative sound is merely fanciful. He refers probably - to <cite>The Rambler</cite>, No. 94. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_40'>40</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Round he surveys</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 555–567. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>In many a winding bout</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">L’Allegro</span></cite>, ll. - 139–140. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_41'>41</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The hidden soul of harmony.</em>’ <cite><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">L’Allegro</span></cite>, l. 144. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. Hazlitt quoted these couplets again in his <cite>Lectures on the English - Poets</cite>. See Lecture <span class='fss'>IV.</span> on Dryden and Pope. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON MANNER</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay is compounded of two papers in the Round Table series, Nos. 17 and -<a href='#Page_18'>18</a>.| Hazlitt, however, omitted the greater part of No. 18, at the beginning of -which he discussed Dryden’s version of <cite>The Flower and the Leaf</cite>. No. 18 was -published in <cite>Winterslow</cite> (1839) under the title of <cite>Matter and Manner</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_42'>42</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Says Lord Chesterfield.</em> ‘Observe the looks and countenances of those who speak, - which is often a surer way of discovering the truth than what they say.’ <cite>Letters to - his Son</cite>, No. cxxx. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Than his sentiments.</em> In <cite>The Examiner</cite> appears the following note on - this passage: ‘We find persons who write what may be called an <em>impracticable</em> - style; and their ideas are just as impracticable. They have as little tact of what is - going on in the world as of the habitual meaning of words. Other writers betray their - natural disposition by affectation, dryness, or levity of style. Style is the adaptation - of words to things. Dr. Johnson had no style, that is, no scale of words answering to the - differences of his subject. He always translated his ideas into the highest and most - imposing form of expression, or more properly, into Latin words with English - terminations. Goldsmith said to him, “If you had to write a fable, and to introduce - little fishes speaking, you would make them talk like great whales.” It is a satire on - this kind of taste that the most ignorant pretenders are in general what is generally - understood by the finest writers. Women generally write a good style, because they - express themselves according to the impression which things make upon them, without the - affectation of authorship. They have besides more sense of propriety than men.’ For the - story of Goldsmith see Boswell’s <cite>Life of Johnson</cite> (ed. G. B. Hill), ii. 231. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_43'>43</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>One of the most pleasant</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> It is evident from a passage in - <cite>Table Talk</cite> (on Coffee-House Politicians) that this friend is Leigh Hunt, and - that ‘another friend’ is Lamb. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>As dry as the remainder biscuit</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>As You Like - It</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Learning is often</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_44'>44</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Lord Chesterfield’s character of the Duke of Marlborough.</em> <cite>Letters to his - Son</cite>, No. clxviii. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_422'>422</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_45'>45</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note 1. It appears from a <span class='fss'>MS.</span> note in a copy of the 1817 edition - that Hazlitt here refers to Lord Castlereagh. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The greatest man</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Napoleon. Cf. <cite>Table Talk</cite> (on - Great and Little Things) and <cite>Life of Napoleon</cite>, Chap. lvii. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note 2. <em>A sonnet to the King.</em> This must be the sonnet beginning— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>to which Hazlitt referred again in <cite>Political Essays</cite> (‘Illustrations of - <cite>The Times</cite> Newspaper’). Wordsworth’s attack on a set of gipsies was in the - poem entitled ‘Gipsies’ (1807). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>In a wise passiveness.</em>’ <cite>Expostulation and Reply</cite> (1798). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>In the ‘Excursion’.</em> Book <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>‘They are a grotesque ornament,’ etc.</em> ‘Nobility is a graceful ornament to the - civil order.’ Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in France</cite> (<cite>Select - Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 164). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>This is enough.</em> In <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt adds: ‘We really have a - very great contempt for any one who differs from us on this point.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_46'>46</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Story of the glass-man.</cite> The Barber’s story of his Fifth Brother. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>That manner is everything.</em> ‘Sheer impudence answers almost the same purpose. - “Those impenetrable whiskers have confronted flames.” Many persons, by looking big and - talking loud, make their way through the world without any one good quality. We have here - said nothing of mere personal qualifications, which are another set-off against sterling - merit. Fielding was of opinion that “the more solid pretensions of virtue and - understanding vanish before perfect beauty.” “A certain lady of a manor” (says <cite>Don - Quixote</cite><a id='r90' /><a href='#f90' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[90]</sup></a> in defence of his attachment to <em>Dulcinea</em>, which however - was quite of the Platonic kind), “had cast the eyes of affection on a certain squat, - brawny lay-brother of a neighbouring monastery, to whom she was lavish of her favours. - The head of the order remonstrated with her on this preference shown to one whom he - represented as a very low, ignorant fellow, and set forth the superior pretensions of - himself, and his more learned brethren. The lady having heard him to an end made answer: - All that you have said may be very true; but know, that in those points which I admire, - Brother Chrysostom is as great a philosopher, nay greater than Aristotle himself!” So the - <cite>Wife of Bath</cite>:<a id='r91' /><a href='#f91' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[91]</sup></a>— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“To church was mine husband borne on the morrow</div> - <div class='line'>With neighbours that for him maden sorrow,</div> - <div class='line'>And Jenkin our clerk was one of tho:</div> - <div class='line'>As help me God, when that I saw him go</div> - <div class='line'>After the bier, methought he had a pair</div> - <div class='line'>Of legs and feet, so clean and fair,</div> - <div class='line'>That all my heart I gave unto his hold.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>“All which, though we most potently believe, yet we hold it not honesty to have it thus - set down.”’<a id='r92' /><a href='#f92' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[92]</sup></a>—Note by Hazlitt in <cite>The Examiner</cite>, September 3, 1815. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>Sir Roger de Coverley.</em> <cite>The Spectator</cite>, No. 130. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_47'>47</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The successful experiment.</em> See <cite>Peregrine Pickle</cite>, Chap, lxxxvii. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_423'>423</span> - <h4 class='c022'>ON THE TENDENCY OF SECTS</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>No. 19 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_49'>49</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note 1. The <cite>Freedom of the Will</cite> of Jonathan Edwards (1703–1758) was - published in 1754. Edwards was, of course, an American, as Flower reminded Hazlitt in his - letter referred to below (49, note 2). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Hid from ages.</em>’ <cite>Colossians</cite>, i. 26. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note 2. Benjamin Flower, in a reply which he wrote to this essay (<cite>The - Examiner</cite>, October 8, 1815), pointed out the ‘phenomenon’ of a Quaker poet - ‘appeared about thirty years since, Mr. Scott of Amwell, whose volume of poetry obtained - the marked approbation of our acknowledged best critics.’ Johnson said of John Scott of - Amwell’s (1730–1783) <cite>Elegies</cite>, ‘they are very well; but such as twenty people - might write’ (Boswell’s <cite>Life of Johnson</cite>, ed. G. B. Hill, ii. 351). Another - correspondent, signing himself ‘B. B.,’ wrote a letter to <cite>The Examiner</cite> - (September 24, 1815), protesting against Hazlitt’s sketch of Quakerism. This was no doubt - Bernard Barton (1784–1849), another Quaker poet, and afterwards the friend of Lamb. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_50'>50</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>There is some soul of goodness</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Henry V.</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Evil communications</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>1 Corinthians</cite>, xv. 33. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON JOHN BUNCLE</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 20 of the Round Table series.</p> - -<p class='c000'><cite>The Life of John Buncle, Esq.</cite>, by Thomas (not John) Amory (1691?-1788), was -published in two volumes, 1756–1766. A new edition in three volumes was -published in 1825, very likely on Hazlitt’s recommendation. See <cite>Memoirs of -William Hazlitt</cite>, ii. 198. A quotation from the present essay faces the title-page -of the new edition (vol. i.). A volume containing the most readable parts of the -book, and happily entitled ‘The Spirit of Buncle,’ was published in 1823. The -book was a great favourite of Lamb’s as well as of Hazlitt’s.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_52'>52</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Botargos.</em> ‘Hard roes of mullet called botargos.’ Urquhart’s Rabelais, <span - class='fss'>I.</span> xxi. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_53'>53</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Man was made to mourn.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Who breathes, must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>Prior, <cite>Solomon on the Vanity of the World</cite>, <span class='fss'>III.</span> 240.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>He danced the Hays.</em> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the hay.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in32'><cite>Love’s Labour’s Lost</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 1.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A mistress and a saint in every grove.</em> Goldsmith’s <cite>Traveller</cite>, 152. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Most dolphin-like.</em>’ <cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>And there the antic sits</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Richard II.</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_56'>56</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Philips’s.</em> The Pastorals of Pope and Ambrose Philips (1675?-1749) appeared in - Tonson’s <cite>Miscellany</cite> (1709). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Sannazarius.</em> An English translation of the Piscatory Eclogues of Jacopo - Sannazario was published in 1726. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>What he beautifully calls</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See <cite>The Complete - Angler</cite>, Part <span class='fss'>I.</span> Chap. i. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>We accompany them</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>The Complete Angler</cite>, Part - <span class='fss'>I.</span> Chap. iv. The milkmaid sang ‘Come live with me, and be my - love.’ That ‘smooth song’ (says Walton) ‘which was made by Kit Marlowe, now at least - fifty years ago. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><span class='pageno' id='Page_424'>424</span>And the milkmaid’s mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir <em>Walter - Raleigh</em> in his younger days.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_57'>57</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Tottenham Cross.</em> The subject of one of the prints. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>His friendship for Cotton.</em> Charles Cotton (1630–1687), the translator of - Montaigne (1685). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>Dr. Johnson said.</em> See Mrs. Piozzi’s <cite>Anecdotes</cite> - (<cite>Johnsonian Miscellanies</cite>, ed. G. B. Hill, i. 332). - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE CAUSES OF METHODISM</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 22 of the Round Table series. Leigh Hunt discussed this article in No. -24 of the series, republished in the 1817 edition of the <cite>Round Table</cite>, and entitled -‘On the Poetical Character.’ On the subject of Methodism Hunt had already -spoken his mind in a series of articles in <cite>The Examiner</cite>, which he republished -in 1809 under the title of <cite>An Attempt to shew the folly and danger of Methodism</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_58'>58</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>To sinner it or saint it.</em>’ Pope’s <cite>Moral Essays</cite>, Ep. <span - class='fss'>II.</span> l. 15. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The whole need not a physician.</em>’ <cite>St. Matthew</cite>, ix. 12. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Conceit in weakest</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_59'>59</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mawworm.</em> In Isaac Bickerstaffe’s <cite>Hypocrite</cite>, altered from Colley - Cibber’s <cite>Nonjuror</cite>, which was itself ‘a comedy threshed out of Molière’s - <cite>Tartuffe</cite>.’ See the Lecture on the Comic Writers of the Last Century in - <cite>English Comic Writers</cite>. For Oxberry’s acting of the part see <cite>A View of - the English Stage</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>With sound of bell</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>As You Like It</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Round fat oily men of God</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Thomson’s <cite>Castle of - Indolence</cite>, stanza 69. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>That burning and shining light.</em>’ <cite>St. John</cite>, v. 35. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. ‘<em>And filled up all the mighty void of sense.</em>’ Pope’s <cite>Essay on - Criticism</cite>, l. 210. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_60'>60</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The vice</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Hebrews</em>, xii. 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<cite>The Society for the Suppression of Vice.</cite>’ Founded in 1802. Sydney Smith - criticised its methods in one of his <cite>Edinburgh Review</cite> articles (Jan. 1809). - Hazlitt refers to it again. See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 139. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>And sweet religion</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Numbers without number.</em>’ <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 346. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_61'>61</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Dissolves them</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">Il Penseroso</span></i>, ll. 165–166. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 26 of the Round Table series. The essay was in substance republished in -<cite>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</cite>. See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, pp. 244–248, and the notes thereon.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_64'>64</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Age cannot wither</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>’Tis a good piece of work</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>The Taming of the - Shrew</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Would, cousin Silence</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. The dialogue on the death of old Double occurs earlier - in the same scene. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The most fearful wild-fowl living.</em>’ <cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><span class='pageno' id='Page_425'>425</span>At the end of this essay in <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt added the following - ‘Note Extraordinary’: ‘We had just concluded our ramble with <em>Puck</em> and - <em>Bottom</em>, and were beginning to indulge in some less airy recreations, when in - came the last week’s <cite>Cobbett</cite>,<a id='r93' /><a href='#f93' - class='c012'><sup>[93]</sup></a> and with one blow overset our Round - Table, and marred all our good things. If while Mr. C. and his lady are sitting in their - garden at Botley, like Adam and Eve in Paradise, the delight of one another, the envy of - their neighbours, and the admiration of the rest of the world, suddenly a large fat hog - from the wilds of Hampshire should bolt right through the hedge, and with snorting - menaces and foaming tusks, proceed to lay waste the flower-pots and root up the potatoes, - such as the surprise and indignation of so economical a couple would be on this occasion, - was the consternation at our Table when Mr. Cobbett himself made his appearance among us, - vowing vengeance against Milton and Shakespear, <em>Sir Hugh Evans</em> and <em>Justice - Shallow</em>, and all the delights of human life. We were not prepared for such an onset. - More barbarous than Mr. Wordsworth’s calling Voltaire dull,<a id='r94' /><a href='#f94' - class='c012'><sup>[94]</sup></a> or than Voltaire’s calling Cato the - only English tragedy;<a id='r95' /><a href='#f95' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[95]</sup></a> more barbarous than Mr. Locke’s admiration of Sir Richard - Blackmore; more barbarous than the declaration of a German Elector—afterwards made into - an English king—that he hated poets and painters; more barbarous than the Duke of - Wellington’s letter to Lord Castlereagh,<a id='r96' /><a href='#f96' - class='c012'><sup>[96]</sup></a> or than the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue - Raisonné</span></cite> of the Flemish Masters published in the <cite>Morning - Chronicle</cite>,<a id='r97' /><a href='#f97' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[97]</sup></a> or than the Latin style of the second Greek scholar<a id='r98' /><a - href='#f98' class='c012'><sup>[98]</sup></a> of the age, or the - English style of the first:—more barbarous than any or all of these is Mr. Cobbett’s - attack on our two great poets. As to Milton, except the fine egotism of the situation of - Adam and Eve, which Mr. Cobbett has applied to himself, there is not much in him to touch - our politician: but we cannot understand his attack upon Shakespear, which is cutting his - own throat. If Mr. Cobbett is for getting rid of his kings and queens, his fops and his - courtiers, if he is for pelting <em>Sir Hugh</em> and <em>Falstaff</em> off the stage, - yet what will he say to <em>Jack Cade</em> and First and Second Mob? If we are to scout - the Roman rabble, where will the <cite>Register</cite> find English readers? Has the - author never found himself out in Shakespear? He may depend upon it he is there, for all - the people that ever lived are there! Has he never been struck with the valour of - <em>Ancient Pistol</em>, who “would not swagger in any shew of resistance to a - Barbary-hen”?<a id='r99' /><a href='#f99' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[99]</sup></a> Can he not, upon occasion, “aggravate his voice”<a id='r100' /><a - href='#f100' class='c012'><sup>[100]</sup></a> like <em>Bottom</em> in - the play? In absolute insensibility, he is a fool to <em>Master Barnardine</em>; and - there is enough of gross animal instinct in <em>Calyban</em> to make a whole herd of - Cobbetts. Mr. Cobbett admires Bonaparte; and yet there is nothing finer in any of his - addresses to the French people than what <cite>Coriolanus</cite> says to the Romans when - they banish him. He abuses the Allies in good set terms; yet one speech of Constance - describes them and their magnanimity better than all the columns of the <cite>Political - Register</cite>. Mr. Cobbett’s address to the people of England<a id='r101' /><a - href='#f101' class='c012'><sup>[101]</sup></a> on the alarm of an - invasion, which was stuck on all the church-doors in Great Britain, was not more eloquent - than <em>Henry V.’s</em> address to his soldiers before the battle of Agincourt; nor do - we think Mr. Cobbett was ever a better specimen of the common English character than the - two soldiers in the same play. After all, there is something so droll in his falling foul - of Shakespear for want of delicacy, with his desperate lounges and bear-garden dexterity, - snorting, fuming, and grunting, that we cannot help laughing at the affair, now that our - surprise is over; as we suppose Mr. Cobbett does, if he can only keep him out of his - premises by hallooing and hooting or dry blows, to see his old friend, Grill,<a id='r102' - /><a href='#f102' class='c012'><sup>[102]</sup></a> trudging along the - highroad in search of his acorns and pig-nuts.’ - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_426'>426</span> - <h4 class='c022'>THE BEGGAR’S OPERA</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>One of Hazlitt’s ‘Theatrical Examiners,’ and published in <cite>The Examiner</cite> on -June 18, 1815.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_65'>65</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Beggar’s Opera</cite> was produced at Lincoln’s Inn Fields on January 29, 1728. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Happy alchemy of mind</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Cf. Boswell (<cite>Life of - Johnson</cite>, ed. G. B. Hill, iii. 65): ‘I have ever delighted in that intellectual - chymistry, which can separate good qualities from evil in the same person.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>O’erstepping the modesty of nature.</em>’ <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Woman is like</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Taken from Tibullus.</em> Hazlitt probably means Catullus and refers to the lines - (<em>Carm.</em> 62) -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">‘Ut flos in saeptis secretus nascitur hortis,’ etc.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>I see him sweeter</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>There is some soul of goodness in things evil.</em>’ <cite>Henry V.</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_66'>66</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Hussey, hussey</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Miss Hannah More’s laboured invectives.</em> Such as <cite>Thoughts on the Importance - of the Manners of the Great to General Society</cite> (1788) and <cite>An Estimate of the - Religion of the Fashionable World</cite> (1790). See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 154, for - another expression of Hazlitt’s belief in the disciplinary value of <cite>The Beggar’s - Opera</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. For further reference to Baron Grimm’s <cite>Correspondance</cite> (1812–14) see - <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 131, the essay ‘On the Literary Character.’ Claude Pierre Patu - (1729–1757) published <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><cite>Choix de pièces traduites de l’anglais</cite> (de Robert - Dodsley et John Gay)</span> in 1756. The collected works of Jean Joseph Vadé (1720–1757) were - published in 1775. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON PATRIOTISM—A FRAGMENT</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This fragment is taken from one of the ‘Illustrations of Vetus’ which appeared -originally in <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> and were republished in <cite>Political Essays</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_67'>67</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The love of mankind</em>‘, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Rousseau’s <cite>Emile</cite>, Liv. - <span class='fss'>IV.</span> p. 279 (edit. Garnier): a favourite quotation of Hazlitt’s. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON BEAUTY</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 29 of the Round Table series, and signed in <cite>The Examiner</cite>—‘An Amateur.’</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_68'>68</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Three Papers</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Reynolds’s papers in the <cite>Idler</cite> are - Nos. 76, 79, and 82. It is to the last, <cite>On the true idea of Beauty</cite>, that - Hazlitt particularly refers. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_427'>427</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_69'>69</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Spenser’s description of Belphœbe.</em> <cite>The Faerie Queene</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Canto iii. st. 21 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_70'>70</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Her full dark eyes</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The reference seems to be to - <cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Leiden des jungen Werthers</span></cite> (December 6). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_71'>71</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Pope’s translation.</em> Homer’s <cite>Odyssey</cite>, <span class='fss'>V.</span> - 56–67. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>A classical friend.</em> Leigh Hunt. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. ‘<em>That was Arion crown’d</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>The Faerie - Queene</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Canto xi. st. 23 and 24. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>A striking description.</em> Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in - France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 89). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>The idea is in ‘Don Quixote.’</em> Part <span class='fss'>II.</span> Chap, - xlviii. In <cite>The Examiner</cite> this note was concluded as follows: ‘Much the same - impression which the sight of the Queen of France made on Mr. Burke’s brain sixteen years - before the French Revolution, did the reading of the New Eloise make on mine at the - commencement of it. “Such is the stuff of which our dreams are made!”<a id='r103' /><a - href='#f103' class='c012'><sup>[103]</sup></a> This man (Burke), who - was a half poet and a half philosopher, has done more mischief than perhaps any other - person in the world. His understanding was not competent to the discovery of any truth, - but it was sufficient to palliate a lie; his reasons, of little weight in themselves, - thrown into the scale of power, were dreadful. Without genius to adorn the beautiful, he - had the art to throw a dazzling veil over the deformed and disgusting, and to strew the - flowers of imagination over the rotten carcase of corruption, not to prevent, but to - communicate the infection. His jealousy of Rousseau<a id='r104' /><a href='#f104' - class='c012'><sup>[104]</sup></a> was one chief cause of his - opposition to the French Revolution. The writings of the one had changed the institutions - of a kingdom; while the speeches of the other, with the intrigues of his whole party, had - changed nothing but the <em>turnspit of the King’s kitchen</em>.<a id='r105' /><a - href='#f105' class='c012'><sup>[105]</sup></a> He would have blotted - out the broad, pure light of Heaven, because it did not first shine in upon the narrow, - crooked passages of St. Stephen’s Chapel. The genius of Rousseau had levelled the towers - of the Bastile with the dust; our zealous reformist, who would rather be doing mischief - than nothing, tried therefore to patch them up again, by calling that loathsome dungeon - the King’s Castle, and by fulsome adulation of the virtues of a Court Strumpet. This man - had the impudence to say<a id='r106' /><a href='#f106' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[106]</sup></a> that an Elector of Hanover was raised to the throne of these - kingdoms, “in contempt of the will of the people,” while the hereditary successor was - still alive. He was at once a liar, a coward, and a slave; a liar to his own heart, a - coward to the success of his own cause, a slave to the power he despised. See his Letter - about the Duke of Bedford, in which the man gets the better of the sycophant, and he - belabours the Duke in good earnest. It is not a source of regret to reflect that he - closed his eyes on the ruin of liberty, which he had been the principal means of - effecting, and of his own projects, at the same time. He did not live to see that - deliverance of mankind, bound hand and foot into the absolute, lasting, inexorable power - of Kings and Priests, which the author of Joan of Arc<a id='r107' /><a href='#f107' - class='c012'><sup>[107]</sup></a> has so triumphantly celebrated. He - did not live to see the sending of the Liberales of Spain to the gallies, and the - liberating the Afrancesadoes from prison, for which our romantic Laureate, who sees so - much farther into futurity than the Edinburgh Reviewers,<a id='r108' /><a href='#f108' - class='c012'><sup>[108]</sup></a> thanks God. He did not live to read - that Sonnet<a id='r109' /><a href='#f109' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[109]</sup></a> to the King which Mr. Wordsworth has written, in imitation of - Milton’s Sonnet to Cromwell. There is a species of literary prostitution which has sprung - up and spread wide in these days, more nauseous and despicable than any recorded in - Juvenal. It proves, however, one thing, that is, the force which knowledge and opinion - have acquired, and which makes it worth while for power to court and pervert those - faculties which were intended to enlighten and reform the world, in order to plunge it - into a darkness that may be felt; and slavery, that can only cease by putting a stop to - the propagation of the species.’ Hazlitt used a part of this passage as a note to his - essay ‘On Good-Nature.’ See <em>post</em>, p. 105 note. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_428'>428</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_72'>72</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Burke</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See his <cite>Essay on the Sublime and - Beautiful</cite>, Part <span class='fss'>III.</span> Sect. xv. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Which describe pleasant motions.</em> ‘It has been conjectured that the pleasure - derived from visible form, might be always resolved into the absence of every thing - disagreeable to the touch or difficult in motion.’ Note by Hazlitt in <cite>The - Examiner</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>He hath set his bow</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Ecclesiasticus</cite>, xliii. 11, - 12. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Titian’s ‘Bath of Diana.’</em> <cite>Diana and Actaeon</cite>, now the property of - the Earl of Ellesmere, in Bridgewater House. Hazlitt described this picture at length in - his <cite>Sketches of the Principal Picture Galleries in England</cite> (The Marquis of - Stafford’s Gallery). - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON IMITATION</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 30 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_73'>73</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The new Spurzheim principles.</em> See Hazlitt’s essays ‘On Dreams’ and ‘On Dr. - Spurzheim’s Theory’ in <cite>The Plain Speaker</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_74'>74</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. <em>Vanhuysum.</em> Jan van Huysum (1682–1749). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_75'>75</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Pansy freak’d with jet.</em> <em>Lycidas</em>, l. 144. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_76'>76</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A pleasure in art</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘There is a pleasure in poetic pains,</div> - <div class='line'>Which only poets know.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>Cowper’s <cite>Task, The Timepiece</cite>, ll. 285–286.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Cf. <cite>Table Talk</cite> (‘On the Pleasure of Painting’): ‘There is a pleasure in - painting which none but painters know.’ The original of the expression seems to be - Dryden’s ‘There is a pleasure, sure, in being mad, which none but madmen know’ - (<cite>Spanish Friar</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 1). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Titian’s ‘Schoolmaster.’</em> For an account of this picture see Hazlitt’s - <cite>Sketches of the Principal Picture Galleries in England</cite> (the Marquis of - Stafford’s Gallery). - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON GUSTO</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 40 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_77'>77</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Albano’s.</em> Francesco Albani (1578–1660), a pupil of Ludovico Caracci. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_429'>429</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_78'>78</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>To touch them.</em> In <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt gives the following note to - this passage: ‘This may seem obscure. We will therefore avail ourselves of our privilege - to explain as Members of Parliament do, when they let fall any thing too paradoxical, - novel, or abstruse, to be immediately apprehended by the other side of the House. When - the Widow Wadman<a id='r110' /><a href='#f110' style='text-decoration: none; - '><sup>[110]</sup></a> looked over my Uncle Toby’s map of the Siege of Namur with him, - and as he pointed out the approaches of his battalion in a transverse line across the - plain to the gate of St. Nicholas, kept her hand constantly pressed against his, if my - Uncle Toby had then “been an artist and could paint,” (as Mr. Fox wished himself to be,<a - id='r111' /><a href='#f111' class='c012'><sup>[111]</sup></a> that “he - might draw Bonaparte’s conduct to the King of Prussia in the blackest colours”) my Uncle - Toby would have drawn the hand of his fair enemy in the manner we have above described. - We have heard a good story of this same Bonaparte playing off a very ludicrous parody of - the Widow Wadman’s stratagem upon as great a commander by sea as my Uncle Toby was by - land. Now, when Sir Isaac Newton, who was sitting smoking with his mistress’s hand in - his, took her little finger and made use of it as a tobacco-pipe stopper, there was here - a total absence of mind, or a great want of gusto.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. West.</em> Benjamin West (1738–1820), historical painter, succeeded Sir J. - Reynolds as President of the Royal Academy in 1792. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_80'>80</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Or where Chineses</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 438–439. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Wild above rule</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ib.</span></i> <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 297. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON PEDANTRY</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 32 of the Round Table series. See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 382, for a reference by Hazlitt -to this essay.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_80'>80</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The pedantry of Parson Adams.</em> See <cite>Joseph Andrews</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Chap. v. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Scotch Pedagogue.</em> <em>Roderick Random</em>, Chap. xiv. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Seeing ourselves</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Burns, <em>To a Louse</em>, st. 8. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_81'>81</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Monsieur Jourdain.</em> In <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme</span></cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. ‘<em>Not to admire anything.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Nil admirari, prope res est una, Numici,</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Solaque, quæ possit facere et servare beatum.</span>’—Horace, Ep. <span class='fss'>I.</span> vi. <span class='fss'>I.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_82'>82</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>In the Library</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> At his father’s house at Wem. See - <cite>Memoirs of William Hazlitt</cite>, i. 33. The <cite><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Bibliotheca Fratrum - Polonorum</span></cite>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i>, was published in eight volumes folio, 1656. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>From all this world’s</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> ‘From worldly cares himselfe he did - esloyne.’ <cite>The Faerie Queene</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>I.</span> Canto iv. st. - 20. In <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt published the following note: ‘Mr. Wordsworth - has on a late occasion humorously applied this line of Spenser to persons holding - sinecure places under government. He seems to intend adding to the list of such places - that of Poet Laureate. This we think a decided improvement on the system.’ The reference - is to Wordsworth’s sonnet, ‘Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo,’ beginning ‘The bard - whose soul is meek as dawning day.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_83'>83</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Mitigated authors</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> ‘It was this opinion which mitigated - kings into companions, and raised private men to be fellows with kings. Without force, or - opposition, it subdued the fierceness of pride and power; it obliged sovereigns to submit - to the soft collar of social esteem,’ etc. Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in - France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 90). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Spectator.</cite> See <cite>The Spectator</cite>, No. 131. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_430'>430</span> - <h4 class='c022'>THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>No. 33 the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_84'>84</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>A poetical enthusiast.</em> Wordsworth presumably. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>A clerk ther was</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Canterbury Tales</cite>, Prologue, - ll. 285 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_85'>85</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Chemist, statesman</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Dryden’s <cite>Absalom and - Achitophel</cite>, l. 550. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Tongues in the trees</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>As You Like It</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_86'>86</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Vestris was so far right</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Vestris (1729–1808), ‘<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Le Dieu - de la danse</span>,’ said that Europe contained only three great men, himself, Voltaire, and - Frederick of Prussia. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>We do not see</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Johnson and Wordsworth were of the opposite - opinion. See Boswell’s <cite>Life</cite>, ed. G. B. Hill, iv. 114, and Rogers’s - <cite>Table-Talk</cite>, p. 234. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_87'>87</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>In Froissart’s ‘Chronicles.’</em> Book <span class='fss'>IV.</span> chapter 14 - (<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Panthéon Litteraire</span>). The man was not a monk at all. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_88'>88</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The sovereign’st thing on earth.</em>’ <cite>1 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Uneasy and insecure.</em> In <cite>The Examiner</cite> the following note is - appended: ‘It has been found necessary to cement them with blood. “Plus de belles - paroles, messieurs, je veux du sang,” is the language of all absolute sovereigns to their - subjects, when the film drops from their eyes which leads mankind to suppose themselves - the property of tyrants. If men are to be treated like slaves, it is best that they - should think themselves born to be so. <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Plus de belles paroles.</span></i> The French - Revolution was the necessary consequence of our English Revolution and of the - Reformation. A crusade once more to re-establish the infallibility of the Pope all over - the Continent would be a logical inference from the late crusade to restore divine right.’ - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE CHARACTER OF ROUSSEAU</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 36 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_89'>89</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. In <cite>The Examiner</cite> this note was continued as follows: ‘He was the - founder of Jacobinism, which disclaims the division of the species into two classes, the - one the property of the others. It was of the disciples of <em>his</em> school, where - principle is converted into passion, that Mr. Burke said and said truly,—“Once a Jacobin, - and always a Jacobin!” The adept in this school does not so much consider the political - injury as the personal insult. This is the way to put the case, to set the true - revolutionary leaven, the self-love which is at the bottom of every heart, at work, and - this was the way in which Rousseau put it. It then becomes a question between man and - man, which there is but one way of deciding.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_90'>90</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Va Zanetto</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Part <span class='fss'>II.</span> liv. 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Louise Eleonore</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Part <span class='fss'>I.</span> liv. 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_91'>91</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>As fast</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>There are, indeed, impressions</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> A quotation from Rousseau’s - <cite>Confessions</cite>. See Hazlitt’s essay entitled ‘My first Acquaintance with Poets.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_92'>92</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Ah, voila de la pervenche!</span></i>’ <cite>Confessions</cite>, Part <span - class='fss'>I.</span> liv. 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Wordsworth’s discovery.</em> The reference appears to be to Wordsworth’s poem, - ‘The Sparrow’s Nest.’ - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_431'>431</span> - <h4 class='c022'>ON DIFFERENT SORTS OF FAME</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>No. 37 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_93'>93</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>Fitzosborne’s Letters</cite>, by William Melmoth the younger (1710–1799), were - published in two vols. in 1742–1747. Hazlitt’s quotation seems to be merely a summary of - a passage in Letter <span class='fss'>X.</span> (p. 35, edit. 1748) which is itself - quoted from Wollaston’s <cite>Religion of Nature Delineated</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>Burns.</em> See his autobiographical letter to Dr. John Moore, 2nd August 1787. - (<cite>Works</cite>, ed. Chambers and Wallace, i. 20). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_94'>94</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Bitter bad judges.</em>’ <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Makes ambition virtue.</em>’ <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> - Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson.</em> See his Life of Milton (<cite>Works</cite>, vii. 108). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Fame is the spur</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <em>Lycidas</em>, ll. 70–77. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Pluck its fruits, unripe and crude.</em> <em>Lycidas</em>, l. 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_95'>95</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Hogarth’s ‘Distressed Poet.’</em> The map of the gold-mines of Peru was substituted - in the impression of 1740 for a print of Pope thrashing Curll in the original impression - of 1736. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A man of genius and eloquence.</em> Coleridge presumably. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_96'>96</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Elphinstone.</em> James Elphinston (1721–1809), who superintended an Edinburgh - edition of <cite>The Rambler</cite>, in which he gave English translations of most of the - mottoes. This, however, was far from being his only literary enterprise, and it is - strange that Hazlitt should ‘know nothing more of him.’ He published many translations, - one of which, <cite>A Specimen of the Translations of Epigrams of Martial</cite> (1778), - achieved notoriety from its extreme badness. In his later life he devoted himself to the - invention of a kind of phonetic spelling, which he explained in <cite>Propriety - ascertained in her Picture, or English Speech and Spelling under Mutual Guides</cite> - (1787), and other works. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Yorick and the Frenchman.</em> Sterne’s <cite>Sentimental Journey</cite>. The - Passport. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>CHARACTER OF JOHN BULL</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 39 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_97'>97</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>A respectable publication.</em> <cite>Edinburgh Review</cite>, xxvi. p. 96 (Feb. - 1816). The passage quoted is from a review by Hazlitt himself of Schlegel’s - <cite>Lectures on Dramatic Literature</cite>. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON GOOD NATURE</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 41 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_100'>100</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Says Froissart.</em> This well-known saying is wrongly attributed to Froissart. See - <cite>Notes and Queries</cite> for 1863 and subsequent years. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_102'>102</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>An Englishman, who would be thought a profound one.</em> Wordsworth. See p. 116. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_103'>103</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Forge the seal of the realm</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The allusion seems to be to the - events of the spring of 1804 when Lord Eldon, during the king’s illness, affixed the - great seal to a commission giving the royal assent to certain bills. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_104'>104</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Good digestion wait on appetite.</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><span class='pageno' id='Page_432'>432</span><em>Without control.</em> In <cite>The Examiner</cite> Hazlitt appended as a note: - ‘Henry <span class='fss'>VIII.</span> was a good-natured monarch. He cut off his wives’ - heads with as little ceremony as if they had been eels. This character ought, as Mr. - Cobbett says, to be hooted off the stage, as a disgrace to human nature. Shakspeare - represented kings as they were in his time.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_104'>104</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Vansittart.</em> Nicholas Vansittart (1766–1851), created Baron Bexley in 1823, - was Chancellor of the Exchequer from 1812 till 1822. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Everything by starts and nothing long.</em> <cite>Absalom and Achitophel</cite>, Part - <span class='fss'>I.</span> l. 548. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_105'>105</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. This note is part of the note on Burke, which in <cite>The Examiner</cite> appeared - at the foot of the essay ‘On Beauty.’ See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 71. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE CHARACTER OF MILTON’S EVE</h4> - -<p class='c011'>No. 42 of the Round Table series, with occasional passages from No. 43, on -Shakspeare’s female characters, the substance of which was published in <cite>Characters -of Shakespear’s Plays</cite> (<cite>Cymbeline</cite>, <cite>Othello</cite>, and <cite>Winter’s Tale</cite>).</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_105'>105</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>As the vine curls her tendrils.</em>’ <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 307. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_106'>106</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Two of far nobler shape</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 288–311. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_107'>107</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>That day I oft remember</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 449–465. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>So spake our general mother</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, - <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 492–501. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>So much the more</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 8–20. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_108'>108</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>When Adam thus to Eve</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 610–611. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>To whom thus Eve</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 634. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>To whom our general ancestor</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, - <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 659–660. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Methought close at mine ear</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, - <span class='fss'>V.</span> 35–47. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>So talked the spirited sly snake.</em>’ <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IX.</span> 613. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>So cheered he his fair spouse</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, - <span class='fss'>V.</span> 129–135. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_109'>109</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Under his forming hands</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>VIII.</span> 470–477. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>In shadier bower</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 705–719. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Meanwhile at table Eve</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 443–450. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_110'>110</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Yet not more sweet</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Southey’s <cite>Carmen Nuptiale</cite>, - Proem, stanza 18. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>O unexpected stroke</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>XI.</span> 268–285. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_111'>111</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>This most afflicts me</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>XI.</span> 315–333. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>OBSERVATIONS ON MR. WORDSWORTH’S POEM ‘THE EXCURSION’</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay is composed of two papers by Hazlitt which appeared in <cite>The Examiner</cite> -on August 21 and August 28, 1814.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_112'>112</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Without form and void.</em>’ <cite>Genesis</cite>, i. 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_113'>113</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The bare trees and mountains bare.</em>’ Wordsworth, ‘To my Sister.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Exchange the shepherd’s flock.</em>’ <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>VI.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_114'>114</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The sad historian of the pensive vale.</em>’ Goldsmith’s <cite>The Deserted - Village</cite>, l. 136. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Our system is not fashioned</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book - <span class='fss'>VI.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Such as the meeting soul may pierce.</em>’ <cite><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">L’Allegro</span></cite>, l. 138. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>In that fair clime</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_433'>433</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_115'>115</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Now shall our great discoverers obtain</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> - <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>IV.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_116'>116</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Poor gentleman</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Wycherley’s <cite>Love in a Wood</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Dull.</em> Wordsworth speaks of <cite>Candide</cite> as ‘this dull product of a - scoffer’s pen’ (<cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>II.</span>) and refers to - it again in Book <span class='fss'>IV.</span>:— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'>‘Him I mean</div> - <div class='line'>Who penned, to ridicule confiding faith,</div> - <div class='line'>This sorry Legend.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 102. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_117'>117</a>.</dt> - <dd><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><em>Tout homme reflechi</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Cf. ‘J’ose presque assurer que - l’état de réflexion est un état contre nature, et que l’homme qui médite est un animal - dépravé.’ Rousseau’s <cite>Discours sur l’origine de l’inégalité parmi les hommes</cite> - (édit. Firmin-Didot, p. 52).</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>From that abstraction I was roused</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Excursion</cite>, - Book <span class='fss'>III.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_118'>118</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>For that other loss</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_119'>119</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>What though the radiance</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Intimations of - Immortality</cite>, stanza 10. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED</h4> - -<p class='c011'>From <cite>The Examiner</cite>, October 2, 1814.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_120'>120</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>With glistering spires</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 550. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The great vision of the guarded mount.</em>’ <em>Lycidas</em>, l. 161. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_121'>121</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A sudden illness</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>VI.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_123'>123</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Aristotle observed.</em> In <cite>The Poetics</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Bells or Lancaster’s.</em> Andrew Bell (1753–1832) founder of the Madras system of - education, and Joseph Lancaster (1770–1838). For an account of these two rival reformers - of education see Leslie Stephen’s <cite>The English Utilitarians</cite>, <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 17–19. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Guzman d’Alfarache.</em> Hazlitt discussed this novel by Mateo Aleman, published in - 1599, in his <cite>English Comic Writers</cite> (Lecture on the English Novelists). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A discipline of humanity.</em> Bacon’s <cite>Essays</cite>, ‘Of Marriage and Single - Life.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_124'>124</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Whig and Jacobite friends.</cite> <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>VI.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Sir Alfred Irthing.</em> <cite>Excursion</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>VII.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Have proved a monument.</em>’ From the sonnet in which Wordsworth dedicated - <cite>The Excursion</cite> to Lord Lonsdale. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>CHARACTER OF THE LATE MR. PITT</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This ‘character’ originally appeared in <cite>Free Thoughts on Public Affairs</cite>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -(1806). It must have been a favourite with the author, for he afterwards reprinted -it in <cite>The Eloquence of the British Senate</cite>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> (1807), in <cite>The Round Table</cite> (1817), and -in <cite>Political Essays</cite> (1819). It also appeared in the posthumous <cite>Winterslow</cite> -(1839). See note on p. 383, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_127'>127</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>They had learned the trick</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Hobbes’s <cite>Behemoth</cite> - (<cite>Works</cite>, ed. Molesworth, vi. 240). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_128'>128</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Not matchless</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>VI.</span> 341–2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And in its liquid texture</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>VI.</span> 148–149. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_434'>434</span> - <h4 class='c022'>ON RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>From <cite>The Examiner</cite>, October 9, 1814, ‘Common-places,’ No. 1.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_129'>129</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>But ’tis not so above.</em>’ Hamlet, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Compelled to give in evidence</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ibid.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_130'>130</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Open and apparent shame.</em>’ <cite>1 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_131'>131</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Elymas the sorcerer.</em> See <cite>Sketches of the Principal Picture Galleries in - England</cite> (the Pictures at Hampton Court) where Hazlitt describes this cartoon. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE LITERARY CHARACTER</h4> - -<p class='c011'>Reprinted with some omissions from a letter which appeared in <cite>The Morning -Chronicle</cite> for October 28, 1813, entitled ‘Baron Grimm and the Edinburgh -Reviewers.’</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_131'>131</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>A late number</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Edinburgh Review</cite>, vol. xxi. July - 1813. The <cite>Correspondance</cite> of Friedrich Melchior, Baron Grimm (1723–1807) was - published in 1812–14. The article in the <cite>Edinburgh</cite> is by Jeffrey. Hazlitt, - in <cite>The Examiner</cite>, quotes from it at greater length, and proceeds: ‘These - remarks, however shrewd and ingenious in themselves, are somewhat irrelevant to the - literary and philosophical character of Mr. Grimm and his friends. There seems to have - been an odd transposition of ideas in the writer’s mind; for the whole of his reasoning - relates to the manners of fashionable life, or the tendency of mixed and agreeable - society in general, to produce levity and insensibility, and does not at all apply to the - peculiar defects of the literary character, or account for that hard-heartedness, which - Mr. Burke attributes, by way of emphasis, to the <em>thorough-bred metaphysician</em>.<a - id='r112' /><a href='#f112' class='c012'><sup>[112]</sup></a> The two - characters are evidently distinct, and proceed from very different and even opposite - causes, which ought not to have been confounded. It would have been a task worthy of the - Edinburgh Reviewers to have pointed out the sources of each, and to have shewn how both - appear to have united in the present instance with the natural levity of the French - character, to produce that “faultless monster which the world ne’er saw” before.<a - id='r113' /><a href='#f113' class='c012'><sup>[113]</sup></a> Much is - undoubtedly to be given to accidental and local circumstances. Boswell’s Life of Johnson - presents a very different picture of men and manners from Grimm’s Memoirs, though in the - circle described by the former there were men who at least rivalled M. Grimm in - literature, and in politeness and knowledge of mankind might vie with Baron d’Holbach. - The profligacy of the French court, and the mummeries of the established religion might - naturally produce an almost satiric license and impudence among the enlightened partisans - of the new order of things, and lead them to regard all religion as a barefaced cheat, - and every pretension to virtue as hypocrisy. The peculiar intelligible features of the - philosophical and literary character are, however, stamped on every page of M. Grimm’s - correspondence; and as they do not seem to have been very well distinguished by the - Reviewer, I shall venture to throw out a few hints on the subject, in the hope that they - may be taken up and embodied in an authentic form in some future supplementary volume.’ -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_435'>435</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_133'>133</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Multiplicity of persons and things.</em> Hazlitt quotes with characteristic - inaccuracy the <cite>Edinburgh</cite> article on Grimm (see p. 131). A few lines further - on he speaks of a ‘<em>succession</em> of persons and things.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Rocks of Meillerie.</em> <cite>La Nouvelle Héloïse</cite>, Part <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 17. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_135'>135</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Shandy.</em> <cite>Tristram Shandy</cite>, <span class='fss'>V.</span> Chap, - iii., where Sterne tells the story of Cicero and his daughter referred to in the text. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Hæret lateri</span></i>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Virgil, <cite>Aeneid</cite>, <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 73. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Clad in flesh and blood.</em>’ From Burke, <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in - France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 101). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The ghosts of Homer’s heroes.</em> <cite>Odyssey</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>XI.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Play round the head, but never reach the heart.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘All fame is foreign, but of true desert;</div> - <div class='line'>Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in30'>Pope’s <cite>Essay on Man</cite>, <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 254.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Hazlitt’s letter in <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> concluded as follows: ‘There is - another very striking distinction between the indifference and insensibility to moral - good and evil, to be met with in the philosopher or the man of the world, which the - Reviewer has not pointed out. In the one, it is the effect of “frivolity, dissipation, - and familiarity with vice”; in the other, it is oftener the effect of disappointed hope - and early enthusiasm. The aversion of the philosopher to moral speculations has almost - always the same source as the exclamation of Brutus, “Oh Virtue! I embraced thee as a - substance, and I find thou art a shadow!” There is hardly any one of the persons who - figure in these memoirs who did not set out with some panacea for the salvation of - mankind, with as much sanguine extravagance as ever knight-errants indulged to conquer - giants and rescue distressed damsels. The wounds received in the conflict might close, - but the scar would remain. Indeed, the practical knowledge of vice and misery makes a - stronger impression on the mind, when it has once imbibed a habit of abstract reasoning. - Evil thus becomes embodied in a general principle, and shews its happy form in all - things. It is a fatal, inevitable necessity hanging over us. It follows us wherever we - go—if we fly into the uttermost parts of the earth, it is there; whether we turn to the - right or the left, we cannot escape from it. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘This, it is true, is the disease of philosophy; but it is one to which it is liable in - minds of a certain cast, after the first ardour of expectation has been disabused by - experience, and the finer feelings have received an irrecoverable shock from the jarring - of the world. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘There seems a peculiar tenaciousness in the French character in this respect, an - unfortunate aptitude to cling to every vice and catch at every folly, or else a want of - freshness of feeling, of that elastic force about the heart which repels the approach of - moral or intellectual depravity. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘What is said of the tone of the literary society of Paris, is equally misunderstood. The - Reviewers hardly mean to represent the exclusion of tediousness and pertinacious - wrangling, as the general character of assemblies of wits, and philosophers in all ages - and nations. If so, their opinion differs from that of the Sage. The fact is, that the - men of letters at this period, by mixing in the fashionable circles, took the tone of - good company, as the people of fashion, by their familiarity with men of letters, - received the tincture of philosophy. The two characters were blended together in real - life, and are confounded in the Edinburgh Review.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_135'>135</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. <cite>Plato’s Cave.</cite> <cite>Republic</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>VII.</span> - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_436'>436</span> - <h4 class='c022'>ON COMMON-PLACE CRITICS</h4> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>No. 47 of the Round Table series.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_136'>136</a>.</dt> - <dd><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><em>Tout homme réfléchi</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i></span> See note to p. 117. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive.</em>’ Dryden, <cite>The Hind and - the Panther</cite>, Part <span class='fss'>I.</span> l. 315. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>We have already.</em> In a paper (by Leigh Hunt) <cite>On Commonplace People</cite> - (<cite>Examiner</cite>, March 19, 1815). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_138'>138</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The music which has been since introduced</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The famous ‘Macbeth - music’ written for D’Avenant’s version produced, according to Genest, in 1672. This - music, traditionally assigned to Matthew Locke, is now attributed to Purcell. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_139'>139</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Westall’s drawings.</em> Richard Westall (1765–1836). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Horne Tooke’s account</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See <cite>The Diversions of - Purley</cite> and Hazlitt’s essay on Horne Tooke in <cite>The Spirit of the Age</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>For true no-meaning puzzles more than wit.</em>’ Pope’s <cite>Moral Essays</cite>, - <span class='fss'>II.</span> 114. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The new Schools for all.</em> For the famous educational schemes of Andrew Bell and - Joseph Lancaster and for Bentham’s <cite>Panopticon</cite>, see Leslie Stephen’s - <cite>English Utilitarians</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Penitentiary.</cite> Millbank Prison, formerly known as the Penitentiary, was - the ultimate result of Bentham’s <cite>Panopticon</cite> scheme and was opened in 1816. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The new Bedlam.</em> The new Bedlam Hospital was opened in 1815. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The new steamboats.</em> The first steamboat had been launched on the Clyde in 1812. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The gaslights.</em> The Chartered Gas Company obtained its Act of Parliament in 1810. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Bible Society.</cite> The British and Foreign Bible Society was established in - 1804. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Society for the Suppression of Vice.</cite> See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, note to p. - 60. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON THE CATALOGUE RAISONNÉ OF THE BRITISH INSTITUTION</h4> - -<p class='c011'>These two papers are taken (with considerable variations) from the two last of -three ‘Literary Notices,’ dealing with the Catalogue, which Hazlitt contributed to -<cite>The Examiner</cite> on Nov. 3, Nov. 10, and Nov. 17, 1816. The first of these -‘Literary Notices’ was never republished by Hazlitt. All three were republished -in their <cite>Examiner</cite> form in the second volume of <cite>Criticisms on Art</cite>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> (2 vols., -1843–44), edited by the author’s son, who omitted from his edition of <cite>The -Round Table</cite> the two essays in the present text. All three essays will be included -in a later volume of the present edition.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_140'>140</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Our former remarks.</em> In <cite>The Examiner</cite>, Nov. 3, 1816. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_141'>141</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Prince Regent’s new sewer.</cite> Presumably the Regent’s Canal, part of which - was opened in 1814. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_142'>142</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The scale by which</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>VIII.</span> 591. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mrs. Peachum’s coloured handkerchiefs.</em> <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>, Act 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_143'>143</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A name great above all names.</em>’ <cite>Philippians</cite>, ii. 9. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_437'>437</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_143'>143</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Payne Knight.</em> Richard Payne Knight gave evidence in 1816 before a Select - Committee of the House of Commons upon the value of the Elgin Marbles. He placed them in - the second rank of art, and valued them at £25,000. They were bought by the nation for - £35,000. Haydon the artist wrote a long letter to <cite>The Examiner</cite> (March 17, - 1816) on the subject, entitled ‘On the Judgment of Connoisseurs being preferred to that - of Professional Men, Elgin Marbles, etc.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_144'>144</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Soane.</em> John Soane (1753–1837), knighted in 1831. His house and its contents, - presented by him to the nation in 1833, now form the Soane Museum. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>With riches fineless.</em>’ <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> - Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Beastly; subtle as the fox</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Cymbeline</cite>, Act. - <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The link</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>It is many years ago</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Apparently, says Mr. W. C. Hazlitt, - about 1798, at St. Neot’s, Huntingdonshire. See <cite>The English Comic Writers</cite>, - where this passage is repeated in the Lecture on the Works of Hogarth. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_145'>145</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>How were we then uplifted.</em>’ <cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Temples not made with hands</em>‘, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Acts</cite>, vii. 48. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>E. O. Tables.</cite> A new game introduced shortly before 1782, when a Bill was - brought in prohibiting it under severe penalties. The Bill was lost in the House of - Lords. See <cite>Parl. Hist.</cite>, vol. xxiii. pp. 110–113. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Cutpurses of the art</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,</div> - <div class='line'>That from a shelf the precious diadem stole</div> - <div class='line'>And put it in his pocket!’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'><cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_146'>146</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>That a great man’s memory</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Their late President.</em> Sir Joshua Reynolds. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_147'>147</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Feel the future in the instant.</em>’ <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_148'>148</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Depend upon it</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> This letter was not avowed by Burke, but was - attributed to him by Barry himself and by Sir James Prior in his <cite>Life of - Burke</cite>, (Bohn, p. 227). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_149'>149</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Playing at will</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>‘——and played at will</div> - <div class='line'>Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'><cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, v. 294–296.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Highmore</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Joseph Highmore (1692–1780); Francis Hayman - (1708–1776), one of the founders of the Royal Academy; Thomas Hudson (1701–1779), - portrait painter; Sir Godfrey Kneller (1646–1723). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Like flowers in men’s caps</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Hoppner</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> John Hoppner (1758–1810), the portrait painter; John - Opie (1761–1807); Sir Martin Archer Shee (1769–1850), President of the Royal Academy from - 1830 to 1845; Philip James Loutherbourg (1740–1812), scene painter to Garrick; John - Francis Rigaud (1742–1810); George Romney (1734–1802). Alderman John Boydell’s - (1719–1804) famous Shakespeare Gallery comprised one hundred and seventy pictures. The - engravings were published in 1802. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_438'>438</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_150'>150</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Gone to the vault</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> A favourite quotation of Burke’s from the - lines in Shakespeare:— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>‘To that same ancient vault</div> - <div class='line'>Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 1.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The picture ... of Charles I.</em> In Hazlitt’s time this picture was at Blenheim, - and he referred to it in his <cite>Sketches of the Principal Picture Galleries in - England</cite> (Pictures at Oxford and Blenheim). It was bought by Parliament from the - Duke of Marlborough in 1885, and is now in the National Gallery. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Waterloo Exhibition.</cite> The Waterloo Museum in Pall Mall ‘which now - (according to the advertisement) presents to public view upwards of 1000 mementos of the - late extraordinary events upon the Continent.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>From this time forth</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The English are a shopkeeping nation.</cite> Hazlitt probably refers to the - exclamation of Barère said to have been repeated by Napoleon. The expression seems to - have been first used by Dean Tucker of Gloucester in a <em>Tract</em> of 1766. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Balm of hurt minds</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_151'>151</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Smoothing the raven down</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Comus</cite>, 251–252. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON POETICAL VERSATILITY</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This fragment is taken from the third of a series of four ‘Illustrations of the -Times Newspaper,’ which Hazlitt contributed to <cite>The Examiner</cite> under the heading -of ‘Literary Notices.’ The first of these four papers (Dec. 1, 1816) has not been -republished; the other three, dated respectively December 15, 1816, December 22, -1816, and January 12, 1817, were published in <cite>Political Essays</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_151'>151</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Heaven’s own tinct.</em>’ <cite>Cymbeline</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> - Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Being so majestical</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_152'>152</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Poets, it has been said.</em> See <cite>Political Essays</cite> (Mr. Southey’s New - Year’s Ode). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>They do not like</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The reference is to Southey, Poet Laureate, - and Wordsworth, distributor of stamps for the county of Westmoreland. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ON ACTORS AND ACTING</h4> - -<p class='c011'>This essay and the next are based upon the last (No. 48) of the Round Table -series, which appeared in <cite>The Examiner</cite> for Jan. 5, 1817. Hazlitt has, however, -interpolated into both essays various passages from former theatrical criticisms. -The paper in the <cite>Round Table</cite> appears to have been inspired by Colley Cibber’s -<cite>Apology for his Life</cite>. A general reference may here be made to that work, to the -volume in the present edition containing Hazlitt’s dramatic criticisms, and to -Lamb’s and Leigh Hunt’s essays on the stage.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_153'>153</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The abstracts</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_154'>154</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>George Barnwell.</cite> By George Lillo (1693–1739), produced at Drury Lane Theatre - on June 22, 1731. The play was frequently revived, and was in some places acted annually - as a moral lesson to apprentices. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Inconstant.</cite> Farquhar’s comedy (1702). <em>Orinda</em> should be - <em>Oriana</em>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Liston.</em> John Liston (1776?-1846),the comic actor, who made his first - appearance in 1805 and retired in 1837. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_439'>439</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_155'>155</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Sir George Etherege</em> (1635?-1691), the dramatist. See <cite>English Comic - Writers</cite>, where a part of this passage is repeated. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>John Kemble.</em> John Philip Kemble (1757–1823). Hazlitt wrote an account of his - retirement from the stage, which took place at Covent Garden on June 23, 1817. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Pierre.</em> In Otway’s <cite>Venice Preserved</cite> (1682), ‘one of the happiest - and most spirited of all Mr. Kemble’s performances’ (<cite>A View of the English - Stage</cite>). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Stranger.</cite> Benjamin Thompson’s (1776?-1816) play, ‘The Stranger,’ - translated from Kotzebue, was produced in 1798, Kemble playing the title-rôle. See - Hazlitt’s essay on ‘Mr. Kemble’s Retirement.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>A tale of other times.</em>’ ‘A tale of the times of old!’ the opening words of - Macpherson’s <cite>Ossian</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>One of the most affecting things</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> This paragraph is taken from - a ‘Theatrical Examiner’ (June 4, 1815) on the retirement of John Bannister (1760–1836) - from the stage. For Bannister and Richard Suett (1755–1805) see Hazlitt’s essay ‘On - Play-Going and on Some of our old Actors,’ and Lamb’s ‘On Some of the old Actors.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Prize.</cite> By Prince Hoare (1755–1834), originally produced in 1793. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mrs. Storace.</em> Anna Selina Storace or Storache (1766–1817), the singer and - actress, played in ‘The Prize’ in 1793. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>My Grandmother.</em> By Prince Hoare, produced in 1793. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Son-in-Law.</cite> A comic opera by John O’Keeffe (1747–1833), produced in 1779. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Scrub.</em> In <cite>The Beaux’ Stratagem</cite> of Farquhar. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Thomas King (1730–1805), the original Sir Peter Teazle; William Parsons (1736–1795); - James William Dodd (1740–1796); John Quick (1748–1831), who made his last appearance in - 1813; and John Edwin the elder (1749–1790). See Hazlitt’s essay ‘On Play-Going and Some - of our old Actors.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_156'>156</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>All the world’s a stage</em>’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>As You Like It</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 7. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED</h4> - -<p class='c011'>A large part of the first paragraph of this essay appeared originally in a notice of -Kean’s Sir Giles Overreach (‘Theatrical Examiner,’ Jan. 14, 1816). See <cite>A View -of the English Stage</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_156'>156</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Leaving the world no copy.</em>’ <cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Colley Cibber’s account.</em> See Chap. iv. of Cibber’s <cite>Apology</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Miss O’Neill.</em> Eliza O’Neill (1791–1872) made her last appearance on the stage on - July 13, 1819, shortly before her marriage with Mr. Becher, who afterwards became a - baronet. Hazlitt in an article on her retirement (see <cite>A View of the English - Stage</cite>) said that ‘her excellence (unrivalled by any actress since Mrs. Siddons) - consisted in truth of nature and force of passion.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mrs. Siddons.</em> Sarah Siddons (1755–1831) appeared without success in London in - 1775 and 1776, gained a great reputation in Manchester and Bath, and reappeared in London - on October 10, 1782 in Garrick’s <cite>Isabella</cite>, a version of Southerne’s - <cite>Fatal Marriage</cite>. After a long series of triumphs she made her farewell - appearance on June 29, 1812, as Lady Macbeth. Hazlitt’s notices of her are confined to - two of the occasional benefit performances which she gave before she finally retired in - June 1819. See <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite> (June 15, 1816, and June 7, 1817). -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_440'>440</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_157'>157</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>We have seen what a ferment</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See the essays above, ‘On the - Catalogue Raisonné of the British Institution.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Betterton</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Thomas Betterton (1635?-1710); Barton Booth - (1681–1733); Robert Wilks (1665?-1732); Samuel Sandford, a well-known actor on the - Restoration stage, who died early in the eighteenth century; James Nokes (<em>d.</em> - 1692); Anthony Leigh (<em>d.</em> 1692); William Pinkethman (<em>d.</em> 1724); William - Bullock (<em>d.</em> 1740?); Richard Estcourt (1668–1712); Thomas Dogget (<em>d.</em> - 1721): Elizabeth Barry (1658–1713); Susanna Mountfort, the daughter of William Mountfort, - the actor and dramatist, who was murdered by Captain Hill and Lord Mohun in 1692; Anne - Oldfield (1683–1730); Anne Bracegirdle (1663?-1748), who retired from the stage in 1707 - after being defeated in a competition with Mrs. Oldfield; Susannah Maria Cibber - (1714–1766), sister of Arne the composer, and wife of Theophilus Cibber, famous first as - a singer (especially of Handel’s music), and later as an actress of tragedy. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Cibber himself.</em> Colley Cibber (1671–1757), actor and dramatist, Poet Laureate - from 1730 till his death. For a very entertaining account of himself and of nearly all - the well-known actors and actresses whose names appear in the preceding note see his - <cite>Apology for his Life</cite> (1740). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Macklin</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Charles Macklin (1697?-1797), actor and dramatist, - whose great part was Shylock; James Quin (1693–1766); John Rich (1682–1761), the - originator of pantomime in England (his name is substituted by Hazlitt for that of Peg - Woffington, which appeared in the original <cite>Round Table</cite> paper); Catherine or - Kitty Clive (1711–1785), whose acting and ‘sprightliness of humour’ were admired by Dr. - Johnson, and Hannah Pritchard (1711–1768), who created the part of Irene in Johnson’s - play, and Frances Abington (1737–1815), well-known members of Garrick’s company; Thomas - Weston (1737–1776), and Edward Shuter (1728–1776), two of the best comic actors of their - time. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Gladdened life</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> A composite quotation from Johnson’s - well-known reference to Garrick (<cite>Lives of the Poets</cite>, Edmund Smith). See - Boswell’s <cite>Life of Johnson</cite>, ed. G. B. Hill, iii. 387. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Our hundred days.</em> The reference is a characteristic one to Buonaparte’s hundred - days in Europe in 1815. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Betterton’s Hamlet or his Brutus</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Colley Cibber - (<cite>Apology</cite>, Chap, iv.) refers particularly to these two impersonations, - describes (Chap. xiv.) Booth’s performance of Cato in 1713, and specially eulogises Mrs. - Barry’s Monimia and Belvidera in Otway’s plays, <cite>The Orphan</cite> and <em>Venice - Preserved</em>. (Chap. v.). See Hazlitt’s lecture ‘On the Spirit of Ancient and Modern - Literature’ in his <cite>Lectures on the Literature of the Age of Elizabeth</cite> for a - criticism of these plays. He saw and reviewed Miss O’Neill’s performances in both these - characters. See <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Penkethman’s manner</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 188. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Dowton.</em> Hazlitt spoke of William Dowton (1764–1851) as ‘a genuine and excellent - comedian’ (‘On Play-Going and on Some of the old Actors’). There are frequent notices of - him in <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite>. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_441'>441</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_157'>157</a>.</dt> - <dd>Note. <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Marriage à la mode.</span></cite> By Dryden, first produced in 1672. In - <cite>The Examiner</cite> this note forms part of the text. At the end of the passage - quoted Hazlitt proceeds: ‘The whole of Colley Cibber’s work is very amusing to a dramatic - amateur. It gives an interesting account of the progress of the stage, which in his time - appears to have been in a state <em>militant</em>. Two actors, <em>Kynaston</em> and - <em>Montfort</em> were run through the body in disputes with gentlemen, with impunity; - and the Master of the Revels arrested any of the two companies who was refractory to the - managers, at his pleasure. <em>Dogget</em> was brought up in this manner from Norwich, by - two constables: but <em>Dogget</em> being a whig, and a surly fellow, got a - <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Habeas Corpus</span></i>, and the Master of the Revels was driven from the field.’ - Edward Kynaston (1640–1706) was beaten more than once at the instance of Sir Charles - Sedley whom he impersonated on the stage. For the story of the Lord Chamberlain and - Dogget, see Cibber’s <cite>Apology</cite> (Chap. x.). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_158'>158</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Sir Harry Wildair.</em> Farquhar’s <cite>Sir Harry Wildair</cite>, a continuation of - <cite>The Constant Couple</cite>, was produced in 1701. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<cite>The Jew that Shakespeare drew.</cite>’ This is an exclamation (attributed to Pope) - overheard at one of Macklin’s representations of Shylock. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>As often as we are pleased.</em> The following passage from <cite>The Examiner</cite> - is omitted by Hazlitt: ‘We have no curiosity about things or persons that we never heard - of. Mr. Coleridge professes in his Lay Sermon to have discovered a new faculty, by which - he can divine the future. This is lucky for himself and his friends, who seem to have - lost all recollection of the past.’ Hazlitt here refers to <cite>The Statesman’s Manual; - or, The Bible the best guide to political skill and foresight: A Lay Sermon, addressed to - the Higher Classes of Society</cite> (1816), known as the first Lay Sermon. Hazlitt wrote - two notices of it in <cite>The Examiner</cite>, one of which (September 8, 1816) was - based merely on newspaper announcements of its forthcoming appearance (see - <cite>Political Essays</cite>); and probably, as Coleridge believed, reviewed it in the - <cite>Edinburgh Review</cite> for December 1816. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Players, after all</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> This passage to the end of the paragraph - is from a ‘Theatrical Examiner,’ January 14, 1816. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Actors have been accused</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The whole of this paragraph is taken - from a ‘Theatrical Examiner,’ March 31, 1816. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The web of our life</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>All’s Well that Ends Well</cite>, - Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_159'>159</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Like the giddy sailor</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Richard III.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A neighbouring country.</em> Hazlitt probably refers to France where the - disqualifications of actors had only recently been removed by the Revolution government. - For an account of ecclesiastical intolerance towards actors, especially in France, see - Lecky’s <cite>The Rise and Influence of Rationalism in Europe</cite>, <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 316 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>A consummation</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The wine of life</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_160'>160</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Hurried from fierce extremes</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'>‘——and feel by turns the bitter change</div> - <div class='line'>Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce,’ etc.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in28'><cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span class='fss'>II.</span> 599 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The strolling player in ‘Gil Blas.’</em> <cite>Gil Blas</cite>, Liv. <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Chap. viii. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>WHY THE ARTS ARE NOT PROGRESSIVE: A FRAGMENT</h4> - -<p class='c011'>In <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> for January 11 and 15, 1814, Hazlitt published two -papers entitled ‘Fragments on Art. Why the Arts are not progressive?’ Later in -the year he contributed two papers to <cite>The Champion</cite> (August 28, 1814, and -September 11, 1814) under the heading ‘Fine Arts. Whether they are promoted -by Academies and Public Institutions?’ and in a letter (October 2) replied to the -criticisms of a correspondent. The present ‘Fragment’ is composed of (1) the first -of the articles in <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> and part of the second, and (2) part of the -second article in <cite>The Champion</cite>. Much of the matter of the present essay is embodied -in Hazlitt’s article on the Fine Arts, contributed to the <cite>Encyclopædia Britannica</cite>.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE<span class='pageno' id='Page_442'>442</span></dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_160'>160</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>It is often made a subject</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The first three paragraphs are - taken from <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite>, January 11, 1814. In <cite>The - Champion</cite> for August 28, 1814, the first two paragraphs appear as a quotation from - a ‘contemporary critic.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Antæus.</em> The story of Antæus the giant is referred to by Milton (<cite>Paradise - Regained</cite>, <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 563 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i>). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_161'>161</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Nothing is more contrary</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> This paragraph and part of the next - are repeated at the beginning of the Lecture on Shakspeare and Milton in <cite>Lectures - on the English Poets</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_162'>162</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Guido.</em> Substituted for Claude Lorraine, upon whom, in <cite>The Morning - Chronicle</cite>, Hazlitt has the following note: ‘In speaking thus of Claude, we yield - rather to common opinion than to our own. However inferior the style of his best - landscapes may be, there is something in the execution that redeems all defects. In taste - and grace nothing can ever go beyond them. He might be called, if not the perfect, the - faultless painter. Sir Joshua Reynolds used to say, that there would be another Raphael, - before there was another Claude. In Mr. Northcote’s Dream of a Painter (see his - <cite>Memoirs of Sir Joshua Reynolds</cite>), there is an account of Claude Lorraine, so - full of feeling, so picturesque, so truly classical, so like Claude, that we cannot - resist this opportunity of copying it out.’ The passage quoted from Northcote is the - paragraph beginning, ‘Now tired with pomp and splendid shew.’ See Northcote’s Varieties - on Art (The Dream of a Painter) in his <cite>Memoirs of Sir Joshua Reynolds</cite>, - <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> (1813–1815) p. xvi. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The human face divine.</em>’ <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 44. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Circled Una’s angel face</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>The Faerie Queene</cite>, - Book <span class='fss'>I.</span> Canto iii. st. 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Griselda.</em> See <cite>The Canterbury Tales</cite> (The Clerk’s Tale). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Flower and the Leaf.</cite> This poem, a great favourite of Hazlitt’s, is not - now attributed to Chaucer. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_163'>163</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The divine story of the Hawk.</em> <cite>The Decameron</cite> (Fifth Day, Novel <span - class='fss'>IX.</span>). Hazlitt continually refers to the story. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Isabella.</em> <cite>The Decameron</cite> (Fourth Day, Novel <span - class='fss'>V.</span>). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>So Lear</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>King Lear</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Titian.</em> The picture referred to is one of those which Hazlitt copied while he - was studying in the Louvre in 1802. See <cite>Memoirs of William Hazlitt</cite>, <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 88. He frequently mentions it. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Nicolas Poussin.</em> ‘But, above all, who shall celebrate, in terms of fit praise, - his picture of the shepherds in the Vale of Tempe going out in a fine morning of the - spring, and coming to a tomb with this inscription:—<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Et ego in Arcadia vixi!</span>’ - (<cite>Table Talk</cite>, ‘On a Landscape of Nicolas Poussin.’) - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>In general, it must happen</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> The two concluding paragraphs are - taken from <cite>The Champion</cite>, September 11, 1814. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Current with the world.</em> The following passage in <cite>The Champion</cite> is - here omitted: ‘Common sense, which has been sometimes appealed to as the criterion of - taste, is nothing but the common capacity, applied to common facts and feelings; but it - neither is nor pretends to be, the judge of anything else. To suppose that it can really - appreciate the excellence of works of high art, is as absurd as to suppose that it could - produce them.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Count Castiglione.</em> Baldassare Count Castiglione (1478–1529), whose famous - <cite>Il Cortegiano</cite> was translated into English by Sir Thomas Hoby under the title - of ‘The Courtyer’ (1561). - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_443'>443</span> - <h3 class='c010'>CHARACTERS OF SHAKESPEAR’S PLAYS</h3> -</div> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_171'>171</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>It is observed by Mr. Pope.</em> Ed. Elwin and Courthope, vol. <span - class='fss'>X.</span> pp. 534–535. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A gentleman of the name of Mason.</em> Neither George Mason (1735–1806), author of - <cite>An Essay on Design in Gardening</cite>, 1768, nor John Monck Mason (1726–1809), - Shakespearian commentator, is the author of the work alluded to by Hazlitt, but Thomas - Whately (<em>d.</em> 1772) whose <cite>Remarks on some of the Characters of - Shakespere</cite> was published after Thomas Whately’s death by his brother, the Rev. - Jos. Whately, in 1785, as ‘by the author of <cite>Observations on Modern - Gardening</cite>’ [1770]; a second edition was published in 1808 with the author’s name - on the title-page, and a third in 1839, edited by Archbishop Whately, Thomas Whately’s - nephew. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>Richardson’s Essays.</cite> <cite>Essays on Shakespeare’s Dramatic - Characters.</cite> 1774–1812. By William Richardson (1743–1814). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>Schlegel’s Lectures on the Drama.</cite> <cite>A Course of Lectures on Dramatic Art - and Literature.</cite> By A. W. von Schlegel. Delivered at Vienna in 1808. English - translation, by John Black, in 1815. The quotation which follows will be found in Bohn’s - one vol. edition, 1846, pp. 363–371, and the further references given in these notes are - to the same edition. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_174'>174</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>to do a great right.</em>’ <cite>Mer. Ven.</cite> <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>alone is high fantastical.</em>’ <cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_175'>175</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>Dr. Johnson’s Preface to his Edition of Shakespear.</cite> 1765. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>swelling figures.</em>’ Dr. Johnson’s <cite>Preface</cite>. See Malone’s - <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, 1821, vol. i. p. 75. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_176'>176</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Dover cliff in</em> <span class='sc'>Lear</span>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>flowers in</em> <span class='sc'>The Winter’s Tale</span>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Congreve’s description of a ruin in the</em> <span class='sc'>Mourning Bride</span>, - Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_177'>177</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the sleepy eye of love.</em> Cf. ‘The sleepy eye that spoke the melting soul.’ Pope, - <cite>Imit. 1st Epis. 2nd. Bk. Horace</cite>, l. 150. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>In his tragic scenes.</em> Dr. Johnson’s <cite>Preface</cite>, p. 71. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>His declamations</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ibid.</span></i>, p. 75. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>But the admirers</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ibid.</span></i>, p. 75. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_178'>178</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>in another work, The Round Table.</em> See pp. 61–64. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>CYMBELINE</h4> - -<p class='c011'>When the name of the Play is not given it is to be understood that the reference is to the -Play under discussion. Differences between the text quoted by Hazlitt and the text of the -<cite>Globe</cite> Shakespeare which seem worth pointing out are indicated in square brackets.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_179'>179</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson is of opinion.</em> Dr. Johnson’s <cite>Preface</cite>, p. 73. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_180'>180</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Cibber, in speaking of the early English stage.</em> <cite>Apology for the Life of - Mr. Colley Cibber</cite> (1740), vol. i. chap. iv. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_181'>181</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>My lord</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What cheer</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4. The six following quotations in - the text are in the same scene. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_182'>182</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>My dear lord</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And when with wild wood-leaves</em> and <em>with fairest flowers</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_183'>183</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Cytherea, how bravely</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Me of my lawful pleasure</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><span class='pageno' id='Page_444'>444</span><em>Whose love-suit</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the ancient critic</em>, Aristophanes of Byzantium. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_184'>184</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Out of your proof</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_185'>185</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The game’s a-foot</em> [is up], Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>under the shade.</em> <cite>As You Like It</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>See, boys!</em> Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Nay, Cadwell</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_186'>186</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Stick to your journal course</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>creatures</em> and <em>Your Highness</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>MACBETH</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_186'>186</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The poet’s eye.</em> <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>your only <em>tragedy-maker</em>. It would be better to italicise only ‘tragedy’; the - reference is probably to <cite>Hamlet</cite>, <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2, ‘your only - jig-maker.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the air</em> [heaven’s breath] <em>smells wooingly</em> and <em>the temple-haunting - martlet builds</em> [does approve by his loved mansionry], Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_187'>187</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the blasted heath</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>air-drawn dagger</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>gracious Duncan</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>blood-boultered Banquo</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What are these</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>bends up</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The deed</em> [The attempt and not the deed confounds us], Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>preter</em> [super] <em>natural solicitings</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_188'>188</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Bring forth</em> and <em>screw his courage</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>lost so poorly</em> and <em>a little water</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the sides of his intent</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>for their future days</em> and <em>his fatal entrance</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Come all you spirits</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_189'>189</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Duncan comes there</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. The two following - quotations in the text are in the same scene. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mrs. Siddons.</em> Sarah Siddons (1755–1831). It was as Lady Macbeth that Mrs. - Siddons made her ‘last’ appearance on the stage, June 29, 1812. She returned - occasionally, and Hazlitt saw her act the part at Covent Garden, June 7, 1817. See note - to p. 156, and also Hazlitt’s <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_190'>190</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>There is no art</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>How goes the night</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Light thickens</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2–3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_191'>191</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>So fair and foul</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Such welcome and unwelcome news together</em> [things at once] and <em>Men’s - lives</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Look like the innocent flower</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>To him and all</em> [all and him], <cite>Avaunt</cite>, and <em>himself again</em>, - Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>he may sleep</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Then be thou jocund</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Had he not resembled</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>they should be women</em>, and <em>in deeper consequence</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_192'>192</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Why stands Macbeth</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the milk of human kindness</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>himself alone.</em> <cite>The Third Part of King Henry VI.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>For Banquo’s issue</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_445'>445</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_193'>193</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Duncan is in his grave</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>direness is thus rendered familiar</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>is troubled</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>subject</em> [servile] <em>to all the skyey influences</em>. <cite>Measure for - Measure</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>My way of life</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_194'>194</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the ‘Beggar’s Opera,’</em> by John Gay (1685–1732), first acted January 29, 1728. See - <cite>The Round Table</cite>, pp. 65–66. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Lillo’s murders.</em> George Lillo, dramatist (1693–1739), author of <cite>Fatal - Curiosity</cite> and <cite>George Barnwell</cite>. See note to p. 154. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Lamb’s Specimens of Early [English] Dramatic Poets</em>, 1808. See Gollancz’s - edition, 2 vols., 1893, vol. <span class='fss'>I.</span> pp. 271–272. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>the Witch of Middleton.</cite> Thomas Middleton (?1570–1627). It is not known - whether the date of the <cite>Witch</cite> is earlier or later than that of - <cite>Macbeth</cite>. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>JULIUS CÆSAR</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_195'>195</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the celebrated Earl of Hallifax.</em> Charles Montague, Earl of Halifax (1661–1715), - poet and statesman. <cite>King and no King</cite>, licensed 1611, printed 1619; - <cite>Secret Love, or, the Maiden Queen</cite>, first acted 1667, printed the following - year. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Thou art a cobler</em> [but with awl. I] and <em>Wherefore rejoice</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_196'>196</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>once upon a raw</em> and <em>The games are done</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> - 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_197'>197</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>And for Mark Antony</em>, and <em>O, name him not</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_198'>198</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>This disturbed sky</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>All the conspirators</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>How ‘scaped I killing</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>You are my true</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_199'>199</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>They are all welcome</em> and <em>It is no matter</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>OTHELLO</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_200'>200</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>tragedy purifies the affections by terror and pity</em>, Aristotle’s - <cite>Poetics</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>It comes directly home</em>, Dedication to Bacon’s <cite>Essays</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The picturesque contrasts.</em> The germ of this paragraph may be found in <cite>The - Examiner</cite> (<cite>The Round Table</cite>, No. 38), May 12th, 1816. The paper there - indexed as <em>Shakespeare’s exact discrimination of nearly similar characters</em> was - used in the preparation of <cite>Othello</cite>, <cite>Henry IV.</cite> and <cite>Henry - VI.</cite> in the <cite>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_202'>202</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>flows on to the Propontic</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the spells</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What! Michael Cassio?</em> and <em>If she be false</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_203'>203</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Look where he comes</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. The four following - quotations in the text and footnote are in the same scene. -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>[I found not Cassio’s kisses</div> - <div class='line'>... thy hollow cell.]</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Yet, oh the pity of it</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>My wife!</em> Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_204'>204</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>his whole course of love</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>’Tis not to make me jealous</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Believe me</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I will, my Lord</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_205'>205</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>her visage.</em> Cf. ‘I saw Othello’s visage in his mind,’ Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A maiden never bold</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Tempests themselves</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_446'>446</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_205'>205</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>She is subdued</em> and <em>honours and his valiant parts</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ay, too gentle</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>remained at home</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Alas, Iago</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_206'>206</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Would you had never seen him</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Some persons.</em> See <cite>The Round Table</cite>, p. 15. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_207'>207</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Our ancient</em>, Dram. Per. ‘Iago, his ancient.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What a full fortune</em>, and <em>Here is her father’s house</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_208'>208</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I cannot believe</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And yet how nature</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the milk of human kindness.</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>relish of salvation.</em> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Oh, you are well tuned now</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>My noble lord</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_209'>209</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>O grace! O Heaven forgive</em> [defend] <em>me</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>How is it, General</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Zanga.</em> See <cite>The Revenge</cite>, by Edward Young (1683–1765), first acted - 1721. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>TIMON OF ATHENS</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_210'>210</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Follow his strides</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_211'>211</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>What, think’st thou</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3 [moss’d trees]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A thing slipt</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ugly all over with hypocrisy.</em> Cf. ‘He is ugly all over with the affectation of - the fine gentleman.’ Quoted by Steele from Wycherley, <cite>The Tatler</cite>, No. 38. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_212'>212</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>This yellow slave</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Let me look</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_213'>213</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>What things in the world</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>loved few things better</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Come not to me</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>These well express</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 4. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>CORIOLANUS</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_214'>214</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>no jutting frieze</em> and <em>to make its pendant bed</em>. <cite>Macbeth</cite>, - Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>it carries noise</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Carnage is its daughter.</em> See Wordsworth’s <cite>Ode</cite>, No. <span - class='fss'>XLV.</span> of Poems dedicated to National Independence and Liberty, ed. - Hutchinson, 1895. The line was altered by Wordsworth in 1845. See also Byron’s <cite>Don - Juan</cite>, Canto viii. Stanza 9. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_215'>215</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>poor</em> [these] <em>rats</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>as if he were a God</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mark you</em> and <em>cares</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_216'>216</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Now the red pestilence</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_217'>217</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Methinks I hither hear</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3 [At Grecian sword, - contemning]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>These are the ushers</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Pray now, no more</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 9. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_218'>218</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The whole history.</em> The sentence quoted is by Pope. See Malone’s - <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, 1821, vol. xiv. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>TROILUS AND CRESSIDA</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_221'>221</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Troy, yet upon her basis</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_222'>222</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>without o’erflowing full.</em> Said of the Thames in <cite>Cooper’s Hill</cite>, by - Sir John Denham (1615–1669). -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_447'>447</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_222'>222</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>of losing distinction in his thoughts</em> [joys] and <em>As doth a battle</em>, Act - <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_223'>223</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Time hath, my lord</em>, Act. <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_224'>224</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Why there you touch’d</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Come here about me</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Go thy way</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>It is the prettiest villain</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_225'>225</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the web of our lives.</em> <cite>All’s Well that Ends Well</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>He hath done</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_226'>226</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Prouder than when</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>like the eye of vassalage</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2 [like vassalage - at unawares encountering the eye of majesty]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And as the new abashed nightingale</em>, Chaucer’s <cite>Troilus and Criseyde</cite>, - Book <span class='fss'>III.</span> 177. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_227'>227</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Her armes small.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ibid.</span></i>, 179. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>O that I thought</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Rouse yourself</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What proffer’st thou</em>, Chaucer’s <cite>Troilus and Criseyde</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 209. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_228'>228</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>like the swan’s down-feather</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>If it be love indeed</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_229'>229</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The barge she sat in</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>like a doating mallard</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 10. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>He’s speaking now</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>It is my birthday</em> and <em>To let a fellow</em>, Act. <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 13. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Age cannot wither</em>, Act. <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2 [stale]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>There’s gold</em>, Act. <span class='fss'>II.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_230'>230</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Dost thou not see</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Antony, leave thy lascivious wassels</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 4. - [<em>For</em> Mutina <em>read</em> Modena.] - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Yes, yes</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 11. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_231'>231</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Eros, thou yet behold’st me</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 14. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I see men’s judgments</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 13. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_232'>232</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>a master-leaver</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 9. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>HAMLET</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_232'>232</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>this goodly frame</em> and <em>man delighted not</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>too much i’ th’ sun.</em> Cf. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the pangs of despised love</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_233'>233</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the outward pageants.</em> Cf. the trappings and the suits of woe, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>we have that within</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_234'>234</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>that has no relish of salvation</em> and <em>He kneels and prays</em> [now might I do - it pat, now he is praying], Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>How all occasions</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 4 [fust in us]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_235'>235</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Whole Duty of Man</em>, 1659, a once-popular ethical treatise of unknown authorship. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>Academy of Compliments, or the whole Art of Courtship, being the rarest and most - exact way of wooing a Maid or Widow, by the way of Dialogue or complimental - Expressions.</cite> London, 12mo. Academies of Compliments were also published in 1655 - and 1669. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_448'>448</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_236'>236</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>his father’s spirit</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I loved Ophelia</em> and <em>Sweets to the sweet</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Oh rose of May</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>There is a willow</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 7 [grows aslant]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_237'>237</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>a wave o’ th’ sea.</em> <cite>The Winter’s Tale</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 4. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE TEMPEST</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_238'>238</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Either for tragedy.</em> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - Hazlitt alters the words of Polonius to apply them to Shakespeare. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>a deed without a name.</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>does his spiriting gently</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>to airy nothing.</em> <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>semblably.</em> <cite>The Second Part of King Henry VI.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>worthy of that name.</em> Cf. Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_239'>239</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>like the dyer’s hand.</em> <em>Sonnet</em> <span class='fss'>CXI.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>the liberty of wit</em>’ ... <em>‘the law’ of the understanding</em>. Cf. - <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2 [the law of writ and the liberty]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>of the earth, earthy.</em> <cite>St. John</cite>, iii. 31. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>always speaks in blank verse</em>, Schlegel, p. 395. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>As wicked dew</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_240'>240</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I’ll shew thee</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Be not afraid</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_241'>241</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I drink the air</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I’ll put a girdle</em>, <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Your charm</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Come unto these yellow sands</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_242'>242</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The cloud-capp’d towers</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ye elves of hills</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_243'>243</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Shakespear has anticipated.</em> The passage quoted is based on Florio’s translation - of Montaigne. See Chapter <span class='fss'>XXX.</span> Book 1. <em>Of the - Caniballes</em>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Had I the plantation</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM</h4> - -<p class='c011'>See <cite>The Round Table</cite>, pp. 61–64.</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt><a href='#Page_244'>244</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>This crew of patches</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>He will roar</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. The two following quotations in - the text are in the same scene. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I believe we must leave</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_245'>245</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Write me a prologue</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>with amiable cheeks</em> and <em>Monsieur Cobweb</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Lord, what fools</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the human mortals</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>gorgons and hydras.</em> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, Book <span - class='fss'>II.</span> l. 628. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>regarded him rather as a metaphysician.</em> Cf. ‘No man was ever yet a great poet, - without being at the same time a profound philosopher.’ Coleridge’s <cite>Biographia - Literaria</cite>, Chap. <span class='fss'>XV.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_246'>246</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Be kind</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Go, one of you</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_247'>247</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the most fearful wild-fowl</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_449'>449</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_247'>247</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Liston</em> acted in <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite> at Covent Garden, January - 17, 1816. See Genest’s <cite>Some Account of the English Stage</cite>, <span - class='fss'>VIII.</span> 545–549. See also Hazlitt’s <cite>A View of the English - Stage</cite>, where a few of the same sentences used here also occur. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ROMEO AND JULIET</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_248'>248</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>whatever is most intoxicating</em>, Schlegel, p. 400. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>fancies</em> [cowslips] <em>wan</em>. <em>Lycidas</em>, l. 147. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_249'>249</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>We have heard it objected.</em> By Curran. See <em>post</em>, p. 393. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>too unripe and crude.</em> Cf. <em>Lycidas</em>, l. 3, ‘harsh and crude.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the</em> <span class='sc'>Stranger</span>. <cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Menschenhass und Reue</span></cite>, - by A.F.F. von Kotzebue (1761–1819), adapted for the English stage under the title of - <cite>The Stranger</cite>. See note to p. 155. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>gather grapes.</em> <cite>St. Matthew</cite>, vii. 16. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>My bounty</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_250'>250</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>they fade by degrees</em>, Wordsworth’s Ode, <cite>Intimations of Immortality from - Recollections of early Childhood</cite>, <span class='fss'>V.</span> [fade into the - light]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>that lies about us.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ibid.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_251'>251</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the purple light of love</em>, Gray’s <cite>Progress of Poesy</cite>, l. 41. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>another morn risen on mid-day</em> [mid-noon], <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 310–311. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>in utter nakedness</em>, Wordsworth’s <cite>Ode</cite> (see above), <span - class='fss'>V.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I’ve seen the day</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>At my poor house</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>But he</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_252'>252</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the white wonder</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What lady’s that</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>But stronger Shakespear felt for man alone</em>, Collins’s <cite>Epistle to Sir - Thomas Hanmer</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Thou know’st the mask</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_253'>253</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>calls</em> [think] <em>true love spoken</em> [acted] and <em>Gallop apace</em>, Act - <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>It was reserved</em>, Schlegel, p. 400. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_254'>254</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Here comes the lady</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ancient damnation</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>frail thoughts.</em> <em>Lycidas</em>, 153 [false surmise]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the flatteries</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What said my man</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>If I may trust</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1 [flattering truth of sleep]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_255'>255</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Shame come to Romeo</em> and <em>Blister’d be thy tongue</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_256'>256</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>father, mother</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Let me peruse</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_257'>257</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>as she would take</em> [catch]. <cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Beauties of Shakespear.</cite> By Dr. Wm. Dodd (1729–1777), 1753. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>LEAR</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_258'>258</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Be Kent unmannerly</em> and <em>Prescribe not</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_259'>259</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>This is the excellent foppery</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the dazzling fence of controversy.</em> Cf. the ‘dazzling fence’ of rhetoric, - <cite>Comus</cite>, 790–791. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_260'>260</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>beat at the gate, he has made</em> and <em>Let me not stay</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>How now, daughter.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ibid.</span></i> [much o’ the savour]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_263'>263</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>O let me not be mad</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_450'>450</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_264'>264</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Vengeance</em> and <em>Good-morrow to you both</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> - 4 [how this becomes the house]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_268'>268</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>See the little dogs</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Let them anatomise Regan</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Nothing but his unkind daughters</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>whether a madman</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Come on, sir</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>full circle home</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_269'>269</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Shame, ladies</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Alack, ’tis he</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>How does my royal lord</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>We are not the first</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_270'>270</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>And my poor fool</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Vex not his ghost</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3 [this tough world]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Approved of by Dr. Johnson.</em> See Malone’s <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, vol. <span - class='fss'>X.</span> p. 290. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>condemned by Schlegel.</em> See Schlegel, p. 413. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Lear of Shakespear.</cite> See Lamb’s <cite>Miscellaneous Essays</cite>, ed. - Ainger, 1884, p. 233. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_271'>271</a>.</dt> - <dd>[<em>For</em> that rich sea <em>read</em> that sea.] - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>RICHARD II.</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_273'>273</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>How long a time</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>sighed his English breath</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The language I have learnt</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>is hung armour</em>, Wordsworth’s Sonnet, <cite>It is not to be thought of</cite> - (1802). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>keen encounters.</em> <cite>King Richard III.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> - 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>If that thy valour</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1 [Till thou the lie-giver - and that lie do lie]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_275'>275</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>This royal throne of kings</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1 [fear’d by their - breed and famous by their birth ... the envious siege]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_276'>276</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Ourself and Bushy</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I thank thee</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>O that I were a mockery king</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>it yearned his heart</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>My lord, you told me</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 2 [scowl on gentle - Richard]. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>HENRY IV.</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_278'>278</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>we behold the fulness.</em> Cf. <em>Col.</em> ii. 9. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>lards the lean earth.</em> <cite>1 King Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>into thin air.</em> <cite>The Tempest</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>three fingers</em> [omit <em>deep</em>], Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>it snows of meat and drink.</em> <cite>Canterbury Tales</cite>, Prologue, 345. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>ascends me into the brain</em>, Part II. Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>a sun of man</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_279'>279</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>open, palpable</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4 [like their father - that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>By the lord</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_280'>280</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>But Hal</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>who grew from four</em> [two] <em>men</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> - 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_281'>281</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Harry, I do not only marvel</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4 [purses? - a question to be asked]. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_451'>451</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_282'>282</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>What is the gross sum</em> and <em>Marry, if thou wert an honest man</em>, Part II. - Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_283'>283</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Would I were with him.</em> <cite>Henry V.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>turning his vices</em> [diseases], Part II. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>their legs</em>, Part II. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>a man made after supper</em> and <em>Would, cousin Silence</em>, Part II. Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I did not think Master Silence, in some authority</em>, and <em>You have here</em>, - Part II. Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_284'>284</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>When on the gentle Severn’s sedgy bank</em> and <em>By heaven</em> [honour from the - pale-faced moon], Part I. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Had my sweet Harry</em>, Part II. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 3. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>HENRY V.</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_285'>285</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the</em> [best] <em>king of good fellows</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>plume up their wills.</em> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the right divine</em>, Pope’s <cite>Dunciad</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>IV.</span> - 1. 188. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_286'>286</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>when France is his</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>O for a muse of fire</em>, Prologue. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_287'>287</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the reformation and which is a wonder</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And God forbid</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_288'>288</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the ill neighbourhood</em>, <em>For once the eagle England</em>, and <em>For - government</em> [the act of order], Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_289'>289</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>rich with</em> [omit <em>his</em>] <em>praise</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>O hard condition</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_290'>290</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Duke of York</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 6. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_291'>291</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>some disputations</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>HENRY VI.</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_292'>292</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>flat and unraised.</em> <cite>King Henry V.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span>, - Chorus. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Glory is like a circle</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>yet tell’st thou not</em>, Part I. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_293'>293</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Aye, Edward will use women honourably</em>, Part III. Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>We have already observed.</em> See note to p. 200 for the source of this paragraph. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_294'>294</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The characters and situations.</em> The material between these words and - <em>disappointed ambition</em> (p. 297) formed part of an article by Hazlitt in <cite>The - Examiner</cite> (see note to p. 200). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>Edward Plantagenet</cite>, Part III. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>mock not my senseless conjuration.</em> <cite>Richard II.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 2 [foul rebellion’s arms ... lift shrewd steel ... God for his - Richard]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_295'>295</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>But now the blood.</em> <cite>Richard II.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>cheap defence.</em> Cf. Burke: <em>Reflections on the Revolution in France</em>, ‘the - cheap defence of nations.’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Awake, thou coward majesty</em> [twenty thousand names] and <em>Where is the - duke</em>. <cite>Richard II.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_296'>296</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>what must the king do now.</em> <cite>Richard II.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>This battle fares</em>, Part III. Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_297'>297</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>had staggered his royal person.</em> <cite>Richard II.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 5. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_452'>452</span> - <h4 class='c022'>RICHARD III.</h4> -</div> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_298'>298</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the character in which Garrick came out.</em> David Garrick (1717–1779) appeared, - October 19, 1741, at the theatre in Goodman’s Fields. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the second character in which Mr. Kean appeared.</em> Edmund Kean (1787–1833) - appeared at Drury Lane as Shylock, January 26, 1814, on February 1st as Shylock, on - February 12th as Gloster in Richard III. See <cite>Some Account of the English - Stage</cite>, Genest, vol. viii. pp. 407–408, 1832. See also Hazlitt’s <cite>A View of - the English Stage</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>But I was born</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_299'>299</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Cooke.</em> George Frederick Cooke (1756–1811) acted Richard III. at Covent Garden on - September 20, 1809. See Genest’s <cite>Some Account of the English Stage</cite>, viii. p. - 178. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_300'>300</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Sir Giles Overreach</em>, in Massinger’s <cite>A New Way to Pay Old Debts</cite> - (1620–33). For Hazlitt’s criticism of Kean’s acting in this and the other characters - referred to in the same paragraph see his <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Oroonoko</em>, or the Royal Slave. A play (1696) by Thomas Southerne (1660/1–1746) - founded on a novel of Aphra Behn’s (1640–1689). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Cibber.</em> See note to p. 157. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_301'>301</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>bustle in</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>they do me wrong</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3 [speak fair]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I beseech your graces</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_302'>302</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Stay, yet look</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1 [rude, ragged nurse]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Dighton and Forrest</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>HENRY VIII.</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_303'>303</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Nay, forsooth</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Dr. Johnson observes</em>, Malone’s <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, vol. xix. p. 498. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_304'>304</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Farewell, a long farewell</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>him whom of all men</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>while her grace sat down</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_305'>305</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>No maid could live near such a man.</em> Mr. P. A. Daniel suggests that by a slip - this remark has been said of Shakespeare instead of Henry VIII. The emendation would make - the paragraph read thus: ‘It has been said of him [<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">i.e.</span></i> Henry VIII.]—“No - maid could live near such a man.” It might with as good reason be said of Shakespear—“No - king could live near such a man.”’ - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the best of kings.</em> A phrase applied to Ferdinand VII. of Spain in official - documents. See <cite>The Examiner</cite>, September 25, 1814, where the words are - ironically italicised. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>KING JOHN</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_306'>306</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>denoted a foregone conclusion.</em> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>To consider thus.</em> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_307'>307</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Heat me these irons</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_310'>310</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>There is not yet</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>To me</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>that love of misery</em> and <em>Oh father Cardinal</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_311'>311</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Aliquando.</em> Ben Jonson’s <cite>Discoveries</cite>, <span - class='fss'>LXIV.</span>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">De Shakespeare Nostrati</span></i>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><span class='pageno' id='Page_453'>453</span><em>commodity, tickling commodity</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_312'>312</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>That daughter there</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1 [niece to England]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Therefore to be possessed</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>TWELFTH NIGHT</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_314'>314</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>high fantastical</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Wherefore are these things hid</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>rouse the night-owl</em> and <em>Dost thou think</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>we cannot agree with Dr. Johnson.</em> See Dr. Johnson’s <cite>Preface</cite>, before - cited, p. 71. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_315'>315</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>What’s her history</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Oh, it came o’er the ear</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span>, 1 [the sweet sound]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>They give a very echo</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Blame not this haste</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_316'>316</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>O fellow, come</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Here comes the little villain</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 5 [drawn from us - with cars]. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_318'>318</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>It is observable.</em> The note is by Pope. See Malone’s <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, - vol. iv. p. 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>This whole scene.</em> Pope’s note is to Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. See - Malone’s <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, vol. iv. p. 13. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Why, how know you</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_319'>319</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I do not seek</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The river wanders</em> [glideth] <em>at its</em> [his] <em>own sweet will. Sonnet - composed upon Westminster Bridge</em>, September 3, 1802. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And sweetest Shakespear.</em> <cite><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">L’Allegro</span></cite>, lines 133–134. -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>[Or sweetest Shakespeare ...</div> - <div class='line'>Warble....]</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE MERCHANT OF VENICE</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_320'>320</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Cumberland.</em> Richard Cumberland (1732–1811), dramatist. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>baited with the rabble’s curse.</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 8. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>a man no less sinned against.</em> Cf. <cite>King Lear</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the lodged hate</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>milk of human kindness.</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Jewish gaberdine</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>lawful</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>on such a day</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_321'>321</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I am as like</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>To bait fish withal</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>What judgment</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_322'>322</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I would not have parted</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>civil doctor</em> and <em>On such a night</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>conscience and the fiend</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I hold the world</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_454'>454</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_323'>323</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>How sweet the moonlight</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Bassanio and old Shylock</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_324'>324</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>’Tis an unweeded garden.</em> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2 - [things rank, and gross in nature, possess it merely]. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE WINTER’S TALE</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_324'>324</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>We wonder that Mr. Pope.</em> See Pope’s <cite>Preface</cite>, Malone’s - <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, vol. i. p. 15. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ha’ not you seen</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_325'>325</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Is whispering nothing?</em> Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_326'>326</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Thou dearest Perdita</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_329'>329</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Even here undone</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 4. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_330'>330</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Oh, were that all</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The soul of this man</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the bringing off of his drum</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 6 and Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_331'>331</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Is it possible</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Yet I am thankful</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Frederigo Alberigi and his Falcon</em>, Boccaccio’s <cite>Decameron</cite>, 5th day, - 9th story. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_332'>332</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the story of Isabella.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 4th day, 5th story. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Tancred and Sigismunda.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 4th day, 1st story. See also Dryden’s - <cite>Sigismonda and Guiscardo</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Honoria.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 5th day, 8th story. See also Dryden’s <cite>Theodore - and Honoria</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Cimon and Iphigene.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 5th day, 1st story. See also Dryden’s - <cite>Cimon and Iphigenia</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Jeronymo.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 4th day, 8th story. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the two holiday lovers.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 4th day, 7th story. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Griselda.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Id.</span></i>, 10th day, 10th story. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_332'>332</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>the golden cadences of poesy</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>set a mark of reprobation</em>, Pope’s note to <cite>The Two Gentlemen of - Verona</cite>. Malone’s <cite>Shakespeare</cite>, vol. iv. p. 13. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_333'>333</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>as too picked</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>as light as bird from brake</em> [brier]. <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>O! and I forsooth</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1 [a humorous sigh ... This - senior-junior]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_334'>334</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Oft have I heard</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 2 [your fruitful brain]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>the words of Mercury</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 2. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_335'>335</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Oh, my lord</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>No, Leonato</em>, Act. <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_336'>336</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>She dying</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1 [the idea of her life]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>For look where Beatrice</em> and <em>What fire is in mine ears</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> 1. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_455'>455</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_337'>337</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Monsieur Love</em> ... <em>This can be no trick</em>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Disdain and scorn</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>AS YOU LIKE IT</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_338'>338</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>fleet the time</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>under the shade</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>who have felt</em>, Cymbeline, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>They hear the tumult</em>, Cowper’s <cite>Task</cite>, <span class='fss'>IV.</span> - 99–100, ‘I behold the tumult, and am still.’ - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_339'>339</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>And this their life</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>suck melancholy</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>who morals on the time</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Out of these convertites</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>In heedless mazes.</em> <cite><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">L’Allegro</span></cite>, 141–142. -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>[With wanton heed and giddy cunning,</div> - <div class='line'>The melting voice through mazes running.]</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>For ever and a day</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_340'>340</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>We still have slept together</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And how like you</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_341'>341</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Blow, blow</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 7. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>an If</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Think not I love him</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 5. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE TAMING OF THE SHREW</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_342'>342</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Think you a little din</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>I’ll woo her</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_343'>343</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Tut, she’s a lamb</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_344'>344</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Good morrow, gentle mistress</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The mathematics</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Honey-Moon.</cite> A successful play by John Tobin (1770–1804) with a plot - similar to that of <cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, produced at Drury Lane January - 31, 1805. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Tranio, I saw her coral lips</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_345'>345</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>I knew a wench</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Indifferent well</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>for a pot</em> and <em>I am Christopher Sly</em>, Induc. Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>The Slies are no rogues</cite>, Induc. Scene 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>MEASURE FOR MEASURE</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_345'>345</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The height of moral argument.</em> ‘The highth of this great argument,’ - <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span class='fss'>I.</span> l. 24. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_346'>346</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>one that apprehends death</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>He has been drinking</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>wretches</em>, Schlegel, p. 387. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>as the flesh</em>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A bawd, sir?</em> and <em>Go to, sir</em>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_347'>347</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>there is some soul of goodness.</em> <cite>Henry V.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Let me know the point</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_348'>348</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Reason thus with life</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_456'>456</span> - <h4 class='c022'>THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR</h4> -</div> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt>PAGE</dt> - <dd> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_349'>349</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>commanded to shew the knight.</em> Cf. Schlegel, p. 427. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_350'>350</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>some faint sparks.</em> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1 [your - flashes ... the table on a roar]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>to eat.</em> <cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>to be no more so familiarity.</em> <cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>an honest</em>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>very good discretions.</em> Cf. Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>cholers</em>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>THE COMEDY OF ERRORS</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_352'>352</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>How long hath this possession</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_353'>353</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>They brought one Pinch</em>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>DOUBTFUL PLAYS OF SHAKESPEAR</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_353'>353</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>All the editors</em>, Schlegel, p. 442. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>at the blackness</em>, Schlegel, see above. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_357'>357</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>a lasting storm.</em> <em>Per.</em>, <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 1 [whirring me from - my friends]. - </dd> - </dl> - -<h4 class='c022'>POEMS AND SONNETS</h4> - - <dl class='dl_1 c004'> - <dt><a href='#Page_358'>358</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>as broad and casing.</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4 - [broad and general as the casing air]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>cooped.</em> Cf. <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> 4 [cabined, - cribbed, confined]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>glancing from heaven.</em> <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_359'>359</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Oh! idle words.</em> <cite>Lucrece</cite>, ll. 1016–1122 [Out, idle words, be you - mediators]. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Round hoof’d.</em> <cite>Venus and Adonis</cite>, ll. 295–300. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>And their heads.</em> <cite>A Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> 1. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_360'>360</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>Constancy.</cite> <em>Sonnet</em> <span class='fss'>XXV.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>Love’s Consolation.</cite> <em>Sonnet</em> <span class='fss'>XXIX.</span> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>Novelty.</cite> <em>Sonnet</em> <span class='fss'>CII.</span> [stops her pipe]. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_361'>361</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>Life’s Decay.</cite> <em>Sonnet</em> <span class='fss'>LXXIII.</span> - </dd> - </dl> - -<h3 class='c010'>A LETTER TO WILLIAM GIFFORD, ESQ.</h3> - -<p class='c011'>William Gifford (1756–1826), the son of a glazier, after a neglected childhood, -during which he was at one time apprenticed to a shoemaker, entered Exeter -College, Oxford, through the kindness of a friend, and graduated in 1782. His -two satires, <cite>The Baviad</cite> (1791) and <cite>The Mæviad</cite> (1795), were published together in -1797, and his translation of Juvenal, upon which he had been working since he left -Oxford, in 1802. He became editor of <cite>The Anti-Jacobin</cite> (1797), and was the first -editor (1809–1824) of <cite>The Quarterly Review</cite>. He published a translation of Persius -in 1821, and editions of some of the old dramatists: Massinger (1805), Ben -Jonson (1816), Ford (1827), and Shirley (completed by Dyce, 1833). In <cite>The -Examiner</cite> for June 14, 1818, appeared a ‘Literary Notice,’ entitled ‘The Editor of -the Quarterly Review,’ which Hazlitt incorporated in the present ‘Letter.’</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt><a href='#Page_366'>366</a>.<span class='pageno' id='Page_457'>457</span></dt> - <dd>‘<em>False and hollow</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span - class='fss'>II.</span> 112 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i> - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ackerman’s dresses for May.</em> Rudolf Ackerman’s (1764–1834) <cite>Repository of - Arts, Literature, Fashions, Manufactures</cite>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i>, was issued - periodically between 1809 and 1828. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Carlton House.</em> The residence of the Prince Regent. It was pulled down in 1826. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_367'>367</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>A Jacobin stationer.</em> Hazlitt refers to the case of William Paul Rogers, a - Chelsea stationer, who for taking an active part in a petition for reform was deprived of - the charge of a letter-box. Leigh Hunt referred to the case in <cite>The Examiner</cite> - for February 7, 1819 (not February 9, as Hazlitt says), and opened a subscription list - for Rogers. The two clergymen referred to took an active part against Rogers. Wellesley, - a brother of the Duke of Wellington, was Rector of Chelsea, and Butler had a school there. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>The tenth transmitter.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'>Richard Savage’s <cite>The Bastard</cite>, l. 7.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_368'>368</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Ultra-Crepidarian.</em> Leigh Hunt published a satire on Gifford entitled - <cite><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ultra-Crepidarius</span></cite> in 1823, but the phrase was invented for Gifford, - Leigh Hunt says in his preface, ‘by a friend of mine ... one of the humblest as well as - noblest spirits that exist.’ This was perhaps Lamb. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_370'>370</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Your account of the first work.</em> In <cite>The Quarterly Review</cite>, April 1817 - (vol. xvii. p. 154). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Albemarle Street hoax.</em> John Murray (1778–1843), the founder and publisher of - <cite>The Quarterly Review</cite>, purchased No. 50 Albemarle Street in 1812. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_372'>372</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Secret, sweet and precious.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘The landlady and Tam grew gracious</div> - <div class='line'>Wi’ secret favours, sweet and precious.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'>Burns, <cite>Tam o’Shanter</cite>.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_373'>373</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Two or three conclusive digs</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> From a passage in Leigh Hunt’s - essay ‘On Washerwomen’ referred to by Gifford. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. ‘<em>The milk of human kindness.</em>’ <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 5. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_374'>374</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Earl Grosvenor.</em> Gifford was for a time tutor in Lord Grosvenor’s family. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Their gorge did not rise.</em>’ <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>V.</span> - Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>You assume a vice</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Assume a virtue, if you have it not.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in26'><cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>In the ‘Examiner.’</em> February 25, 1816. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_375'>375</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>How little knew’st thou of Calista!</em> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘O, thou hast known but little of Calista!’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>Rowe’s <cite>The Fair Penitent</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 1.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Anne Davies.</em> Gifford bequeathed £3000 to her relatives. In addition to the - epitaph quoted in the text he wrote an elegy on her, beginning, ‘I wish I was where Anna - lies,’ which is referred to in Hazlitt’s character of Gifford in <cite>The Spirit of the - Age</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_376'>376</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Other such dulcet diseases.</em>’ <cite>As You Like It</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Compunctious visitings of Nature</em>.’ <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 5. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>You are well tuned now</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Made of penetrable stuff.</em>’ <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Stuffed with paltry, blurred sheets.</em>’ Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the - Revolution in France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 101). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note 1. ‘<em>It is easier</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>St. Matthew</cite>, xix. 24. -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_458'>458</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_377'>377</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>The Admiralty Scribe.</cite> John Wilson Croker (1780–1857), who contributed two - hundred and sixty articles to <cite>The Quarterly Review</cite>, was Secretary to the - Admiralty from 1809 to 1830. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>His ‘Feast of the Poets.’</em> Published in 1814. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_378'>378</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Thus painters write their names at Co.</em> From Prior’s <cite>Protogenes</cite> and - <cite>Apelles</cite>. Burke quoted the line in his <cite>Regicide Peace</cite> - (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, p. 94). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>For this passage</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Leigh Hunt and his brother John were in - prison for two years from February 1813 for a libel on the Prince Regent in <cite>The - Examiner</cite> (March 22, 1812). Leigh Hunt was sent, not to Newgate, but to the Surrey - Gaol in Horsemonger Lane, where he wrote <cite>The Descent of Liberty: A Masque</cite>, - and the greater part of <cite>The Story of Rimini</cite>. Gifford’s review of - <em>Rimini</em> appeared in <cite>The Quarterly Review</cite> for Jan. 1816 (vol. xiv. p. - 473). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_378'>378</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Yet you say somewhere.</em> In the review of Hazlitt’s <cite>Lectures on the English - Poets</cite> (<cite>Quarterly Review</cite>, July 1818, vol. xix. at p. 430). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <em>Mary Robinson</em> (1758–1800), known as ‘Perdita,’ from her having captivated - the Prince of Wales while she was acting in that part in 1778. On being deserted by him - she devoted herself to literature, and became one of the Della Cruscan School ridiculed - by Gifford. Hazlitt refers to Gifford’s <cite>Baviad</cite>, ll. 27–28:— -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘See Robinson forget her state, and move</div> - <div class='line'>On crutches tow’rds the grave, to “Light o’ Love.”’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Put on the pannel</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> ‘If I can help it, he shall not be on the - inquest of my <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">quantum meruit</span></i>.’ Burke’s <cite>A Letter to a Noble Lord</cite> - (<cite>Works</cite>, Bohn, <span class='fss'>V.</span> 114). Note. <em>Mr. Sheridan once - spoke.</em> See speech of March 7, 1788 (<cite>Parl. Hist.</cite>, vol. xxvii.). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_379'>379</a>.</dt> - <dd>John Hoppner (1758–1810), the portrait-painter. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Charles Long (1761–1838), paymaster-general, created Baron Farnborough in 1826. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_380'>380</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>From slashing Bentley</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Pope, <cite>Prologue to the - Satires</cite>, l. 164. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_381'>381</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>It was Caviare to the multitude.</em>’ ‘’Twas caviare to the general.’ - <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_382'>382</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>An Essay on the Ignorance of the Learned.</cite> Republished in <cite>Table - Talk</cite>, from <cite>The Scots Magazine</cite> (New Series), iii. 55. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_384'>384</a>.</dt> - <dd><cite>Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine.</cite> Founded by William Blackwood (1776–1834) in - 1817. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>You have tried it twice since.</em> That is, in his reviews of <cite>Characters of - Shakespear’s Plays</cite> (January 1818, vol. xviii. p. 458) and of <cite>Lectures on the - English Poets</cite> (July 1818, vol. xix. p. 424). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_385'>385</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Be noticed in the Edinburgh Review.</em> By Jeffrey, July 1817 (vol. xxviii. p. 472). - ‘<em>Dedicate its sweet leaves.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,</div> - <div class='line'>Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in26'><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 1.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_386'>386</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>This is what is looked for</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, Act - <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>They keep you as an ape</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>You ‘have the office,’</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'>‘——You, mistress,</div> - <div class='line'>That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,</div> - <div class='line'>And keep the gate of hell!’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in28'><cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 2.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_459'>459</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_386'>386</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>You ‘keep a corner,’</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>‘Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads</div> - <div class='line'>To knot and gender in.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in28'><cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 2.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Lay the flattering unction.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'><cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_387'>387</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The authority of Mr. Burke.</em> Burke refers to Henry VIII. as ‘one of the most - decided tyrants in the rolls of history,’ and speaks of ‘his iniquitous proceedings’ - ‘when he resolved to rob the abbies.’ <cite>Reflections on the Revolution in - France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 136–137). See also a passage in - <cite>A Letter to a Noble Lord</cite> (<cite>Works</cite>, Bohn, <span - class='fss'>V.</span> 131 <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">et seq.</span></i>). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>With Mr. Coleridge in his late Lectures.</em> Hazlitt probably refers to <cite>The - Statesman’s Manual</cite> (1816). See <cite>Political Essays</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Truth to be a liar.</em>’ <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> - Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Speak out, Grildrig.</em>’ See Swift’s <cite>Gulliver’s Travels</cite> (Voyage to - Brobdingnag). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_388'>388</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The insolence of office</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Those ‘who crook,’</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Spa-fields.</em> Where the famous meeting of reformers had recently (December 2, - 1816) been held. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A seditious Sunday paper.</em> <cite>The Examiner</cite> was published on Sunday. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Coleridge’s ‘Conciones ad Populum.’</em> Two anti-Pittite addresses published in - 1795. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_389'>389</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>The pride, pomp</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>One murder makes a villain</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> From Bishop Porteus’s prize poem - <cite>Death</cite> (1759). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_390'>390</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The still sad music of humanity.</em> Wordsworth’s <cite>Lines composed a few miles - above Tintern Abbey</cite>. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_391'>391</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>You have forgotten Mr. Burke</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See <cite>Letters on a Regicide - Peace</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, iii. p. 50). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Go to</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Go to, Sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 2.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘The weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in37'><cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 4.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Cinque-spotted</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Cymbeline</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. ‘<em>Carnage is the daughter of humanity.</em>’ See note to p. 214 and <cite>Notes - and Queries</cite>, 9th series, ii. 309, 398; iii. 37. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_392'>392</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Red-lattice phrases.</em> Alehouse language. See <cite>Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, - Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_393'>393</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Such ‘welcome and unwelcome things.’</em> <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The objection to ‘Romeo and Juliet.’</em> See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 249. Hazlitt - refers to the criticism of <cite>Paradise Lost</cite> in his Lecture on Shakspeare and - Milton (<cite>Lectures on the English Poets</cite>). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>Note. Quoted from a review by Jeffrey in <cite>The Edinburgh Review</cite>, August 1817 - (vol. xxviii. at p. 473). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_394'>394</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>One of the most perfect</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Quoted from Gifford’s review of - <cite>Characters of Shakespear’s Plays</cite> (vol. xviii. p. 458). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Ends of verse</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Chear’d up himself with ends of verse,</div> - <div class='line'>And sayings of philosophers.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in22'><em>Hudibras</em>, Part <span class='fss'>I.</span> Canto iii.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_460'>460</span></div> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_394'>394</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The geometricians and chemists of France.</em> Burke’s <cite>A Letter to a Noble - Lord</cite> (<cite>Works</cite>, Bohn, <span class='fss'>V.</span> 142). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Present to your mind’s eye.</em>’ <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Holds his crown</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Burke’s <cite>Reflections on the Revolution - in France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 17). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_395'>395</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The ingenious parallel</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 171. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>The article in the last Review.</em> <cite>Quarterly Review</cite>, July 1818 (vol. - xix, p. 424). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_398'>398</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>We must speak by the card</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>V.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>A knavish speech</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 2. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Shakespear says</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Othello</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 3. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_400'>400</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The authority of Mr. Burke.</em> Hazlitt quotes inaccurately a passage in Burke’s - essay ‘On the Sublime and Beautiful,’ <cite>Works</cite> (Bohn), i. 81. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Emelie that fayrer</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Canterbury Tales</cite> (The - Knightes Tale, 1035–8). - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_401'>401</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>The only mistake.</em> The reference is probably to a passage in the first edition, - where Hazlitt says, ‘Prior’s serious poetry, as his <cite>Alma</cite>, is as heavy, as - his familiar style was light and agreeable.’ Gifford quotes this passage and adds: - ‘Unluckily for our critic, Prior’s <cite>Alma</cite> is in his lightest and most familiar - style, and is the most highly finished specimen of that species of versification which - our language possesses.’ In the second edition Hazlitt substituted <cite>Solomon</cite> - for <cite>Alma</cite>. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Mr. Coleridge.</em> See <cite>Biographia Literaria</cite>, Chap, iii., note at the - end. Coleridge had already in the first number of the Friend referred to this passage, - which appeared in a footnote by the editor of <cite>The Beauties of the - Anti-Jacobin</cite>, and not in <cite>The Anti-Jacobin</cite> itself. See - <cite>Athenæum</cite>, May 31, 1900. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><em>Your predecessor.</em> Gifford was himself editor of the <cite>Anti-Jacobin, or - Weekly Examiner</cite>, which appeared from November 20, 1797, to July 9, 1798. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_402'>402</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>Dying, make a swan-like end.</em>’ -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,</div> - <div class='line'>Fading in music.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in16'><cite>Merchant of Venice</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>III.</span> Scene 2.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Being so majestical</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> <cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 1. - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd>‘<em>Love is not love</em>,’ <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">etc.</span></i> Shakespeare, <em>Sonnet</em> <span - class='fss'>CXVI.</span> - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_403'>403</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>A writer of third-rate books.</em>’ ‘He is a mere quack, Mr. Editor, and a mere - bookmaker; one of the sort that lounge in third-rate book shops, and write third-rate - books.’ From a letter in <cite>Blackwood’s Magazine</cite>, August 1818 (vol. iii. p. - 550). - </dd> - <dt> </dt> - <dd><cite>An Essay on the Principles of Human Action.</cite> Published in 1805. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_408'>408</a>.</dt> - <dd><em>Mirabaud.</em> D’Holbach’s <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Système de la Nature</span></cite> is wrongly - attributed to Jean Baptiste de Mirabaud (1675–1760), the translator of Tasso. - </dd> - <dt><a href='#Page_409'>409</a>.</dt> - <dd>‘<em>On this bank and shoal of time.</em>’ <cite>Macbeth</cite>, Act <span - class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 7. - </dd> - </dl> - -<hr class='c024' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. </span><span class='pageno' id='Page_xxvi'>xxvi</span>Hazlitt has glanced at him in his notes on dissenters and dissent in the <cite>Political -Essays</cite>, and has given a further taste of him in that very notable and gracious -piece, ‘My First Acquaintance with Poets.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f2'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. </span>In 1805 he produced his essay on the Principles of Human Action. Being no -metaphysician, I have never read this work; but Mr. Leslie Stephen, who is a -very competent person in these matters, I am told, assures me (<em>D. N. B.</em>) that it -is ‘scrupulously dry,’ though ‘showing great acuteness.’ This, I take leave to say—this -is Hazlitt all over. None has written of the workaday elements in life and -time with a rarer taste, a finer relish, a stronger confidence in himself and them. -Yet, in dealing with absolutes in life and time, he is ‘scrupulously dry.’ This, I -take it, is to be a man of letters.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f3'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. </span>Or rather bedgown: unction-soiled and laudanum-stained.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f4'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. </span>John Hazlitt had been a pupil of Reynolds, and his miniatures were welcome -at the Academy.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f5'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r5'>5</a>. </span>Dans l’art il faut donner sa peau.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f6'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r6'>6</a>. </span>He had a painter in him, whether imperfectly developed or not; for he -would condescend upon none but Guido, Raphael, Titian.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f7'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r7'>7</a>. </span>One was a likeness of his father, of which he has written in eloquent and -engaging terms; another, a <em>Wordsworth</em>, which he destroyed; a third, the picture -of Elia, ‘as a Venetian senator,’ now in the National Portrait Gallery; yet -another, the presentment of an Old Woman, which is likened to a Rembrandt. -Having seen none of these things, all I can say about them is that Hazlitt seems -to have been passionately interested in colour; that he loved a picture because it -was a piece of painting; and, if he knew not always bad (or rather third and -fourth rate) work when he saw it, was as contemptuous of it, when he realised -its status, as Fuseli himself.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f8'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r8'>8</a>. </span>There is an immense, even an insuperable difference between the two sorts of -sensualists. To take an immediate instance: Lamb loved Hogarth, and found -emotions in him, because he (Hogarth) was a novelist in paint; while Titian’s -<cite>Bacchus and Ariadne</cite> touched his sense of letters, and, as Mr. Ainger has -noted, suggested to him so much literature, or, at all events, so many literary -possibilities, that Titian could not but be an arch-painter. Hazlitt felt his -painter first, and thought not of the man-of-letters in his painter till his interest in -his painter’s painting was—I won’t say extinguished but—allayed.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f9'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r9'>9</a>. </span>‘The point in debate,’ he says, ‘the worth or the bad quality of the painting -... I am as well able to decide upon as any who ever brandished a pallette.’ I -doubt not that he spoke the truth; yet the residuum of his criticisms of pictures, -their after-taste, is mostly literary. And, as he was finally a man of letters, what -else could one expect?</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f10'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r10'>10</a>. </span>Leigh Hunt said that he was the best art critic that ever lived: that to read -him was like seeing a picture through stained glass, and so forth. But Leigh Hunt -knew not much more about pictures than Coleridge knew about the books he talked -of, but had not read.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f11'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r11'>11</a>. </span>The house had been the abode of Milton; for certain months it had harboured -the eminent James Mill; it belonged to the celebrated Jeremy Bentham: so that -in the matter of associations Hazlitt, a thorough-paced dissenter, was as well off -as he could hope to be.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f12'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r12'>12</a>. </span>Ten in number: on ‘The Rise and Progress of Modern Philosophy,’ as -illustrated in the works of Hobbes, Locke and his followers, Hartley, Helvétius, -and others. The lectures, Mr. Stephen says, were in part a reproduction of the -<cite>Principles of Human Action</cite>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f13'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r13'>13</a>. </span>Haydon says that Waterloo made him drunk for weeks. Then he pulled -himself together, and for the rest of his life drank nothing but strong tea. He -had, however, no sort of sympathy with those who held the ‘social glass’ to be -Man’s safest introduction to the Pit. He only said that liquor did not agree with -him, and looked on cheerfully while his friends—Lamb was as close as any—drank -as they pleased.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f14'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r14'>14</a>. </span>Both the <cite>Characters</cite> and the <cite>English Poets</cite> were reviewed by Gifford in the -<cite>Quarterly</cite>. The style of these ‘reviews’ is abject; the inspiration venal; the -matter the very dirt of the mind. Gifford hated Hazlitt for his politics, and set out -to wither Hazlitt’s repute as a man of letters. For the tremendous reprisal with -which he was visited, the reader is referred to the <em>Letter to William Gifford, Esq.</em>, -in the first volume of the present Edition. If he find it over-savage: probably, -being of to-day, he will: let him turn to his <cite>Quarterly</cite>, and consider, if he have -the stomach, Gifford and the matter of offence.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f15'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r15'>15</a>. </span>He lived to rejoice in the Revolution of July; but of the great movement in -the arts—of <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Henri Trois et sa Cour</span></i> and <em>Hernani</em>, of Delacroix and Barye, of -Géricault and Bonington and de Vigny, and the rest of its heroes—he seems to -have known nothing. That was his way. The new did not exist for him. A -dissenter by birth and conviction, he yet cared only for the past, and the elder -‘glories of our blood and state’ were to him, not shadows but, the sole substantial -things he could keep room for in the kingdom of his mind.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f16'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r16'>16</a>. </span>’Tis a pleasure to remember that Lamb was with him to the end—was in his -death-chamber in the very article of mortality. We have all read Carlyle on -Lamb. The everlasting pity is that we shall never read Hazlitt on Carlyle.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f17'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r17'>17</a>. </span>Him Shelley calls ‘a solemn and unsexual man.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f18'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r18'>18</a>. </span>Much as years afterwards, according to a certain Nicolardot, the expertest of -their kind were ‘on the list’ of old Ste.-Beuve.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f19'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r19'>19</a>. </span>His grandson describes him as ‘physically incapable’ of any but a transient -fidelity to anybody.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f20'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r20'>20</a>. </span>He confessed that one day he told it half a dozen times or so to persons he -had never seen before: once, twice over to the same listener.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f21'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r21'>21</a>. </span>It cost Hazlitt a crown, perhaps less; and he arranged—apparently with -Mrs. Hazlitt—to be taken in the act! After this the knowledge that Mr. and -Mrs. Hazlitt took tea together, <i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">pendente lite</span></i>, and that then and after his second -espousals Hazlitt supplied this very reasonable woman with money, astonishes no -more, but comes as a kind of anticlimax.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f22'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r22'>22</a>. </span>That damsel presently married in her station. She seems to have been a -decent woman according to her lights, and to have lived up honestly to her ideals, -such as they were.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f23'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r23'>23</a>. </span></p> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There was a laughing devil in his sneer</div> - <div class='line'>That raised emotions both of rage and fear;</div> - <div class='line'>And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,</div> - <div class='line'>Hope, withering, fled—and Mercy sighed farewell.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f24'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r24'>24</a>. </span>These details are Patmore’s, and, even if they be true, are not the whole -truth. Hazlitt loved solitude and the country, had to write for a living, wrote -with difficulty, and left no inconsiderable body of work.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f25'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r25'>25</a>. </span>What I mean is, that I have heard the best, as I believe, the last of the old -century and the first of the new have shown.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f26'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r26'>26</a>. </span>‘He always made the best pun and the best remark in the course of the -evening. His serious conversation, like his serious writing, is his best. No -one ever stammered out such fine, piquant, deep, eloquent things in half a dozen -half-sentences as he does. His jests scald like tears: and he probes a question -with a play upon words. What a keen, laughing, hare-brained vein of home-felt -truth! What choice venom!’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f27'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r27'>27</a>. </span></p> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It filled the valley like a mist,</div> - <div class='line'>And still poured out its endless chant,</div> - <div class='line'>And still it swells upon the ear,</div> - <div class='line'>And wraps me in a golden trance,</div> - <div class='line'>Drowning the noisy tumult of the world.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>       .       .       .       .       .       .</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Like sweetest warblings from a sacred grove ...</div> - <div class='line'>Contending with the wild winds as they roar ...</div> - <div class='line'>And the proud places of the insolent</div> - <div class='line'>And the oppressor fell ...</div> - <div class='line'>Such and so little is the mind of Man!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f28'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r28'>28</a>. </span>His summary of the fight between Hickman and Bill Neate is alone in -literature, as also in the annals of the Ring. Jon Bee was an intelligent creature -of his kind, and knew a very great deal more about pugilism than Hazlitt knew; -but to contrast the two is to learn much. Badcock (which is Jon Bee) had seen -(and worshipped) Jem Belcher, and had reported fights with an extreme contempt -for Pierce Egan, the illiterate ass who gave us <em>Boxiana</em>. Hazlitt, however, looked -on at the proceedings of Neate and the Gaslight Man exactly as he had looked on -at divers creations of Edmund Kean. He saw the essentials in both expressions of -human activity, and his treatment of both is fundamentally the same. In both he -ignores the trivial: here the acting (in its lowest sense), there the hits that did not -count. And thus, as he gives you only the vital touches, you know how and why -Neate beat Hickman, and can tell the exact moment at which Hickman began to be -a beaten man. ’Tis the same with his panegyric on Cavanagh, the fives-player. For -a blend of gusto with understanding I know but one thing to equal with this: the -note on Dr. Grace, which appeared in <cite>The National Observer</cite>; and the night that -that was written, I sent the writer back to Hazlitt’s <cite>Cavanagh</cite>, and said to him -——! On the whole the <cite>Dr. Grace</cite> is the better of the two. But it has scarce -the incorruptible fatness of the <cite>Cavanagh</cite>. Gusto, though, is Hazlitt’s special -attribute: he glories in what he likes, what he reads, what he feels, what he -writes. He triumphed in his Kean, his Shakespeare, his Bill Neate, his Rousseau, -his coffee-and-cream and <em>Love for Love</em> in the inn-parlour at Alton. He relished -things; and expressed them with a relish. That is his ‘note.’ Some others have -relished only the consummate expression of nothing.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f29'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r29'>29</a>. </span>Listen, else, to Lamb himself: ‘Protesting against much that he has written, -and some things which he chooses to do; judging him by his conversation which -I enjoyed so long, and relished so deeply; or by his books, in those places where -no clouding passion intervenes, I should belie my own conscience if I said less -than that I think W. H. to be, in his natural and healthy state, one of the wisest -and finest spirits breathing. So far from being ashamed of that intimacy which -was betwixt us, it is my boast that I was able for so many years to have preserved -it entire; and I think I shall go to my grave without finding or expecting to find -such another companion.’ Thus does one Royalty celebrate the kingship and -enrich the immortality of another.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f30'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r30'>30</a>. </span>It is Steele’s; and the whole paper (No. 95) is in his most delightful manner. -The dream about the mistress, however, is given to Addison by the Editors, and -the general style of that number is his; though, from the story being related -personally of Bickerstaff, who is also represented as having been at that time in -the army, we conclude it to have originally come from Steele, perhaps in the -course of conversation. The particular incident is much more like a story of his -than of Addison’s.—H. T.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f31'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r31'>31</a>. </span>We had in our hands the other day an original copy of the <cite>Tatler</cite>, and a list -of the subscribers. It is curious to see some names there which we should hardly -think of, (that of Sir Isaac Newton is among them), and also to observe the degree -of interest excited by those of the different persons, which is not adjusted according -to the rules of the Heralds’ College.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f32'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r32'>32</a>. </span>Pope also declares that he had a particular regard for an old post which stood -in the court-yard before the house where he was brought up.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f33'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r33'>33</a>. </span>See also the passage in his prose works relating to the first design of <cite>Paradise -Lost</cite>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f34'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r34'>34</a>. </span></p> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘Oh! for my sake do you with fortune chide,</div> - <div class='line'>The guilty goddess of my harmless deeds,</div> - <div class='line'>That did not better for my life provide,</div> - <div class='line'>Than public means which public manners breeds.</div> - <div class='line'>Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,</div> - <div class='line'>And almost thence my nature is subdued</div> - <div class='line'>To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>At another time, we find him ‘desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope’: so -little was Shakspeare, as far as we can learn, enamoured of himself!</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f35'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r35'>35</a>. </span>See an Essay on the genius of Hogarth, by C. Lamb, published in a periodical -work, called the <em>Reflector</em>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f36'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r36'>36</a>. </span>‘A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it; it ascends me into the -brain, dries me there all the foolish, dull, and crudy vapours which environ it; and -makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, -which, delivered over to the tongue, becomes excellent wit,’ etc.—<cite>Second Part of -Henry IV.</cite></p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f37'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r37'>37</a>. </span>We have an instance in our own times of a man, equally devoid of understanding -and principle, but who manages the House of Commons by his <em>manner</em> -alone.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f38'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r38'>38</a>. </span>Mr. Wordsworth, who has written a sonnet to the King on the good that he -has done in the last fifty years, has made an attack on a set of gipsies for having -done nothing in four and twenty hours. ‘The stars had gone their rounds, but -they had not stirred from their place.’ And why should they, if they were comfortable -where they were? We did not expect this turn from Mr. Wordsworth, -whom we had considered as the prince of poetical idlers, and patron of the philosophy -of indolence, who formerly insisted on our spending our time ‘in a wise -passiveness.’ Mr. W. will excuse us if we are not converts to his recantation of -his original doctrine; for he who changes his opinion loses his authority. We -did not look for this Sunday-school philosophy from him. What had he himself -been doing in these four and twenty hours? Had he been admiring a flower, or -writing a sonnet? We hate the doctrine of utility, even in a philosopher, and -much more in a poet: for the only real utility is that which leads to enjoyment, -and the end is, in all cases, better than the means. A friend of ours from the -North of England proposed to make Stonehenge of some use, by building houses -with it. Mr. W.’s quarrel with the gipsies is an improvement on this extravagance, -for the gipsies are the only living monuments of the first ages of society. -They are an everlasting source of thought and reflection on the advantages and -disadvantages of the progress of civilisation: they are a better answer to the cotton -manufactories than Mr. W. has given in the <cite>Excursion</cite>. ‘They are a grotesque -ornament to the civil order.’ We should be sorry to part with Mr. Wordsworth’s -poetry, because it amuses and interests us: we should be still sorrier to part with -the tents of our old friends, the Bohemian philosophers, because they amuse and -interest us more. If any one goes a journey, the principal event in it is his meeting -with a party of gipsies. The pleasantest trait in the character of Sir Roger de -Coverley, is his interview with the gipsy fortune-teller. This is enough.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f39'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r39'>39</a>. </span>The Dissenters in this country (if we except the founders of sects, who fall -under a class by themselves) have produced only two remarkable men, Priestley -and Jonathan Edwards. The work of the latter on the Will is written with as much -power of logic, and more in the true spirit of philosophy, than any other metaphysical -work in the language. His object throughout is not to perplex the -question, but to satisfy his own mind and the reader’s. In general, the principle -of dissent arises more from want of sympathy and imagination, than from strength -of reason. The spirit of contradiction is not the spirit of philosophy.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f40'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r40'>40</a>. </span>The modern Quakers come as near the mark in these cases as they can. -They do not go to plays, but they are great attenders of spouting-clubs and lectures. -They do not frequent concerts, but run after pictures. We do not know exactly -how they stand with respect to the circulating libraries. A Quaker poet would be -a literary phenomenon.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f41'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r41'>41</a>. </span>We have made the above observations, not as theological partisans, but as -natural historians. We shall some time or other give the reverse of the picture; -for there are vices inherent in establishments and their thorough-paced adherents, -which well deserve to be distinctly pointed out.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f42'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r42'>42</a>. </span>Is all this a rhodomontade, or literal matter of fact, not credible in these -degenerate days?</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f43'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r43'>43</a>. </span>One of the most interesting traits of the amiable simplicity of Walton, is the -circumstance of his friendship for Cotton, one of the ‘swash-bucklers’ of the age. -Dr. Johnson said there were only three works which the reader was sorry to come -to the end of, <cite>Don Quixote</cite>, <cite>Robinson Crusoe</cite>, and the <cite>Pilgrim’s Progress</cite>. Perhaps -Walton’s <cite>Angler</cite> might be added to the number.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f44'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r44'>44</a>. </span>Oxberry’s manner of acting this character is a very edifying comment on the -text: he flings his arms about, like those of a figure pulled by strings, and seems -actuated by a pure spirit of infatuation, as if one blast of folly had taken possession -of his whole frame,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘And filled up all the mighty void of sense.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f45'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r45'>45</a>. </span>The following lines are remarkable for a certain cloying sweetness in the -repetition of the rhymes:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Titania.</em> Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;</div> - <div class='line'>Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,</div> - <div class='line'>With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;</div> - <div class='line'>The honey-bags steal from the humble bees,</div> - <div class='line'>And for night tapers crop their waxen thighs,</div> - <div class='line'>And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>To have my love to bed, and to arise:</div> - <div class='line'>And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,</div> - <div class='line'>To fan the moon beams from his sleeping eyes;’</div> - <div class='line'>Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f46'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r46'>46</a>. </span>The late ingenious Baron Grimm, of acute critical memory, was up to the -merit of the <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>. In his Correspondence, he says, ‘If it be true that -the nearer a writer is to Nature, the more certain he is of pleasing, it must be -allowed that the English, in their dramatic pieces, have greatly the advantage over -us. There reigns in them an inestimable tone of nature, which the timidity of -our taste has banished from French pieces. M. Patu has just published, in two -volumes, <em>A selection of smaller dramatic pieces, translated from the English</em>, which will -eminently support what I have advanced. The principal one among this selection -is the celebrated <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite> of Gay, which has had such an amazing run in -England. We are here in the very worst company imaginable; the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Dramatis Personæ</span></i> -are robbers, pickpockets, gaolers, prostitutes, and the like; yet we are highly -amused, and in no haste to quit them; and why? Because there is nothing in -the world more original or more natural. There is no occasion to compare our -most celebrated comic operas with this, to see how far we are removed from truth -and nature, and this is the reason that, notwithstanding our wit, we are almost -always flat and insipid. Two faults are generally committed by our writers, which -they seem incapable of avoiding. They think they have done wonders if they have -only faithfully copied the dictionaries of the personages they bring upon the stage, -forgetting that the great art is to chuse the moments of character and passion in -those who are to speak, since it is those moments alone that render them interesting. -For want of this discrimination, the piece necessarily sinks into insipidity -and monotony. Why do almost all M. Vade’s pieces fatigue the audience to -death? Because all his characters speak the same language; because each is a -perfect resemblance of the other. Instead of this, in the <cite>Beggar’s Opera</cite>, among -eight or ten girls of the town, each has her separate character, her peculiar traits, -her peculiar modes of expression, which give her a marked distinction from her -companions.’—Vol. i. p. 185.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f47'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r47'>47</a>. </span>He who speaks two languages has no country. The French, when they made -their language the common language of the Courts of Europe, gained more than by -all their subsequent conquests.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f48'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r48'>48</a>. </span>There is, however, in the African physiognomy a grandeur and a force, arising -from this uniform character of violence and abruptness. It is consistent with -itself throughout. Entire deformity can only be found where the features have -not only no symmetry or softness in themselves, but have no connection with one -another, presenting every variety of wretchedness, and a jumble of all sorts of -defects, such as we see in Hogarth or in the streets of London; for instance, a -large bottle-nose, with a small mouth twisted awry.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f49'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r49'>49</a>. </span>The following version, communicated by a classical friend, is exact and -elegant:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘He said; and strait the herald Argicide</div> - <div class='line'>Beneath his feet his winged sandals tied,</div> - <div class='line'>Immortal, golden, that his flight could bear</div> - <div class='line'>O’er seas and lands, like waftage of the air.</div> - <div class='line'>His rod too, that can close the eyes of men</div> - <div class='line'>In balmy sleep, and open them again,</div> - <div class='line'>He took, and holding it in hand, went flying:</div> - <div class='line'>Till, from Pieria’s top the sea descrying,</div> - <div class='line'>Down to it sheer he dropp’d; and scour’d away</div> - <div class='line'>Like the wild gull, that, fishing o’er the bay,</div> - <div class='line'>Flaps on, with pinions dipping in the brine;—</div> - <div class='line'>So went on the far sea the shape divine.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in34'><cite>Odyssey</cite>, book v.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>——‘That was Arion crown’d:—</div> - <div class='line'>So went he playing on the wat’ry plain.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in34'><cite>Faerie Queen.</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>There is a striking description in Mr. Burke’s Reflections of the late Queen of -France, whose charms had left their poison in the heart of this Irish orator and -patriot, and set the world in a ferment sixteen years afterwards. ‘And surely -never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful -vision.’ The idea is in Don Quixote, where the Duenna speaks of the air with -which the Duchess ‘treads, or rather seems to disdain the ground she walks on.’ -We have heard the same account of the gracefulness of Marie Antoinette from an -artist, who saw her at Versailles much about the same time that Mr. Burke did. -He stood in one corner of a little antechamber, and as the doors were narrow, she -was obliged to pass sideways with her hoop. She glided by him in an instant, as if -borne on a cloud.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f50'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r50'>50</a>. </span>In a fruit or flower-piece by Vanhuysum, the minutest details acquire a certain -grace and beauty from the delicacy with which they are finished. The eye dwells -with a giddy delight on the liquid drops of dew, on the gauze wings of an insect, -on the hair and feathers of a bird’s nest, the streaked and speckled egg-shells, the -fine legs of the little travelling caterpillar. Who will suppose that the painter had -not the same pleasure in detecting these nice distinctions in nature, that the critic -has in tracing them in the picture?</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f51'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r51'>51</a>. </span>We here allude particularly to Turner, the ablest landscape painter now -living, whose pictures are, however, too much abstractions of aerial perspective, -and representations not so properly of the objects of nature as of the medium -through which they are seen. They are the triumph of the knowledge of the -artist, and of the power of the pencil over the barrenness of the subject. They -are pictures of the elements of air, earth, and water. The artist delights to go -back to the first chaos of the world, or to that state of things when the waters -were separated from the dry land, and light from darkness, but as yet no living -thing nor tree bearing fruit was seen upon the face of the earth. All is ‘without -form and void.’ Some one said of his landscapes that they were <em>pictures of nothing, -and very like</em>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f52'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r52'>52</a>. </span>Raphael not only could not paint a landscape; he could not paint people in a -landscape. He could not have painted the heads or the figures, or even the dresses, -of the St. Peter Martyr. His figures have always an <em>in-door</em> look, that is, a set, -determined, voluntary, dramatic character, arising from their own passions, or a -watchfulness of those of others, and want that wild uncertainty of expression, which -is connected with the accidents of nature and the changes of the elements. He has -nothing <em>romantic</em> about him.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f53'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r53'>53</a>. </span>A good-natured man will always have a smack of pedantry about him. A -lawyer, who talks about law, <em>certioraris</em>, <em>noli prosequis</em>, and silk gowns, though he -may be a blockhead, is by no means dangerous. It is a very bad sign (unless -where it arises from singular modesty) when you cannot tell a man’s profession -from his conversation. Such persons either feel no interest in what concerns -them most, or do not express what they feel. ‘Not to admire any thing’ is a very -unsafe rule. A London apprentice, who did not admire the Lord Mayor’s coach, -would stand a good chance of being hanged. We know but one person absurd -enough to have formed his whole character on the above maxim of Horace, and -who affects a superiority over others from an uncommon degree of natural and -artificial stupidity.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f54'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r54'>54</a>. </span>‘<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Je crois que l’imagination étoit la première de ses facultés, et qu’elle absorboit -même toutes les autres.</span>’—P. 80.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f55'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r55'>55</a>. </span>‘<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Il avoit une grande puissance de raison sur les matieres abstraites, sur les -objets qui n’ont de réalité que dans la pensée</span>,’ etc.—P. 81.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f56'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r56'>56</a>. </span>He did more towards the French Revolution than any other man. Voltaire, -by his wit and penetration, had rendered superstition contemptible, and tyranny -odious: but it was Rousseau who brought the feeling of irreconcilable enmity to -rank and privileges, <em>above humanity</em>, home to the bosom of every man,—identified it -with all the pride of intellect, and with the deepest yearnings of the human heart.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f57'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r57'>57</a>. </span>We shall here give one passage as an example, which has always appeared to -us the very perfection of this kind of personal and local description. It is that -where he gives an account of his being one of the choristers at the Cathedral at -Chambery: ‘<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">On jugera bien que la vie de la maîtrise toujours chantante et gaie, -avec les Musiciens et les Enfans de chœur, me plaisoit plus que celle du Séminaire -avec les Peres de S. Lazare. Cependant, cette vie, pour être plus libre, n’en étoit -pas moins égale et réglée. J’étois fait pour aimer l’indépendance et pour n’en -abuser jamais. Durant six mois entiers, je ne sortis pas une seule fois, que pour -aller chez Maman ou à l’Église, et je n’en fus pas même tenté. Cette intervalle est -un de ceux où j’ai vécu dans le plus grand calme, et que je me suis rappelé avec le -plus de plaisir. Dans les situations diverses où je me suis trouvé, quelques uns out -été marqués par un tel sentiment de bien-être, qu’en les remémorant j’en suis affecté -comme si j’y étois encore. Non seulement je me rappelle les tems, les lieux, les -personnes, mais tous les objets environnans, la température de l’air, son odeur, sa -couleur, une certaine impression locale qui ne s’est fait sentir que là, et dont le -souvenir vif m’y transporte de nouveau. Par exemple, tout ce qu’on répétait a la -maîtrise, tout ce qu’on chantoit au chœur, tout ce qu’on y faisoit, le bel et noble -habit des Chanoines, les hasubles des Prêtres, les mitres des Chantres, la figure des -Musiciens, un vieux Charpentier boiteux qui jouoit de la contrebasse, un petit Abbé -biondin qui jouoit du violon, le lambeau de soutane qu’après avoir posé son épée, -M. le Maître endossoit par-dessus son habit laïque, et le beau surplis fin dont il en -couvrait les loques pour aller au chœur; l’orgueil avec lequel j’allois, tenant ma -petite flûte à bec, m’établir dans l’orchestre, à la tribune, pour un petit bout de récit -que M. le Maître avoit fait exprès pour moi: le bon diner qui nous attendoit -ensuite, le bon appétit qu’on y portoit:—ce concours d’objets vivement retracé m’a -cent fois charmé dans ma mémoire, autant et plus que dans la realité. J’ai gardé -toujours une affection tendre pour un certain air du</span> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Conditor alme syderum</span></i> <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">qui -marche par iambes; parce qu’un Dimanche de l’Avent j’entendis de mon lit chanter -cette hymne, avant le jour, sur le perron de la Cathédrale, selon un rite de cette -eglise là. Mlle. <em>Merceret</em>, femme de chambre de Maman, savoit un peu de -musique; je n’oublierai jamais un petit motet <em>afferte</em>, que M. le Maître me fit -chanter avec elle, et que sa maîtresse écoutait avec tant de plaisir. Enfin tout, -jusqu’à la bonne servante <em>Perrine</em>, qui étoit si bonne fille, et que les enfans de chœur -faisoient tant endêver—tout dans les souvenirs de ces tems de bonheur et d’innocence -revient souvent me ravir et m’attrister.</span>’—<cite>Confessions</cite>, <span class='fss'>LIV.</span> iii. p. 283.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f58'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r58'>58</a>. </span>Burns, when about to sail for America after the first publication of his poems, -consoled himself with ‘the delicious thought of being regarded as a clever fellow, -though on the other side of the Atlantic.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f59'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r59'>59</a>. </span>This man (Burke) who was a half poet and a half philosopher, has done more -mischief than perhaps any other person in the world. His understanding was not -competent to the discovery of any truth, but it was sufficient to palliate a falsehood; -his reasons, of little weight in themselves, thrown into the scale of power, -were dreadful. Without genius to adorn the beautiful, he had the art to throw a -dazzling veil over the deformed and disgusting; and to strew the flowers of -imagination over the rotten carcass of corruption, not to prevent, but to communicate -the infection. His jealousy of Rousseau was one chief cause of his opposition -to the French Revolution. The writings of the one had changed the institutions -of a kingdom; while the speeches of the other, with the intrigues of his whole -party, had changed nothing but the <em>turnspit of the King’s kitchen</em>. He would have -blotted out the broad pure light of Heaven, because it did not first shine in at the -little Gothic windows of St. Stephen’s Chapel. The genius of Rousseau had -levelled the towers of the Bastile with the dust; our zealous reformist, who would -rather be doing mischief than nothing, tried, therefore, to patch them up again, by -calling that loathsome dungeon the King’s castle, and by fulsome adulation of the -virtues of a Court strumpet. This man,—but enough of him here.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f60'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r60'>60</a>. </span>This word is not English.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f61'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r61'>61</a>. </span>Written in 1806.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f62'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r62'>62</a>. </span>Plato’s cave, in which he supposes a man to be shut up all his life with his -back to the light, and to see nothing of the figures of men, or other objects that -pass by, but their shadows on the opposite wall of his cell, so that when he is let -out and sees the real figures, he is only dazzled and confounded by them, seems an -ingenious satire on the life of a book-worm.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f63'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r63'>63</a>. </span>The following lively description of this actress is given by Cibber in his -Apology:—</p> - -<p class='c000'>‘What found most employment for her whole various excellence at once, was -the part of Melantha, in <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Marriage-à-la-mode</span>. Melantha is as finished an impertinent -as ever fluttered in a drawing-room, and seems to contain the most -complete system of female foppery that could possibly be crowded into the tortured -form of a fine lady. Her language, dress, motion, manners, soul, and body, are -in a continual hurry to be something more than is necessary or commendable. -And though I doubt it will be a vain labour to offer you a just likeness of Mrs. -Montfort’s action, yet the fantastic impression is still so strong in my memory, -that I cannot help saying something, though fantastically, about it. The first -ridiculous airs that break from her are upon a gallant never seen before, who -delivers her a letter from her father, recommending him to her good graces as an -honourable lover. Here now, one would think she might naturally shew a little -of the sex’s decent reserve, though never so slightly covered! No, sir; not a tittle -of it; modesty is the virtue of a poor-soul’d country gentlewoman: she is too -much a court-lady, to be under so vulgar a confusion: she reads the letter, therefore, -with a careless, dropping lip, and an erected brow, humming it hastily over, -as if she were impatient to outgo her father’s commands, by making a complete -conquest of him at once: and that the letter might not embarrass her attack, -crack! she crumbles it at once into her palm, and pours upon him her whole -artillery of airs, eyes, and motion; down goes her dainty, diving body to the -ground, as if she were sinking under the conscious load of her own attractions; -then launches into a flood of fine language and compliment, still playing her chest -forward in fifty falls and risings, like a swan upon waving water; and, to complete -her impertinence, she is so rapidly fond of her own wit, that she will not -give her lover leave to praise it: Silent assenting bows, and vain endeavours to -speak, are all the share of the conversation he is admitted to, which at last he is -relieved from, by her engagement to half a score visits, which she <em>swims</em> from him -to make, with a promise to return in a twinkling.’—<cite>The Life of Colley Cibber</cite>, -p. 138.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f64'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r64'>64</a>. </span><span class='pageno' id='Page_362'>362</span>A few alterations and corrections have been inserted in the present edition.</p> - -<div class='c017'>[Note by W. H. to Second Edition.]</div> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f65'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r65'>65</a>. </span>See the passage, beginning—‘It is impossible you should see this, were they as -prime as goats,’ etc.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f66'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r66'>66</a>. </span></p> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘<em>Iago.</em> Ay, too gentle.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Othello.</em> Nay, that’s certain.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f67'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r67'>67</a>. </span>In the account of her death, a friend has pointed out an instance of the poet’s -exact observation of nature:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘There is a willow growing o’er a brook,</div> - <div class='line'>That shews its hoary leaves i’ th’ glassy stream.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>The inside of the leaves of the willow, next the water, is of a whitish colour, and -the reflection would therefore be ‘hoary.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f68'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r68'>68</a>. </span>See an article, called <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Theatralia</span></i>, in the second volume of the <cite>Reflector</cite>, by -Charles Lamb.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f69'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r69'>69</a>. </span>There is another instance of the same distinction in Hamlet and Ophelia. -Hamlet’s pretended madness would make a very good real madness in any other -author.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f70'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r70'>70</a>. </span>The river wanders at its own sweet will.—<span class='sc'>Wordsworth.</span></p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f71'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r71'>71</a>. </span>The lady, we here see, gives up the argument, but keeps her mind.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f72'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r72'>72</a>. </span><span class='pageno' id='Page_412'>412</span>See the Examiner, Feb. 9.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f73'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r73'>73</a>. </span>‘I hated my profession’ (the business of a shoemaker, to which he was bound -prentice) ‘with a perfect hatred.’ See <em>Mr. Gifford’s Life of Himself prefixed to his -Juvenal</em>. He seems to have liked few things else better from that day to this. -He tells us in the same work (though this is hardly what I should call being ‘a -good hater’) that he did not much like his father, and was not sorry when he -died. This candid and amiable personage always overflowed with ‘the milk of -human kindness.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f74'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r74'>74</a>. </span>‘Undoubtedly the translator of Juvenal.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f75'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r75'>75</a>. </span>‘It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man -to enter the kingdom of heaven.’ Mr. Gifford here seems to exclude his band of -gentlemen-pensioners, whom he pays on earth, from bursting with obscure worth -into the realms of day. It is thus that Jacobin sentiments sprout from the -commonest sympathy, and are even unavoidable in a government critic, when the -common claims of humanity touch his pity or his self-love.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f76'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r76'>76</a>. </span>A quotation of Mr. Gifford’s from Shakespeare. Yet he reproaches me with -quoting from Shakespeare.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f77'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r77'>77</a>. </span>To Apollo.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f78'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r78'>78</a>. </span>Humanity stands as little in this author’s way as truth when his object is to -please. It was in the same spirit of unmanly adulation that he struck at Mrs. -Robinson’s lameness and ‘her crutches,’ with a hand, that ought to have been -withered in the attempt by the lightning of public indignation and universal scorn. -Mr. Sheridan once spoke of certain politicians in his day who ‘skulked behind the -throne, and made use of the sceptre as a conductor to carry off the lightning of -national indignation which threatened to consume them.’ There are certain small -critics and poetasters who have always been trying to do the same thing.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f79'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r79'>79</a>. </span>This word is not very choice English: the character is not English.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f80'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r80'>80</a>. </span>See the Mæviad, l. 365, etc.:—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I too, whose voice no claims <em>but truth’s e’er mov’d</em>,</div> - <div class='line'>Who long have seen thy merits, long have lov’d;</div> - <div class='line'>Yet lov’d in silence, lest the rout should say,</div> - <div class='line'>Too partial friendship tun’d the applausive lay;</div> - <div class='line'>Now, now, that all conspire thy name to raise,</div> - <div class='line'>May join the shout of unsuspected praise.’</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f81'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r81'>81</a>. </span>‘To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten -thousand.’—<span class='sc'>Shakspeare.</span></p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f82'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r82'>82</a>. </span>This character, (which has not been relished,) appeared originally in a small -pamphlet in 1806, called Free Thoughts on Public Affairs, with a note acknowledging -my obligations for the leading ideas to an article of Mr. Coleridge’s, in the -Morning Post, Feb. 1800.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f83'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r83'>83</a>. </span>This extreme tenderness, it is to be observed, is felt by a person who in his -Life of Ben Jonson, hopes that God will forgive Shakspeare for having written -his plays!</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f84'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r84'>84</a>. </span>It was a phrase, (I have understood,) common in this gentleman’s mouth, that -Robespierre, by destroying the lives of thousands, saved the lives of millions. Or, -as Mr. Wordsworth has lately expressed the same thought with a different -application, ‘Carnage is the daughter of humanity.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f85'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r85'>85</a>. </span>You have spelt it wrong (Marocchius), on purpose for what I know.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f86'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r86'>86</a>. </span>Quoted from the <cite>Edinburgh Review</cite>, No. 56.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f87'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r87'>87</a>. </span><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 14.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f88'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r88'>88</a>. </span>For Tramezzani and William Augustus Conway (1789–1828), who were not favourites of -Hazlitt, see <cite>A View of the English Stage</cite>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f89'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r89'>89</a>. </span><cite>Paradise Lost</cite>, <span class='fss'>IV.</span> 299.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f90'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r90'>90</a>. </span><cite>Don Quixote</cite>, Book <span class='fss'>III.</span> Chap. xxv.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f91'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r91'>91</a>. </span><cite>The Canterbury Tales.</cite> <cite>The Wife of Bath’s Prologue</cite>, ll. 593–599.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f92'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r92'>92</a>. </span><cite>Hamlet</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 2.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f93'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r93'>93</a>. </span>Cobbett’s <cite>Weekly Political Register</cite> for November 18, 1815 (vol. xxix). Cobbett’s -outburst against Milton and Shakespeare is headed ‘On the subject of potatoes.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f94'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r94'>94</a>. </span>See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, p. 116.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f95'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r95'>95</a>. </span><em>Œuvres</em>, xxxv. p. 159.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f96'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r96'>96</a>. </span>Probably the Letter from Paris, dated September 23, 1815, relating to the disposal of -the works of art acquired by Napoleon.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f97'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r97'>97</a>. </span>See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, pp. 140–151. The <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Catalogue</span></cite> appeared in <cite>The Morning Chronicle</cite> during the -autumn of 1815 and the spring of 1816, beginning on September 22, 1815.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f98'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r98'>98</a>. </span>The reference seems to be to Samuel Parr (1747–1825) and Charles Burney (1757–1817). -See Hazlitt’s essay ‘On the Ignorance of the Learned’ in <cite>Table Talk</cite>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f99'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r99'>99</a>. </span><cite>2 Henry IV.</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>II.</span> Scene 4.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f100'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r100'>100</a>. </span><cite>Midsummer Night’s Dream</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>I.</span> Scene 2.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f101'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r101'>101</a>. </span><cite>Political Register</cite>, July 30, 1802.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f102'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r102'>102</a>. </span>See <cite>The Faerie Queene</cite>, <span class='fss'>II.</span> xii. st. 86 and 87.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f103'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r103'>103</a>. </span>A variation, quoted from Burke (<cite>A Letter to a Noble Lord</cite>), of Shakespeare’s well-known -lines in <cite>The Tempest</cite>, Act <span class='fss'>IV.</span> Scene 1.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f104'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r104'>104</a>. </span>For Burke on Rousseau see especially <cite>A Letter to a Member of the National Assembly</cite> -(1791).</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f105'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r105'>105</a>. </span></p> -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>‘I give you joy of the report,</div> - <div class='line'>That he’s to have a place at court.’</div> - <div class='line'>‘Yes, and a place he will grow rich in;</div> - <div class='line'>A turnspit in the royal kitchen.’</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>Swift, Miscell. Poems, <cite>Upon the Horrid Plot</cite>, etc.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c000'>See Burke’s Speech (1780) on Economical Reform.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f106'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r106'>106</a>. </span><cite>Reflections on the Revolution in France</cite> (<cite>Select Works</cite>, ed. Payne, ii. 17).</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f107'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r107'>107</a>. </span>See Southey’s <cite>Carmen Triumphale</cite>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f108'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r108'>108</a>. </span>See the Notes to Southey’s <cite>Carmen Triumphale</cite>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f109'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r109'>109</a>. </span>See <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ante</span></i>, note to p. 45.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f110'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r110'>110</a>. </span><cite>Tristram Shandy</cite>, <span class='fss'>IX.</span> 26.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f111'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r111'>111</a>. </span>In the <cite>Life of Napoleon</cite> Hazlitt refers to this saying, which he calls ‘quackery.’</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f112'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r112'>112</a>. </span>‘Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thorough-bred metaphysician.’ -<cite>A Letter to a Noble Lord</cite> (<cite>Works</cite>, Bohn, <span class='fss'>V.</span> 141).</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f113'> -<p class='c000'><span class='label'><a href='#r113'>113</a>. </span>From the <cite>Essay on Poetry</cite> of John Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham.</p> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>Printed by T. and A. <span class='sc'>Constable</span>, (late) Printers to Her Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='tnotes'> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</h2> -</div> - <ol class='ol_1 c002'> - <li>No attempt was made to standardize inconsistencies in spelling such as Shakespear, - Shakespeare, and Shakspeare. - - </li> - <li>Changed “dissoûte” to “dissoute” on p. <a href='#txxxi'>xxxi</a>. - - </li> - <li>Changed “etoit” to “étoit” on p. <a href='#t90'>90</a>. - - </li> - <li>Changed “bonhommie” to “bonhomme” on p. <a href='#t208'>208</a>. - - </li> - <li>Silently corrected typographical errors. - - </li> - <li>Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. - </li> - </ol> - -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The collected works of William -Hazlitt, Vol. 1 (of 12), by William Hazlitt - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLLECTED WORKS--WILLIAM HAZLITT, VOL 1 *** - -***** This file should be named 55932-h.htm or 55932-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/5/9/3/55932/ - -Produced by Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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