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PRIDE AND VANITY.

be as much, if not more highly grati

fied than the beauty--but her feeling MR EDITOR,

would be vanity

3d, A man of the world who seeks Having lately heard a young lady, gratification and courts applause) who is one of your readers, say, from drinking six bottles of claret at that “ she thought it very difficult to a sitting, or seducing his friends' distinguish between Pride and Vanity," wife or daughter, may be vain;

he I have sent you this hasty sketch, cannot be proud of such actions. But rather common place perhaps, which a man who subjects himself to the may serve in some measure to explain greatest deprivations to promote the the difference between these two pre- interests of his country, or risks his vailing points of character, should you life to preserve the family of his think it worthy of a place in Black- friend from disgrace and ruin, may wood's Magazine.

justly be proud of his conduct. Although Pride and Vanity differ in 4th, Were Mr Hogg, when in comvarious respects and degrees, yet cer- pany with Mr to be complimenttainly it often requires some experi- ed as the undoubted author of the ence and tact to distinguish between Tales of my Landlord, and were he the one and the other. However, the seemingly to swallow the compliment, general observation appears to be a his acquiescence would proceed from vagood one, " that Pride is founded on nity, while Mr would, with all his an estimable action, whereas Vanity reserve, feel proud of the praise, especie may be founded on an action, not only ally if it came from a judicious critic. not estimable, but entirely useless, But, I am sorry to remark, that there are and even highly culpable.”

people whose vanity leads them a step Another general distinction between still farther, and who unblushingly Pride and Vanity is this, “ that the endeavour to palm upon their friends proud man rests satisfied with the ap- and neighbours literary productions as probation of his own mind, whereas their own, from which they have no The vain man eagerly courts gratifica merit, and in which they have, intion from the applause of others,"--all deed, had no hand, other than the emwhich I shall endeavour to exemplify ployment of their right hand, in writin a manner as practicable as possible. ing out a fair copy. This is vanity

1st, Should an Astronomer, after a combined with lying and stealing long life spent in severe study, disco- but, like murder, seldom escapes de ver a new constellation, he might fair- tection, and from its odious meanness ly be proud of his success, though his and turpitude, deserves (next to boastdiscovery should not procure him the ing of favours from the fair sex) the meed of public applause. Were a vo most severe reprobation. I could be tary of that exhilarating sport called more pointed and particular, but have coursing, to find a hare more readily no doubt that the remark as it stands than his brother sportsmen in the will find a ready application. field, and receive their praise for his There are doubtless many other adroitness, he would probably be as shades of difference between pride and much gratified by the discovery of vanity, which it does not suit my premawkin, as the Astronomer would be sent purpose to exhibit; but the foreby the discovery of the constellation- going truisms may possibly be of some but as there is nothing very estimable, farther than has reference to a tureen the distinction rests, and may serve as

use to shew, at least in part, wherein of soup, in finding a hare, the sports- a sort of familiar illustration to my man's feeling would be vanity.

fair young friend, and also to others, 2d, Were a beautiful and accom

whose practice in such matters may plished woman to overhear the well

prevail over their theory. merited praise of her own charms

It is hoped that this exposition of from the lips of an amiable and sensi

little pretence will not be considered ble man, she might, and probably

with an eye of scorn, because, without would be proud of the tribute. Were

entering into nice distinctions, an enan ugly, vulgar woman, to overhear

deavour has been made to render it as her fancied perfections praised by a plain as

A. B. C. fool, or a puppy, she would, I imagine,

I VOL. IV.

ANALYTICAL ESSAYS ON THE EARLY at once acknowledge that the revival ENGLISH DRAMATISTS.

of this great worthy was a work fitting

the most acute, accurate, judicious, No VI.

and learned of the critics and com

mentators on our dramatic literature. The Traitor.-SHIRLEY.* That our readers may be enabled to

judge of the value of those treasures “ SHIRLEY,” says Mr Lambe in his which Mr Gifford is about to restore Specimens of the Early English Dra- from oblivion, we shall give them an matic Poets, “ claims a place among analysis of the tragedy of “ The Traithe worthies of this period, not so tor,” and some of its finest passages. much for any transcendent genius in It is for this purpose that we deviate himself, as that he was the last of a from that chronological order which great race; all of whom spoke nearly we have hitherto followed ; and perthe same language, and had a set of haps our readers will, independently moral feelings and notions in common. of this, be pleased to meet with speciA new language, and quite a new turn mens of a tragedy more regular in its of tragic and comic interest came in design, and more uniformly elegant in with the restoration.” It is true, that the execution, than the original but Shirley is excelled by several of his imperfect dramas of Marlow and Webcontemporaries in depth of passion, ster. We understand too, that this which is the soul of tragedy ; but we tragedy is soon to be brought out, cannot grant that he is not entitled, on with alterations, on the stage of Cohis own peculiar merits, to take his vent Garden ; and from the wellseat among those immortals. We known taste, judgment and genius of shall have an opportunity to speak at the gentleman (Mr Shiel), to whom length of his genius, when Mr Gif- these alterations are, we hear, intrustford's edition of his plays appears; ed, there can be no doubt that it will when the world, now little acquainted be successful. with their multifarious beauties, will It is called “ The Traitor," because * We are not acquainted with any par

Lorenzo, the ruling character, kinsticulars of Shirley's life that are not men

man and favourite of Alexander Duke tioned in the following passage from “ El. of Florence, plots the overthrow of his lis's Specimens,” &c. If any thing farther Prince and benefactor. In the second can be brought to light, it will not escape scene, which is written with great elothe research of Mr Gifford.

quence and animation, and moreover, “ James Shirley was born in London truly dramatic, the Duke, who has about 1594, educated at Merchant Taylor's received letters unveiling the treachery Schools, entered at St John's College, Oxford, and afterwards, having taken no de

of Lorenzo, taxes him with his guilt. gree, removed to Catharine Hall, Cam

That arch-traitor repels the charge bridge, (Vid. Bancroft's Epigrams, 4to, with crafty indignation, and convinces 1639, B. I. Ep. 13.) He successively be- his credulous kinsman of his innocame an English divine, a Popish school

The following lines will serve master, and a deservedly celebrated writer to show the character of the dialogue : of plays, (of which he published 39), from 1629 to 1660. He was patronised by Wil Lor. This, o' the sudden, liam Duke of Newcastle, (whom he assisted, Sir ; I must owe the title of a Traitor according to Wood, in the composition of To your high favours ; envy first conspir’d, his plays, as well as Ogilby, by notes for And malice now accuses : but what story his translation), and followed this his pa Mention’d his name, that had his prince's tron's fortunes in the wars, till the decline of bosom, the royal cause, when he retired obscurely to Without the people's hate? 'tis sin enough, London. Here he was countenanced by his In some men, to be great ; the throng of learned friend T. Stanley, Esq., and during the suppression of the theatres, followed his The rout and common people of the sky, old trade of school teaching, in which he Move still another way than the sun does, educated many eminent men. He died in That gilds the creature: take your honours 1660, immediately after the great fire of back, London, and was interred in the same grave And, if you can, that purple of my veins, with his second wife, who died the same Which flows in your's, and you shall leave day, and was supposed, as well as Shirley, to have owed her death to the fright occa A state I shall not fear the great one's envy, sioned by that calamity. Besides his plays, Nor common people's rage; and yet, perhe published a volume of poems, 1646, haps, 12mo."

You may be credulous against me.

cence.

stars,

me in

tues.

Escaped from this peril, Lorenzo Conduct him, good Lorenzo, I'll dispose undertakes to forward the designs of My house for this great scene of death. the Duke on Amidea, that her brother In pursuance of this scheme, SciSciarrha, a man fierce and jealous of arrha, in his first interview with his his family's honour, may be thus in sister Amidea, pretends to her that he stigated to murder the seducer.

wishes her to submit to the Duke's The second act, accordingly, opens embraces, as the best means of the adwith a conversation between Lorenzo vancement of the family. The lady and Sciarrha, in which the latter, listens with indignation to the vile when informed of the dishonour me proposal, and after one of those fine, ditated against his sister, is worked up animated, dignified altercations, of by the artifices of the “ Traitor” into which there are so many, similar in furious passion.

subject and sentiment, in the old draSci. My sister! Though he be the duke, matists, Sciarrha, proud of his sister's he dares not.

virtue, exclaims Patience, patience ! if there be such a virtue,

Sci. Let me kiss thee,
I want it, Heaven; yet keep it a little longer, My excellent, chaste sister.Florio,
It were a sin to have it; such an injury

Thou hast my soul ; I did but try your virDeserves a wrath next to your own. My sister!

'Tis truth, the duke does love thee, viciously, It has thrown wild-fire in my brain, Lorenzo, Let him, let him ! he comes to be our guest; A thousand Furies revel in my skull.

This night he means to revel at our house, Has he not sins enough in's court to damn The Tarquin shall be entertain'd; he shall. him,

We cannot forbear quoting part of But my roof must be guilty of new lusts,

this fine scene. And none but Amidea ? these the honours

As Amidea approachHis presence brings our house !

es, Sciarrha says to her brother Florio, Lor. Temper your rage.

Is she not fair, Sci. Are all the brothels rifled ? no quaint Exceeding beautiful, and tempting, Florio ? piece

Look on her well, methinks I could turn Left him in Florence, that will meet his hot

poet, And valiant luxury, that we are came to

And make her a more excellent piece than

heaven. Supply his blood out of our families ? Diseases gnaw his title off!

Let not fond men hereafter commend what Lor. My lord

They most admire, by fetching from the stars, Sci. He is no prince of mine; he forfeited

Or flowers, their glory of similitude, His greatness that black minute he first gave

But from thyself the rule to know all beauty; Consent to my dishonour.

And he that shall arrive at so much baldness, Lor. Then I'm sorry

To his mistress' eyes, or voice, or breath, Sci. Why should you be sorry, sir ?

Are half so bright, so clear, so sweet as thine, You say it is my sister he would strumpet,

Hath told the world enough of miracle. Mine ! Amidea ! 'tis a wound you feel not;

These are the duke's own raptures, Amidea ; But it strikes through and through the poor

His own poetic flames ; an argument
Sciarrha.

He loves my sister.
I do not think but all the ashes of

He then begins his temptation in a My ancestors do swell in their dark urns, strain of warmth and vigour, characAt this report of Amidea's shame :

teristic of the safe fearlessness of the It is their cause, as well as mine; and should Heaven suffer the duke's sin to pass unpu

energetic minds of old. nishid,

Sci. What do great ladies do at court, I Their dust must of necessity conspire To make an earthquake in the temple.

Enjoy the pleasures of the world, dance, kiss Lorenzo finding Sciarrha in this The amorous lords, and change court breath; key, admits him to his confidence- Belief of other heaven ; tell wanton dreams,

sing ; lose informs him of his design to destroy Rehearse their sprightly bed-scenes, and Alexander--and before they part, Sci

boast, which arrha vows to put that prince to death, Hath most idolaters ; accuse all faces in revenge for his insult to Amidea. That trust to the simplicity of nature,

Lor. From horrid rape---'las, Amidea! Talk witty blasphemy, Sci. I am resolv'd; by all that's blest, he Discourse their gaudy wardrobes, plot new dies.

pride, Return my willingness to be his pander, Jest upon courtiers' legs, laugh at the waga My sister's readiness to meet his dalliance ; ging His promises have bought our shame :---he Of their own feathers, and a thousand more

Delights, which private ladies never think of. The roof he would dishonour with his lust" But above all, and wherein thou shalt make Shall be his tomb ;-bid him be confident ; All other beauties envy thee, the duke,

say

pray?

dies ;

The duke himself shall call thee his, and and there assemble the Duke, Amidea, single

Lorenzo, Sciarrha, Florio, &c. From the fair troop thy person forth, to ex Duke. Sciarrha, you exceed in entertainchange

ment; Embraces with, lay siege to these soft lips, Banquet our eyes too ? And not remove, till he hath suck'd thy Lor. He will feast all senses. heart,

Sci. Only a toy, my lord ; I cannot call't Which soon dissolv'd with thy sweet breath,

A masque, not worthy of this presence, yet shall be

It speaks the freedom of my heart, and graMade part of his, at the same instant he

titude Conveying a new soul into thy breast

For this great honour. With a creating kiss.

Duke. Amidea must Amidea's first answer to “ what is Sit near us. your resolve ?” is simply beautiful. Sci. Lords, your places ; 'twill not be Ami. To have my name

Worth half this ceremony.--Let them begin. Stand in the ivory register of virgins

Sciarrha is right in saying that the When I am dead. Before one factious entertainment which follows can scarcethought

ly be called a masque, for it is rather Should lurk within me to betray my fame an imitation of the old moralities. To such a blot, my hands shall mutiny,

The characters are Lust, Youth, PleaAnd boldly with a poinard teach my heart

sure, Death, and Furies. The whole To weep out a repentance.

representation is intended to shadow In the meanwhile, it appears that forth the wickedness of the Duke, and Amidea had been tenderly beloved by the fate that awaits him. Sciarrha sits Pisano, who had transferred his affec- by him, explains the spectacle, and tions to Oriana. His friend Cosmo watches his unsuspecting victim. Afa loves Oriana, but shews the depth and ter the song of Lust, which contains sincerity of his friendship, by giving some strong lines, the Duke asks, up all claim on her to his rival. We

Duke. What's he? discover, from the first scene of the

Sci. A wild young man that follows Lust; play, that the Traitor Lorenzo, afraid He has too much blood, it seems. lest Cosmo might become dangerous Duke. Why looks he back ? in the state, if possessed of Oriana's Sci. There is a thing callid Death, that wealth, had worked upon Pisano to

follows him ; forget his first love, and lay siege to

With a large train of Furies ; but the Syrens the mistress of his friend. He also of Lust make him secure, and now the hag

Embraces him, and circles him with pleahopes that tragical effects to both parties may result from this inconstancy; The harpies mean to dance too. Both ladies therefore, Amidea and

If this scene is to be retained in the Oriana, are deserted by those they love. representation, and we presume it will, This, we think, is rather a clumsy, fine music may render it very impres, and not very probable, contrivance, but sive. The character of the Duke, and without doubt, it produces, through- the situation of peril in which his out the play, several interesting situa

own wickedness has placed him, make tions, and much pathos. Amidea's be the mind willing to receive wild imhaviour, when informed by. Pisano pressions, and to gaze on wild em, that she no longer possesses his affec- blems of retribution. We are not well tions, is touching and dignified ; and acquainted with the liberties allowed there is still greater beauty in the in fitting old plays for the stage, but scene between Cosmo and Oriana, assuredly a man of genius may renwhen he intreats her, with indiffer- der this scene a very striking-even ence ill assumed and not long preserve terrible one. ed, to transfer her love to Pisano.

At the close of the masque, Sciara This

scene would act well, being full rha brings the Duke to Amidea. This of affection and earnestness, and the lofty-minded pure-souled lady has relanguage being singularly musical and solved to save the Duke's life, by conbeautiful. Oriana submits to her fate. verting him from his wicked purpose " I've heard too much ; do with me what against her virtue. Sciarrha and Floyou please,

rio remain concealed to watch the is. I am all passive-nothing of myself, sue of her conversation with the amo. But an obedience to unhappiness.”

rous Duke. The whole scene is exIn the third act, preparations for a cellent. The Duke exclaims to Ami. masque are made in Sciarrha's house, dea

sures;

Duke. That question is propounded time Sci. We will not shift the scene till you ly: hadst thou

believe it. Not interrupted me, I should have lost Florio, entreat my lord Lorenzo hither. Myself upon thy lips, and quite forgot

[Exit Florio. There is a bliss beyond it, which I came for. Step but behind the arras, and your ear Let others satisfy themselves to read Shall tell you who's the greatest traitor living. The wonders in thy face, make proud their Observe but when I tell him you are slain, eye,

How he'll rejoice, and call me Florence great By seeing thine, turn statues at thy voice, Preserver, bless my arm, that in your blood And think they never fix enough to hear thee. Hath given our groaning state a liberty ; A man half dead with famine would wish Then trust Sciarrha. here

Lorenzo is accordingly called in, but To feed on smiles, of which the least hath having overheard the last words of Scipower

arrha, his wary nature is on its guard, To call an anchorite from his prayers, tempt and, instead of rejoicing with Sciarrha

saints To wish their bodies on. Thou dost with ease

over the Duke's death, and acknowledg~ Captivate kings with every beam, and mayst ing himself an accessory to the murder, Lead them like prisoners round about the he assumes the looks and words of the world,

deepest horror and reprobation. SciProud of such golden chains; this were arrha, incensed with his hypocrisy, enough,

draws upon him, but the Duke interHad not my fate provided more, to make me feres. Believe myself iminortal in thy touches.

Duke. Put up, I say. Come to thy bed, transform me there to hap

Sci. My lord, we are both cozened : piness;

That very smile's a traitor. I'll laugh at all the fables of the gods,

Duke. Come, be calm : And teach our poets, after I know thee,

You are too passionate Sciarrha, and To write the true Elysium.

Mistook Lorenzo. Amidea, shortly after this, says to a Lor. But I hold him noble ; question of the Duke,

I see he made this trial of my faith, Ami. To tell you that you are not virtuous.

And I forgive him. Duke. I'm of your mind.

The scene closes tumultuously-the Ami. But I am not so wicked

city having been agitated with the reTo be of yours : oh, think but who you are, port of the Duke's death, and the difYour title speaks you nearest heaven, and ferent factions ripe for action. The points

fourth act opens with a soliloquy of You out a glorious reign among the angels; Lorenzo, who finds himself baffled in Do not depose yourself of one,

and be

all his ambitious schemes. Of the other disinherited.

Lor. My plots thrive not; my engines Finding that Amidea, who has al

all deceive me, ready wounded herself in the arm, is And in the very point of their discharge resolved to stab herself to the heart Recoil with danger to myself : are there with a poinard, rather than surrender No faithful villains left in nature ? all her honour,—the Duke relents and Turn'd honest? man nor spirit aid Lorenzo,

Who hath not patience to expect his fate, desists from his iniquity.

But must compel it. How Sciarrha play'd Duke. Contain ; I am sorry, sorry from The dog-bolt with me! and had not I pro.

vided Trust me, I do bleed inward, Amidea, In wisdom for him, that distress had ruin'dme. Can answer all thy drops : oh, pardon me, His frozen sister, Amidea, too, Thou faint'stalready, dost not? I am fearful. Hath half converted him ; but I must set The phenix, with her wings, when she is New wheels in motion, to make him yet dying,

More hateful, and then cut him from his stalk, Can fan her ashes into another life ; Ripe for my vengeance. I'll not trust the But when thy breath, more sweet than all

rabble ;

Confusion on ['em !)—the giddy multitude, That helps the other's funeral, returns That, but two minutes ere the Duke came To heaven, the world must be eternal loser.

at them, Look to thy wound.

Bellow'd out Liberty, shook the city with Sciarrha comes from his conceala Their throats, no sooner saw him, but they

melted ment, and, struck with the remorse and penitence of the Duke, confesses

With the hot apprehension of a gallows : to him the plan of murder concerted State-snaffle for such mules), they turn'd

And when a pardon was proclaim'd (a fine between himself and Lorenzo. The Duke being still incredulous of his fa- To acclamations, and deafʼd heaven to beg vourite's guilt, Sciarrha says,

His long and prosperous reign. A sudden rot

my soul,

the spice

their cry

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