writings of, an antiquarian. Pistol, Nym, and id genus omne, do not please us as characters, but are endured as fantastic creations, foils to the native wit of Falstaff.-I say wit emphatically; for this character so often extolled as the masterpiece of humour, neither contains, nor was meant to contain, any humour at all. "WHALLEY'S "LIFE OF JONSON." "IT is to the honour of Jonson's judgment, that the greatest poet of our nation had the same opinion of Donne's genius and wit; and hath preserved part of him from perishing, by putting his thoughts and satire into modern verse." Videlicet Pope! "He said further to Drummond, Shakespeare wanted art, and sometimes sense; for in one of his plays he brought in a number of men, saying they had suffered shipwreck in Bohemia, where is no sea near by a hundred miles." I HAVE often thought Shakespeare justified in this seeming anachronism. In Pagan times a single name of a German kingdom might well be supposed to comprise a hundred miles more than at present. The truth is, these notes of Drummond's are more disgraceful to himself than to Jonson. It would be easy to conjecture how grossly Jonson must have been misunderstood, and what he had said in jest, as of Hippocrates, interpreted in earnest. But this is characteristic of a Scotchman; he has no notion of a jest, unless you tell him-"This is a joke!"-and still less of that finer shade of feeling, the half-and-half, in which Englishmen naturally delight. "EVERY MAN OUT OF HIS HUMOUR." EPILOGUE. "The throat of war be stopt within her land, "TURT About her court." URTLE-FOOTED" is a pretty word, a very pretty word: pray, what does it mean? Doves, I presume, are not dancers; and the other sort of turtle, land or sea, green-fat or hawksbill, would, I should suppose, succeed better in slow minuets than in the brisk rondillo. In one sense, to be sure, pigeons and ring-doves could not dance but with éclat—a claw! "POETASTER." INTRODUCTION.— "Light! I salute thee, but with wounded nerves, THERE is no reason to suppose THER Satan's address to the sun in the Paradise Lost, more than a mere coincidence with these lines; but were it otherwise, it would be a fine instance what usurious interest a great genius pays in borrowing. It would not be difficult to give a detailed psychological proof from these constant outbursts of anxious self-assertion, that Jonson was not a genius, a creative power. Subtract that one thing, and you may safely accumulate on his name all other excellences of a capacious, vigorous, agile, and richly-stored intellect. Act i. sc. 1. "Ovid. While slaves be false, fathers hard, and bawds be whorish" The roughness noticed by Theobald and Whalley, may be cured by a simple transposition : "While fathers hard, slaves false, and bawds be whorish." Act. iv. sc. 3— "Crisp. O-oblatrant-furibund-fatuate-strenuous. O-conscious." It would form an interesting essay, or rather series of essays, in a periodical work, were all the attempts to ridicule new phrases brought together, the proportion observed of words ridiculed which have been adopted, and are now common, such as strenuous, conscious, &c., and a trial made how far any grounds can be detected, so that one might determine beforehand whether a word was invented under the conditions of assimilability to our language or not. Thus much is certain, that the ridiculers were as often wrong as right; and Shakespeare himself could not prevent the naturalisation of accommodation, remuneration, &c.; or Swift the gross abuse even of the word idea. "FALL OF SEJANUS." ACT I. "Arruntius. The name Tiberius, I hope, will keep, howe'er he hath foregone The dignity and power. Silius. Sure, while he lives. Arr. And dead, it comes to Drusus. Should he fail, To the brave issue of Germanicus; And they are three: too many (ha?) for him To have a plot upon? Sil. I do not know The heart of his designs; but, sure, their face Arr. By the gods, If I could guess he had but such a thought, HE anachronic mixture in this Arruntius of THE the Roman republican, to whom Tiberius must have appeared as much a tyrant as Sejanus, with his James-and-Charles-the-First zeal for legitimacy of descent in this passage, is amusing. Of our great names Milton was, I think, the first who could properly be called a republican. My recollections of Buchanan's works are too faint to enable me to judge whether the historian is not a fair exception. Act ii. Speech of Sejanus: "Adultery! it is the lightest ill I will commit. A race of wicked acts The more we reflect and examine, examine and reflect, the more astonished shall we be at the immense superiority of Shakespeare over his con |