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of Admiral Pole, and to him I pledged ters. At the end of an hour they remy troth, at his earnest desire, I turned, and fully verified the message would deliver them to you. I have I had given; both Bill Ruly and done so I believe thein—but still, Mark Turner adding, that the news farther than that, I disclaim all res- was firmly believed on board the ponsibility for their truth or falsehood George. This, however, was contra- that you are to judge of.—I've got dicted by Allen and Senator ; who alno more to say, Mr President,-I've lowed that no doubt there were a few already said I believe in the honour that said they believed the story, but and truth of Admiral Pole I beg that the great majority shook their leave to repeat my assertion ;-and heads, expressing their fears that it have now only to request that you'll was too good to be true. In this dibe so good as examine old Tomlins lemma it was proposed to come to no here, as to what he heard, in some resolution for the present, but to admeasure to take away any doubts of journ the meeting until next day, my report of the Admiral's words, and when possibly further intelligence more fully to show that I was not might reach them. On the same acquite gammoned.'

count the red flag was ordered to be Glory, Adams !-quite right! kept hoisted until it was dark, and was shouted again.

the Admiral's to be hoisted in its «. Well, gentlemen,' said the Pre- place in the morning. sident,' what d'ye say, shall we ex- “Well, Ned, upon my soul, the reamine Tomlins in the first place be- sult of this meeting chagrined me fore we proceed to the vote?

most confoundedly, and all that af"Oh, undoubtedly,' cried a great ternoon and evening I could not be number, it can do no harm--and bothered with the chat of any one, after all, is but fair play.'

but walked the forecastle, with my “ The quarter-master was now ex

arms a-kimbo, as sulky as you please. amined, and backed every syllable 1. I had no fears of being laughed at had uttered. I saw the impression openly, my boy, for I assure you there this examination had made on the were very few in those days, as this majority, and immediately said that old withered fist can show, who would if they had the least doubt of the have stood long before me. But I also quarter-master's being also gammon knew that there were plenty both ed, they might send to the George and laughing and squibbing at me slily, take the evidence and the belief of the and the very thought was cựrsedly story from hundreds who heard it. mortifying. However, I bore up in For this service I immediately propo- the best manner I could-spoke little sed Tom Allen' of the Mars, and Bill and took less notice—and was rewardSenator of the Marlborough, two of ed next day by a complete triumph. the stubbornest hotheads I believe in A triumph do I call it ?-It was the fleet, along with Bill Ruly of the more, my boy-it was a glory-a sort London, and Mark Turner of the Ter- of northern halo that encircled me, rible, two men of sense and also of and caused me to strut the decks for moderation.

the whole following day as lofty and This was agreed to, and they were proud as e'er a quarterly-account immediately dispatched the meeting Jackey in the service.” meantime chatting on indifferent mat


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No. II.

Aristodemo; by Vincenzo Monti.

When we presented our readers exampled exuberance of modesty, to with an account of the Arminio of undervalue those our labours, past, Ippolito Pinlemonte, we promised present, or future, in which we have them an early introcluction to that au- endeavoured, do now, or may herethor's principal rival, il Cavaliere Vin- after endeavour, to make our readers cenzo Monti. We are now about to acquainted with the literature of fofulfil our engagement; but before en- reign nations. Such labours are far tering upon our task, we feel bound from useless, although their utility be to confess, that in thus classing toge- of a more limited description than dether these two Italian dramatists, we sultory readers are apt to conceive. If have been influenced rather by our we cannot thus enable him, who is own individual opinion, than by what familiar with none but his mother we understand of the relative estima- tongue, fully to comprehend and partion in which they are held by their ticipate in the delight which the works own countrymen, who appear hardly passed under review excite in their nato consider Pindemonte as deserving tive land, we at least afford him the of any sort of comparison with Monti. means of learning the different tastes Indeed, we have ourselves heard an of different nations, and, according to Italian critic, of no ordinary abilities the peculiar temper of his mind, of and acquirements, select the Aristo- either investigating and comparing DEMO of Monti as the masterpiece, such different tastes,--a curious polinot only of the Italian, but of the uni- tical, not less than metaphysical study, versal European modern theatre.- ---or flattering and feeding his national Now, how much soever we may ques. vanity, with the conviction of the imtion the authority of such a sentence, measurable superiority of our own Brias far as it regards absolute merit, it tish taste and genius. would surely be great presumption in We proceed without farther proforeigners to dispute the decision of crastination to ARISTODEMO, an Itacompairiot literati respecting the rela- lian tragedy, in which there is not a tive pre-eminence amongst themselves single word or thought of love from of the authors or the works of any beginning to end ; a circumstance, it country. These are points upon which may be thought, sufficiently remarkforeigners, we apprehend, can scarcely able, had the play no other distinction ever be competent to judge. There is a to repay the trouble of reviewing. sort of congeniality or homogeneous Remorse and parental affection constiness in the language, genius, and taste

tute the whole interest. The story upon of every separate people, whether pro- which the poet has founded his drama duced by peculiarities of national cha- is taken from Pausanias. But we shall racter, or by whatever else generated, suffer it to develope itself in the prowhich necessarily occasions great dis- gress of the piece. The action passes crepancy between their judgments and in the palace of Aristodemus, king of those of strangers ; produces consider- Messenia, and the scene is described able embarrassment and awkwardness in the stage directions as a royal hall, in all translations; and renders it more- sala regia, at the back of which is seen overa difficult, not to say unfair attempt a monument. We have inserted the to appreciate any work of imagination Italian words for the satisfaction of when thus presented to us under the any sceptical reader, who, surprised disguise of an idiom, with which those at such a choice of locality for a seviews, sentiments, and flights of fan- pulchre, might accuse us of mistranscy, most enthusiastically admired at lation. The piece is opened by two home, have no such affinity. Let it Spartans, in the following dialogue. not, however, be supposed, that in

Lysander. Ay, Palamedes; harbinger thus prefacing our account of, and extracts from, an Italian tragedy, with From Sparta to Messenia's king, I come. remarks tending to depreciate transla- Sparta is weary of hostilities; tion in general, we intend, by an un- So deeply in the blood of citizens

of peace,


Are dyed our laurels, that upon the brow Lys. Throughout all Greece
They weigh a heavy burthen and a shame. His mortal melancholy is the theme

Of men's discourse ; its cause a mystery. Wrath is subdued by pity; and sound But here I judge, what elsewhere is un

known Prevails, alleging that 'tis utter folly Must be apparent. Kings are ever cirThrough avaricious jealousy of state

cled To crustı ourselves and desolate the earth. By vigilant observers, who explore Then since the enemy was first compelled Their every word, ay, every sigh and To wish for peace, wise Sparta grants thought. the boon,

Then tell me, friend, what secret cause And I convey it hither. Nor alone

of gloom Do I bring peace, but with it liberty Has so much busy watclifulness discoTo such of ours as here in servitude

vered? Are pining, chiefly to thyself, loved friend, Pal. Plainly, as it was told me, I'll reWho, howsoe'er regretted and desired,

late Three years, unhonoured, amidst hostile This most unhappy man's sad history. walls,

A fatal sickness laid Messenia waste, Hast languished, an illustrious prisoner. When for stern Pluto, Delphi's oracle, Palamedes. I joy to see thee once again, In horrid sacrifice, a virgin claimed, Lysander;

Of th' Epitean race. The lots were cast, And gladsomely through thee shall I re- And on Liciscus' daughter fell the doom. gain

The father, guiltily compassionate, My liberty ; unto the ear embraces By secret flight rescued his child from of friends and kin return, and hail again death, The light of day upon my country's soil : And the wronged people eagerly required Albeit not Fortune's self could have pro- Another victim. Then Aristodemus vided

Stood forward, to the sacrificing priest An easier slavery. Thou'st not to learn Willingly offering his proper child, That fair Cesira, old Talthibius' daughter, Dirce the beautiful. And in the place Is here my fellow-prisoner. But further Of ler who fled, Dirce upon the altar Know, that such favour in the monarch's Was slain ; she quenched with her pure eye,

virgin blood Cesira's loveliness, her courteous speech, The thirst of the insatiable Avernus, And gentle bearing, have obtained, that And for the general safety gave her life.

Lys. All this I know; Fame bruited Have servile fetters by Aristodemus

it abroad, Been suffered to oppress her with their And of the mother's inauspicious fate weight;

Added dark rumours. Rather with lavish kindness does he load Pal. She, enduring ill

Her Dirce's loss, by grief, by rage imWhilst me, unbound, at pleasure he per- pelled, mits

Her bosom desperately gashed and tore, To wander o'er the palace, a partaker And lay, a bloody and disfigured corse, In her indulgencies.

The nuptial couch defiling, whilst i' the Lys. Aristodemus

realms Then loves this Spartan maiden, Pala- Of death, a raving but contented shade, medes?

Her daughter she rejoined. This was Pal. He loves her with paternal ten- the second derness;

Misfortune of the sad Aristodemus, And only by her side th' unfortunate And closely was it followed by the third, Feels sometimes in his breast a drop of The most disastrous chance of his Argia ; joy

She was her father's sole remaining hope, Soft penetrate, alleviating the grief A lovely, sportive infant, who as yet, That overwhelms him still. Without Tottering unsteadily on tender foot, Cesira

Had scarce seen half a lustre. * OftenNot ev'n the briefest lightning of a smile times Were seen to irradiate that melancholy Clasping her fondly to his breast, he felt And darksome countenance.

The recollection of his suffered woe



* It is Monti, not we, who must answer for thus making Greeks compute time in Latin,



By little and by little hushed to rest; Mutely proclaim him living. This, LyWhilst once more sounded sweetly in his

sander, heart

Is of the miserable king the state. The name of father, brightening his dark Lys. In truth a wretched state! But brow,

what of that ? A short-lived solace! Even of this last I came to serve my country, not to weep Sole remnant of his bliss, he was de- The sorrows of her foe. Upon this point spoiled.

I have important matters to disclose; For then it was our armies suddenly But for such speech a season must be Won the tremendous battle at Anfea,

found And the precipitous Ithomé press'd More free from interruption. Some one With all a siege's horrors. Fearing then The city's loss, Aristodemus gave Who might o’érhear us. His daughter from his arms, intrusting her Pul. Mark, it is Cesira. Unto Eumaeus' oft-tried loyalty,

Although we certainly do not in ge. To Argos secretly to be convey'd ;

neral consider dialogues between the Oft hesitating, and a thousand times

minor personages of a drama as best Commending to his care so dear a life.

calculated for selection in a review, Alas, in vain! Upon Alpheus' banks

which can, necessarily, afford space A troop of Spartans, either of the flight

only, for a small proportion of any Privately warned, or thither led by

piece, we have been induced to extract chance, Fell on the little band, unsparingly

the preceding scene at full length, Slaught'ring her guards, and in the mas- because it appears to us a fair, and not

unhappy specimen of our author's

dramatic talents. It communicates, The royal infant died. Lys. Of this adventure

not unnaturally, all that can be known Know'st thou aught further?

concerning Aristodemus, prior to his Pal. Nothing more.

own disclosures, and, by awakening Lys. Then learn.

an interest in his sorrows, prepares Lysander was the leader of those forces, the mind to receive those disclosures, The conqu’ror of Eumaeus.

when made, with a sympathy which, Pal. What, art thou

did they come upon us abruptly, their The slayer of Argia ? Should that deed

horrible nature might repress. Here be discovered

are aware, nevertheless, that fastidiLys. With thy history

ous critics might carp at the very anProceed. The rest to more convenient ti-laconic loquacity of Palainedes, and

might wonder, perhaps, that the SparShall be reserved.

tan ambassador should have had noPal. After Argia's loss,

thing more important to discuss with Aristodemus gave himself a prey his friend than the gossip of a foreign To his affliction. Never since has joy

court. With respect to this last obe Shone on his heart, or if it shone, 'twas jection, it will hereafter appear that merely

Lysander bore a private and especial In guise of lightning's flash, that, fur

hate to Aristodemus, which, joined to rowing The darkness, vanishes. Thoughtful and enough make him wish for informa

other secret reasons, might naturally sad,

tion concerning the king's state of In solitary places now he strays,

mind. Had his curiosity been thus And from his inmost soul laments and

explained and justified, for which a Then madly hurrying onward, howls in

word or two would have sufficed, we anguish,

should have thought the exposition of Calls upon Dirce's name, and at the foot

the subject a very able one. of yonder monument that holds her

ceed : ashes,

Cesira now enters and inquires af, He Alings himself, and with convulsive ter her father, but pays little attensobs

tion to Lysander's account of the old Embracing it, remains immovable ; man's anxiety for her return ; appearAy, so immovable, he might be deem'd ing to be wholly engrossed with the A marble image, were't not that the tears, kindness she has received from ArisWhich, streaming down his cheeks, de- todemus, and her regrets at leaving luge the tomb,

him a prey to melancholy. The party




To pro

my locks

spare not!

is presently joined by Gonippus, the To hurl me from my throne ? amongst King's confidant, who, after describing the royal mourner as nearly de

To twist their fingers, tearing off my lirious with agony, desires his compa

crown? nions to withdraw, because Aristode

Or hast thou heard, for ever echoing mus wishes, in this spot,


Those frightful accents, ' Die, barbarian, Once more to look upon the light of die ?' day;

Yes, I will die; here is my ready breast, a wish that would seem more germane

My ready blood; shed, shed it all, and to the matter were the scene laid in a garden. The three Spartans, however, Relieve me from thine aspect, cruel

Avenge offended nature, and at length comply with the courtier's request,

shade! and the hero of the piece appears.

The next scene is one of high importance, but we bardly know how to These expressions, whilst they fill deal with it. To give it at full length, Gonippus with terror, strongly excite as it might deserve, is impossible? his curiosity; and he presses AristoFor some of the details upon which demus with supplications until the the Italian poet dwells, apparently latter reluctantly promises to reveal with a sort of incomprehensible de

his secret to him. The king first dislight, are so revolting to British delic plays a blood-stained dagger, declares cacy of every various kind, whether that the blood which discolours it mental or personal, of fancy, of sto

once flowed in Dirce's veins, and asks mach, or of nerves, that we can scarce

Gonippus if he knows what hand ly bring ourselves even to insinuate drew it thence? The shuddering contheir nature to our readers. We shall fidant now shrinks from the fearful discharge this disagreeable part of our

tale, but the gloomy narrator resoluteduty, when we come to it, as inoffin- ly goes on with it. He begins, as did sively and as briefly as may be.

Palamedes, with the required sacrifice The dialogue begins with com

of a virgin of the Epitean race, and plaints upon the part of Aristodemus,

the flight of Liciscus with his devoted and remonstrances upon that of Goa daughter. Then reminding his hearer nippus, who observes that his master's that the throne was vacant during mind appears to be occupied with some

those dreadful days, he subjoins, that horrid thought. The King replies, ambition had suggested the idea of

gaining all suffrages to himself, by Gonippus, yes, the thought is horrible, the seemingly generous, voluntary Thou can’st not know how murderous- proffer of his own daughter to the saly dreadful.

crificial axe. He further relates, that Thy glances cannot penetrate my heart, having so offered her, the lover of Nor view the tempest that convulses it. Dirce had endeavoured to prevent the Thou faithful friend, believe me, I am

execution of his purpose, and finding wretched,

entreaties and menaces alike inefficaImmeasurably wretched ! Sacrilegious,

cious, had declared the sacrifice to be Impious, accurs’d of Hear’n, nature's impossible, since Dirce no longer anabhorrence,

swered to the description given by the Yet more mine own!

oracle of the victim required; she had Gonip. Alas! What strange disorder!

yielded to his passion, and bore withSorrow bewilders sure thy faculties,

iu her bosom the pledge of love ; à And from inflam'd and false imaginings

statement confirmed by the mother of Thy melancholy springs.

the intended victim; and that he, Arist. Would that were all!

Aristodemus, maddened by disapBut dost thou know me! Dost thou pointed ambition, and impending, apev'n conjecture

parently, inevitable disgrace, had rush. Whose blood is ever trickling o'er my

ed to the chamber of his daughter, hands?

and stabbed her to the heart, as she Hast thou beheld the bursting sepulchre lay asleep, exhausted by previous agiFrom out its dark profundity send spec

Gonippus here interrupts the tale


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