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There is a sweetness in the very name- valedictory interview, much of that A charm that ravishes the soul ; and none indistinct and unconscious natural afCan taste it thoroughly, save who, like me, fection, of which we have already given The bitterest dregs of agony have drunk- a specimen, is expressed on both sides, Have in their bosoms' depths felt nature's and sometimes in terms so energetic, touch

that, in the representation, we should Have lost their children have for ever

almost apprehend its approaching too lost them!

nearly to the character of passion ;Ces. (aside.) He breaks my heart !

certainly, if it is preserved from it, the

preservation must be chiefly due to Lysander is now ushered in by Go- the spectators' consciousness of that nippus, who, with Cesira, immediately consanguinity, of which the parties withdraws. Left alone with the am. themselves are uninformed. But be bassador of his arrogant and triumph- that as it may, poor Cesira, from her ant enemies, the unhappy King shakes ignorance of the real source of Aristooff his depression, and shows himself demus's distress, in her professions of worthy of the exalted dignity he had attachment, her praises, and her vaso flagitiously acquired. This scene is rious efforts at consolation, so irritates written with considerable talent; but the wound she would fain heal, that the political squabbles of Lacedæmon the afflicted monarch breaks from her and Messenia are, at this time of day, in an agony of despair. The Spartans too absolutely uninteresting to justify immediately afterwards come in search a detailed account of the arguments of her ; Lysander sternly rejects her of the two interlocutors. Suffice it to entreaties to delay their departure, as say, that Aristodemus displays a lofty well as the private remonstrances of and resolved spirit, unbroken by ad- Palamedes upon his inhumanity; and versity; and while he consents to pur- Cesira, yielding to the plea of filial chase peace-impelled thereunto by duty, sets forth with them upon their the impatience and sufferings of his homeward journey, leaving a kind subjects with the surrender of a por- message for the King with Gonippus, tion of his dominions, he positively re- who had come to see them off. jects a condition, apparently of less Aristodemus, when they are gone, moment, but which he considers dis- returns upon the stage, again rejects honourable : and that the Spartan his confidant's attempts at consolation, character is well pourtrayed in Lysan- and announces his now settled purder, save and except a small deficiency pose of self-slaughter. Against this in laconic brevity, such as we before intention Gonippus argues vehementimputed, more largely, to Palamedes. ly, and we cannot but think in someBut then we must frankly own, that it what too Christian a strain. The king, would be no easy matter to eke out one to prove the utter impossibility of his of these incidental tragedies, half the longer enduring life, now relates the dramatis personæ being Spartans born fearful manner in which he is hauntor bred, did all those individuals strict- ed by his daughter's ghost; but his ly adhere to the conversational fashion description of the spectre reminds us of their country. Lysander, who seems too disagreeably of a subject in a disto set more store by solid profit, and secting-room, to be dwelt upon. The less by the bubble reputation, than confidant's incredulity is overpowered, Aristodemus, agrees to a compromise; or at least silenced, and he begins prothey strike hands upon the bargain; posing journeys, and such other reand the war and the second Act are at ceived methods for the cure of sorrow;

but Aristodemus, without attending In the third Act, Aristodemus is dis- to him, determines to enter Dirce's covered sitting beside Dirce's tomb, im- sepulchre, and there question the mersed in gloomy meditations. These dreadful phantom. The utmost that he intimates in soliloquy, and their Gonippus can obtain by his opposievident tendency is towards suicide. tion, remonstrances, and supplications, He is joined by Gonippus, who endea is the surrender of the before-menvours, by no means successfully, to tioned blood-stained dagger, and the console him, and presently gives place king's visiting the abode of death to Cesira. She comes to take leave of unarmed. The third Act closes with her royal and paternal friend, prior to the entrance of Aristodemus into the quitting Messenia for Sparta. In this monument.

an end.



In the first scene of the fourth Act (Aloud)—Dost thou not recognize my Cesira again makes her appearance.

features ? Look. Palamedes having contrived, in some Arist. Upon my heart they are engra. unexplained way, to detain Lysander ved--My heart a little longer in Messenia, she has Now whispers to me, and the mist distaken advantage of the delay, to re- perses. turn in quest of Aristodemus, and to Thou soother of my sorrows, to mine decorate with flowers the tomb of the lamented although unknown Dirce.

Who has restored theé? Let me with Whilst she is engaged in the latter

thy tears occupation, the miserable father ex

Mingle mine own;--this heart will burst claims from within the monument,

with anguish

If not by tears relieved. Leave, leave horrid spectre !

Ces. Into my bosom Ces. Gracious Powers !

Pour all tly tears and sufferings None Did I not hear Aristodemus' voice?

other, Ye gods, protect me!

With pity and with grief so deeply touchARISTODEMUS bursts from the tomb,

ed, and rushes to the front of the stage.

Shalt thou e'er find. But from thy lips'

such words, Arist. Leave me! hence! avaunt! Oh king, have burst, I shiver even yet Pity me, barbarous as thou art !-(Faints. With horror at their sound. What is it, Ces. Oh, where

say, Shall I seek shelter ! Me unhappy! nei- The spectre that so cruelly pursues thee? ther

Arist. The innocent that persécutes Can I endure his sight, nor slıriek, nor

the guilty. fly

Ces. And who the guilty ? What shall I do?Let me assist him

Arist. I. gods !

C'es. Thou? Wherefore thus The ashy hue of death is on his brow, Strive to persuade me thou art criminal ? Whence sweat-drops thickly burst-his Arist. Because I slew her hair uprises

Ces. Whom? Whom didst thou slay? His aspect terrifies--Aristodemus,

Arist. My daughter. Aristodemus, answer, hear'st thou not? Ces. Heavens! he raves. Alas, wliat Arist, Fly! touch me not ! Avaunt, frenzy revengeful shade!

Urged him within her tomb to set his Ces. Look up, and recognize me it foot ? is I

Merciful gods, to be termed merciful Who call upon thee.

If 'tis indeed your pleasure, oli restore Arist. How ?-Is't vanish'd ? Say, His wandering faculties! Be moved to Whither is't gone? From such relentless pity! rage

Alas, thou tremblest : what so fixedly Who rescued me?

Gazest thou on? Ces. What speak'st thou of? and why Arist. It comes again the spectre ! So anxiously look round ?

'Tis there! Dost thou not see it? Oh, Arist. Didst thou not see?

protect me, Didst thou not hear ?

In pity shield me from its siglit! Ces. What should I hear or see?

Ces. Oh! this I shudder whilst I listen to thine ac- Is mere distraction-Nothing I perceive cents

Save yonder tornb. Arist. And thou, who mercifully com'st Arist. Observe, upon its threshold to aid me,

Erect and menacing the phantom stands. What art thou?--If a deity from Hea- Observe, immovably on me its eyes ven,

Are fixed ;--it shudders. -Oh, be thou Reveal thyself, I pray thee. At thy feet appeased, I'll fall in adoration.

Thou ever-wruthful! If my daughter's Ces. Mighty gods !

shade What wouldst thou? Dost thou not re- Thou be, why take so terrible a form ? member me?

Who gave thee licence o'er tlıy father I am Cesira.

thus, Arist. Who? What is Cesira ? O'er nature's self to tyrannize? 'Tis mute, C'asira (aside.)Woe's me! his senses And slow receding, now iç vanishes. are entirely loss,

Oh me! how cruel, and how frightful!

Ces. I,

Are Heaven's decrees ; through their obI also feel the ice of terror creep

scurity Through every vein. Nothing I saw, no, No mortal eye may penetraté. " Pernothing,

chance In very truth. But, that faint moaning Heaven, as a warning to mankind, orheard,

dains The silent korror from the yawning Mine agonies, whence Nature to revere, tomb

Ay, and to dread, may every parent Out-breathed, thy words, the paleness of learn. thy cheek,

Believe it, Nature outraged is ferocious. Chiefly the inward tumult of my soul, The name of fatber with impunity All, all forbid me longer to dispute

None bear; whoever violates its duties, That in yon dismal sepulchre abides Sooner or later shall repent and weep. A dreadful spectre. But if manifest

Ces. And thou hast wept. After suchTo thee, say wherefore is't from me con- sufferings cealed ?

'Tis time to dry thy tears, and to imArist. Thou'rt innocent; those pure plore and gentle eyes

From adverse gods of thy long penitence Were ne'er design'd to look upon such The fruits. Take courage! Every crime secrets

admits As the indignant deities reveal

Of expiation. This resentful shade But to the guilty, with remorse and With grateful incense and the choicest shame

victims To overwhelm them. Thou no mother's Propitiate. blood

Arist. Be it so I will. The victim Hast shed; the cry of Nature dooms not Already is selected. thee.

Ces. By thy side
Ces. Art thou indeed then guilty ? I at the holy office will assist.
Arist. I have said it.

Arist. No, no! Desire not of the saBut question me no farther-Prythee, crifice fly,

To be a witness.I advise theedo not. Forsake me.

Ces. I would myself with flowery Ces. I forsake thee? Never, never!

wreaths adorn Whatever thy misdeeds, within my heart The victim, and by supplications strive Is written thy defence.

To change thy destiny. Arist. My condemnation

Arist. 'Twill change, Cesira ; In heaven is written, written with the I hope it confidently. Soon 'twill blood

change. Of innocence.

Ces. Misdoubt it not. All evils have Ces. And thus implacable

their period ; Are parted spirits ?

Heaven's clemency, though sometimes Arist. Wholly to themselves

long delayed, The gods beyond the confines of the Ne'er wholly fails; and thou, whose pe: grave

nitence, Reserve the privilege of pardoning. He hears me not, but grzes on the ground But say, wert thou my daughter, and, With eyes, whose very lids are motionmisled

less. By guilty wishes, I had murder'd thee : He seems a statue. Spirit of clemency, couldst thou forgive Arist. (aside. )--Nought but this,'Tis Thy barbarous assassin ? Speak, Cesi.

One instant, then repose.-(Aloud.)-I Wouldst thou forgive?

have resolved. Ces. Oh, speak not thus !

Ces. Resolved on what? Explain. Arist. And farther,

Arist. Only on peace. Believest thou Heaven would sanction Ces. That say'st thou in such troubled thy forgiveness ?

accents? Ces. Is't possible that Heaven should - Arist. No; allow

I'm tranquil; seest thou not? I am all In souls of children such enduring wrath, tranquil. Against a father, such relentless ven, Ces. Th

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calmness more affrights me

than thy fury: Arist. Severe, inscrutable, unfathom, For pity's sake-Again he heeds me


geance ?



What seeks he underneath his mantle The fifth is very short. It begins thus?

with the anxieties and alarms of Argia There's not a fibre in my frame but and Gonippus, neither of whom has trembles.

been able to find Aristodemus. Argia Arist. (aside.) No matter. I shall find

desires Gonippus to prosecute the another. Any may serve.

search, promising to wait the result Ces. Oh, stay! I pray thee, go not where she is, the hall, containing hence!

Dirce's monument, being the king's Prostrate before thee, I adjure thee, stay! favourite haunt. She is no sooner Hear me, renounce thy horrible intent!

alone, however, than she recollects her Arist. What strange intent shapes out

unhappy father's recent visit to the inthy startled fancy?

terior of the tomb, and is seized with Ces. Spare me the agony of utterance !

terror, lest he should have returned Dimly I see it, and with horror freeze.

to a spot so well calculated to exaspeArist. Nothing disastrous apprehend for

rate his previously frenzied feelings. me, Be thy vain terrors by this smile dispell’d.

After a moment's hesitation, proceedCesi . That smile? Thou can't not ing from dread of the spectre, which

she has learnt to believe inhabits the know how ghastly 'tis. It terrifies me. Thoughts whence spring sepulchre, she resolves to enter it in such smiles,

quest of the royal penitent. She has Cannot be innocent. Oh, change them, scarcely disappeared in execution of change them!

her enterprize, when Aristodemus Oh, fly me not, but look upon me! See, comes upon the stage, armed with a 'Tis i implore thee-Gods! he listens dagger, and after a very brief mono

logue, stabs himself. Argia, GonipFrenzied he stands I am undone-Oh, pus, and Eumaeus, rush in, and the stay!

wretched man is presently inforined, Listen, I follow thee.

that in his beloved Cesira, he beholds (ARISTODEMUS, by threatening signs, his long-lost, and vainly-regretted forbids her following him, and rushes daughter, Argia. He exclaims, in de

spair at thus discovering, too late, what Alas! alas!

happiness had been within his reach, Am I forbidden thus ?--That sign, that glance,

And thus must I recover thee! Oh, now Have stunn'd my senses.

Of Heav'n's revenge the direful consumEnter GONIPPUS.

mation Oh, the gods be praised ! I see, the agonies of death now feel! A deity, Gonippus, sends thee hither. Oh, cruel recognition ! Oh, my child ! The king is frantic-Fly, pursue his steps, Ungovernable fury fills my breast, Preserve him from the frenzy of his soul. Compelling me to curse the hour that

Gonippus silently obeys, and after gives this powerfully-conceived and striking A daughter to mine arms. scene, Cesira remains alone, over- Argia. Ye pitying gods, whelmed with grief and terror. In

Oh, give me back my father, or with him this condition, she is found by Eumae

Here let me die ! us, the guardian of her infancy, who,

Arist. Art raving, that thou hopest upon being liberated from his Spartan Compassion from the gods? That gods imprisonment, has forthwith hurried home. It can hardly be necessary to

I well believe, abundantly to me say what his arrival immediately re

Is their existence proved by my misfor

tunes, veals to Cesira, or, as she is thenceforward called, Argia, the mystery of Daughter, to this has driven me.

But they are cruel. Their barbarity, her birth, and extorts from the still

Argia. Ye powers ! unwilling Lysander, a confirmation of

Hear me, behold my scalding tears, and the important discovery. Argia, de

pardon lighted at learning her near affinity to His frantic accents! Oh, my dearest him she already so filially loves, flies father, to seek her father; and the Spartans To suffering add not crime, the worst of take their final departure from Messe

crimes, nia, which the good-natured Palame

The blasphemy of desperation. des has no longer any object in retard- Arist. 'Tis ing. Thus ends the fourth Act. The only solace left me.

Shall I hope


there are,

In this condition pardon? Can I ask it? must trouble our readers ; because, Know I if I desire it?

being perhaps rather of a negative than Argia. Mighty gods!

of a positive character, no power of geMy father, strive against this horrid terror; nius could, without an attentive peru. Oh, tranquillize thy spirit, and thine eyes sal of the whole play, enable them to Raise trustingly towards Heaven ! make it for themselves. It is this—to Gonip. He casts them down

not a soul of the dramatis personæ, And murmurs 'twixt his lips; see from from the commencement of the first his face

Act to the close of the fifth, does it All colour fades.

ever occur to suggest as a topic of conArist. Oh, whither do ye drag me? solation to the grieving monarch, the Where am I? What a darksome solitude !

good use he has made of his royal auRemove those pallid phantoms. Say for thority, however nefariously acquired ; whom

to dilate upon the battles he has fought Those dreadful scourges are design'd?

for the protection of his people ; upon Argia. Woe's me!

the happiness he has diffused around Eum. Unhappy king !

him by wise government; or upon the Gon. The agony of death

grateful affection borne him by his Causes insanity. Aristodemus, My sovereign, dost thou know me ? Me, subjects. Once indeed, Cesira, in com

bating his belief of being an object Gonippus? See'st thou thy daughter ?

of divine wrath, observes, that on the Arist. Well, what would my daughter? contrary, the gods must be favourably If I destroy'd, have I not wept for her ?

disposed towards so good a father, citiIs't not enough of vengeance? Let her

zen, and king. This, of course, is pre

vious to her knowledge of her royal come, I'll speak to her myself. Look on her, see; friend's guilt. And once Gonippus inHer tresses bristle on her brow like thorns, vites him, by way of a diversion to his And in those empty sockets, eyes are

sorrows, to walk forth, and see how none !

the people rejoice in the peace concluWho tore them out ? Why do her nostrils ded with Sparta. This last is the only pour

passage in which we find the slightest Rivers of blood ! Alas!-O'er all the rest intimation of what ought to constitute In pity cast a veil. Spread over her the enjoyments of sovereignty, or the My royal mantle's ample folds. To frag- slightest tendency towards what might

have been conceived to be the topics Rend, crush the diadem her blood distains, best adapted for soothing the pangs of And with the remnants of its dust bestrew the miserable criminal with hopes that The thrones of earth. Proclaim to haugh his unnatural deed had been in any tiest kings,

degree expiated. Through the whole That royal state by guilt is dearly pur- play, the pomp and exaltation of royalchased

ty seem to be the principal, if not the That I-expired-- - [Dies.

only ideas connected with the kingly Gon. Oh, what a dreadful end!

office, or, to speak more in the spirit We have in general little relish for of the work we are reviewing, with the a long critique, appended, epilogue fa- kingly title; and the remorse, tears, shion, to the end of the analysis of a and secluded melancholy of the sordrama. If the analysis and extracts rowing penitent, including, we cannot be worth anything, the faults and me- but apprehend, the at least occasional rits of the piece in question must have dereliction of duties which neither nabeen already made manifest; and ture nor fortune had thrust upon him, moreover, in these enlightened days, are the sole grounds upon which he is when, whatever reading and writing encouraged to hope for pardon. We may do, criticism indisputably “comes suspect that this marvellous apparent by nature;" all the labours of the Re- deficiency of all philosophical concepviewer, whether laudatory or damna- tions of public virtue, love of fame, or tory, but more especially explanatory even of generous ambition, as at least of either sentence, might seem to be not incompatible with high station, works of absolute supererogation. But must be ascribed rather to the moral notwithstanding these motives for sup- and political mal aria of the fair, but depressing all further reflections upon graded land, where our poet's young this extraordinary tragedy, and follow- idea” first learneul “ to shoot,” than to ing our author's example by abruptly any vulgar or jacobinical prejudices concluding our article as he does his appertaining more idiosyncratically to drama, with the death of its hero, il Cavaliere Vincenzo Monti. there is one remark with which we


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