Vestals immaculate, that pant to taste "Point me the craven! hold him up to scorn! Can woman charm him?-knows he not, above, There are no cares; the tears that there are known, Yet, there, th' unmated Houri, listless, mourns, And inly for her blooming warroir burns, Gain without loss, and hope without alloy; "Hear me once more, though promises be vain,; The fairest province, soldiers, be his prize, And be the war-cry, when we give the nod, Wealth!-Beauty!-Vengeance !-Mohammed and God!” The rogue who wrote the Cataract of the Ganges' has taken a happy idea from the last line, where the images are so beautifully and turally combined without being confused. Jack Robinson, talking of The Mariner of York's' adventures, says they have taught him to make Beer, baskets, breeches, bird-cages, and boots." The travesty is a sufficient proof (to us at least) that the Royal Society of Literature must have played Mr. Jones false in more respects than one: they must have let Mr. Moncrieff read the poem, or how could he have got that line? The closing description is striking-it is what is called strong writing. Garlic is useful in cookery, but who ever eat a dish of it? 'See, bound in chains, and spit upon, and spoil'd, The worst reverse his courage could not tire, Sad is the joy that springs from others' woe; JUSTICE AND MERCY SHOULD SUPPORT THE THRONE !— 'Draw! draw the veil! the crescent floats in air, The imperial city bows, and owns a Moslem Lord!' We take our leave of Mr. Jones with a quotation from a speech reported in the newspapers to have been made by Sir Richard Birnie to a youth who had been bubbled at blind hookey by some notorious sharpers: It seems quite clear that you will never get your money, so I recommend you to go home and bear the loss as well as you can. The sharpers with whom you have been playing are quite cunning enough to keep themselves without the reach of the law. I must, however, tell you, that you have your own inexperience and simplicity to thank for this disaster; for no man who knows the ways of the town would have had any thing to do with such persons; and I hope this will be a warning to you for the future.' 466 CAIUS GRACCHUS: A TRAGEDY.. IN FIVE ACTS. BY JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES. MR. Knowles is already favorably known to the public by his tragedy of Virginius, which enjoyed considerable popularity for about that period usually assigned to the existence of the best of modern tragedies. The work before us is neither of so interesting a nature, nor is its execution quite so good, as that of its predecessor. It departs in no material respect from the well-known history of the Roman tribune whose name it bears; and of the poetry the best that can be said is that it is not bad enough to blame, nor good enough to praise. We like the courage of the man who, with no better provision for the task than Mr. Knowles has, ventures to write a tragedy in modern times. To our thinking, a good tragedy, if not above the reach of any of our living poets, can only be achieved by the best of them : is it, then, a disparagement to Mr. Knowles to say that he cannot write a tragedy? There is no, question of his being a very clever man: he can write a play very tolerably, as times go; but his flight is not lofty enough, nor his grasp sufficiently vigorous, for the pomp and state of tragedy. We cannot help thinking that much of the degradation of the modern drama may be attributed to the influence exercised over authors by the players. We hear constantly of the grateful and humble acknowledgments made by writers to the actors who have personated their heroes, and we are often obliged to blush for both parties. Mr. Knowles says he has simply to remark that there is not an act-hardly a scene--of it that is not indebted for improvement to the talents and taste of his friend, Mr. Macready.' May be so; but why not keep the secret to themselves? or, if they must be smelling to one nosegay, why not come out hand in hand in the title-page? As it is, we are obliged to suspect that Mr. Macready has had the inflating of his own character to the detriment of every other in the play; and that Mr. Knowles, knowing his best chance of success was to bottom it upon the actor's popularity, resolved to increase it as much as lay in his power. The following scene is among the best in the tragedy. Caius upbraids his treacherous colleague, Drusus, with imposing upon the people at the instigation of the Senate: C. Gracc. Stay, Livius Drusus-let me speak with you. Drusus. Your pleasure, Caius? C. Gracc. Pleasure !-Livius Drusus, Look not so sweet upon me!-I am no child A little; and when thou dost speak, remind me Drusus. The caitiff! [Descends. C. Gracc. Ah! ho! Now You're Livius Drusus! You were only then Drusus. The Senate's tool! C. Gracc. Now, what a deal of pains for little profit! If you could play the juggler with me, Livius To such perfection practise seeming, as To pass it on me for reality Make my own senses witness 'gainst myself, I see as palpable as if they were— "Twere worth the acting; but, when I am master Of all your mystery, and know, as well As you do, that the prodigy's a lie, What wanton waste of labour !-Livius Drusus, Drusus. Well, let me be so! I will not quarrel with you, worthy Caius! C. Gracc. What barefac'd shifting! What real fierceness could grow tame so soon! You turn upon me like a tiger, and, When open-mouth'd I brave you, straight you play The crouching spaniel! You'll not quarrel with me! I want you not to quarrel, Livius Drusus, But only to be honest to the people. Drusus. Honest! C. Gracc. Ay, honest!-Why do you repeat My words, as if you fear'd to trust your own? Do I play echo? Question me, and see If I so fear to be myself. I act The wall, which speaks not but with others' tongues.— I say you are not honest to the people. I say you are the Senate's tool-their bait Their juggler-their trick-merchant.-If I wrong you, Burst out at once, and free retort upon me Tell me, I lie, and smite me to the earth! I'll rise but to embrace you! Drusus. My good Caius, Restrain your ardent temper; it doth hurry you C. Gracc. Give me but an answer, and' I'll be content.-Are you not leagued with the Senate ? Drusus. Your senses leave you, Caius ! C. Gracc. 'Will you answer me? Drusus. Throw off this humour! C. Gracc. Give me an answer, Drusus! C. Gracc. Are you the creature of the Senate? Drusus. Good Caius! C Gracc. Do you juggle with the people? |