And holy secrets of his mighty hand The year is still divided into months, ; The months to days, the days to certain hours; David. Wade not too far, my boy, in waves too deep: The feeble eyes of our aspiring thoughts Behold things present, and record things past; For those, submit thy sense, and say-Thou power, By frail conjectures of inferiour signs, By monstrous floods, by flights and flocks of birds, Or by the figures of some hidden art; O heav'n, protect my weakness with thy strength; And see these secrets written in thy brows.- That, when I think, thy thoughts may be my guide, Thus say, my son, and thou shalt learn them all. Salomon. A secret fury ravisheth my soul, And again-David is informed of the death of his son Absalon. "David. Hath Absalon sustain'd the stroke of death? Die, David, for the death of Absalon, And make these cursed news the bloody darts, That through his bowels rip thy wretched breast. And in some cedar's shade, the thunder slew, Against the body of that blasted plant The subject of this sacred drama seems to have elevated the genius of Peele, and to have embued him with an oriental exuberance of imagery. The beauty of the diction, and the stateliness and harmony of the versification, form a delightful contrast to the extracts with which we have thought it necessary to occupy the former part of this article. The dawn of the Mysteries indeed was misty and obscure, their meridian was little less so, but in the eventide of their existence the mists and clouds cleared off, and they set in a glorious flood of golden light, which illuminated the sky long after their departure. The Moralities, as well as those compositions which partially or not at all partook of their nature, were occasionally denominated Interludes. It was originally our intention to have comprised in this article the plays or interludes of John Heywood, published so early as 1533; but, considering that they do not in fact belong either to the class of Mysteries or Moralities, although there is as little pretence to class them with the regular drama, we have thought it best to postpone our notice of them to the succeeding number-more especially, as he was amongst the first who left the old beaten track of the Mysteries and Moralities, and attempted to delineate real characters and living manners. In our next article on this subject, we shall, after a few preliminary remarks and extracts, enter upon the pleasant discussion of the first specimens of our regular dramatic literature. END OF VOL. I. Maurice, Printer, Fenchurch-Street. |