THE EARL OF ESSEX. THE fate of this unhappy man, so compounded of fiery and ungovernable qualities, has often exercised the dramatic pen. The personages and events of the reign of our ELIZABETH are all so tinged with romantic fiction and romantic passion, the ardour of enthusiastic gallantry seems to have so oddly mingled with the cold trickeries of state policy-the heart and the lips were so unaccountably at variance, that we are not surprised to find an adoring lover turn out a haughty traitor, and a doting queen become a keen and an avenging tyrant. Such characters, nevertheless, afford the finest subjects for the dramatic muse, which delights in the surprises of sudden transition, and enjoys the tempest of wild and ungovernable emotions. It is a peculiar circumstance, that these bold and original features of character among us, should have caught the consideration of no masterly writer. JEPHSON and CUMBERLAND, and the superior talents of WALPOLE, have chosen to invent a fable, or build upon an incident taken from a foreign land. The present play has certainly many poetical beauties, but they are in truth subordinate ingredients in tragedy. The forcible colouring of strong passion, and the exhibition of the fluctuations of the human mind; the discriminative peculiarities of character ; these are the grand objects of the tragic muse, and the story before us is as susceptible of their exertion as any we know of. TO MR. HENRY JONES, ON HIS TRAGEDY OF THE EARL OF ESSEX. As antient heroes are renown'd in song, tale From dullness' gloomy pow'r, o'er time prevail. Long had these scenes, wound up with dext'rous art, Yet judgment scorn'd what passion had approv'd, Thus, worn with years, in Afric's sultry vales, The crested snake shifts off his tarnish'd scales; Assumes fresh beauties, brighter than the old, Darts fiercer lightning from his brandish'd tongue, No more shall noise, and wild bombastic rage, By thee reform'd, each vicious taste shall fail, Whence beams this dazzling lustre on thy mind? Heaven*, Assuming Phœbus' port; and in his train, Alluding to the prologue to Henry V. Crouch for employment. The passions too, subservient to his will, Happy the clime, distinguish'd be the age, M'NAMARA MORGAN. |