The Henriade of Voltaire errs greatly against the foregoing rule: every incident is touched in a fummary way, without ever defcending to its circumftances. This manner is good in a general history, the purpofe of which is to record important tranfactions: but in a fable, which hath a very different aim, it is cold and uninterefting; because it is impracticable to form diftinct images of perfons or things reprefented in a manner fo fuperficial. It is obferved above, that every useless circumftance ought to be fuppreffed. To deal in fuch circumstances, is, on the one hand, not lefs to be avoided, than the concifenefs for which Voltaire is blamed, on the other. In the Eneid*, Barce, the nurfe of Sichæus, whom we never hear of before nor after, is introduced for a purpofe not more important than to call Anna to her fifter Dido and that it might not be thought unjuft in Dido, even in this trivial incident, to prefer her husband's nurse before her own, the poet takes care to inform his reader, that Dido's nurse was dead. To this I muft oppose a beautiful paffage in the fame book, where, after Dido's last speech, the poet, without detaining his reader by defcribing the manner of her death, haftens to the lamentation of her attendants: Dixerat: atque illam media inter talia ferro * Lib. 4. 1. 632, Spumantem, Spumantem, fparfafque manus. It clamor ad alta Tecta fremunt, refonat magnis plangoribus æther. As an appendix to the foregoing rule, I add the following obfervation, That to make a fudden and strong impreffion, fome fingle circumstance happily felected, has more power than the moft laboured defcription. Macbeth, mentioning to his lady fome voices he heard while he was murdering the King, fays, There's one did laugh in's fleep, and one cry'd Murder!...... They wak'd each other; and I stood and heard them; But they did fay their prayers, and addrefs them Again to fleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Macbeth. One cry'd, God blefs us! and, Amen! the As they had feen me with these hangman's hands. Lady. Confider it not fo deeply. Macbeth. But wherefore could not I pronounce A men? I had moft need of bleffing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. Thefe deeds must not be thought After these ways; fo, it will make us mad. Macbeth. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murther fleep, &c. At 2. fc. 3. Alphonfo, Alphonfo, in the Mourning Bride, fhut up in the fame prifon where his father had been confined: In a dark corner of my cell I found This paper, what it is this light will fhew. "If my Alphonfo live, restore him, Heav'n; [Reading "Give me more weight, crush my declining years It is his hand; this was his pray'r - yet more: "Be doubled in thy mercies to my fon: [Reading. "Not for myself, but him, hear me, all-gracious” Tis wanting what should follow-Heav'n fhould follow, But 'tis torn off-Why should that word alone Be torn from his petition? 'Twas to Heav'n, But Heav'n was deaf, Heav'n heard him not; but thus, Thus as the name of Heav'n from this is torn, So did it tear the ears of mercy from His voice, fhutting the gates of pray'r against him. On high, and of good men the very best Is fingled out to bleed, and bear the scourge, Mourning Bride, act 3. fc.1. This incident is a happy invention, and a mark of uncommon genius. Defcribing Defcribing Prince Henry : I faw young Harry, with his beaver on, And witch the world with noble horfemanship. First Part Henry IV. act 4. fc. 2. King Henry. Lord Cardinal, if thou think'ft on Hea ven's blifs, Hold up thy hand, make fignal of thy hope. He dies, and makes no fign! Second Part Henry VI. act 3. fc. 10. The fame author, fpeaking ludicrously of an army debilitated with diseases, fays, Half of them dare not shake the fnow from off their affocks, left they shake themselves to pieces. I have feen the walls of Balclutha, but they were defolate. The flames had refounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The ftream of Glutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the mofs whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows: and the rank grafs of the wall waved round his head. Defolate is the dwelling of Morna: filence is in the house of her fathers. Fingal. To draw a character is the mafter-stroke of de fcription. fcription. In this Tacitus excels: his portraits Why fhould a man, whofe blood is warm within, Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice, Again: Merchant of Venice, at 1. fc. 1. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: his reasons are two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the fearch. Ibid. |