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Yet, for the wealth of kingdoms, I would not

Have touched that infant with a hand of harm.

Lady R. Ha! dost thou say so? Then perhaps he lives! Pris. Not many days ago he was alive.

Lady R. O, God of heaven!

Did he then die so lately?

Pris. I did not say he died; I hope he lives.

Not many days ago these eyes beheld

Him, flourishing in youth, and health, and beauty.
Lady R. Where is he now ?

Pris. Alas! I know not where.
Lady R. O, fate! I fear thee still.

Thou riddler, speak

Direct and clear, else I will search thy soul.

Anna. Permit me, ever honoured! keen impatience, Though hard to be restrained, defeats itself.

Pursue thy story with a faithful tongue,

To the last hour that thou didst keep the child.

Pris. Fear not my faith, though I must speak my shame.

Within the cradle where the infant lay

Was stored a mighty store of gold and jewels;
Tempted by which, we did resolve to hide,
From all the world, this wonderful event,
And like a peasant breed the noble child.

That none might mark the change of our estate,
We left the country, travelled to the north,

Bought flocks and herds, and gradually brought forth
Our secret wealth. But God's all-seeing eye
Beheld our avarice, and smote us sore;
For one by one all our own children died,
And he, the stranger, sole remained the heir
Of what indeed was his. Fain then would I,
Who with a father's fondness loved the boy,
Have trusted him now in the dawn of youth,
With his own secret; but my anxious wife,
Foreboding evil, never would consent.

Meanwhile the stripling grew in years and beauty;

And, as we oft observed, he bore himself,

Not as the offspring of our cottage blood,

For nature will break out: mild with the mild,

But with the froward he was fierce as fire,
And night and day he talked of war and arms.

I set myself against his warlike bent;
But all in vain; for when a desperate band
Of robbers from the savage mountain came-

Lady R. Eternal Providence! What is thy name?
Pris. My name is Norval; and my name he bears.
Lady R. 'Tis he, 'tis he himself! It is my son!

O, sovereign mercy! 'Twas my child I saw!

No wonder, Anna, that my bosom burned.

Anna. Just are your transports; ne'er was woman's heart Proved with such fierce extremes. High-fated dame!

But yet remember that you are beheld

By servile eyes; your gestures may be seen

Impassioned, strange; perhaps your words o'erheard.

Lady R. Well dost thou counsel, Anna; Heaven bestow
On me that wisdom which my state requires !

Anna. The moments of deliberation pass,
And soon you must resolve. This useful man
Must be dismissed in safety, ere my lord
Shall with his brave deliverer return.

Pris. If I, amidst astonishment and fear,
Have of your gestures rightly judged,

Thou art the daughter of my ancient master;
The child I rescued from the flood is thine.

Lady R. With thee dissimulation now were vain.
I am indeed the daughter of Sir Malcolm;

The child thou rescuedst from the flood is mine.
Pris. Blessed be the hour that made me a poor man!
My poverty has saved my master's house.

Lady R. Thy words surprise me; sure thou dost not feign!
The tear stands in thine eye: such love from thee

Sir Malcolm's house deserved not, if aright

Thou told'st the story of thy own distress.

Pris. Sir Malcolm of our barons was the flower;
The fastest friend, the best, the kindest master;
But ah! he knew not of my sad estate.

After that battle, where his gallant son,

Your own brave brother, fell, the good old lord
Grew desperate and reckless of the world;
And never, as he erst was wont, went forth

To overlook the conduct of his servants.

By them I was thrust out, and them I blame;
May heaven so judge me as I judged my master,

And God so love me as I love his race!

Lady R. His race shall yet reward thee. On thy faith
Depends the fate of thy loved master's house.

Rememberest thou a little lonely hut,

That like a holy hermitage appears

Among the cliffs of Carron?

Pris. I remember

The cottage of the cliffs.

Lady R. 'Tis that I mean;

There dwells a man of venerable age,
Who in my father's service spent his youth:
Tell him I sent thee, and with him remain,
Till I shall call upon thee to declare,
Before the king and nobles, what thou now
To me hast told. No more but this, and thou
Shalt live in honour all thy future days;

Thy son so long shall call thee father still,

And all the land shall bless the man who saved
The son of Douglas, and Sir Malcolm's heir.

Mallet and Glover, though not distinguished in this department of literature, were authors of tragedies that must not be passed by unnoticed. Mallet's tragedy of Elvira was highly successful, and his Mustapha enjoyed a factitious popularity by glancing at the king and Sir Robert Wal

pole. Glover also produced a tragedy, Boadicea, but it was found deficient in interest for a mixed audience. In this play we find the following gem:

FORGIVENESS.

So prone to error is our mortal frame,

Time could not step without a trace of horror,

If wary nature on the human heart,
Amid its wild variety of passions,

Had not impressed a soft and yielding sense,
That when offences give resentment birth,
The kindly dews of penitence may raise

The seeds of mutual mercy and forgiveness.

HORACE WALPOLE was the author of a tragedy, The Mysterious Mother, which, though painful and revolting in the plot and incidents, abounds in vigorous description, and striking imagery. As this writer had a strong predilection for Gothic romance, and had also a dramatic turn of mind, it is much to be regretted that he did not devote himself to the service of the stage. The Mysterious Mother' has never, for want of adaptation, been ventured on the stage. Murphy, the last tragic writer whom we shall notice, produced, in 1772, the Grecian Daughter. The subject is purely classic, and though treated in the French style, is not destitute of tenderness. It has never, however, been a successful acting drama.

Otway and Southerne had marred the effect of some of their most pathetic and impressive dramas, by the intermixture of comic, and even farcical and licentious scenes and characters; but they were the last dramatic writers who committed this incongruity. After their day public sentiment demanded that tragedy and comedy should no longer be intermingled in the same performance; and it is rather remarkable that from the period of their separation, the comic muse has been more successful than her tragic sister, and has also greatly improved in moral tone and purity of sentiment. In the reign of George the Second, the witty and artificial comedies of Vanbrugh and Farquhar, began to lose their ground, both on account of their licentiousness, and the formal system on which they were constructed. In their room, Garrick, Foote, and other writers, placed a set of dramatic compositions, which though often of an humble and unpretending character, exercised great influence in introducing a taste for more natural portraitures and language; and these again led the way to the higher productions, which we are still accustomed to refer to with veneration, as the legitimate English comedies. Amongst the first five-act plays in which this improvement was seen, was The Suspicious Husband, of Hoadly. In this comedy there is little of the license of Farquhar, and Ranger, its leading character, is still a favorite on the stage.

DR. BENJAMIN HOADLY, the author of this drama, was the eldest son of the bishop of Winchester, and was born in London, on the tenth of February,

1705. He prepared for the university at Newcome's school, Hackney, and in 1722, entered Bennet College, Cambridge. Having studied medicine and taken his doctor's degree, he became, in 1742, physician to the king, and four years after, to the Prince of Wales. In his profession, Dr. Hoadly greatly distinguished himself by three letters on Respiration, read oefore the college of physicians, in 1740. His death occurred on the tenth of August, 1757.

GEORGE COLMAN, the manager of Covent Garden theatre, was an excellent comic writer, and produced more than thirty plays, some of which still keep possession of the stage. His Jealous Wife, founded on Fielding's 'Tom Jones,' has some highly effective scenes and well-drawn characters. This play was produced in 1761, and five years afterwards Colman, in connection with Garrick, brought out The Clandestine Marriage, in which the character of an ancient beau, affecting gayety and youth, is strikingly personified, in Lord Ogleby.

George Colman was of good parentage, and was born at Florence, in Italy, where his father was British resident, in 1733. On the return of the parent to England, the son was placed at Westminster school, and thence passed to Christ Church College, Oxford, where he remained, and with honor completed his university studies. Having returned to London, he entered Lincoln's Inn, as a student of law; but though he was afterwards called to the bar, he never practiced his profession, the pursuits of literature being much more congenial to his taste and feelings. He commenced his literary career by writing fugitive poems for the magazines; but from these he soon turned his attention to the drama, and besides the comedies already mentioned, he brought out, in the course of a few years, Polly Honeycomb, The English Merchant, The Oxonian in Town, The Man of Business, The Spanish Barber, Suicide, The Separate Maintenance, The Manager in Distress, and many others. He did not, however, confine his attention exclusively to the drama, but evinced his ability as a scholar and a critic, by his translation of Terence's comedies, and Horace's Art of Poetry. After successfully managing Covent Garden theatre for many years, Colman died, much respected, on the fourteenth of August, 1794.

ARTHUR MURPHY, born in Ireland of respectable parents, in 1727, and educated at the school of St. Omers, added comedy as well as tragedy to the stage, and his Way to Keep Him is still occasionally performed. Murphy, after he left school, was placed under the care of a relation in London, engaged in commercial pursuits; but business had no attractions for him, and he soon left the house of his friend, to devote himself to the labors of a literary life. He had a strong inclination to become an actor, but after trying his powers in Othello and other characters, he gave up all pretensions to eminence on the stage, and determined to support himself by his pen. He studied the law, and was called to the bar; but as the dramatic muse

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absorbed his entire attention, he never entered into practice. As an author, he was eminently successful. The best of his dramas, after the 'Way to Keep Him,' are All in the Wrong, Know Your Own Mind, Three Weeks After Marriage, and the Citizen. Besides these plays, he produced various other works, the most important of which is his translation of Tacitus. The latter part of his life was passed in the midst of the affluence acquired by his literary performances, and his death occurred on the eighteenth of June, 1805.

Murphy was followed by HUGH KELLY, a scurrilous newspaper writer, who surprised the world by producing a comedy, False Delicacy, the success of which was remarkable in its effects, both on the fortunes and the character of the author. From the profits of the first third night he realized over one hundred and fifty pounds—a larger sum of money than he had ever before seen; and from a low, petulant, absurd, and ill-bred censurer,' says Davies, 'Kelly was transformed to the humane, affable, goodnatured, well-bred man.' Kelly's other successful comedies are A Word to the Wise, School for Wives, and the Romance of an Hour. He died comparatively young, in 1777.

The marked success of Kelly's sentimental style, gave the tone to a much more able dramatist, RICHARD CUMBERLAND, who, after two or three unsuccessful attempts, brought out, in 1771, The West Indian, one of the best stage comedies in the English language. The plot, incidents, and characters, are all admirably sustained. This play is farther remarkable for containing the first draught of an Irish gentleman ever witnessed on the stage. Cumberland afterwards produced with success, The Wheel of Fortune, The Fashionable Lover, and some other pieces, but they are too stiff and sentimental for an audience of the present day.

This interesting writer was born on the nineteenth of February, 1732. He studied at Westminster school until the fourteenth year of his age, when he entered Trinity College, Oxford, and there, in 1750, took his bachelor's degree. Soon after he left the university, he became secretary to Lord Halifax, viceroy of Ireland. On his return to England he obtained the place of clerk of reports in the office of trade and plantations; and afterwards was appointed secretary to that board. In 1780, he went on a mission to Lisbon and Madrid, but was recalled in the following year, in consequence of having exceeded his powers. He was also deprived of his situation at the board of trade, and from this time until his death, which occurred on the seventh of May, 1811, his circumstances were much embarrassed. Of Cumberland's other works, his Observer, a series of miscellaneous papers, is the most valuable, and still holds a distinguished rank among the British classics.

Goldsmith, whom we have already noticed in connection with another department of literature, thought that Cumberland had carried the refinement of comedy to excess, and he therefore attempted to correct the fault. His VOL. II.-2 G

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