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tering bride, and airy hopes his children.” gateway, and taking off her flannel pettiHe was appointed by the Duke of Chan- coat gave it to her. It is supposed that dos lutor to his son ; but his character a cold which ensued fixed the rheumatism was like Henry Fielding's, as described on her for life. Was not that an angelic by Lady Montague; give him his leg of act, gentle reader, and do you not feel a mutton and bottle of wine, and in the moisture in your eye and a pressure very thick of calamity he would live about your heart? In her decay her happily for the time being. Embarrass. great pleasure was to lie on a sofa, and ments arising from becoming security for look at the setting sun which she likened others pressed heavily on him; he lost to the door of heaven, and fancied that his good name, which made him poor her lost children were there waiting for indeed, and finally became the inmate of her. Both she and her husband had bea jail : and the first room his gifted son, come Unitarians and republicans. To Leigh Hunt, bad any recollection of was Leigh Hunt has descended with increase a prison. His habits had now become his parents' virtues. Some of his earliest inveterate, and the promises of amend writing is to be found in the “ News," ment made to his wife seemed to produce published in London in 1805. He was no good fruit. To the very last he had the dramatic critic for that paper, and esa great fondness for sermons, and he tablished an entire new system of critidaily read the Scriptures ;-there was no cism. Before this period nothing could hypocrisy in this for it was to him the be more meagre and unsatisfactory than book of books. These many trials of theatrical notices. The audience were life must have fallen severely on Mrs generally more observed and commented Hunt's affectionate heart, but even she on than the performers, especially if had glimpses of sunshine, when the lit. there were a number of lords and ladies tle room baving been put in order, the gracing the boxes. Hunt commenced fire brightened up, and coffee placed on with the resolution to become acquainted the table, her husband with his fine voice with no actor or actress, so that he might and unequivocal enjoyment, would read be untrammeled, and that personal some sermon of Saurin or Barrows. friendships might not interfere to warp This to her was the height of enjoyment; his judgment. He was filled with the she had but two accomplishments, but hope of exciting a laudab ambition in these two were the best of all, a love of the actors, who had hitherto been, for nature and of books. Nevertheless this the most part, a mere mark for scandal or man, with all his imprudence and unfit- ill-judged praise. His acquaintance with ness for the duties of life, was humane, plays was considerable, and he joined full of candor, free spoken, liberal to the with this a fondness for theatrical amusevirtues and weaknesses of his fellow- ments. His remarks are excellent and men. The mother was most exemplary well written, and the evanescent and in all the duties of life, and labored anx. fragile beauties of fine acting are dwelt iously to keep the family comfortable and upon with a delicate lact. “ Iris had together-

dipt the woof.” “As to the contempt “Stealing when daylight's common tasks that has been cast upon histrionic genius, were done

it is not worthy an argument. If the An hour for mother's work, and singing knowledge of ourselves be the height of low

wisdom, is that art contemptible which While her tried husband and her children conveys this knowledge to us in the most slept.”

pleasing manner? If the actor is inferior

to the true dramatist, if he merely tells Leigh Hunt says he can never forget others what has been told himself, does her looks when she used to come to the the officer deserve no praise who issues school where he was, to see him, “with the instructions of his general with accuthat weary hang of the head and melan- racy, with spirit, with an ardor that choly smile.” Suffering had softened her shows he feels them? For my part 1 heart to the miseries of her race, and it is have the greatest respect for an art which related of her, which ought to embalm has been admired by the greatest critics, her in the memories of all, that on a se- ancient and modern, which Horace did vere winter's day she was accosted in the not think it beneath his genius to advise, street by a woman, feeble and ill clad, Addison to commend, and Voltaire to who asked for charity. Mrs. Hunt with practice as well as protect. That getears in her eyes beckoned her up a nius cannot be despicable in the eyes of

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the most ardent for fame, which without the least attained. Our good performers anything to show to posterity for its rea are too fond of knowing they are good son, has handed down to us the memory ones, and of acknowledging ihe admiraof Æsop, Roscius, Baron and Le Couvreur, tion of the spectators by glances of imand which will transmit to our descend- portant expression: our bad performers ants the names of Garrick, of Oldfield, are vainer still, because ignorance is aland of Siddons.

ways vain and because, not being able to It has been denied that actors sympa- enter into the interest of the scene, they thize with the feelings they represent, must look for interest elsewhere. These and among other critics Dr. Johnson is men in reality never speak of one ansupposed to have denied it. The Doc- other, but to the pit and to the boxes; tor was accustomed to talk very loudly they are thinking not what the person atithe play upon divers subjects, even spoken to will reply, but what the audiwhen his friend Garrick was electrifying ence think of their speeches; they the house with his most wonderful scenes, never speak soliloquy, because solilo. and the worst of it was that he usually quies are addressed to one's self, and they sat in one of the stage-boxes: the actor always address their solitary meditations remonstrated with him one night after to the house: they adjust their neckthe representation, and complained that cloths; they display their pocket-handthe talking disturbed his feelings:- Pshaw, kerchiefs and their attitudes; they cast David, replied the critic, · Punch has sidelong glances, and say to themselves, no feelings. But the Doctor was fond of there's a lady in the 'stage-box contemsaying his good things as well as lesser plating my shape! The critics in the geniuses, and to say a good thing is not pit are astonished at my ease.

My always a true one or one that is intended character sits well on me and so do my to be true. To call his friend a puppet, small-clothes.' But let us imagine the to give so contemptuous an appellation scene, in which this extravagance is

perto a man whose powers he was at other formed to be a real room enclosed in times happy to respect, and whose death your walls, for such a room the actor he lamented as having.eclipsed the himself ought to imagine it. What then gayety of nations,' must be considered as is he looking at all this time? He is a familiar pleasantry rather than a be- casting side glances at a wainscot, or trayed opinion.

ogling a corner cupboard. “ It appears to me that the counte We certainly imagine that the fame nance cannot express a single passion of Garrick as an actor has been injurious perfectly, unless the passion is first felt; to his reputation as a writer. All the itis easy to grin representations ofjoy, and world were capable of admiring him in to pull down the muscles of the counte the former character and therefore they nance as an imitation of sorrow, but a talked more of it. People are indeed unkeen observer of human nature and its willing to believe that a man can excel effects will easily detect the cheat: there in two things at a time: when Voltaire are nerves and muscles requisite to ex- produced his first comedy, he carefully pression that will not answer the will on concealed the author's name because he common occasions; but to represent a had succeeded in tragedy. But no man passion with truth, every nerve and mus had better opportunities of studying the cle should be in its proper action, or the manners of the lively world than Garrepresentation becomes weak and confus- rick, and no man entered it with a mind ed, melancholy is mistaken for grief, more eager of observation : it was the and pleasure for delight; it is from this business of his life to study mankind, feebleness of emotion so many dull act- and his universal powers of imitation ors endeavor to supply passion with ve- prove that he succeeded. It cannot be hemence of action and voice, as jugglers denied that an universal mimic, a man are talkative and bustling to beguile scru who exhibited the features of human tiny.

life in all their vivacity and variety of ex• One of the first studies of an actor pression, must have well understood the should be to divest himself of his audi- human mind; a great actor does not copy ence, to be occupied not with the persons faces like a portrait painter ; he makes a he is amusing, but with the persons he countenance for the mind, and not, like is assisting in the representation. But an artist studies to make a mind for the of all simple requisites to the mimetic countenance. It was said of Garrick by art, this public abstraction seems to be Johnson, who was not eager to praise

and ear.

him, nor anybody else, that he was the power consisted in her total surrender of first man in the world for sprightly .con herself to the character she was performversation; and to pay a compliment to ing. For the time being she was not a man's powers of conversation, is to Miss Vincent, but Juliet, or Miss Hard. pay a compliment not only to his variety castle or Amanthis. Churchill might of information but to his knowledge of have complimented her as he did a Vinthe mind : he who does not understand cent of his day. human nature will find it difficult to sup. “ Lo! Vincent comes, with simple grace port and to please in a long conversa

arrayedtion."

She laughs at paltry arts, and scorns The stage affords the most lasting and parade.” vivid of our impressions.

She forgot the audience--in truth she It is a cheerful and instructive amusement, it is a sort of Aladdin's lamp of faith in nature, and trusted to her im

never looked at them. She had implicit youth. The green curtain at that period shuts out nearly all our world, and at pulses on the stage, which always gave the tinkling of a bell, and as if by magic, seemed unconscious of her strength, and

her acting a freshness and beauty. She it is drawn up, and glowing scenesfinely-dressed men and women, with wit of the hold she had on the feelings of her and sense falling like pearls from their auditors. Her modesty in this respect lips—the graceful wave of feathers, the hiding all attempts to please.” As Miss

was duly appreciated. “She pleased by Auttering of fans—the glancing of bright Hardcastle, her gayely and archness were eyes-afford food for the enraptured sight inimitable, and she infused a spirit of

youth and happiness into it that would If spleen fogs rise at close of day have pleased Goldsmith. Peace to her I clear my evening with a play,

ashes. Or to some concert take my way.

Hunt is fond of refined society, and no The company, the shine of lights,

one can bring a larger supply of happy The scenes of humor, music's flights,

materials to make a “ July's day short as Adjust and set the soul to rights." GREEN'S SPLEEN.

December," or cause a winter's night to

glide unheeded and happily away. He And good-natured Farquhar, he who fills the head of a table gracefully and

can tell a good story, and relishes one, threw his glorious comedies “ carelessly into the world,” calling them two or three and, like Will Honeycomb in the Specta

cordially, has elegant, frank manners, little trifles, thought that the ladies had a more inspiring and triumphant air in the tor, can smile when one speaks to him, boxes than anywhere else, with their and laughs easily; and, with the Vicar of best clothes, best looks, shining jewels,

Wakefield, he is by nature an admirer of the treasure of the world in a ring. The happy human faces. His West Indian stage is the only true mirror of life ; it is blood runs like quicksilver through his better than a mirror, for we see not only veins. His eye is bright, and a bon mot the face, but the throbbing heart laid quivers about his sincere lips. His disbare with its affections, hopes, and position is most affectionate, and his kindfears, and the tortuous windings of art. few of the world's goods, he has sur

ness untiring. Though blessed with but Conversing about a favorite performer or

rounded himself with a band of loving play, and comparing notes as it were

friends. with a friend is most delightful-especially those we have seen in by-gone “It is most straunge and wonderful to days. Time and memory have softened

find and harmonized the colors, and we dwell

So milde humanity and perfect gentle upon its rich and subdued tone with a mynd.”-SPENSER. lingering fondness. The late Miss Vincent The mere reader of Hunt's books loves was the best performer (male or female) the man, and it is no wonder that those that I have ever seen. She died young, who live in the sunny atmosphere he but she left an indelible impression on creates about him should wear him in those who had the good fortune to see their “ heart of hearts." To read his her. Beautiful and gifted with genius, writings is like listening to the gentle she trod the stage as if born for it. Her voice of wisdom and charity. He leads voice was sweet and clear, and she had you through quiet, grassy lanes; you feel a light and elegant figure; but her great the free air blowing against your cheek,

and the humble flowers that adorn the thing, tenderly takes note of our faults field and wayside in their meek beauty, and failings, so that we become tolerant have a fragrance and loveliness before towards those of others. The friendship unnoticed. If you sit with him at home, we have for Hunt is a sure proof of his he will discourse on some favorite author, kindliness, and the sincerity of his writ“one of great nature's stereotypes,” and ings. He has suffered much, but he seems point out

his beauties with a fond appre as full of hope and trustingness now as in ciation, “ with some sweet relish was for the days of his youth. Nature and man got before,” with a wish to make all the still have undying, cordial sympathy. world as wealthy as he is in the admira- This is genuine religion. His verses are tion and comfort they afford. He is alive very fine, and worked up from the simto the poetry and beauty of human nature, plest materials : read Rimini, for instance, and what lies about us in our daily paths,

“ With subtil pensil peinted was this stoclear and inspiring to him, but hidden

rie."--CHAUCER. from many eyes by gross films, the product of worldly habits and customs. `He The bits of scenery in it are beautifully is forcible and direct both in his poetry described, with a truth that brings them and prose.

Cowley says that for a man as palpably before you as if you were to write well, it is necessary for him to looking at a picture of Waterloo's. Iobbe in a good humor, and this is one of the serve that in a late edition he has changed secrets of Hunt's success. He makes us the opening of the poem, to free the land. behold the good and beautiful in every- scapes from northern inconsistencies:

1819.
The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May,
Round old Ravenna's clear-shown towers and bay-
A morn the loveliest which the year has seen,
Last of the spring, yet fresh with all its green;
For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night,
Have left a sparkling welcome for the light,
And there's a crystal clearness all about-
The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look out;
A balmy briskness comes upon the breeze-
The smoke goes dancing from the cottage trees;
And when you listen, you may hear a coil
Of bubbling springs about the grassier soil ;
And all the scene in short, sky, earth and sea,
Breathes like a bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly.

18 44.
'Tis morn, and never did a lovelier day
Salute Ravenna from its leafy bay:
For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night,
Have left a sparkling welcome for the light;
And April, with his white hands wet with flowers,
Dazzles the bride-maids, looking from the towers :
Green vineyards and fair orchards, far and near,
Glitter with drops, and heaven is sapphire clear,
And the lark rings it, and the pine-trees glow,
And odors from the citrons come and go,
and all the landscape-earth, and sky and sea-
Breathes like a bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly.

Hant is an exquisite judge of poetry, acknowledges. As to his politics, I beand his criticisms on Keats' poems, at a lieve he never went farther than to insist time when

on the inherent right of the people to “The tender page with horny fists was

choose any

form of government that best galled.”—DRYDEN's Religio Laici.

pleased them. He certainly did not be

lieve in “the enormous faith of many were stamped with fearlessness, judg. made for one,” nor in the bloody legacy ment, and a thorough insight into their of right divine. These beresies were beauties and faults, which the world now sufficient for the Tory magazines, and

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they opened their batteries upon him. roses ; I had the ceiling colored with They heaped up falsehoods mountain clouds and sky; the barred windows high. Governments built on the model were screened with Venetian blinds ; of that of Paraguay, as described by Ca- and when my book-cases were set up, cambo, in Voltaire's Candide, they hearti. with their busts and flowers, and a piano ly eulogized. “C'est une chose admira- there was not a handsomer room on that

forte had made its appearance, perhaps ble que ce gouvernement. Le Royaume a side of the water. I took a pleasure when déjà plus de trois cent lieues de diametre; a stranger knocked at the door to see him il est divisé en trente provinces : los Pa- come in and stare about him. The surprise, dres y ont tout, et les peuples rien, c'est on issuing from the Borough and passing le chef d'euvre de la raison et de la jus- through the avenue of a jail, was dramatic. tice.” Nor were they better pleased with Charles Lamb declared there was no other his poems, criticisms and essays. They such room, except in a fairy tale. But I took out their rules and compasses, and had another surprise, which was a garden. measured, but found everything out of There was a little yard outside the room, all plumb, quite irregular, not one of the railed off from another belonging to the angles at the four corners was a right with green palings, adorned it with a trel

neighboring ward. This yard I shut in one. There is a pleasant description of lis, bordered it with a thick bed of earth Leigh Hunt in the Pen and Ink Sketches. from a nursery, and even contrived to have The author is describing the celebrated a grass plat. The earth I filled with flow. men he met at a breakfast party at Samuel ers and young trees. There was an apple Rogers'. “ Leigh Hunt was amongst the tree, from which we managed to get a pudearliest arrivais. He was about the aver- ding the second year. As to my flowers, age height, and looked somewhat older they were allowed to be perfect. A poet than I should have supposed, but anxiety from Derbyshire-Mr. Moore-told me he and adversity bad done their work on his had seen no such heart’s-ease. I bought frame. Unlike Rogers, his life has been used often to think of a passage in it while one of privation and endurance. His hair looking at this miniature piece of horticulwas parted on the very centre of his fore. ture : head, and carefully combed towards either

Mio picciol orto side. Once it had been raven black, but A me sei vigna, e campo, e selva, e prato. now it was so thickly streaked with the

BALDI. frost-work of mental toil and time, that

My little garden, it appeared of iron gray. His eyes were To me thou’rt vineyard, field, and meadow, dark and vivacious, and beamed with that

and wood. kindly expression which one may be sure Leigh Hunt wears who reads his delight. Here I wrote and read in fine weather, ful works. There was a fullness about sometimes under an awning. In autumn the lower part of his face, which rather my trellises were hung with scarlet runmarred the general pleasant expression, ment. I used to shut my eyes in my arm

ners, which added to the flowery invest. but his mouth was indicative of much chair and affect to think myself hundreds amiability of disposition, his cheeks were of miles off. But my triumph was issuing whiskerless, which gave somewhat of a forth of a morning. A wicket out of the boyish air to his appearance, and this was garden led into the large one belonging to increased by his manner of wearing his the prison; the latter was only for vegetacollar, which was ample, and turned down bles, but it contained a cherry tree, which à la Byron. There was a slight stoop of I saw twice in blossom. My friends his shoulders, that bend which is almost

were allowed to be with me till ten o'clock always a characteristic of studious men,

at night, when the under-turnkey, a young

man, with his lantern, and much ambitious and his dress was ill fitted, and hung un

gentility of deportment, came to see them gracefully about a spare and somewhat out. I believe we scattered an urbanity attenuated figure. So much for the au about the prison till then unknown. Even thor of Rimini, who, as soon as he had W. H., (Mr. Hazlitt,) who there first did greeted the master of the house, strolled me the pleasure of a visit, would stand intowards the book shelves.”

terchanging amenities at the threshhold, As a specimen how Hunt makes the which I had great difficulty in making him best of everything, and can even throw pass. I know not which kept his hat off elegance on the cheerless walls of a pri- I to the diffident cutter up of dukes and

with the greater pertinacity of deferenceson, I copy the following from his auto. kings, or he to the amazing prisoner and biography :

invalid, who issued out of a bower of roses. “I papered the walls with a trellis of There came T. B., (my old friend and

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