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“He either fears his fate too much, | Ford evinces that his skill in the delineation Or bis desert is small,
of the female character had not deserted Who dares not put it to the touch To win or lose it all.”
him to the last. The parting scene of Au
ria and his wife in the first act; his altercaAnd much as Ford's effort is below his tion with the friend of his heart in the third ; teacher's, it is undoubtedly a very creditable the arraignment of Adurni in the fourth, composition.
and the reconciliation of Spinella and Auria We have now come to a period in Ford's in the fifth, would not disgrace the pages of life when the whole current of his mind any of his dramatic contemporaries.” The must have undergone a complete change. gist of the plot is briefly, that whilst in enHeretofore his compositions may generally joyment of all temporal dignities, the husbe noted for their solemn and serious cast; band can find no happiness until his wife, but the only two remaining products of whoin he falsely suspected to be unchaste, has his pen are of a totally different nature; I returned to him with proofs of her innocence. more in the style of some of Fletcher's best. The following is Auria's advice to Spicomedies, with any of which they will nella, on his departure for the wars : favorably compare. The first of these is
- “The steps styled - The Fancies, Chaste and Noble,"
pie, | Young ladies tread left to their own discretion, printed in 1638. In the prologue Ford However wisely printed, are observed assures us that
And construed as the lookers-on presume: – "in it is shown
Point out thy ways then in such even paths, Nothing but what our author knows his own,
| As thine own jealousies from others' tongues Without a learned theft.”
May not intrude a guilt, tho' undeserved.
Admit of visits as of physic forced, The extreme singularity of the plot has | Not to procure health, but for safe prevention called . forth some invidious censure, inas- | Against a growing sickness; in thy use much as it withdraws the attention from the
of time and of discourse be found so thrifty,
As no remembrance may impeach thy rest; general style and execution of the composi
Appear not in a fashion that can prompt tion itself. It strikes us that an equally | The gazer's eye, or holla to report; sensible objection would be found against Some widow'd neglect of hand, some value; the Tempest, or the Midsummer Night's
In recreations be both wise and free;
Live still at home, home to thyself, howe'er Dream. We think that a critical examina
Enriched with noble company; remember tion will decide that if any fault is to be A woman's virtue in her life-time writes found, it must be with the plot per se, on ac- The epitaph all covet on their tombs. count of its improbability. Some of the
In short, I know thou never wilt forget
Whose wife thou art, por how upon thy lips passages scattered throughout are so admi
Thy husband at his parting sealed this kiss. rably adapted for quotation, that we cannot No more." resist giving one :
This passage has many elegant points ; - -"She was once an innocent, I the an As free from spot as the blue face of heaven,
the anxious care with which the husband Without a cloud in't ; she is now as sullied dictates the proper course of conduct to be As is that canopy when mists and vapors pursued by his wife, is admirably drawn. Divide it from our sight, and threaten pestilence.” | Perhaps, however, if husbands, in that as In 1639 the “ Lady's Trial” was pub
well as the present day, treated their wives lished; akin in its nature to the last, but
more like human beings, and less slaves or both in plot and in composition infinitely pets, who were withdrawn from the domessuperior. As a whole it is to our mind tic influence by a day's absence, there would equal to any things of the kind that ever be considerably less family unhappiness in Fletcher penned. Mr. Weber says of it: this world. The following outburst, in which “ There are scenes which may be read by
Malfato works up his personal spleen against the most sagacious critic, and defy the sever- the lord Adurni, into a fancied slight upon est scrutiny. The characters of the noble his social position, has been much and deAuria, the precise and scrupulous Aurelio, the discontented Malfato, and the gay Adur
_ “ I am ni, are well contrasted with the strutting
A gentleman, free-born; I never wore
The rags of any great man's looks, nor fel Guzman, the conceited Fulgoso, and the Upon their after-meals; I never crouched roaring Benatzi. In Castanna and Spinella | Unto the offal of an office promised,
Reward for long attendance, and then miss'd. Is not troubled, or by peace refined. I read no difference betwixt this huge,
Crowns may flourish and decay, This monstrous big word lord, and gentleman, Beauties shine, but fade away. More than the title sounds; for aught I learn,
Youth may revel, yet it must The latter is as noble as the first,
Lie down in a bed of dust. I'm sure more ancient."
Earthly honors flow and waste, It may not be amiss to mention here, Time alone doth change and last. that there is nothing more extant of which
Sorrows mingled with contents prepare
Rest for care; John Ford was the undoubted author.
Love only reigns in death : though art the “Sun's Darling," a Masque by Ford and Can find no comfort for a Broken Heart." Dekker, and of the Witch of Edmonton," a tragedy by Ford, Rowley, and several We have thus briefly noticed all that reothers, we forbear saying any thing, since it mains of Ford's compositions. Other plays is impossible to discriminate correctly and he was undoubtedly the author of, but they accurately as to what precise portions came were never printed, and the manuscripts are from our auther's hand; and with the others not extant. Every thing connected with engaged in composing them, we have no our author seems to have hazarded existthing here to do. Nevertheless, we may ence; his very death, even, is unknown, state that they are very meritorious produc- when, where or how? There is good reations. The plot of the former is ingenious son, however, to suppose that he did not and the language beautiful; the latter is survive much after 1640; but nothing posfounded on the belief so prevalent through-itive can be adduced on this point. The tales out Christendom during the seventeenth told of his contests with Ben Jonson, etc., century. Nor must we omit to notice the are at present received with no credit. They numerous beautiful little songs which are are undoubtedly forgeries of the last cen. scattered through the preceding plays. Some tury; Malone and Campbell regard them in of them are perfect gems, and will recall this light. Ford's compositions are remarkvery forcibly to the reader's mind similar able for the extreme delicacy with which the verses which we meet in Shakspeare and female character, particularly when depressed Jonson. We give three or four as speci- by adverse circumstances
, is portrayed. His
melodious and polished versification also SONG-FROM THE LOVER'S MELANCHOLY. commands our praise. Undoubtedly, he is "Fly hence, shadows, that do keep
as much inferior, as an author, to Ben JonWatchful sorrows charmed in sleep!
son and Fletcher, as they were to ShakThough the eyes be overtaken,
speare. But with Middleton, Rowley and Yet the heart doth ever waken
Massinger, comparisons may be instituted Thoughts, chained up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares :
by Ford's admirers without fear of the conLoves and griefs are so expressed,
sequences. His style has much less vigor As they rather sigh than rest.
and masculine energy than Massinger's, but Fly hence, shadows, that do keep
yet possesses far more sweetness and polish. Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep."
In fine, we may conclude this critique in the The following are from the Broken Heart, eloquent language of the author of Elia: before alluded to:
“Ford was of the first order of poets. He PENTHEA's song.
sought for sublimity not by parcels in met" Oh, no more, no more! too late
aphors or visible images, but directly where Sighs are spent; the burning tapers she has her full residence in the heart of Of a life as chaste as fate,
man; in the actions and sufferings of the Pure as are unwritten papers, Are burned out: no heat, no light
greatest minds. There is a grandeur of the Now remains ; 'tis ever night.
soul above mountains, seas, and the elements. Love is dead; let lovers' eyes,
Even in the poor perverted reason of GioLocked in endless dreams,
vanni and Annabella (see the play first noTh' extremes of all extremes,
ticed in this article] we discern traces of Ope no more, for now love dies,
that fiery particle, which, in the irregular Now love dies, implying Love's martyrs must be ever, ever dying!”
starting from out of the road of beaten ac
tion, discovers something of a right line even A DIRGE ON CALANTHA'S DEATH.
in obliquity, and shows hints of an improvGlories, pleasures, pomps, delights and ease, Can but please
able greatness in the lowest descents and Outward senses, when the mind
degradations of our nature."
THE TRENCHARD PROPERTY.
“The manor, sir! what hath the manor done?
The house is an honest house of wood and stone;
liest days had the mansion acknowledged a
wealthier owner than Stephen Trenchard, Within sight of a road which constitutes with his hundred negroes and ten thousand the principal thoroughfare across one of the acres of fertile hill and bottom. Nor was counties of Eastern Virginia, there was stand- the old man, as might be suspected, a miser ; ing forty years ago a large frame mansion, the scores whom his bounty had assisted an object of more than common notice to defend his name from such a stigma. every traveller. A spacious portico, stretch- In the State militia, Trenchard had ating along the front of the main building, tained the rank of Colonel; and if an indomsent its columns upward to the level of the itable will gives claim to martial titles, he eares, for the support of the projecting gable deserved them. With an irascible temperand its heavy moulding ; while on either ament, he possessed that usual counterprise, side was a wing as high as the central struc. easy placability; yet it was observed that if ture, but sufficiently withdrawn to throw out his resentment in any case survived the first the entrance in bold relief. The house, as interval of quiet, it was apt to rankle ever after we have said, was of frame, and, at the in his mind with a bitterness that admitted time to which we refer, a brilliant coat of of no alleviation. ordinary whitewash covered the exterior of Fair and open in his dealings, whether of the lower story; but by way of contrast, all kindness or hostility, respected by his neighabove the sills of the second tier of windows bors, and affectionately cherished by his showed the natural hue of the yellow pop- slaves, to whom he was at once an imperious lar, only obscured here and there by dingy and an indulgent master, he might, with all relics of the paint which had been applied his riches, have deserved no more lengthy under ancient and very different auspices. tribute to his memory than I have already The beautiful slope which had once been a given, were it not for one or two incidents lawn was now a magnificent cabbage patch. in the latter part of his life. These I now Yonder, to the left, by the rivulet that strug- proceed to relate. The bare facts are themgles so gracefully through the grassy valley, selves sufficiently singular, and I shall not there had been a Grecian summer-house, attempt to add any sort of artificial interhalf embowered in trees ; the site was now est. occupied by a pig-sty. In the room of the On an evening in September, in the sixtygarden paling, which, as furnishing such con- fourth year of Colonel Trenchard's age, be venient kindling-wood, had long since been received information that one of his distant converted into smoke and ashes, stood a huge tobacco fields had been found very much but rickety worm fence. The only objects injured by the cold of the preceding night, that exhibited no evidence of change were and every thing betokened a still heavier frost the solid wall of gray freestone inclosing during that which was about to ensue. He the burial-place of the ancient family, and was anxious and vexed, and in consequence the noble willows that overshadowed each retired to bed sooner than usual. Though angle.
the crop threatened with destruction was of Poverty was not the excuse for these in- many thousand dollars' value, its danger may roads of barbarism, for not even in its palm- yet seem too trivial a matter to deserve revival; but all the particulars which we are “How many were there ?" now giving—many of them of much less "Three; one ob 'em a great big, shaggy, apparent significance than the damage to the yaller fellow, most like Mister " tobacco—were at that time revolved and in- “It was Sol Frazier's, I'll be bound.” vestigated and discussed with an animation “ Yes, dat's what I tink, Marser Steve," very different from any ordinary estimation continued the negro. “ Well, we driv 'em of their importance. The old man slept off, and Dick killed one with a fence rail. uneasily, and finally awoke with a start like But they'd done a sight of harm; de flock one whom the cares of the day haunt in his so big t'udder time sim now like a poor, dreams. It must be mentioned here that 'spisable free nigger's. Out o' satisfaction, I he had been an energetic overseer of his counted dem dat was deceased. I skup de negroes as long as his personal activity lasted, small heaps, tinking dey must be spring and that he retained even now the practice lambs, an' seed four dozen and a half. Dick of blowing a horn at early day-break to says he counts upwards sixty in all. Howawaken the household, and of afterwards somever, dere's a mortual loss and a mortaking note that his field hands at least tual luck too, for de last new moon ris on started to their work in due season. On the my left shoulder. But Heaven save us !" morning we have referred to, Trenchard To account for honest Ichabod's exclamahastily dressed, lighted a candle, and, with- tion, we must explain that his master, without looking at his watch to satisfy himself out attending to his concluding reflection, as to the hour, stepped into the passage at muttered rapidly to himself, “What! sixty whose further extremity was a window open- of my prime lot gone! the best sheep in the ing in the direction of the quarters, and out country; not to be matched any where ! of which he was accustomed to sound his It's too much—it's too much. Why didn't blast. In this hall he met an old black man, you get up sooner and save them, you raswho, having just ascended from the lower cal ?" This was to the astounded black; story, was on his way to his chamber in the and then pealing forth a thundering oath, attic.
|(we are sorry to say that Trenchard was not “ lleigho, marser! what fur wid de horn unfrequently guilty of profanity,) he hurled now ?” exclaimed the servant.
the candlestick that he carried violently “Why, to make you all get up, you block- against the floor. . head!"
The negro had nearly dropped his light “ Bless us, we's got a young marser in- in the effort to express his consternation fully stead of de old; be's gwine fur to make us by expanding both palms at once, but he work early, sure enough-He-he-he!" fortunately retained self-possession enough
“What are you grinning for, Ichabod ?” to prevent the double loss. His master
"Why, look dar !"—they now stood be- seemed to have relieved himself by this exfore the window—“gwine to take moonlight plosion of passion, and calmly taking the for sunshine. See de moon jus' ris all red candle-stick from him, said : as young gal's lips-call dat day?” And “There, now, Ichabod, the moon's well Ichabod, bending nearly double, pointed to up, and you can find your way to bed withthe eastern horizon with a tremulous, skinny out a light. Go, and we'll talk more about finger.
it in the morning." * You're right, you're right, old boy. Thus speaking, he withdrew to his chamThe moon rose last night, by the almanac, ber, closed the door, and without extinguishat ten ininutes past two, so it can't be much ing Ichabod's candle, which he placed on after three now. But what makes you the bureau, or removing any part of his dress, a-stirring at this time?"
threw himself upon the bed. The bedstead, “Why, I hearn the sheep-bells jingle over old-fashioned and very high, stood in the beyint the orchard, and so
| middle of the apartment, and had on one * The mischief you did ! Those con- side the convenience and almost necessity of founded curs at it again ? But you didn't a set of steps to ascend it. An hour or two go alone, did you ?"
after, Ichabod, who occupied the room im“No, Sir. I wuk Dick, and we went over, mediately above, and who, like most old and sure there we did find the dogs makin' negroes, seemed to exist withcut sleep, heard 'struction."
la noise in his master's chamber as of a sudden fall, and then a succession of slighter | house; you will find Dr. Middleton there; sounds which imagination could convert into ask him to come immediately." stamps upon the floor. He lay still awhile, The boy returned in a few minutes, accombut heard nothing ; then he arose from his panied by Mr. Skinner, the overseer, and the pallet soliloquizing: “Must be up; mought Dr. Middleton referred to, a young man want to 'quire more 'bout dem sheep." whose grave and quiet manner made him
The moon gave sufficient light to enable appear much older than he was. The skill him to descend the stairs without difficulty, of the physician and the assiduous efforts of but he found the passage more obscure. the others were at length rewarded with Groping his way along it, he at length symptoms of returning animation in the pareached the door of his master's room, and tient, who being removed to another apartpeering through the key-hole, perceived the ment, opportunity was afforded to investigate candle still burning; but nothing more was the late event more particularly than urgent visible, nor was there the slightest sound anxiety had before permitted. within. He waited several minutes listening Dr. Middleton commenced : attentively, but with no result. He knocked “So, Mr. Mercer, if I understood you gently and spoke : “ Marser!" then louder : aright, you think Col. Trenchard attempted, “ Marser !” Still no sound. Slumber so suicide ?" heavy as not to be broken by these calls “What else can I suppose ? Yet Ichabod could not, he thought, be disturbed by open- must possess more full information. Come, ing the door. Accordingly, turning the knob old man, tell us all about it.” as quietly as the tremulousness of his fingers The negro narrated at much length all would permit, he thrust his head within that he knew of the occurrences of the
To his horror, the old black saw Mr. night. Trenchard hanging by his neck froin one of “Then you think nobody else had a hand the bed-posts, apparently lifeless. Running in this unfortunate business, and that your up hastily he endeavored to raise the body master tried to kill himself ?” and release it from the noose, but his strength. “Sartain, Doctor, I does tink de debbel was inadequate. He glanced wildly around, tuk de chance when he was 'plexed and and seeing no cutting instrument within bothered, and give him de rope to hang hisreach, rushed into the passage, shouting at self with." the extent of his lungs : “ Hallo! Hallo! “Yet I cannot think it," said Middleton. Marser's hung-marser's dead! Help- “You would 'gree with me, sir," returned help-marser's dead !!”
Ichabod, “ if you'd seen the way his eyes Then the faithful fellow hurried back to did shine when he pitched the candle 'cross the chamber, and supported the body so far the passage. Thinks I to myself then, 'The as in some measure to relieve the pressure Old Boy's in marser. And then the way upon the neck. His aged limbs were strained he sort of laughed when he tuk my candle to the utmost, and broad drops of sweat and told me to go to bed was wuss than de bathed his forehead ere assistance came. eye-glitter. And 'sides, who else could a But the interval, measured by the sluggish done it; who would a done it?" hands of the clock, was very brief; and per. “This is indeed a hard question, Ichabod. sons, attracted by the cries which he con- But, Mr. Mercer, I should be glad to learn tinued to utter, ran to the spot from all parts from you more precisely how you found Col. of the house. Besides the negroes, came Trenchard. It appears to me there is not Mr. Mercer, a gentleman whose residence sufficient space between the floor and where was some five miles off, and who had called the head-board of the bed unites with the at the house after Trenchard had retired to post to prevent a man's feet from touching his chamber.
the floor." The rope was of course cut, and such “Truly," replied Mercer,“ this is the most restorative means used as suggested them- singular part of the affair. I found his selves at the instant.
| knees doubled up almost against his breast, Very soon an elderly lady, dressed in and while one end of the rope was fastened black, entered the apartment, and perceiving to the post, the single knot, or shir, as it is the state of Mr. Trenchard, addressed one called, being near the middle of it, the other of the servants : “ Here, run, John, to Sally's / end was tied to his ankles, and confined them