RICHARD L. SHEIL-J. H. PAYNE-B. W. PROCTER. Another Irish poet, and man of warm imagination, RICHARD Lalor Sheil (1794-1851), sought distinction as a dramatist. His plays, Evadne and The Apostate, were performed with much success, partly owing to the admirable acting of Miss O'Neil. The interest of Mr Sheil's dramas is concentrated too exclusively on the heroine of each, and there is a want of action and animated dialogue; but they abound in impressive and wellmanaged scenes. The plot of Evadne is taken from Shirley's Traitor, as are also some of the sentiments. The following description of female beauty is very finely expressed : But you do not look altered-would you did! Mr Sheil was afterwards successful on a more conspicuous theatre. As a political character and orator, he was one of the most distinguished men of his age. His brilliant imagination, pungent wit, and intense earnestness as a speaker, riveted the attention of the House of Commons, and of popular Irish assemblies, in which he was enthusiastically received. In the Whig governments of his day, Mr Sheil held office; and at the time of his death, was the British minister at Florence. In the same year with Mr Sheil's Evadne (1820) appeared Brutus, or the Fall of Tarquin, a historical tragedy, by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. There is no originality or genius displayed in this drama; but, when well acted, it is highly effective on the stage. In 1821, MR PROCTER'S tragedy of Mirandola was brought out at Covent Garden, and had a short but enthusiastic run of success. The plot is painful-including the death, through unjust suspicions, of a prince sentenced by his father-and there is a want of dramatic movement in the play; but some of the passages are imbued with poetical feeling and vigorous expression. The doting affection of Mirandola, the duke, has something of the warmth and the rich diction of the old dramatists. Duke. My own sweet love! O my dear peerless wife! By the blue sky and all its crowding stars, I love you better-oh, far better than I shall grow Duke. We'll ride together, dearest, Some few hours hence. JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES. The most successful of modern tragic dramatists was JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES (1784-1862), whose plays have been collected and republished in three volumes. His first play, Caius Gracchus, was performed in 1815; and the next, Virginius, had an extraordinary run of success. It was founded on that striking incident in Roman story, the death of a maiden by the hand of her father, Virginius, to save her from the lust and tyranny of Appius. Mr Knowles afterwards brought out The Wife, a Tale of Mantua; The Hunchback, Woman's Wit, The Blind Beggar of Bethnal Green, William Tell, The Love Chase, &c. With considerable knowledge of stage-effect, Mr Knowles unites a lively, inventive imagination, and a poetical colouring, which, if at times too florid and gaudy, sets off his familiar images and illustrations. His style is formed on that of Massinger and the other elder dramatists, carried often to a ridiculous excess. He also frequently violates Roman history and classical propriety, and runs into conceits and affected metaphors. These faults are counterbalanced by a happy art of constructing scenes and plots, romantic, yet not too improbable; by skilful delineation of character, especially in domestic life; and by a current of poetry which sparkles through his plays, 'not with a dazzling lustre-not with a gorgeousness that engrosses our attention, but mildly and agreeably; seldom impeding with useless glitter the progress and development of incident and character, but mingling itself with them, and raising them pleasantly above the prosaic level of common life.'* Mr Knowles was a native of Cork. Having succeeded in the drama, he tried prose fiction, and wrote two novels, George Lovell and Henry Fortescue; but they have little_merit. He next embarked in polemical discussion, attacking the * Edinburgh Review for 1833. Church of Rome; and he occasionally preached in Baptist chapels. Scene from Virginius.' APPIUS, CLAUDIUS, and LICTORS. Appius. Well, Claudius, are the forces At hand? Claudius. They are, and timely too; the people Are in unwonted ferment. App. There's something awes me at The thought of looking on her father! Claud. Look Upon her, my Appius! Fix your gaze upon The treasures of her beauty, nor avert it Till they are thine. Haste! Your tribunal! Haste! [Appius ascends the tribunal. Enter NUMITORIUS, ICILIUS, LUCIUS, CITIZENS, VIRGINIUS leading his daughter, SERVIA, and CITIZENS. A dead silence prevails. Virginius. Does no one speak? I am defendant here. Who casts off shame, should likewise cast off fear- App. You had better, Virginius, wear another kind of carriage; This is not of the fashion that will serve you. Vir. The fashion, Appius! Appius Claudius, tell me The fashion it becomes a man to speak in, Whose property in his own child-the offspring His hand, his arm-yea, nearer-closer far, App. Stand forth, Claudius! If you lay claim to any interest In the question now before us, speak; if not, Bring on some other cause. Claud. Most noble Appius Vir. And are you the man That claims my daughter for his slave?-Look at me, And I will give her to thee. Claud. She is mine, then : Do I not look at you? Vir. Your eye does, truly, But not your soul. I see it through your eye But gives the port of impudence to falsehood I had forgot; the fashion of my speech Claud. I demand Protection of the Decemvir! App. You shall have it. Vir. Doubtless! Is she not his slave? Will his tongue lie for him- To ask him if she 'll swear! Will she walk or run, In jeopardy by such a barefaced trick! App. No law in Rome, Virginius, Icilius. Fear not, love; a thousand oaths App. You swear the girl's your child, App. Your answer now, Virginius. [Brings Virginia forward. Is this the daughter of a slave? I know 'Tis not with men as shrubs and trees, that by And sympathetic fount, that at her cry Is most unfruitful, then, that takes the flower- Women and Citizens. You have, Virginius. You're very ready for a tumult, citizens. [Troops appear behind. Lictors, make way to let these troops advance !We have had a taste of your forbearance, masters, And wish not for another. Vir. Troops in the Forum! App. Virginius, have you spoken ? Vir. If you have heard me, I have; if not, I'll speak again. App. You need not, Virginius; I had evidence to give, Which, should you speak a hundred times again, Vir. Your hand, Virginia! Stand close to me. App. My conscience will not let me Be silent. Tis notorious to you all, That Claudius' father, at his death, declared me The guardian of his son. This cheat has long [Aside. Vir. Don't tremble, girl! don't tremble. App. Virginius, [Aside. I feel for you; but though you were my father, The tongues that told him she was not my child His pleasure-markets for him, picks, and scents, To the honour of a Roman maid! my child! This second Tarquin had already coiled His arms around her. Look upon her, Romans ! She is unstained.-Your hands! your hands! your hands! Citizens. They are yours, Virginius. App. Keep the people back Support my Lictors, soldiers! Seize the girl, Icilius, Down with the slaves! The people make a show of resistance; but, upon the advance of the soldiers, retreat, and leave ICILIUS, VIRGINIUS, and his daughter, &c. in the hands of APPIUS and his party. Deserted!-Cowards! traitors! Let me free Had I relied upon myself alone, I had kept them still at bay! I kneel to you— To rush upon your swords. Vir. Icilius, peace! You see how 'tis, we are deserted, left Alone by our friends, surrounded by our enemies, App. Separate them, Lictors! Vir. Let them forbear a while, I pray you, Appius: It is not very easy. Though her arms Are tender, yet the hold is strong by which She grasps me, Appius-forcing them will hurt them; They'll soon unclasp themselves. Wait but a littleYou know you're sure of her! App. I have not time To idle with thee; give her to my Lictors. Vir. Appius, I pray you wait! If she is not A moment with her nurse; perhaps she 'll give me And knotted round my heart, that, if you break it, App. Have your wish. Be brief!— Virginia. Do you go from me? Do you leave? Father! Father! Vir. No, my child No, my Virginia-come along with me. Virginia. Will you not leave me? Will you take me with you? Will you take me home again? Oh, bless you! bless you! My father! my dear father! Art thou not VIRGINIUS, perfectly at a loss what to do, looks anxiously around the Forum; at length his eye falls on a butcher's stall, with a knife upon it. Vir. This way, my child-No, no; I am not going To leave thee, my Virginia! I'll not leave thee. App. Keep back the people, soldiers! Let them not Approach Virginius! Keep the people back![Virginius secures the knife. Well, have you done? Vir. Short time for converse, Appius, But I have. The Bride's Tragedy, by THOMAS LOVELL tended for the closet rather than the theatre. It BEDDOES (1803-1849), published in 1822, is inpossesses many passages of pure and sparkling verse. "The following,' says a writer in the Edinburgh Review, 'will shew the way in which Mr Beddoes manages a subject that poets have almost reduced to commonplace. We thought all similes for the violet had been used up; but he gives us a new one, and one that is very delightful.' Hesperus and Floribel-the young wedded lovers -are in a garden; and the husband speaks : Hesperus. See, here's a bower Of eglantine with honeysuckles woven, Floribel. Jealous so soon, my Hesperus! Look, then, Hesperus kills her, and afterwards mourns thus It is a bunch of flowers I pulled for you: over her body: Here's the blue violet, like Pandora's eye, When first it darkened with immortal life. Hesp. Sweet as thy lips. Fie on those taper fingers! Have they been brushing the long grass aside, To drag the daisy from its hiding-place, Where it shuns light, the Danaë of flowers, With gold up-hoarded on its virgin lap! Flor. And here's a treasure that I found by chance, A lily of the valley; low it lay Over a mossy mound, withered and weeping, Hesp. Of all the posy Give me the rose, though there's a tale of blood 'Tis writ, how Zephyr, envious of his love- ('Twas said the beauteous bantling was the child Toyed with a pea-bud in a lady's garland) ; And fed the fettered wretch with dew and air. And there is an expression in the same scene (where the author is speaking of sleepers' fancies, &c.) While that winged song, the restless nightingale which is perfectly beautiful. The reader may now take a passage from the scene where Hesperus murders the girl Floribel. She is waiting for him in the Divinity path, alone, and is terrified. At last he comes; and she sighs out: Speak! let me hear thy voice, Tell me the joyful news! and thus he answers: Ay, I am come In all my solemn pomp, Darkness and Fear, Hesp. 'Twill serve to fill the goblets Their gory bosoms; they'll look wondrous comely; Dead art thou, Floribel; fair, painted earth, Look, what a face! Had our first mother worn Mr Beddoes was son of DR THOMAS BEddoes (1760-1808), an eminent physician, scholar, and man of scientific attainments, as well as of great versatility of literary talent. Dr Beddoes was married to a younger sister of Maria Edgeworth, and was an early patron of Sir Humphry Davy. His son, the dramatic poet, was only nineteen when The Bride's Tragedy was produced. He afterwards devoted himself to scientific study and foreign travel, but occasionally wrote poetry not unworthy of the reputation he achieved by his early performance. After his death was published Death's Fest-book, or the Fool's Tragedy (1850); and Poems, with a memoir (1851). Mr Beddoes was a writer of a high order, but restless, unfixed, and deficient both in energy and ambition. JOHN TOBIN. bald has remarked, of the fallacious hopes by JOHN TOBIN was a sad example, as Mrs Inch which half mankind are allured to vexatious enterprise. He passed many years in the anxious labour of writing plays, which were rejected by the managers; and no sooner had they accepted The Honeymoon, than he died, and never enjoyed the recompense of seeing it performed.' Tobin was born in Salisbury in the year 1770, and educated for the law. In 1785 he was articled to an eminent solicitor of Lincoln's Inn, and afterwards entered into business himself. Such, however, was his devotion to the drama, that before the age of twenty-four he had written several plays. His attachment to literary composition did not withdraw him from his legal engagements; but his time was incessantly occupied, and symptoms of consumption began to appear. A change of climate was recommended, and Tobin went first to Cornwall, and thence to Bristol, where he embarked for the West Indies. The vessel arriving at Cork, was detained there for some days; but on the 7th of December 1804, it sailed from that port, on which day-without any apparent change in his disorder to indicate the approach of death-the invalid expired. Before quitting London, Tobin had left The Honeymoon with his After some further speech, Floribel asks him what brother, the manager of Drury Lane having given he means, and he replies: What mean I? Death and murder, Darkness and misery. To thy prayers and shrift, Earth gives thee back. Thy God hath sent me for thee; Repent and die. She returns gentle answers to him; but in the end a promise that it should be performed. Its success was instant and decisive; and it is still a favourite acting play. Two other pieces by Tobin-The quently brought forward; but they are of inferior Curfew and The School for Authors-were subsemerit. The Honeymoon is a romantic drama, partly in blank verse, and written somewhat in the style of Beaumont and Fletcher. The scene is laid in Spain, and the plot taken from The Taming of the Shrew, though the reform of the haughty lady is accomplished less roughly. The Duke of Aranza conducts his bride to a cottage in the country, pretending that he is a peasant, and that he has obtained her hand by deception. The proud Juliana, after a struggle, submits; and the duke, having accomplished his purpose of rebuking 'the domineering spirit of her sex,' asserts his true rank, and places Juliana in his palace : This truth to manifest-a gentle wife Is still the sterling comfort of man's life; To fools a torment, but a lasting boon To those who-wisely keep their honeymoon. The following passage, where the duke gives his directions to Juliana respecting her attire, is pointed out by Mrs Inchbald as peculiarly worthy of admiration, from the truths which it contains. The fair critic, like the hero of the play, was not ambitious of dress. Can see her beauty in ! Juliana. I shall observe, sir. Duke. I should like well to see you in the dress I last presented you. Juliana. The blue one, sir? Duke. No, love-the white. Thus modestly attired, A half-blown rose stuck in thy braided hair, With no more diamonds than those eyes are made of, No deeper rubies than compose thy lips, Nor pearls more precious than inhabit them; With the pure red and white, which that same hand Which blends the rainbow mingles in thy cheeks; This well-proportioned form-think not I flatter-In graceful motion to harmonious sounds, And thy free tresses dancing in the windThou 'lt fix as much observance as chaste dames Can meet without a blush. JOHN O'KEEFE-FREDERICK REYNOLDS THOMAS MORTON-MARIA EDGEWORTH. JOHN O'KEEFE, a prolific farce-writer, was born in Dublin in 1746. While studying the art of drawing, to fit him for an artist, he imbibed a passion for the stage, and commenced the career of an actor in his native city. He produced generally some dramatic piece every year for his benefit, and one of these, entitled Tony Lumpkin, was played with success at the Haymarket Theatre, London, in 1778. He continued supplying the theatres with new pieces, and up to the year 1809, had written about fifty plays and farces. Most of these were denominated comic operas or musical farces, and some of them enjoyed great success. The Agreeable Surprise, Wild Oats, Modern Antiques, Fontainebleau, The Highland Reel, Love in a Camp, The Poor Soldier, and Sprigs of Laurel, are still favourites, especially the first, in which the character of Lingo, the schoolmaster, is a laughable piece of broad humour. O'Keefe's writings, it is said, were merely intended to make people laugh, and they have fully answered that object. The lively dramatist was in his latter years afflicted with blindness, and in 1800 he obtained a benefit at Covent Garden Theatre, on which occasion he was led forward by Mr Lewis, the actor, and delivered a poetical address. He died at Southampton on the 4th of February 1833, having reached the advanced age of eighty-six. FREDERICK REYNOLDS (1765-1841) was one of the most voluminous of dramatists, author of seventeen popular comedies, and altogether of about a hundred dramatic pieces. He served Covent Garden for forty years in the capacity of what he called 'thinker'-that is, performer of every kind of literary labour required in the establishment. Among his most successful productions are: The Dramatist, Laugh when you Can, The Delinquent, The Will, Folly as it Flies, Life, Management, Notoriety, How to grow Rich, The Rage, Speculation, The Blind Bargain, Fortune's Fool, &c. Of these, The Dramatist is the best. The hero, Vapid, the dramatic author, who goes to Bath to pick up characters,' is a laughable caricature, in which, it is said, the author drew a likeness of himself; for, like Vapid, he had 'the ardor scribendi upon him so strong, that he would rather you'd ask him to write an epilogue or a scene than offer him your whole estate--the theatre was his world, in which were included all his hopes and wishes.' Out of the theatre, however, as in it, Reynolds was much esteemed. Another veteran comic writer, THOMAS MORTON, is author of Speed the Plough, Way to get Married, Cure for the Heartache, and the School of Reform, which may be considered standard pieces on the stage. Besides these, Mr Morton produced Zorinski, Secrets Worth Knowing, and various other plays, most of which were performed with great applause. The acting of Lewis, Munden, and Emery was greatly in favour of Mr Morton's productions on their first appearance; but they contain the elements of theatrical success. characters are strongly contrasted, and the scenes and situations well arranged for effect, with occasionally a mixture of pathos and tragic or romantic incident. In the closet these works fail to arrest attention; for their merits are more artistic than literary, and the improbability of many of the incidents appears glaring when submitted to sober inspection. Mr Morton was a native of Durham, and bred to the law. He died in 1838, aged seventy-four. The MARIA EDGEWORTH, the celebrated novelist, was induced, by the advice of her father, and that of a more competent judge, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, to attempt the drama. In 1817, she published Comic Dramas in Three Acts. Three pieces were comprised in this volume, two of them Irish; but though the dialogue was natural, the plays were deficient in interest, and must be considered as dramatic failures. |