NORTH'S SPECIMENS OF THE BRITISH CRITICS. DRYDEN. [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 1845.] That POETRY, according to Lord Bacon a Third Part of Learning, must be a social interest of momentous power. wisest of men-so our dear friends may have heard-extols it above history and above philosophy, as the more divine in its origin, the more immediately and intimately salutary and sanative in its use. Are not Shakspeare and Milton two of our greatest moral teachers? CRITICISM Opens to us the poetry we possess; and, like a magnanimous kingly protector, shelters and fosters all its springing growths. What is criticism as a science? Essentially this-FEELING KNOWN —that is, affections of the heart and imagination become understood subject-matter to the self-conscious intelligence. Must feeling perish because intelligence sounds its depths? Quite the reverse. Greatest minds are those in which, in and out of poetry, the understanding contemplates the will. Then first the soul has its proper strength. Disorderly passions are then tamed, and become the massy pillars of high-built virtue. Criticism? it is a shape of self-intuition. Confession and penitence, in the church, are a moral and a religious criticism. The imagination is less august and solemn, but of the same character. The first age of the world lived by divine instincts; the latter must by reason. How, then, shall we possess the poetry of our being, unless we guard and arm it? If it be a benign, holy, potent faculty, nevertheless it cannot, the most delicate of all our faculties, sustain itself in the strife of opinions raging and thundering around. Then, if it should rightly hold dominion over us, let legislative opinion acknowledge, establish, and fortify that impaled territory. The temper of the times is, in sundry respects, favourable, notwithstanding its too frequent possession by an incensed political spirit. Has there not been for half a century a spontaneous, an ardent, a loving return in literature, of our own and all countries, to the old and great in the productions of the human mind-to nature, with all her fountains? Does not the spirit of man, in the great civilized nations, at this day, travail with desire of knowing itself, its laws, its conditions, its means, its powers, its hopes? It studies, with irregular, often blind and perverted, efforts; but still it studies-itself. And is not criticism, when it speaks, much bolder, more glowing and generous, amplerspirited, more inspiring, and withal more inquiring and philosophical? During the whole period we speak of, poetry and criticism--in nature near akin--with occasional complaints and quarrels, have flourished amicably together, side by side. Both have been strong, healthy and good. Prigs of both kinds the pert and the pompous-will keep prating about the shallowness and superficiality of periodical criticismdeep enough to drown the whole tribe in its very folds. They call for systems. Why will they not be contented with the system of the universe ?-of which they know not that periodical criticism is a conspicuous part. Every other year the nations without telescopes see the rising of some new, bright, particular star. Comets, with tails like O'Connell, are so common as to lose attraction, and blaze by weekly into indiscoverable realms. We have constructed an Orrery of Ebony, which we mean to exhibit at the next great cattleshow, displaying, in their luminous order, the orbs and orbits of all the heavenly bodies. In the centre- -but this is not the time for such high revelations. We have now another purpose; and, leaving all those golden urns to yield light at their leisure, we desire you to take a look along with us at the choice critics of other days, waked by our potent voice from the long-gathering dust. In our plainer style, we beg, ladies and gentlemen, to draw your attention to a series of articles in Blackwood, of which this is Alpha. Omega is intended for a Christmas present to your great-grandchildren. Ay, there were giants in those days, as well as in thesealso much dwarfs. But we shall not lose ourselves with you in the darkness of antiquity-one longish stride backwards of some hundred and fifty years or so, and then let us leisurely look about us for the critics. Who comes here ? A grenadier-GLORIOUS JOHN. Him Scott, Hallam, Macaulay, have pronounced, each in his own peculiar and admirable way, to have been, in criticism, "a light to his people." Him Samuel Johnson called "a man whom every English generation must mention with reverence as a critic and a poet." "Dryden," says the sage, in a splendid eulogium on his prose writings," may be properly considered as the father of English criticism-as the writer who first taught us to determine, upon principles, the merit of composition. Of our former poets, the greatest dramatist wrote without rules, conducted through life and nature by a genius that rarely misled, and never deserted him. Of the rest, those who knew the rules of propriety had neglected to teach them." And he adds wisely To judge rightly of an author, we must transport ourselves to his time, and examine what were the wants of his cotemporaries; and what were his means of supplying them. That which is easy at one time was difficult at another." Let us, then, examine some of Dryden's expositions of principles; and first, those on which he defends Heroic Verse in Rhyme, as the best language of the tragic drama. 66 This can be done effectually only by following him wherever he has treated the subject, and by condensing all his opinions into one consecutive argument. His first play, (a comedy,) "The Wild Gallant," was brought on the stage in February, 1662-3, and with indifferent success, though he has told us that it was more than once the divertisement of Charles II, by his own command, and a favourite with "the Castlemain." "The Rival Ladies" (a tragi-comedy) was acted and published in the year following, and the serious scenes are executed in rhyme. Of its success we know nothing in particular; but Sir Walter thinks that the flowing verse into which some part of the dialogue is thrown, with the strong point and antithesis which all along distinguished his style, especially his argumentative poetry, tended to redeem |