scious of their weak part, avoid the least breath of air, | Crab. I have seen one that was at his house. Not and supply their want of stamina by care and circum- a thing left but some empty bottles that were overspection. Mrs. C. Well, but this may be all a mistake. You know, Sir Benjamin, very trifling circumstances often give rise to the most injurious tales. Crab. That they do, I'll be sworn, ma'am. O lud! Mr. Surface, pray, is it true that your uncle, Sir Oliver, is coming home? Joseph S. Not that I know of, indeed, sir. Crab. He has been in the East Indies a long time. You can scarcely remember him, I believe? Sad comfort whenever he returns, to hear how your brother has gone on. Joseph S. Charles has been imprudent, sir, to be sure; but I hope no busy people have already prejudiced Sir Oliver against him. He may reform. Sir B. To be sure he may; for my part, I never believed him to be so utterly void of principle as people say; and though he has lost all his friends, I am told nobody is better spoken of by the Jews. Crab. That's true, egad, nephew. If the Old Jewry was a ward, I believe Charles would be an alderman : no man more popular there! I hear he pays as many annuities as the Irish tontine; and that, whenever he is sick, they have prayers for the recovery of his health in all the synagogues. Sir B. Yet no man lives in greater splendor. They tell me, when he entertains his friends, he will sit down to dinner with a dozen of his own securities; have a score of tradesmen waiting in the antechamber, and an officer behind every guest's chair. Joseph S. This may be entertainment to you, gentlemen; but you pay very little regard to the feelings of a brother. Maria. Their malice is intolerable. Lady Sneerwell, I must wish you a good-morning: I'm not very well. [Exit Maria. Mrs C. O dear! she changes color very much. Lady S. Do, Mrs. Candour, follow her: she may want your assistance. Mrs. C. That I will, with all my soul, ma'am. Poor, dear girl, who knows what her situation may be ! [Exit Mrs. Candour. Lady S. 'Twas nothing but that she could not bear to hear Charles reflected on, notwithstanding their difference. Sir B. The young lady's penchant is obvious. Crab. But, Benjamin, you must not give up the pursuit for that: follow her, and put her into good humor. Repeat her some of your own ver-es. Come, I'll assist you. looked, and the family pictures, which I believe are framed in the wainscots. Sir B. And I'm very sorry, also, to hear some bad stories against him. Crab. Oh! he has done many mean things, that's But, however, as he is your brother- [Exeunt Crabtree and Sir Benjamin. Lady S. Ha, ha! 'tis very hard for them to leave a subject they have not quite run down. Joseph S. And I believe the abuse was no more acceptable to your ladyship than Maria. Lady S. I doubt her affections are further engaged than we imagine. But the family are to be here this evening, so you may as well dine where you are, and we shall have an opportunity of observing further; in the meantime, I'll go and plot mischief, and you shall study sentiment. [Exeunt. RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. AETER DEATH, WHAT? CATO alone; in his hand Plato's book on the Immortality of the Soul. A drawn sword on the table by him. T must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well- Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter; And intimates eternity to man : Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! [Laying his hand on his sword. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; Sir B. And everything sold, I'm told, that was But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, movable. Unhurt amid the war of elements, Sir B. Mr. Surface, I did not mean to hurt you; but, depend on't, your brother is utterly undone. Crab. O lud, ay! undone as ever man was. raise a guinea! Can't was but yesterday I was told that Miss Gadabout had | has a pretty wit, and is a pretty poet, too; isn't he, eloped with Sir Filligree Flirt. But there's no mind- Lady Sneerwell? ing what one hears; though, to be sure, I had this from very good authority. Maria. Such reports are highly scandalous. Mrs. C. So they are child-shameful, shameful! But the world is so censorious, no character escapes. Well, now, who would have suspected your friend, Miss Prim, of an indiscretion? Yet such is the illnature of people that they say her uncle stopped her last week, just as she was stepping into the York mail with her dancing master. Maria. I'll answer for 't, there are no grounds for that report. Mrs. C. Ah, no foundation in the world, I dare swear; no more, probably than for the story circulated last month of Mrs. Festino's affair with Colonel Cassino; though, to be sure, that matter was never rightly cleared up. Joseph S. The license of invention some people take is monstrous indeed. Maria. 'Tis so-but, in my opinion, those who report such things are equally culpable. Mrs. C. To be sure they are; tale-bearers are as bad as the tale-makers-'tis an old observation, and a very true one: but what's to be done, as I said before? how will you prevent people from talking? To-day, Mrs. Clackitt assured me Mr. and Mrs. Honeymoon were at last become mere man and wife, like the rest of their acquaintance. * * No, no! tale-bearers, as I said before, are just as bad as the tale-makers. Joseph S. Ah! Mrs. Candour, if everybody had your forbearance and good-nature! Sir Benjamin. O fie, uncle! Crab. Nay, egad, it's true; I back him at a rebus or a charade against the best rhymer in the kingdom. Has your ladyship heard the epigram he wrote last week on Lady Frizzle's feather catching fire? Do, Benjamin, repeat it, or the charade you made last night extempore at Mrs. Drowzie's conversazione. Come now; your first is the name of a fish, your second, a great naval commander, and— Sir B. Uncle, now-prithee Crab. I' faith, ma'am, 'twould surprise you to hear how ready he is at these things. Lady S. I wonder, Sir Benjamin you never publish anything. Sir B. To say truth, ma'm, 'tis very vulgar to print; and as my little productions are mostly satires and lampoons on particular people, I find they circulate more by giving copies in confidence to the friends of the parties. However, I have some love elegies, which, when favored with this lady's smiles, I mean to give the public. Crab. 'Fore heaven, ma'am, they'll immortalize you! You will be handed down to posterity, like Petrarch's Laura, or Waller's Sacharissa. Sir B. Yes, madam, I think you will like them, when shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall murmur through a meadow of margin. 'Fore gad, they will be the most elegant things of their kind! you Crab. But, ladies, that's true-have you heard the news? Mrs. C. What, sir, do you mean the report of Mrs. C. I confess, Mr. Surface, I cannot bear to ugly circumstances come out against our acquaintance, I own I always love to think the best. By the by, I hope 'tis not true that your brother is absolutely ruined? Joseph S. I am afraid his circumstances are very bad indeed, ma'am. Mrs. C. Ah! I heard so-but you must tell him to keep up his spirits; everybody almost is in the same way-Lord Spindle, Sir Thomas Splint, and Mr. Nickit -all up, I hear, within this week; so, if Charles is undone, he'll find half his acquaintance ruined too; and that, you know, is a consolation. Joseph S. Doubtless, ma'am-a very great one. Serv. Mr. Crabtree and Sir Benjamin Backbite. Lady S. So, Maria, you see your lover pursues you positively you shan't escape. [Enter CRABTREE and SIR BENJAMIN BAC Crabtree. Lady Sneerwell, I kiss y Candour, I don't believe you are a nephew, Sir Benjamin Backbite? Egad! ma'am Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know | from the city; to give an air of maiden beauty to a myself. (Knocking.) most venerable institution; to exercise a renovating Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou taste at a most inconsiderable outlay; to call up, as it couldst. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. A DAGGER OF THE MIND. FROM "MACBETH." [MACBETH before the murder of Duncan, meditating alone, sees the image of a dagger in the air, and thus soliloquizes:] 'S this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. were, the snowy beauty of Greece in the coal-smoke atmosphere of London; in a word, my lord—but as yet 'tis a profound secret-it is to paint St. Paul's! To give it a virgin outside-to make it so truly respectable. Lord Skin. A gigantic effort! Sir P. The fancy fair will be on a most comprehensive and philanthropic scale. Every alderman takes a stall, and to give you an idea of the enthusiasm of the city-but this also is a secret-the Lady Mayoress has been up three nights making pincushions. Lord Skin. But you don't want me to take a stall -to sell pincushions? Sir P. Certainly not, my lord. And yet your philanthropic speeches in the House, my lord, convince me that, to obtain a certain good, you would sell anything. Lord Skin. Well, well; command me in any way; benevolence is my foible. [COMPANIES For leasing Mount Vesuvius, FOR MAKING A TRIP ALL AROUND THE World, for BUYING THE SERPENTINE RIVER, ETC.] Captain Smoke. We are about to start a company to take on lease Mount Vesuvius for the manufacture of lucifer matches. Sir P. A stupendous speculation! I should say that, when its countless advantages are duly numbered, it will be found a certain wheel of fortune to the enlightened capitalist. Smoke. Now, sir, if you would but take the chair at the first meeting—(Aside to Chatham: We shall make it all right about the shares)—if you would but speak for two or three hours on the social improvement conferred by the lucifer-match, with the monopoly of sulphur secured in the company-a monopoly which will suffer no man, woman, or child to strike a light without our permission. Chatham. Truly, sir, in such a cause, to such an auditory-I fear my eloquence. Smoke. Sir, if you would speak well anywhere, there's nothing like first grinding your eloquence on a mixed meeting. Depend on 't, if you can only manage a little humbug with a mob, it gives you great confidence for another place. Lord Skin. Smoke, never say humbug; its coarse. Sir P. And not respectable. world. We propose to hire a three-decker of the Lords of the Admiralty, and fit her up with every accommodation for families. We've already advertised for wet-nurses and maids of all work. Sir P. A magnificent project! And then the fittings-up will be so respectable. A delightful billiardtable in the ward-room; with, for the humbler classes, skittles on the orlop-deck. Swings and archery for the ladies, trap-ball and cricket for the children, whilst the marine sportsman will find the stock of gulls unlimited. Weippert's quadrille band is engaged, and— Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Smoke. For the convenience of lovers, the ship will And sometimes comes she with tithe-pig's tail, carry a parson. Chat. And the object? Smoke. Pleasure and education. At every new country we shall drop anchor for at least a week, that the children may go to school and learn the language. The trip must answer: 'twill occupy only three years, and we've forgotten nothing to make it delightfulnothing from hot rolls to cork jackets. Brown. And now, sir, the third venture? Smoke. That, sir, is a company to buy the Serpentine River for a Grand Junction Temperance Cemetery. Brown. What! so many watery graves? Smoke. Yes, sir, with floating tombstones. Here's the prospectus. Look here; surmounted by a hyacinth-the very emblem of temperance-a hyacinth flowering in the limpid flood. Now, if you don't feel equal to the lucifers-I know his lordship's goodnessWe'll give you up the cemetery. (Aside to Chatham: A family vault as a bonus to the chairman.) Sir P. What a beautiful subject for a speech! Water lilies and aquatic plants gemming the translucent crystal, shells of rainbow brightness, a constant supply of gold and silver fish, with the right of angling secured to shareholders. The extent of the river being necessarily limited, will render lying there so select, so very respectable. DREAMS. Douglas Jerrold. FROM ROMEO AND JULIET." ERCUTIO.-O then, I see, queen Mab hath She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes, On the fore-finger of an alderman, Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep, Romeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams : Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes E'en now the frozen bosom of the North, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping South. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. LOVE'S ECSTACY. FROM THE FALCON." REDERICK.-GIANA! my Giana! we will have I'll be thy servant ever; yet not so. Fred. I'll be a miser of thee; watch thee ever: I swear it shall be so: it shall, my love. There was a statuary once who loved And worshipped the white marble that he shaped; Gia. With talking. -Oh! ever while those floating orbs look bright, And in the beauty and the spell that lies FROM "OTHELLO." REPUTATION. OOD name, in man and woman, dear iny lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis some thing, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands. But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, JEALOUSY. Trifles light as air Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong OTHELLO'S STORY OF THE HANDKERCHIEF. Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer and could almost read The thoughts of people; she told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye There's magic in the web of it: In her prophetic fury sewed the work: OTHELLO'S PATHETIC UPBRAIDING OF HIS WIFE. Desdemona. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? |