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dowments of nature rather than results of to the bourne of death and the grave: he study,--we desire to draw and to impress will dive into the heart of this great mystery, this distinction: (1) That such intellectual but not in the spirit of despair, or at the and physical qualities as Kean possessed be summons of revenge, or in bravery, or in long to the emotional rather than to the stoical defiance, but in the strength, and in poetical phase of the drama; that the oppor- the whole armor of blial love. We have tunities for their employment are of rare seen actors who fairly scolded their father's occurrence, and are seldom offered except by spirit, and others who quailed before it; but Shaksptare himself; and that they do not except in Charles Kemble, we have never and should not be supposed to supersede the seen one whose looks and tones accorded earnest study of human nature, or that men- with the spirit of that awful revelation of the tal and bodily discipline which the vocation prison-house, and the concealed crime, and of the actor demands. (2) That whereas an its required purgation, and expressed at once actor like Kean is extremely limited in his the sense of woe endured, anticipated, and range of parts—the number of his great stretching onward through a whole life. In cbaracters was six or seven at most this scene, so acted, the classic and romantic actor like Charles Kemble, in virtue of his drama melt into one; it is Orestes hearing catholic study of art as a whole, of his high the hest of A pollo, and it is the Christian general cultivation, of his patient elaboration hero, schular, and soldier standing on the of details, is enabled to fill with success vari- isthmus of time and eternity. Again, in the ous and even dissimilar departments of the beautiful scene with Ophelia, in which the drama, and to combine in one and the same great depths of Hamlet's soul are broken up, person the endowments of a great tragic and and madness and love gush forth together a great comic actor. The example of Kean like a torrent swollen by storms, with what would be of little service to any performer exquisite tenderness of voice did Charles not similarly gifted with himself; the example Kemble deliver even the harsh and bitter of the Kembles is available even to the words of reproach and self-scorning. His humblest members of their profession, and so forlorn and piteous look seemed laboring to long as it was followed and held in honor, so impart the comfort which he could not minlong did the stage retain performers capable ister to himself. Every mode or change of of doing justice to the classical drama of expression and intonation came with its own England.
burden of anguish and despair. Filial love His performance of Hamlet was, perhaps, at one entrance was quite shut out; his Charles Kemble's highest achievement as an mother was for him no longer a mother; alactor. Of the relations which it may have beit not a Clytemnestra, yet, like her (uýtup borne to his brother's impersonation of the auntne), the wife of an Ægisthus — DO princely philosopher we cannot speak, but of more shelter for the weary on that maternal its superiority io all contemporary or later bosom:childhood snapt rudely from manHamlets we entertain no doubt. His form, bood; the earliest and holiest fountain of his voice, his demeanor, his power of ex- love dried up for ever; and as yet the dregs pressing sentiment, his profound melancholy, of the cup have not been drained. The love his meditative repose, were all strictly within stronger than the love of “forty thousand the range of his physical and intellectual en brothers" must also be cast off, at least as to dowments, and had all been anxiously trained all outward seeming; and the arrow which up to the highest point of precision and har-has pierced his own heart be planted in mony. His performance of this arduous Ophelia's also. Seeing Charles Kemble enact character, indeed, left nothing to desire except this scene, we have often marvelled how the that occasionally the harmony of the execu- Ophelias who played with him resisted the tion bad been broken by the disturbing forces infection of his grief. But we must not of passion. Nothing could exceed his pic. forget, in thus reviving our recollections of a ture of loneliness of soul as he stood encircled great artist, that descriptions of acting are, by the court of Denmark; what a gleam of for the most part, like pictures to the blind, joy beamed forth in his welcome of Horatio ; or music to the deaf, or as when a man benow at least he has one faithful counsellor bolds his face in a glass, and straightway the and friend; he is no longer all alone. No image of it passeth away. To those who thing was ever more exquisite or touching remember Charles Kemble's impersonations, than his “Go on, I follow thee,” to the and who studied them with a diligent and ghost. Perfect love had cast out fear; faith reflecting' spirit, we shall appear probably to prevailed over doubt; he will go, if need be, I have traced with feeble lines and dim colors a portrait whose form and tints are yet living had indeed survived the days of poetic and and fresh in remembrance, and will revive as chivalrous delineation; and himself, the limioften as Shakspeare's pages are laid open. tary column of a past age, had come down To those, on the other hand, who have never to the days when the theatres rested their witnessed his acting, we must seem even less popularity upon plays and plots which comexpressive, seeking to embody that which by bined extravagance of incident with questionits proper nature has long ago dislimned and able ethics, and the manager relied more left not a trace behind. Yet it is much to upon his scene-painter and his upholsterer have seen even what we cannot delineate to than upon his actors. In his younger days others; and to convey at least the impression Charles Kemble had been approved by authat it was good, harmonious, and beautiful diences composed of the refined, the accomexceedingly. Nor are we unaware that in plished and the judicious; in his latter years the foregoing attempts to record our own the theatre had ceased to attract these classes impressions we have passed over many ex- generally, because it no longer afforded the amples of his skill or genius, not less worthy means of intellectual entertainment. We of mention than those which we have re- are inclined to think, at least we would fain counted. He restored Mercutio to his proper hope, that a portion of this night has passed position as a humorous, bigh-minded, and away. We possess, indeed, no longer either chivalrous gentleman, such as, in its most well-appointed companies or actors capable palmy days, maintained the honor of Verona, of answering to the demands of the higher and figured in Titian's pictures, or in Villani's tragedy or comedy. But we have among us, pages, ages before the Spaniard, the Gaul or though still dispersed, and thereby deprived the Austrian pressed down with armed heel of the advantages of coöperation, no inconthe beauty of "fair Italy.” To Petruchio siderable number of accomplished actors, he gave back his self-possession and good who would, in their degrees, have earned humor ; in Mr. Kemble's hands he was no themselves a name in any period of the stage“ ancient swaggerer," liable to six weeks' history. We have play-writers, too, though imprisonment for his bullyings and horse their number be few, who, inspired with an whippings. And neither last nor least in the honest purpose, may yet do much at once to catalogue of his impersonations—although it improve the actor in his art, and elevate the is the last we can afford space to enumerate audience in their taste and perceptions.
- Orlando in Ardennes, the very top and We should not be rendering full justice quintessence of woodland chivalry. Four- to the memory of Charles Kemble, were we teen years have passed away since Charles to omit mentioning his exertions in the cause Kemble's final retirement from the stage. of the historical drama by restoring to it, or Virtually, he had withdrawn from his pro- affording it for the first time, its proper scenefession in the winter of 1837, but in the ry and costume. His brother had expunged spring of 1840 he consented at the command much of the neglect and barbarism in these of Her Majesty to retread for a while the matters which had disgraced the stage of scenes of his former triumphs. Among other Betterton, Quin, and Garrick. He had characters, he performed at Covent-garden rescued Othello from his footman's garb, and Theatre Don Felix, Mercutio, Benedick, and Macbeth from his brigadier's uniform, and Hamlet. He remained on the boards long Brutus and Coriolanus from their surplices enough to witness important changes, if not and slippers. But the younger Kemble went an absolute decline, in the art to which his many steps further; and in his representalife had been devoted. He saw its professors, tions of the Moor of Venice, King John, and instead of being collected in strong compa. Henry IV., put upon the stage the senators nies, and disciplined and matured by judicious and captains of the Signory, and the barons training and collective practice, dispersed of England, even in the very garb worn by over a wide area of theatres, where talents of them when their dukes wedded the Adriatic, the first order found no congenial employ- or Hotspur and Worcester fought at Shrewsment, and second-rate actors were able to bury. The pomp and circumstance and achieve easily ill-merited applause. He beauty of Macready's representations of witnessed the almost entire relegation of the Shakspeare's Historical Plays reflected inficlassical drama to theatres which had hitherto nite honor upon his enterprise and taste; been the haunts of melodrama and buffoonery; and Mr. Phelps, annually at Sadler's Wells and the staple productions of these houses, approves himself, so far as the mise en scène by an inverse process of migration, transferred is concerned, one of the most active and to the politer regions of the metropolis. He l skilful of Shakspearian illustrators. To these
gentlemen belongs the full credit of having | attained facility in reading Homer, Xenophon, followed a good example; but to Charles or Euripides. But he would dive to the very Kemble appertains the honor of having led roots before he indulged in the luxury of the the way, and of having, as it were, couched i fruit or flowers; and a certain air of abstracthe public eye, and made it capable of appre- tion observable in his looks, was often owing ciating the power of scenic illustration when to the circumstance that, in his walks, or employed in the rightful and bounden service while seemingly unoccupied, he was carefully of the monarch of dramatic poets.
going through, in his memory, some knotty Hitherto we have considered Charles Kem- paradigma, or defining, for the twentieth time, ble in his public capacity alone ; but he was the precise import of the Greek particles. too remarkable as a man and as a member of Art, and the department of sculpture esperefined and intellectual society, to be regard cially, he had made the subject of earnest ed merely under his aspects as an actor. In study-in some measure, perhaps, as auxiliary our account of him in his professional relato his own profession--but also from more tions we have indeed anticipated many of his catholic and higher notions. Winckelman individual qualities. His intellectual powers himself might have been proud of a pupil are presumed in his ability to conceive and who appreciated the beauty of ancient sculpimpersonate the highest order of dramatic ture with a zest and discernment scarcely incharacter; he who is competent to embody ferior to his own. In both his literary and poetic creations must necessarily possess no artistic acquirements, Charles Kemble's ordinary share of the imaginative faculty it- sphere of observation had been greatly enself. He who is able to analyze, combine, larged by extensive travels--at a time when and reproduce the fine and subtle elements travelling was neither so usual por so easy of Shakspearian life, cannot have studied as it has since become--and by constant either universal or specific human nature communication with intelligent and accomwith an unlearned eye, without exerting, and plished artists, British and foreign. His that in no common degree, the perceptive house, indeed, was at all times the resort of and logical powers of the understanding: persons distinguished in art and literature ; His fine and cultivated taste was displayed and rarely did they encounter a host more in the grace of his manners, in his noble de capable of estimating their common or parmeanor, and in the skill with which he en- ticular excellences, or who entered with a listed the arts in the service of the drama. more cordial interest into their respective But apart from his profession, Charles Kem- pursuits. ble's acquirements in literature were con- Distinguished by a courtesy of demeanor, siderable. He spoke fluently and with ele- even in days more courteous than our own, gance several modern languages; he was Charles Kemble transmitted to the present well versed in the masterpieces of their liter age the express image of the English gentleature. Although not, perhaps, a deep classi- man of the past generation--of the gentlecal scholar, he was familiar with the best man whom Reynolds painted, and of whom writers of ancient Rome; and as the amuse- Beauclerc was the sample and representative. ment of his declining years and comparative He was, indeed, not less formed to delight seclusion, he renewed his early knowledge of and instruct private society than to be the Greek, and prosecuted its difficult study with mould of high breeding, and the glass of the zeal and energy of an aspirant for uni- retined manners on the stage. In his later versity honors. Like his brother, and in years his own social enjoyments were much deed like his family generally, he derived impeded by deafness, and by the recurrence from nature linguistic faculties of the first of a painful disorder. But neither privation quality. Had John Kemble not been the nor paia diminished the urbanity of his adgreatest actor of his day, he would most dress, or the general sweetness and serenity probably have been among its very foremost of his temper. With a shrewd perception philologists, as the notes he has left upon of character, he was lenient in his judgment the subjects of his various reading abundant- of men and their opinions. He was slow to ly evince. And these philological powers censure, and swift to forgive; and more inwere shared by his brother. The labor he clined to make allowance for error than bestowed upon the technicalities of the Greek prone to detect imperfections. grammar was to him a labor of love. With
In the long period of days allotted to half the amount of toil he expended upon him, Charles Kemble had both mingled much the dry, and to most people intolerably mi in society, and marked its features with a nute, details of its accidence, he might have learned eye. His fund of anecdotes was inexhaustible, and his stories derived as much of his fame, and is at once the inheritor and grace and point from his mode of relating as witness of his own triumphs. To no one but from their intrinsic pith and moment. He the actor is it given to speak at once to so might have written--and it is much to be many feelings, to move and permeate so vast regretted that he did not write--a volume of a mass of human passions ; to impart pleareminiscences. The arc of his experience sure, enlightenment, and instruction to so stretched from the days of Burke and Sher- many delighted auditors. He is the interidan to the present moment; for at every preter of the arts to the many: he holds the period of his life he had sought the society keys of sorrow and mirth. It is his voice, of his elders, and courted the intimacy of men or gesture, or look, which has filled the eyes younger than himself.
of crowded spectators with gentle tears, or Charles Kemble has departed from us in has elicited from them bursts of genial laughthe fulness of days, and attended by the ter. But for him, poetry might have been respectful affection of a numerous circle of dumb, and painting meaningless to many friends. His name will endure as long as the men and many minds. He is the merchant records of the stage retain their interest, and who brings the gold of Ophir and eastern wherever the genius of the actor is held in balsams within reach of those whose abode honor. But it is the condition, twin-born is far removed from the regions where Nawith the nature of bis powers and the de. ture has exerted her most subtile and strange mands of his art, that he who in his day alchemy. reaps the first harvest of popularity, is, after The place of Charles Kemble in his prothat day has passed, the soonest forgotten in fession, though long vacant, has never been all but-Name. Yet he is not without com- supplied ; nor is it probable that it ever will, pensation for the ephemeral nature of his for he combined, in an unusual proportion, efforts and triumphs; if neither the pencil intellectual powers with natural gifts; the nor the chisel bave power to perpetuate the void which bis decease has made in the circle effects which once electrified multitudes—if of his friends is as little likely to be filled up, the flashes of his genius be
for he united all that is pleasant in man with
principles and virtues of “sterner stuff.” In All perishable ! like the electric fire, They strike the frame, and as they strike, expire: of Charles Kemble we will repeat the chal
contributing our mite to the final Plaudite Incense 100 pure a bodied flame to bear, Its perfume charms the sense, then blends with air. lenge of the greatest orator of Rome, uttered
upon the decease of Rome's greatest actorYet, on the other hand, while the painter, Quis nostrum tam animo agresti ac duro fuit the sculptor, and the poet are generally com
ut Roscii morte nuper non commoveretur ? pelled to expect from the future their full qui cum esset senex mortuus, tamen propter meed of bonor, the recompense of the actor excellentem artem ac venustatem videbatur is awarded to himself: be enjoys the fulness omnino mori non debuisse.
A LITERARY Cưriosity.-In the beautiful a century; but it is all in the poet's own edition of Goldsmith's Complete Works, just hand-writing, and is not only vouched for by published in London by Murray, we find a Mr. Peter Cunningham,the editor of Murray's poem of several hundred lines by Dr. Gold- new edition of Goldsmith, but by Mr. Foster smith, now for the first time printed. It is the poet's biographer. It will be republished a translation from the Latin of the celebrated here in the course of a few days, in a volume Italian poet Vida, and is entitled The Game now in press, by Phillips, Sampson & Co., of of Chess. It is difficult to imagine where Boston. this MS. has lain perdu for three-quarters of
From Hogg's Instructor.
In the interest which attaches to every | draw so much notice will be evident, if it is thing connected with his name, Mr. Disraeli considered that, of all the vituperative epiis not unlike Lord Byron, one of the gods of thels which are flung at him so lavishly, none his early idolatry. Since Byron, indeed, no are more frequent than those which describe one in this country has piqued the public him as a juggler, a conjuror, a mystery. He curiosity so much, and for so long a time. is not understood ; he is pure Hebrew, and From the day on which he succeeded, by without points, to by far the greater number those memorable philippics, in banishing Peel of those who attempt to read his character from office and from the favor of the Tories, and career. The sharpest missiles which he has been the most marked man in Britain; are burled at his head thus miss their mark, and at the present hour he attracts more at- and, like the Australian boomerang, return tention than ever. The newspapers chronicle again bloodless to his assailants. They demost minutely all his movements, all bis ma- clare that he has no principles, that he has næuvres-how he talked with this member no settled convictions on any one subject; bebind the Speaker's chair ; how he turned, and Lord John Russell even says, that he is to whisper that member on the bench beside infinitely above having any opinion whatsohim; how he slept while Mr. Windy droned; ever. But what does all this prove? It is how he smiled as Captain Hornet buzzed; simply a confession of ignorance on the part how calmly he listened to the roaring of Sir of these individuals; it simply proves that Lionel ; and then, when he rose to reply, the they, at least, have failed to discover that cut of his trousers, the color of his vest, the central solar point from which all his opinlappets of his coat, the tie of his neckcloth, ions emanate, and around which all his acthe arrangement of his hair. And as buds tions cluster, as planets in their orbits. Now, of genius in days of yore practised the Byron we are not defending Mr. Disraeli; we pass scow), and the Byron necktie, and the Byron no judgment on the game which he has limp; so all the very clever youths in this played for the last ball dozen years; his doc
grace shuffle along the streets in Ori- trines may bave been worthy only of a visionental style, bury their hands in their pockets ary Laputan or a horrid Giaour, and his conwith all the Disraelitic rites, have a passion duct may have been worthy only of a wily for mouse-colored wristcoats, nourish a tuft Jesuit or a dancing Dervish; but, whether of moss on the point of the chin, and study good, bad, or indifferent, we must, in the vacancy of expression in their countenance- name of all sound criticism, protest against in this last succeeding to perfection. thus cutting the mysterious knot by a too
On the whole, however, it is not a vulgar easy assertion, that he is alike without princuriosity that is thus directed towards Mr. ciple and without a policy. Disraeli
, nor is a vulgar gossiping the result. It is not our intention, however, in these The truth is, that to most persons he is quite pages, to dwell at any length on Mr. Disraeli's an enigma, a bieroglyphic, at once inviting political career. And it is the less necessary and perplexing inquiry; and not knowing ibus to rehearse the various passages of that what to think of him, they set themselves party warfare in which he has of late been to speak about him. It is ever so. If the engaged, as within the last few months he fruit of faith be works, it is not less true that has gradually, almost imperceptibly, changed words are the fruits of doubt. Silence is di- bis ground, and now fills a position more invine, because it implies faith, knowledge, per- telligible, and less open to criticism, than fect satisfaction; we break silence, we begin lhat which for so long a time he was content to talk, because our vision is not clear, and to occupy as the mouthpiece and headpiece
, to assure ourselves, as much as to convince of a party with which he has but little symothers. And that, in fact, this is the reason pathy. why all the sayings and doings of Mr. Disraeli He is himself a Tory, and his party calls