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of the reader, and will show that the delicacy of his taste, and soundness of his judgment, were almost as remarkable as the richness of his fancy. That he could present the world with such a copy of Lear, having before him such a paltry original, is the strongest evidence of his possessing the poet's frenzy-rolling eye, as well as his imagination to body forth things unsubstantial, and his pen to give them shape.
The extract is part of a scene in a drama intitled “ The History of King Leir and his Three Daughters.”
Cordella. Ah, good old father, tell to me thy griefe,
Leir. Ah, good young daughter, I may call thee so;
Cor. Do you not owe her still? what is she dead?
Leir. No, God forbid: but all my interest's gone,
Cor. Your title's good still: for 'tis alwayes knowne,
LEIR. Yes, I have more by two, then would I had.
Cor. O, say not so, but rather see the end;
Leir. If from the first I should relate the cause,
Cor. For God's love tell it; and when you have done,
LEIR. Then know this first, I am a Brittaine borne,
I turned her from me to go sinke or swim:
King. Nor never like impiety was done,
LEIR. And now I am constraind to sceke reliefe
Cor. No doubt she will, I dare be sworne she will.
Cor. Myselfe a father have a great way hence,
Leir. O, no mens children are unkind but mine.
Cor. Condemne not all, because of others crime; But looke, deare fathery looke, behold and see Thy loving daughter speaketh unto thee. [She kneels.
LEIR. O, stand thou ny, it is my part to kneele,
Cor. O, if you wish I should injoy my breath,
Leir. But you gave life to me and to my friend,
Cor. You brought me up, when as I was but young, And far unable for to helpe myselfe.
Lerr. I cast thee forth, when as thou wast but young, And far unable for to helpe thyselfe.
Cor. God, world, and nature, say I do you wrong,
KING. Let me break off this loving controversy,
[He riseth. And honours you with as respective duty, As if you were the monarch of the world.
Cor. But I will never rise from off my knee, [She kneels.
Leir. The blessing, which the God of Abraham gave
Cor. Now is my heart at quiet, and doth leape
LEIR. O, he hath bin the kindest friend to me,
Perillus. My toung doth faile, to say what heart doth think; I am so ravisht with exceeding joy.
KING. All you have spoke: now let'me speak my mind, And in few words much matter here conclude: He kneele. If ere my heart do harbour any joy, Or true content repose within my breast,
Till I have rooted out this viperous sect,
King. Come, let's to armes for to redresse this wrong:
Such were the sparks, such the fuel, that served to light up and feed the genius of Shakspeare; and if his originality is questionable on that ground, let every other poet content himself with the name of imitator!
SELF CONTROL........A NEW NOVEL.
In the Mirror for last February we delivered our sentiments on novels and novel-reading. The depraved taste and corrupt habits of the times, render this subject much more important than is generally imagined; and we then entered upon it with the most serious conviction that the erudition of every country ought to step in to correct the abuse into which this department of literature has been carried by its numerous needy retainers and unqualified pretenders. We touched at that time but superficially upon the subject, intending to resume it in due time; and, indeed, we made a promise to that effect: but though we have neither abandoned that purpose, nor lost sight of our promise, a variety of circumstances, arising chiefly from a low state of health, have delayed the execution of it, as well as of other designs, which we cannot help flattering ourselves will yet be found to combine utility with amusement: for we hope, at no great distance of time, to redeem our pledge.
In the essay alluded to, we asserted that “ nineteen in twenty of " the books called Novels, are positively mischievous; and that it ist might be very much doubted whether any of them were positive“ ly salutary, except under certain restrictions." By salutary we meant having a positive tendency to improve the morals or the understanding. A proposition so broad, however, admits of qualification, and ought to be explained.
That books of sacred authority, and lessons of the most imperative nature, inforced too by the most awful examples, constantly fail of correcting the morals, amending the heart, or regulating the conduct, every one of common sense must know; since each passing week's experience proves that the denunciations of religion, and the exhortations of our pastors, inforced by all the