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there are one or two scenes that are fine satire, and sufficiently humorous ; particularly the first interview between the two footmen, which at once ridicules the manners of the great, and the absurdity of their imitators.
Whatever defects there might be in the compofition, there were none in the action ; in this the performers shewed more humour than I had fancied them capable of. Mr. Palmer and Mr. King were entirely what they desired to represent; and Mrs. Clive (but what need I talk of her, since without the least exaggeration The has more true humour than any actor or actress upon the English or any other stage I have seen); The, I say, did the part all the justice it was capable of. And upon the whole a farce, which has only this to recommend it, that the author took his plan from the volume of Nature, by the sprightly manner in which it was performed, was for one night a tolerable entertainment. Thus much may be said in its vindication, that people of fashion seemed more pleased in the representation than the subordinate ranks of people.
UPON UNFORTUNATE MERIT. .
seeins to have its favourite pursuits, which serve to amuse the idle, and relieve the attention of the industrious. Happy the man who is born excellent in the pursuit in vogue, and whose genius seems adapted to the times in which he lives. How many do we fee, who might have excelled in arts or sciences, and who seem furnished with talents equal to the greatest discoveries, had the road not been already beaten by their predeceffors, and nothing left
for them, except trifles to discover, while others of very moderate abilities become famous, because happening to be first in the reigning pursuit !
Thus, at the renewal of letters in Europe, the tafte was not to compose new books, but to comment on the old ones. It was not to be expected that new books should be written, when there were so many of the Antients either not known or not understood. It was not reasonable to attempt new conquests, while they had such an extensive region lying waste for want of cultivation. At that period criticism and erudition were the reigning studies of the times ; and he, who had only an inventive genius, might have languished in hopeless obfcurity. When the writers of antiquity were sufficiently explained and known, the learned fet about imitating them : hence proceeded the number of Latin orators, poets and historians in the reigns of Clement the feventh and Alexander the fixth. This passion for antiquity lasted for many years, to the utter exclufion of every other pursuit, till some began to find, that those works which were imitated from Nature, were more like the writings of antiquity, than even those written in express imitation. It was then modern language began to be cultivated with assiduity, and our poets and orators poured forth their wonders upon the world.
As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease. No fcience or art offers its instruction and amusement in so obvious a manner as ftatuary and painting. Hence we fee, that a desire of cultivating those arts generally attends the decline of science. Thus the finest ftatues and the most beautiful paintings of antiquity preceded but a little the absolute decay of every other science. The statues of Antoninus, Comodus, and their cotemporaries, are the finest productions of the chiffel, and appeared but just before learning was destroyed by comment, criticism, and barbarous invafions.
What happened in Rome may probably be the case with us at home. Our nobility
Our nobility are now more folicitous in patronizing painters and sculptors than those of any other polite profession ; and from the lord, who has his gallery, down to the 'prentice, who has his two-pennny copper-plate, all are admirers of this art. The great by their careffes seem infenfible to all other merit but that of the pencil ; and the vulgar buy every book rather from the excellence of the sculptor than the writer.
How happy were it now, if men of real excellence in that profession were to arise ! Were the painters of Italy now to appear, who once wandered like beggars from one city to another, and produce their almost breathing figures, what rewards inight they not expect! But many of them lived without rewards, and therefore rewards alone will never produce their equals. We have often found the great exert themselves not only without promotion, but in spite of opposition. We have often found them flourishing, like medical plants, in a region of favageness and barbarity, their excellence unknown, and their virtues unheeded.
They who have seen the paintings of Caravagio are feníible of the surprising impreffion they make ; bold, swelling, terrible to the last degree ; all seems animated, and speaks him among the foremost of his profession ; yet this man’s fortune and his fame Teemed ever in opposition to each other.
Unknowing how to flatter the great he was driven from city to city in the utmost indigence, and might truly be said to paint for his bread.
Having one day insulted a person of distinction, who refused to pay him all the respect which he thought his due, he was obliged to leave Rome, and travel on foot, his usual method of going his journeys down into the country, without either money or friends to subfift him.
After he had travelled in this manner as long as his strength would permit, faint with famine and fatigue he at last called at an obscure inn by the way fide. The host knew, by the appearance of his guest, his indifferent circumstances, and refused to furnish him a dinner without previous payment.
As Caravagio was entirely destitute of money, he took down the innkeeper's sign, and painted it anew for his dinner.
Thus refreshed he proceeded on his journey, and left the innkeeper not quite satisfied with this method of payment. Some company of dictinction however coming soon after, and struck with the beauty of the new lign, bought it at an advanced price, and astonished the innkeeper with their generosity ; he was resolved therefore to get as many figns as poffible drawn by the same artist, as he found he could sell them to good advantage ; and accordingly set out after Caravagio, in order to bring him back. It was night-fall before he came up to the place, where the unfortunate Caravagio lay dead by the road fide, overcome by fatigue, resentment, and despair.
THE B E E, No VI.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1759.
TO THE AUTHOR OF THE BEE.
As few subjects are more interesting to society, fo few have been more frequently written upon, than the education of youth. Yet is it not a little surprizing, that it should have been treated almost by all in a declamatory manner? They have infified largely on the advantages that result from it, both to the individual and to society, and have expatiated in the praise of what none have ever been so hardy as to call in question.
Instead of giving us fine but empty harangues upon this subject, instead of indulging each his particular and whimsical systems, it had been much better if the writers on this subject had treated it in a more scientific manner, repreffed all the fallies of imagination, and given us the result of their obfervations with didactic simplicity. Upon this subject the smallest errors are of the most dangerous confequence; and the author should venture the imputation of stupidity upon a topic, where his slightest deviations may tend to injure the rising generation.
I shall therefore throw out a few thoughts upon this subject, which have not been attended to by