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temptible characters that infested the age, thronging, as we are told, “the middle aisle of St. Paul's," and swarming in every street and tavern of the metropolis. This mass of learning, this insight into the secret springs of action, this caustic wit, and power of vivid characterization, were directed, under the guidance of a sound judgment and masculine morality, to dramatic composition.

Why then, it may be asked, have these plays ceased to keep possession of the stage?* Why have they fallen into neglect? There are several causes which have conspired to produce this result. The first is, that Jonson belonged to a school of poetry, distinguished as the “metaphysical,” the school of Donne, and afterwards of Cowley-a school which delighted in all manner of far-fetched and learned conceits, which sought perpetually after novelties, which rendered to wit the homage which was due to nature, and which, by necessary consequence, paid forfeit to posterity, in winning the approbation of its own age. Judging of his works by the standard of that more natural taste which now prevails, we find much in them to condemn. After the expression of some judicious sentiment, we are annoyed by the intrusion of some other idea, which, though not nonsense, has yet no needful connexion with what had gone before. We wonder why it stands there, and that it does excite this wonder, is, perhaps, the true reason of its insertion. In composing “ Volpone,” our author seems to have listened to the suggestions of his better genius. It seems to us that he has stricken out these ambitious passages, and retained little but what is pertinent to the matter. We are conscious of a brisker movement in the action, and our attention is less solicited by thoughts that are collateral merely, or extrinsic. Another cause of the unpopularity of these plays, is the extreme ruggedness and harshness of the versification. We speak not, of course, in reference to the versification of our own day; to institute such a comparison, were to do Jonson gross injustice, for we must remember that when he wrote, it was still rude and imperfect; that neither Denham nor Waller, Milton, Dryden, nor Pope, had lent his contribution, and brought it to that point of touching melody or varied harmony, which it is now, perhaps, impossible to exceed. But we would measure Jonson's verses by the standard of his own times, and if we compare his best lines with those of Marlowe, who was his predecessor, or Shakspeare, his contemporary, we shall perceive his decided inferiority in his susceptibility of rhythmical modulation. Can he furnish any such glowing verses as these of Marlowe?

* But three are retained on the English stage.

“ Stand still, you ever moving spheres of heav'n,
That time may cease, and midnight never come!
You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell!
Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist,
Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud;
That when you vomit forth into the air,
My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ;
But let my soul mount, and ascend to Heav'n !"

[Faustus-Act 5, Scene last.

Or those exquisite lines of Shakspeare, in his address to

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" Oh Sleep-oh gentle Sleep
Nature's soft nurse-how have I frighted thee?
That thou, no more, wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness!
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, &c."

But for some redeeming passages in Jonson's masques, and occasionally in his plays, we should say that his lines, though they measure to the finger, are, at the same time, so impracticable, from their defective accentuation, that they can scarcely be esteemed as any thing better than an abrupt and stilted prose.

Another reason may be found in the selection of his subjects. He was fond of painting humourous affectations, not so much man, as his fantastic external forin; when this form had changed, the merit of the delineation was lost ; when he had swept away, by the mere force of his satire, the swarms of ephemeral insects, his fame as a delineator, expired in the moment of his triumph! It were alınost as idle to attempt to interest posterity by the description of these exploded affectations, as by sketching the ever varying forms and fantastic outlines of a summer cloud. Had Jonson laboured in another mine, he never had experienced the neglect of mankind. Had he developed the passions instead of the humours, he had touched a chord which would have found a response in every human bosom, and spoken a language that would have been understood throughout all time; but he seemed to disdain all other appeal than to the understanding : and love and pity, the fruitful sources of dramatic interest, have scarce a resting place in his scenes.

His forte was comedy: yet his comic muse was but little akin to gaiety. He had nothing of that light and easy raillery

which we admire in Molière ; nor did he possess the art of that master spirit, to develope, by a few slight and occasional strokes, while the action rolled along, the characters of his dramatic persons. Jonson, on the contrary, was too apt to suffer the action to languish, while be laboriously and tediously indulged his favourite talent for characterization. His comedy is stained with seriousness; it has a secret affinity to tragedy: bis brow seldom relaxes, even when he smiles; and we are constantly expecting to see him fling aside the visor of the comedian, and brandish the scourge of the satirist.

Art. V.-Physiologie des Passions, ou nouvelle doctrine des

Sentimens Moraux. Par J. L. ALIBERT, Chevalier de Plusieurs ordres, Premier Medecin Ordinaire du Roi, &c. &c. A Paris. Seconde edition. 2 vols. 8vo. 1827.

Man should be considered as a reasonable being, placed upon the earth in subjection to the inexorable law of time, and continually at the mercy of the prejudices and illusions of life. It is only by long and painful meditation upon the great enigma of existence, that we can be able to assign to the body and to the spirit the various functions that belong to each, only after long and habitual observation that we can fathom the laws of conscience, which are yet as natural, as inherent in the “ sensible system" (systeme sensible) as the impressions of sight, hearing, taste, or smell.

"When we write the history of the eagle,” says a philosophical author, “ we dwell upon the height to which he soars—the wonderful compass of his sight-bis extraordinary celerity of motion in pursuit of those desires which God has given him. When we speak of man, we should dwell most upon the powers of his understanding-his means of self-preservation and happiness—bis natural inclination to love his kind, to extend the circle of his relations—his power of expressing his inclinations and his will.” But above all, it is in the midst of civilized communities, where these various influences chiefly prevail, that the philosopher should study the laws of moral physiology. In physical researches what could we derive from the investigation of organs which have never been exercised? The eye, that no ray of light has ever reached—the ear which has never thrilled to the vibrations of sound, could they reveal facts satisfactory to the observer?

Properly to estimate the flux and reflux of the passions, we must consider man in all states and conditions, in all ranks, in the midst of all the interests which agitate him, surrounded by all the conflicting influences of which he is unceasingly the 'subject. We should observe him in all his struggles with his equals or with bimself. We should mark when he is, by turns, the conqueror and the slave of his sensualities ; at one time drawn by sympathy, at another repelled by hatred, at one time purified by his virtues, at another brutalized by his enjoyments. In a state of war, in a state of peace, we should analyse with circumspection all that troubles, all that cheers, all that afflicts, all that consoles him.

M. Alibert has no faith in the perfectibility of our nature. Throughout all countries and ages, man will be seen to incline alternately towards civilization and barbarism ; human nature has its periods of splendour and eclipse ; what is said of the primitive condition of man, he thinks, savours of reverie and hypothesis__"could we examine human nature up to the very sources of its existence, we should find that if it had not always the same acquirements, it has nevertheless had the same incliņations and capabilities.”

“ La méthode est le rameau d'or qui nous conduit dans les profondeurs incommensurables de la pensée; on peut la comparer à ces talismans que les poetes donnent aux héros pour les retirer des embarras les plus périlleux. La vie d'ailleurs est si courte pour l'étude de la philosophie, qu'il faut mettre un grand prix à tout ce qui nous abrége les procédés de notre raison.—Prel. Con. p. 10.

It is not the study of his material organs which will lead us to the knowledge af man. In the deep recesses of the soul alone must we seek for the sublime principles of the philosophy of human nature. There rest the elements of his moral being, the immutable principles of his duties. Man is the only creature who is capable of self-examination, who assists and improves by reflection and self-discipline the operations of his understanding, who can contemplate the current of his own thoughts, present and past, as they flow over the tablet of his memory (to use an image of our author) like the waves of the sea. He is the only living creature capable of self-approbation or blame, who profits by the accumulated wisdom of his kind in ages past, and who looks forward to the consequences of his actions in ages to come, who sees in the system of nature the band of an all-wonderful but mysterious designer, who be

holds in the heavens above him, worlds without number, and without limit to their glory, in the earth, on which he treads, systems upon systems “ wheel within wheel involved" of order, and beauty and power, surpassing, in regularity and wonderful arrangement, the utmost reach of his imagination. All these things are open to man alone-to the rest of animated nature they are as a sealed book, as they had never been.

Who then would deny to man the existence of a soul-of that within him which depends not on the organization of the body? If, the great first cause of all things be mind, wholly independent of, and overruling, throughout all the varieties of their forms, the elements of matter ; if the creator of matter, be mind and mind alone; then is mind in its highest form selfexistent, and therefore eternal. For what contains within itself the independent and underived principle of its own existence can never perish—that principle itself being a part of its nature. If then, mind not only can but does actually exist wholly independent of any of the forms of matter, and wholly unconnected with it, but as its creator, why deny tbis attribute to the human mind? All we know of the sethings is but through that mind-knowledge is of the mind alone. This is the only possible power by which we could arrive at the very existence of him

" who rules above these heavens
To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these his lowest works." To deny the possible existence of mind, independent of matter, would be to deny the existence of a God. But if mind can exist independent of the body, then have we every reason to believe that such is the nature of the mind of man. All that we know of any mind is by analogy with his. We cannot conceive of any mind that is not of like nature with what we so call. We cannot conceive of will or design, that is not analogous to our own will or design, and it is only by this analogy that we recognize their existence.

“Nec enim tu es quem forma ista declarat, sed mens cuiusque is est quisque;” non ea figura, quæ digito demonstrari potest. Deum te igitur scito esse: siquidem Deus est qui uiget, qui sentit, qui meminit, qui prouidet, qui tam regit et moderatur et mouet id corpus, cui præpositus est, quam hunc mundum ille princeps Deus: et ut mundum ex quadam parte mortalem ipse Deus aeternus, sic fragile corpus animus sempiternus mouet.”—Cic de Rep. lib. vi. p. 140.

But it is not with the immortality of the soul, but with its inoral elements, that we find ourselves employed. And this is

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