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majesty of Siddons, the dignity of Kemble, the pathos of Helen Faucit, the learning of Macready. The degradation of the stage is in great part the consequence, it is to be feared unavoidable, of the prodigious increase in wealth and population which has taken place in the empire during the last thirty years; and of the unparalleled augmentation of private business before the legislature since the Reform Act, which has attracted so vast a multitude of ill-educated strangers to the metropolis, during the most important months in the

year. In truth, the present depressed situation of the legitimate drama in Great Britain, is, it is much to be feared, in reality owing to a more general cause, inherent in the present state of society, and for which, without an entire revolution in ideas, habits, and institutions, it is hardly possible to see a remedy. This is the progressive, and now general rise of the middle and lower ranks into circumstances of comfort, and the advantages of education, which it is the deserved boast of modern civilisation to have effected. The theatres are now filled with a class who, though instructed to a certain degree, have not, and cannot possess, the refined and classical education, which is necessary to a due appreciation of excellence in the productions of the drama. The very names of the persons are unknown to them. Agamemnon, Clytemnestra, Iphigenia, Achilles, Antigone, Pompey, Cassius. Hecuba, Nero, Britannicus, Junia, Bajazet, Zaïre, Godfrey of Bouillon, Rinaldo, and the like, at which the heart of every scholar and really educated person of both sexes throbs, are to those men long and unknown names. They are like the titles of Hindoo rajahs or Persian princes, in general so tiresome and perplexing to a European reader. What the numerous inmates of the theatre require is not anyincidents founded on the history of such remote, and, to them, unknown times, but something rousing to the imagination, and stimulating to the senses, which all, in consequence, can understand.

When the majority of the play-going public come to belong to this class, from its rise in affluence and importance, the last hour of the legitimate drama, in that country at least, has struck. Dancing, processions, scenery, voluptuousness will prove more lucrative to the manager, and, therefore, speedily supersede power and sentiment in the poet,

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genius or versatility in the performers. The highly-educated
ranks, dissatisfied with the prevalence of such meretricious
aids on the boards, will gradually drop off, and leave the
theatre entirely in the hands of the middle and lower
classes, who, though in fact affluent and able to maintain it,
are not sufficiently refined in their ideas to keep it up in its
proper sphere. We see this every day in London, where,
while the native theatres are almost all abandoned to the
melodrama, the correct drama is nearly confined to the
Italian opera and the French play, where the use of a
foreign language practically confines the audience to the
highly-educated classes.

The stage has one peculiar and melancholy feature, which
belongs to it alone of all the fine arts. The efforts of the
performer perish in the moment of creation. If they are
more exciting and overpowering than the productions of
genius in any other department, they are also more evanes-
cent; if they combine, in one enchanting form, all that taste
and talent have achieved in all the other arts, they expire
in the midst of the delight they have produced. Music
itself is less fleeting. The genius of the composer has
breathed the soul of harmony into his pieces. The mighty
conceptions of Handel, the bewitching melody of Mozart,
the varied beauties of Rossini, will captivate mankind to
the end of the world. The skill of the vocalist, the taste
of the performer, are heard no more, indeed, when their
strains are over; but the music remains, and another
artist, a second orchestra, will recall again the first divine
illusions. But who is to recall, what perpetuate, the noble
conceptions of the actor? The generation who have
witnessed them will retain, indeed, their inimitable per-
fection indelibly engraven on their memory; but how is
their impression to be conveyed to future ages? How is
the look, the voice, the gesture, the accents of love, the step
of grace, the glance of indignation, the cry of despair which
thrills every heart which witnessed it, to be perpetuated ?
How is a conception of it even to be conveyed to future
ages ? Alas! it is impossible. It is too ethereal to be
seized by mortal hands; it is too spiritual to be apprehended
by earthly bonds. Like the ravishing sounds which steal
upon the ear when the light zephyr sweeps over the chords

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of the Æolian harp, it sinks into the heart, but lives only in the secret cells of the memory.

Notwithstanding this difficulty, it is possible, by writing, to convey some idea of the distinctive character of great performers. It is so, because every civilised age has, and ever will have, the stage, and therefore every one has some model—inferior, perhaps, but still a model—which he has witnessed, which aids him in embodying the conceptions which the writer wishes to convey. The same difficulty exists, though in a much lesser degree, in the description of scenery. If the reader has beheld no scenes in nature of the same kind, the most glowing language, the most graphic details, will fail in conveying any distinct or correct conception of them. He will think he is conceiving new scenes, when, in fact, he is only repeating old ones. But if he has seen some objects of the same class, though inferior in magnitude or effect, he will be able, from an accurate description of the leading features of a scene, to convey some idea of what the writer intends to convey. Thus, whoever has seen the Alps will have no difficulty in forming a conception of Lebanon or the Andes from the glowing pages of Lamartine or Humboldt ; and the rush of Schaffhausen will enable the imagination even of those who have never crossed the Atlantic, to figure the thunder of Niagara. It is in the hope that similar aids may assist the feeble efforts of the pen, that the following attempt is made to give a picture of the great tragic performers of the last and the present age.

Of GARRICK all have heard ; but none of the present generation have seen him, and it is the more advanced in years only who have received accounts of bis extraordinary talents from eyewitnesses. They were undoubtedly, however, of the very highest description. The estimation in which he was held by the greatest men of his own, not the least of any age, sufficiently proves this. The companion of Johnson and Burke, of Goldsmith and Reynolds, of Fox and Gibbon, must have been no common man, independent altogether of his theatrical abilities. Like all persons of the highest class of intellect, his talents were not confined to his own profession ; they shone out in every department of thought. He was as great at the supper of the literary club, when in presence of the eloquence of Burke, or the

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gladiatorial powers of Johnson, as when he entranced the
audience at Covent Garden or Drury Lane. Those who
enjoyed his friendship, spoke in the highest terms of his
conversational powers, as well as the varied subjects of infor-
mation which exercised his thoughts, and the simple and
amiable turn of his mind.

As an actor, his most remarkable quality was his versa-
tility. He had few advantages from nature.

His figure, though not actually diminutive, was neither tall nor commanding ; his countenance was far from being cast in the antique mould, his voice neither remarkably sonorous nor powerful; but all these deficiencies were supplied, and more than supplied, by the energy of his mind and the incomparable powers of observation which he possessed. There never was such a delineation, at once of the tragic and comic passions. He united the eye of Hogarth for the ludicrous, and that of Salvator for the terrible ; that of Caracci for the pathetic, and that of Velasquez for the dignified. It was this close observation of nature which constituted his great power, and enabled him to wield at will, and with such surprising effect, the magic wand which swayed the feelings of his audience, alternately rousing them to the highest exaltation of the tragic, and the utmost stretch of the comic passions. This peculiar faculty, however, had its disadvantages; it made him fond of stage effect, and condescend to trick. He performed Lear on crutches, to add to the effect of the great scene, when he threw them away. It is difficult to conceive how such a combination can exist in the same individual ; and certainly experience affords very few instances of a similar union. But the examples of Shakspeare and Sir Walter Scott prove that such a blending of apparently heterogeneous qualities may be found in the most highly-gifted dramatic poets. Napoleon's celebrated saying, “ from the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step,” may possibly afford, in a certain degree, a key to the mystery. And the peculiarity was probably founded, in both, on the same accurate eye for the working of the human heart, and power of graphic delineation, which, alike in the poet and the performer, is the foundation of dramatic excellence.

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graphic picture of the wonderful power of imitating the expression of human passion which Garrick possessed. In the chapter in which Fielding describes the behaviour of Partridge at the theatre, he says,

“Partridge, upon seeing the ghost in Hamlet, gave that credit to Mr Garrick which he had denied to Jones, and fell into so violent a fit of trembling that his knees knocked together. Jones asked him what was the matter, and whether he was afraid of the warrior upon the stage.

66. Oh, sir,' he exclaimed, “I perceive now it is what you told me. not afraid of anything, for I know it is but a play; and even if it was really a ghost, it could do no harm at such a distance and in so much company; and yet, if I was frightened, I am not the only person.'

Why, who,' cried Jones, dost thou take to be such a coward here besides thyself ?'

"Nay, you may call me a coward if you will ; but if that little man on the stage there is not frightened, I never saw any man frightened in my life.'

“He sat with his eyes partly fixed on the ghost, and partly on Hamlet, and with his mouth open. The same passions which succeeded each other in Hamlet, succeeded each other also in him.

At the end of the play, Jones asked him which of the players he liked best. To this he answered, with some appearance of indignation at the question

"The king, without doubt.'

"• Indeed, Mr Partridge,' says Mr Miller, you are not of the same opinion as the rest of the town, for they are all agreed that Hamlet is acted by the best player who ever was on the stage.'

“ He the best player!' cries Partridge, with a contemptuous sneer. Why, I could act as well as he myself. I am sure, if I had seen a ghost, I should have looked in the very same manner, and done just as he did. And then, to be sure, in that scene, as you call it, between him and his mother, where

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told me he acted so fine, why any man—that is, any good man —that had such a mother, would have done exactly the same.

I know you are only joking with me; but although, madam, I never was at a play in London, yet I have seen acting before in the country, and the king for my money. He spoke all his words distinctly, and half as loud again as the other. Anybody may see he is an actor.'”

It is impossible to imagine a finer compliment to the superlative skill of the actor which personated nature so exactly, that it was mistaken by the countryman for it.

If nature had done little, comparatively speaking, for Garrick, except endowing him with these wonderful powers, the same cannot be said of the majestic actress who, after him, sustained the dignity of the British stage. Mrs SiDDONS was born a great tragedian. Every quality, physical and mental, requisite for the formation of that character, appears to have been combined in that wonderful woman. A noble countenance, cast in the finest Roman model ; dark eyes and eyebrows; a profusion of black hair ; a lofty figure and majestic mien ; a powerful and sonorous, but yet melo

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