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Brutus. VARIOUS bave been the opinions regarding the stoics. Some have exclaimed

And we shall fiod, trace passions to their root,

Small difference 'twixt the stoic and the brute;" While others have pursued the opposite extreme, and elevated them amongst the gods. The course of the stoic, like the eagle's flight, is solitary and sublime. He has that painful pre-eminence

“ Himself to view, Above life's troubles, and its comforts too." For, as pleasure and pain exist only in the contrast they present to each other, the stoic, by becoming insensible to both, may be equable, but never can be happy. Whether this be an enviable state of existence-whether it be nobler to look down upon the good and evil of life with equal indifference to regard mankind with dignified apathy-to sacrifice every tie of nature, friendship, and feeling, to one arbitrary and undeviating rule of right-we leave to the decision of less sanguine temperaments than our own. We have not yet so much the Roman in us! But, if we were to venture an opinion, we should say

« Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul :

We think the Romans call it stoicism." Under such withering influence, every generous sentiment of the soul would be annibilated :

“ The tear which pity taught to flow,

The eye would then disown;
The heart that melts for others' woe,

Would then scarce feel its own." But, exclaims a poet who had imbibed an ardent love for the virtues of Greece and Rome

“ What think you 'twas set up
The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre,
But doing right, in stern despite to nature;
Shutting their ears against her little cries,

When great, august, and godlike justice call'd ?” This, huwever, must be considered as a favcarable picture of stoicisa; and foremost among the illustrious characters of antiquity that have achieved this hard triumph, stands Brutus, whom

« The theme of all succeeding times,

Gave to the cruel axe a darling son !" Such an example, however it may raise our veneration, must not be fixed as the standard of human excellence: it must be regarded as a prodigy, a moral wonder of the world, towering above ihe frailties and affections that are the mixed lot of humanity.

Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead," and no fewer than seven plays contend for the bonour of having inIroduced this interesting subject to the stage. They are of various

merit; but none possess sufficient action for dramatic representation, Mr. Howard Payne has made very judicious use of the ample mate. rials that were placed before him: he has strung the pearls, and successfully fashioned them to the public taste. He has followed history when she was likely to prove interesting; and varied her, without destroying her integrity or beauty. He has shortened long prolix dialogues -compressed and connected incidents and availed himself of every legitimate opportunity of producing effect. No wonder, then, that the public approbation bailed a drama in which one of the brightest ornaments of Imperial Rome stood revealed in all his grandeur of soul. If the highest merit belong to original genius, there is one of another degree that must be assigned to correct judgment, before whose tribunal even genius must appear,—that prunes its exuberances, and concentrates its beauties. Lustre and fragrance are the acknowledged properties of the flower; but the hand that tastefully plants the parterre, well deserves the praise of judicious selection and elegant arrangement.

Brutus, in this tragedy, is drawn with great power. His assumed idiotcy, in the early scenes, is an admirable cloak to his future designs, and contrasts well with the energy and pathos that burst forth as his character is further developed. Every other personage is tame and ineffectual, compared with this. Lucretia, who fills so glorious a space in history, has little to do or to say. The scene where she stabs herself, in the presence of Collatinus and Lucretius, is wisely omitted : it is weakly written, and altogether in bad taste. To expose Lucretia in her agony to the vulgar gaze, is indecorous; it is sufficient that we hear she died in a manner worthy of a Roman matron, with all her virtue, and with all her glory. We ask no profane hand to lift the veil from misery so sacred as hers. There is an affecting picture, The dead Soldier,” in which the painter, in despair of giving a true expression of unutterable grief to the countenance of the widow, has shrouded it in her mantle.

If the character of Brutus was written for the purpose of displaying Mr. Kean to the best advantage, the actor well repaid the author's confidence in his abilities. There were no inequalities to counterbalance the excellence of particular passages : the whole performance was marked by original genius. When he terribly denounced the house of Tarquin, and cried revenge for the death of Lucretia, every heart was with him : and when his unhappy son was called to receive death at his mandate, the audience could only answer him with their tears,

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MEMOIR OF MR. KEAN.

This eminent actor was born in Castle Street, Leicester Sqnare, November 4, 1787. His father, Aaron Kean, was a man in humble circumstances; his mother was a daughter of the celebrated George Saville Carey: and his uncle, Moses Kean, was the well-known mimic and ventriloquist. From his infancy he was made familiar with the stage, being placed at Drury Lane Theatre to enact in the lower department of pantomime : his first steps in life were, therefore, succeedled by the most surprising contortions of the body, for which the natural flexibility of his limbs, and the art of the poslure. master, may claim an equal share of merit. To repeat the adventures and vicissitudes that have been mingled with his biography, would be like writing a continuation of the life of Bamfylde Moore Carew, For many years he was an itinerant player, and as such endured all the hardships attendant on that precarious profession. Tragedy, comedy, opera, pantomime, were alike to him. A Dr. Drury, who saw bim play at Exeter in 1813, was so much pleased with his extraordinary genius, the progress of which he had long marked, that he wrote to Mr. Pascoe Grenfell, one of the managing committee of Drury Lane, recommending the young actor to his notice: the result of tbis communication was, the sending down of Mr. Arnold, the stage-manager, to Dorchester, to judge of the merits of this embryo genius : Mr. Arnold, on seeing him play Octavian, in The Mountaineers, and Kanko, in The Savages-a piece founded on the story of La Perouse, immediately engaged him for three years, at a salary of eight guineas per week, for the first year, ten for the second, and twelve for the third. How the talents of Mr. Kean, when emerged from poverty and obscurity, confirmed Mr. Arnold's judgment, and delighted the public, needs no repetition here: his instantaneous and brilliant success, (without entering into any comparison between the two actors, which would be absurd,) is only to be paralleled by that of Garrick. He replenished the almost baukrupt treasury of Drury Lane, brought an entirely new and original style of acting into high vogue, and maintained his ground in the days even of Kemble and Siddons. His first genuine appearance before a London audience was on January 26, 1814, in Shylock : his fame increased with each saccessive repetition of the character, and fairly reached its summit when, on the 12th of February following, he acted, for the first time Ricbard the Tbird.

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LUCIUS JUNIUS.-Morone-coloured shirt, black velvet belt Besh dress complete, and black sandals ; 2nd dress-crimson shirt, Roman cuirass, and lambarakins of silver leather, helmet, and red sandals ; 3rd dress--cream-coloured toga, white shirt, and black sandals.

TITUS.-White shirt, scarlet mantle trimmed with black velvet, Nesh dress complete, black sandals, and white ribbon for the head.

SEXTUS TARQUIN.-Roman cnirass and lambarakins of gold, helmet, white shirt, red sandals, flesh dress complete, and scarlet mantle.

ARUNS.-Buff and silver Roman cuirass, white shirt, red sandals, scarlet mantle, and desh dress complete.

CLAUDIUS.-Blue and silver Roman cuirass, white shirt, flesh dress complete, red sandals, and scarlet mantle.

COLLATINUS.-Roman scarlet and buff cuirass and lambarakins, red sandals, crimson mantle, and flesh dress complete ;2nd dress-toga, cream-coloured.

VALERIUS.-White shirt, cream-coloured toga, russet sandals, and fresh dress complete.

LUCRETIUS. lbid.

HORATIUS.-White shirt, crimson mantie, russet sandals, and Desh dress complete.

CELIUS.-Brown shirt, sandals, and flesh dress complete.

FLAVIUS CORUNNA.-Green shirt, Roman cuirass, sandals, and flesh dress complete.

CENTURION.- Blue and scarlet cuirass and lambarakins, one scarlet shoulder-piece, russet sandals, and filesh dress complete. MESSENGER. Ibid.

1st Roman.-Brown shirt and cap, sandals, and flesh dress complete.

2nd ROMAN.-Ibid. 3rd ROMAN.-Ibid.

TULLIA.-White train dress, scarlet toga, and gold tiara, tied with long white ribbon.

TARQUINIA.—White train dress, puce-coloured toga, and gold tiara, tied with long white ribbon.

LÚ RETIA.-White train dress, white toga, and wbite satin tiara, tied with long wbite ribbon.

PRIESTESS of RIEA'S TEMPLE.-All white.

VESTAL.-White train dress, white chimesette bodies, and white ribbon through the hair.

LAVINIA.-White train dress trimmed with blue, blue toga, and white ribbon through the hair

Lucius Junius Brutus
Titus
Sextus Tarquin
Aruns
Claudius
Collatinus
Valerius
Lucretius
Horatius
Celius
Flavius Corunna
Tullia
Tarquiniu
Lucretia
Lavinia

Mr. Kean,
Mr. Wallack,
Mr. Mercer.
Mr. Penley

Mr. Comer.
. Mr. Archer.

Mr. Younge.
Mr. Powell.
Mr. Thompson.
Mir. Fenton.
Mr. Webster.
Mrs. Bunn.
Mrs. W. West,
Miss Smithson,
Miss Carr,

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PROLOGUE,

WRITTEN BY A FRIEND, SPOKEN BY MR, F, KEMBLE

Time rushes o'er us; thick as evening clouds
Ages roll back :--what calls them from their shrouds ?
What in full vision brings their good and great,
The men whose virtue make the nation's fate,
The far, forgotten stars of human kind?
The STAGE,—the mighty telescope of mind !

If later, luckless arts that stage profane,
The actor pleads-not guilty of the stain,-
He, but the shadow flung on fashion's tide-
Yours, the high will that all its waves must guide:
Your voice alone the great reform secures,
His, but the passing hour--the age is yours,

Our pledge is kept. Here, yet, no chargers wheel,
No foreign slaves on ropes or scaffolds reel,
No Gallic amazons, half naked, climb
From pit to gallery,-the low sublime !
In Shakspeare's halls, shall dogs and bears engage?
Where brutes are actors, be a booth the stage !
And we shall triumph yet. The cloud has hung
Darkly above-but day shall spring-has sprung-
The tempest has but swept, not shook the shrine ;
No lamp that genius lit bas ceased to shine!
Still lives its sanctity. Around the spot
Hover high spirits-shapes of burning thought
Viewless—but call them, on the dazzled eye
Descends their pomp of immortality:
Here, at your voice, Rowe, Otway, Southern come,
Flashing like meteors through the age's gloom
Perpetual here-king of th' immortal band,
Sits SHAKSPEARE crown'd. He lifts the golden wand,
And all obey ;-the visions of the past
Rise as they lived,-soft, splendid, regal, vast.
Then Ariel harps along the enchanted wave,
Then the weird sisters thunder in their cave.-
The spell is wound. Then shows his mightier art,
The Moor's lost soul; the hell of Richard's heart,

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