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not told me of the return of Mynheer your know, mynheer, that a governor-general of

Belgic India never stirs abroad without an Braaf. My son ?

escort of a hundred black princes ? that he “ Tor. And I am charmé to have made eats and drinks out of jewelled vessels ? that his acquaintance.

only sultans are privileged to wait upon him 3 Braaf. But I do not understand at table? that a king undresses hiin? that

*** Vog. Yes, papa, and I am no less de- two Arab princesses stand beside him with lighted to have met with the colonel. fans, to drive away the flies? Do you know Braaf. What can it all mean?

all that, mynheer? “ An. How, papa; had you not preseut " Tor. No, Mynheer, I did not know it. ed my brother to the colonel?

Vog. (quietly sitting down again.) So, "Tor. Excuse me; it is I who should Mynheer! Then you know it now. have been presented to Mynheer Braaf Tor. (aside..) That's a tempting country. hart's son.

(Aloud.) But I consider one thing. I have 'Braaf. (aside.) Who the deuce is the now been a colonel these two months, which dupe ?

in our army is a good while. • An. Dearest father, might I speak with " Vog. That l allow; more than ten years

in other countries. Hildervanck. Yes, dear uncle, we have Tor. I have therefore a claim to be something particular to say to you.

made a general. Bruaf. (aside.) Uncle, too? I have Vog. I see your drift; but were you seen those lads before.

made minister at war, it were of no avail. (aloud.) With your leave, Myn- My whole family accompany me to Batavia. heer Tortu.

"Tor. But supposing I was named, through

your influence, commander-in-chief of the “Tortu (to Vogelaer as the rest withdraw). Belgic army in India ? Might I ask a minute's conversation with Vog. Why that would make a difference.

But then I would recommend your losing no Vog. With all my heart. How can I time, for there are plenty of lovers in the serve you?

field. “ Tor. Shall we not sit?

Tor. I will immediately repair to Brus. “Vog. With all my heart. (They sit sels. I car soon dispatch my business here. looking at each other in silence,) He's at a Vog. That would be my advice. loss-I have him! Tis but lying shame. " Tor. There is still one consideration. I lessly-like a Belgian.

cannot bear the sea, so can only go to BataTor. Mynheer has just arrived from via over land. England. " Vog. With King Leopoid.

Enter PLUTSKEN. "Tor. I did not see your honour with his “ Pluys. Colonel, a column of the enemy majesty.

has entered the village. Vog. Of course not. I obtained a fort. “ Vog. (uside.) That is this morning's night's leave of absence on landing.

goose. Tor. Does your honour hold any office

" Tor. What say you? at court?

Pluys. Yes; two Dutch sharpshooters " Vog. His majesty has done me the were discovered this morning. They came honour of appointing me Governor-General from the heath, entered the village, and have of Belgic India.

not been seen to leave it again. So they Tor. Belgic India! Where lies that? must still be there.

"Vog. How? Can Mynheer be still igno “Vog. (aside.) Logically deduced. rant of our having conquered Java?

Pluys. I have ordered all under arms. Tor. Is it possible?

Tor. Very wisely done. " Vog. Yes.' A secret expedition. Two Vog. Very foolishly done. A couple of trekschuyts and a barge, taken last autumn sharpshooters, and you make a fuss as if van in the Southern Willem's canal, were con-Greene's whole division had marched in. verted by our minister of marine into men of Shame upon you! Why did you not hang

them at once ? “ Tor. And you are governor-general. “ Pluys. (aside to Tortu.) That is the Eng.

Vog: At your service. *** * But to the lish milord of this morning. But then he point. You wished to speak with me. spoke nothing but English.

" Tor. Very true. is your excellency aware that I am a suitor for the hand of the Vogelaer easily baffles the burgomaster; bewitching Anna?

but a capitain-adjutant, with more sense " Vog. I have heard something of the than his colonel, discovers the real charackind; but that is out of the question. Thelters of Wildervanck and Vogelaer, notwithsister of a governor-genc ral of Belgic In- standing the ready wit and effrontery of the dia" Tor. Your excellency is right; and yet

latter. They are seized, and ordered to be a listrict commissioner, and colonel of the shut as spies, and Braaf hart with them, as

" Vog, Pooh, pooh! What is thet? (ris- their harbourer and accomplice. Anna now ing and speaking pompously.). Do you! interferes, and says, speaking with effort

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“ Mynheer Tortu! You have sought my even the chorus, so uncongenial to the ha. hand. Release them-and I am yours. bits and feelings of modern life: it preferred

« Tor. Aha! The proud beauty is grow- narrative to action; and adopted for iis laning rational. Well, well; that way some

guage the French fashion of the Alexan. thing might be done.

Braaf. No, my child, no. You shall not drine couplet, the heaviest and most mono. sacrifice yourself for my sake. Now, and tonous of metres; thus carefully combining forever, I refuse my consent to such a mar- every thing to prevent the excitement of riage.

strong sympathy in a modern audience. Vog. And I mine.

Far, even beyond French, did Dutch tragc. “ Wildervanck. Oh that I but had my dy discard truth and nature, sacrificing the sword.

sympathies of domestic grief, and even the Enter PETER. “ Peter. Colonel, here are two millions of inducing the spectator's forgetfulness that he

loftier idealization of sorrow, without ever Dutchmen marching on the viilage.

Tor. Then musi the whole nation be in was contemplating a work of art. In illusthe field. (A cannon shot is heard.) Heaven tration, and as affording a standard by which defend us !

Dutch dramatists should be measured, we “ Pastol. Your orders, colonel?

may refer to an old play, still considered as Tor. I don't know. I have no instruc- the masterpiece of the Dutch drama, to wit, tions for such a case. Twill be best to have Vondel's Gysbrecht van Amstel. my horse saddled, and ride off to the general to report the occurrence. (To Peter.) Where

This national tragedy professes to dra na. is my servant ?

tize the surprise of a Dutch town in olden Peter. He has just ridden away on Myn- times, in a manner not unlike the taking of heer's horse.

Troy. But all is narrated, nothing acted, ex “ Tor. The devil! (runs ont.).

cept the treachery of the Dutch Sinon. The During this confusion the Dutch captives scene first announces the raising of the long: have got hold of their arms, with which continued siege, when the present joy and they now put their guards to flight, and then past sufferings of the inhabitants are desallying forth, make some progress in tak- scribed. So are, successively, the introducing the village, even before the two millions tion of a vessel laden with firewood, under of Dutchmen, who prove to be their own which lurk hostile soldiers—the adroitness regimeni, arrive to their support. It is su- of the Sinon in preventing its being immedi. pererogatory to say that all ends satisfacto-ately unloaded: and so too, finally, are the rily, but not so, perhaps, to add that the fighting, massacre, and other horrors that happy catastrophe is the emigration of the ensue, when the ambushed troops, issuing Belgian manufacturer to Holland.

from their concealment, admit their friends, We now quit M. van Lennep for some of and fall upon the unwary citizens. The the younger poets who have arisen since piece ends with the flight of the hero, Gys. his fame was fully established in Holland. brecht and his family, when resistance has The first of these, and second Van Len- become hopeless. In this play the chorus is, nep in popularity, is Van der Hoop; and to not like that of the Greeks, one immutable him we shall for the present confine our at. body, but divided into as many separate cho. tention. A. van der Hoop is a Rotterdam ruses of nuns, warriors, young ladies, &c, merchant, whose time is mainly devoted to as happens to suit the occasion. The lyric his commercial affairs; and the modest re- strains assigned to these choruses are by far gret he expresses in one of his prefaces for the most pleasing parts of the piece, being his want of a learned education—a deficien. poetical and spirited, while the dialogue is cy which, he adds, he has endeavoured to often heavy, as indeed Alexandrine must be. remedy by unremitted diligence in the Some of the characters, however, are well hours of relaxation_disposes us to look drown, especially that of Gysbrecht. kindly upon the fruits of his exertions. The In process of time Vondel, though still mercantile, like the legal poet, first formel admired, ceased to occupy the stage, or to himself by translation, and then proceeded be the model of his successors. But he was to publish, in almost incredible abundance, unluckily superseded only by the classic occasional poems, fugitive pieces, poetic French tragedians; and the chief change tales, and tragedies of these last, his Jo-effected was discarding the chorus, whilst hanna Shore is esteemed the best. But it all that should be dramatized and seen in will be requisite first to glance cursorily at action is still tediously narrated in Alexanthe character of the Dutch theatre.

drine couplets. Upon this model is written Dutch tragedy, with which only we are Van der Hoop's Jehanna Shore, blending, as concerned, assumed at its rise a form neither the author avers, the tragedies of Rowe and altogether imitative, nor yet original. It le Mercier, and superadding an infusion of aimed at the old classic model, retaining Shakspeare's Richard. In his proface the

poet declares that Dutch taste requires the extracts. It is by his poems that van Hoop rhymed couplet; but that had he written for must be judged in this country. the theatre of Paris, Vienna, or London, the Of his poetic tales the newest is De Renetragedy should have been in prose ; and gaat, originally designed for an episode of a then he would, amongst other improve heroic poem upon the French conquest of ments, have made Jane Shore not a peni. Algiers; wbichlarger work was abandoned, tent, but—(how shall we express it deco when the African expedition lost its interrously?)—an unfortunate female, and her est amongst the successful abortive revolu. husband an uxorious idiot, caring only to tions that followed. get her back!

The Renegade for a substantive tale has Is this irony? Or is it possible that a too little story, and that little so clearly sug. good English scholar, as our poet unques. gested by, or at least so necessarily recalling tionably is, and an admirer of Shakspeare the Giaour, as to subject the Dutch poet to to boot, can confound the genuine English unfavorable comparisons, even in the best drama with the vicious prosaic monstrosities passage of the poem, the drowning of the unof Dumas and Victor Hugu? However faithful slave. We therefore close De Rethis may be, of a rhyming tragedy the con. negaat, and select a short extract from an duct as well as story of which is familiar to allegorical, mythological poem, entitled Herevery one, it were idle to offer analysis or cules.

See, yon bright shield flings back the torch's shine,
Where in Thebes' kingly halls, two youths recline;
How fair the blush that tints each cheek of rose !
llow calm, how soft, the spell their slumber throws !
Sleep on in peace, fair boys, till earth again
Glows in the glories of the solar reign-

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One shrieks and flies, and round the buckler clings :
With bolder heart the elder boy upsprings:
Nervous and iron-strong, he turns, where they
Approach by stealthy coils, athirst for prey ;
Grasps each huge neck, and views their writhing length,
Serene as godhead, playing with their strength.
Vain all their wrath those folds to disengage;
The might that holds them masters their wild rage.
Shout-the child triumphs !-wearied and out-done
The gasping monsters yield ; the strife is won ;
Powerless, outstretched, supine, they gasp for breath :

He holds them, strains them, casts them off, in death. We would recommend this Author to , as unknown in Italy; and now Italian his write less, and learn to condense his thoughts. toric novels and novelists are actually swarmIn composition the difficulty is, not to accu ing, in numbers, if not quite equal to those of mulate, but to reject ideas.

France and Germany, yet approaching very near to our own present home growth.Four aviñors of this class we some seven or eight numbers back introduced to our readers and are now called upon to perform the

same friendly office to two more of the frater. ART. VII.-1. Il Duca d'Atene, Narrazione nity, who have arisen since that time. These

(The Duke of Athens, a Narration), by are the Signori Tommaseo and di Belmonte : N. Tommaseo. 12mo. Paris, 1837.

which last is, however, as we are assured

up2. Il Primo Viceré de Napoli (The first vi. on good authority, a mere nom de guerre,

ceroy of Naples), by E. C. di Belmonte. assumed in compliance with a German fash. 12mo. Parigi: Londra, 1838.

ion. The author's true patronymic is Capoc.

cio, and he himself, we apprehend, a descenNot many years ago the novel, as we under. dant, if not the direct representative of an stand the word, might have been considered | Italian warrior celebrated in his novel, and

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one of the champions of Italyin the well-known and on the 26th of the following July, exaspe.
combat of thirteen French knights, fought for rated by his arbitrary tyranny, they rose in
the express purpose of ascertaining the rela. rebellion against him. This insurrection is
tive military, or rather chivalrous prowess of the subject of the narration before us.
the two nations ; and in which victory deci. The opening of the book exbibits, in a
ded pearly, if not quite, for the last time, in series of sketches, the vindictive grief of
favour of the former mistress of the world. parents unjustly bereaved of their children

Both Il Duca d'Atene, and Il Primo Vi- by legal or illegal murders; the insolence
ceré di Napoli, are extremely popular in and licentious amours of the duke's creatures,
Italy, and are moreover considered there as whether foreigners, or the yet more detested
decidedly historical. They nevertheless dit- exiles of neighboring Italian cities; and
fer very materially, not to say essentially, conspiracy ripening amongst nearly the
from each other in character ; and, to speak whole population of Florence. This too, not
sooth, neither of them answers precisely to in one indivisible, nor even in a federate
our idea of the historic novel. Il Duca d' form, but, as it would seem, a variety of un-
Atene is, in conception and situation, pretty connected conspiracies, scarcely aware of
much what o'ir last number predicated of Ida each other's existence; whilst the moment
della Torre, save that it has far less intermix that is to cali them all into action appears to
ture of love story : in fact there is very liitle be still remote and uncertain.
of love itself, and of incident arising out of important secrets, each known to so many
the passion, none. Its merits lay in embody persons, were not likely to remain long im-
ing the humors of the democratic Florentine penetrable to the ruler; and accordingly we
Dobles, people, and populace, in their repub. early find the fears of one conspirator reveal-
lican condition ; and presenting vivid, strik. ing ihat which, as implicating the principal
ing, and instructive views of the naiure of nobles, appears the chief conspiracy, to ihe
democracy, even in a small, highly cultivated duke, who immediately secures the person
and, for the times, highly enlightened state. of its leader, Adimari. This blow brings

Il Primo Viceré di Napoli on the contra- the heads of the scatiered conspiracies to. ry. in due compliance with the most approv.gether on the very night of the arrest ; ed recipes for the concoc:ion of these same when, in order if possible to save Adimari historic novels, combines a regular lovestory from death or torture, the ensuing morning with a fragment of history, but does not blend is appointed for the general rising, and an them. The history comes first; and i he love introductory popular movement is arranged story, with the exception of a bare mention to collect and excise the rabble. The outof its existence in the early part, fullows only break affords a lively picture: when all historical curiosity, all doubt, and sympathy are ended. Uufortunately, too, in Porta San Piero: an apprentice first

"As nine* o'clock struck, a tumult arose for our gentlest readers, ibis portion is inter.

commenced, screaming from his shop door es'ing chiefly for the picture it affords of the tu a neighboring apprentice – We are state of the country at the opening of the six now not Florentines but Frenchmen, I tell teenth century. But we must speak of these you, having a French ruler : be who calls works separately, and somewhat more in de himself a Florentine is a traitor! tail, beginning with ihe former and far better

• Who denies it ?' cried the other, with performance, Il Duca d'Atene, inasmuch as

the full strength of his lungs, We are it takes precedence in time both of action

Frenchmen; I well know thai !' and of publication.

• • Thou art flouting me, and dost not

speak as thou truly thinkest,' replied the As every reader may not be so familiar first; and thou liest in ihy throat ! with the history of the Italian republics os "And I tell thee that Florence is no FlorM. Sismonde de Sismondi, it inay not be ence now, and that thou art a scoundrel, the amiss io give the origin of the tale, for the very refuse of Porta San Piero. sake of rendering intelligible the portion of " From all sides the people flocked to the history wrought out of this narrative, as sig.

scene of strife. nur Tommaseo is pleased 10 call it.

Jower down, in Mercato Vecchio, two The Florentines, who long alternated be. Thou grumblest," said the one, because

blackguards got up another quarrell.tween the extremes of self-government, to wine is dear; and I tell thee the dearer wine adopt the favourite liberal expression for a is, the better it relishes, and cheers without sort of dictatorship, in June 1342 elected the getting into the head, and leaves us free to French Comte de Brienne, titular Duke of think of the mercies of our lord the duke.' Athens, Captain and Signor of Florence for " To which the second replied, 'Who deone year. In the following September they

* Italian lours are counted from sun-set: so were induced by the duke to make the term this would be, in July, between four and five of his rule coequal with that of his natural life ; l o'clock in the morning.

nies the duke's mercies? Villain. would'st “One Burgundian giant, his shield cover. set me at loggerheads with Guilio d'Assisi? ed with a tiger's skin, brandishing his huge (the bargello, or the head of the police.)- spear, and uitering terrific threats, routed all I'll have a bout with the first.'

before him: but a tanver, armed with a scythe, “ And grappling each other, they rolled came behind, and aiming at the joint of the ar. together in the kennel. The noise attracted mour between the neck and ine head, cut a crowd.

right through. The body fell to the left, the “ When hark! a cry of 'To arms! bursts spear to the right, and the head in its from one of the nearest houses, and then helmet, spun ainongst the horse's feet. Two from an opposite and distant street, and fair twin youths, rcared under the joyous sun now it resounds on all sides, filling the city of Provence, covered with gold-pointed and like the deep voice of a bell in the silence beautifully carved shields, and mounted on of the night. Some shops are already closed white mares, were galloping with unloosed and the owners hurrying along, shouting visors, when two arrows struck them, and • To arms!' Other tradesmen are precip- they fell dead at the same instant. The woitately shutting up theirs ; artificers and men set up a cry of pity ; but two of the poplabours run each to his own ward, whilst a ulace, catching the fying mares, exclaimed, few companies, some mounted, others on Thanks to the good duke for the gift? Oh, foot, impetuously scour through the town. the Florentine people for ever!'" Men in the streets call forih their comrades who had remained at home. Cries The duke and his guards are shut up in hurtle in the air like arrows in baitle. Ban the ducal palace, where they are first be. ners with the arms of the people, a cross gules on a field argent, some with, some of the conspiracy new model the govern.

sieged, then blockaded; whilst the leaders without the regal portcullis, waved from the mansions of the noble and the citizen, and ment, and the people revel in atrocious reeven from the meanest hovels. The red venge upon all such of the duke's creatures lily too was there; whilst the duke's ban- as fall in their way. Many scenes of their ners were thrown down, and dragged by a cannibal triumph are taken from contemporabble of boys through the filth and the rary writers, and graphically given ; but the blood from the slaughter-houses, with cries subject is revolting, and some of the passag. of · Death to the duke and his minions ! Long live the people and commonwealth es are too coarse and too horrible to trans. of Florence ! One thought, that of mutuall late ; neverless as a specimen, we select one assistance, filled every mind. From the of the least offensive, yet siill characteristic windows the women, loudly reiterated the from the blending of buffoonery with ruth. cries of · Death !' and 'Long life ! threw; less cruelty. one a flag, another a spear, to husband or to father. Others knelt to pray, but inter “It was well that the better citizens provided rupled their devotions, to chorus from their for the concerns of the republic ; the people windows the cry of Death ! Death! The heeded them not, engrossed with their past streets were instantly thronged with peo- sufferings and present joys. * ple, active as ants expecting rain.

worst amongst them, like drunkards to whom “All was in order; every man ranged a holiday is nothing beyond an opportunity under the banners of his ward; and they for intoxication, were in keen pursuit of venmoved as lightly under the weight of their geance. Meanwhile the blockake continued; arms as in the burgher frock; both traders hunger, noiseless and invincible as death, and artificers being well trained to break pressed on each separately, fixing a gnawing opposing breastplates with the charge of iooth under the steel cuirass. The com. their spears. The Adimari rode through plaints of the soldiers were loud ; the more the six wards, preparing for attack and delicate barous were silent from pride, which defence; of the other conspirators, each assumes the mien of many a virtue. provided for his own district. Even the "The inferior citizens meanwhile were Medici appeared, as if from underground, hunting for victims; but they sought not so stirred partly by shane, partly by the much the pages and courriers of the merci. desire of vengeance for the fate ot Giovanni | less duke, as the ministers of his cruelty:de Medici, sentenced to death a year be- Forgetting in their blind fury that the bargello fore by the duke.

Barriers (or minister of the police) with his son Ippowere érected at the end of every street. lito were shut up with the duke, they sought

“ The duke's soldiers armed hastily at the him in his usual abode ; he and Cerrettieri sound of the tumult, and hurried to their | Visdomini being the main objects of the popposts. The best marksmen thronged the ular rage. Spreading themselves throughout windows of the palace, the horsemen the pi- the city, making every alley, byeway, and azza below. But many were made prison- corner, a mesh of the net designed to entuners on their way thither; one was intoxicat- gle iheir foes, the people hunted their prey ed; the right foot of another was grappled by the scent, impatient to tear it with their by a boy, whilst the left was already in the fångs. Bindo Altoviti surprised a notary, a stirrup; others were set upon unawares, man well known for cruelty, who, in female bound, and stripped of their splendid ar-apparel, crossing the street like a truant cat,

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