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I say so too. Moreover [ say, that for the public good, you ought to have been hanged first
The rules and forms of rhetoric; the laws of composition;
I grant it all; I make it all my ground of accusation.
The whole in cases and concerns, occurring and recurring,
At every turn and every day, domestic and familiar;
So that the audience, one and all, from personal experience,
Were competent to judge the piece and form a fair opinion
Whether my scenes and sentiments agreed with truth and nature.
I never took them by surprise, to storm their understandings
With Memnons and Zydides's and idle rattle-trappings
Of battle-steeds and clattering shields, to scare them from their senses.
But for a test (perhaps the best) our pupils and adherents
May be distinguished instantly by person and behavior;
His are Pharmisius the rough, Meganetes the gloomy,
Hobgoblin-headed, trumpet-mouthed, grim-visaged, ugly-bearded;
But mine are Cleitophon the smooth, Theromenes the gentle. %
Theromenes! a clever hand, an universal genius;
I never found him at a loss, in all the turns of party,
To change his watch-word at a word, or at a moment's warning.
EURIPIDES. Thus it was that I began With a nicer, neater plan;Teaching men to look about, Both within doors and without; To direct their own affairs And their house and household wares;Marking everything amiss— "Where is that1 and What is this?
This is broken—That is gone;"—
'Tis the system and the tone.
Yes, by Jove! and now we see
That the moment they come in
Nothing is more remarkable in this scene than the skill with which the poet has made Euripides, all along the chief object of his satire, expose his own faults in the very speeches in which he affects to magnify his merits. The translation is far above my praise, but as a woman privileged to avow her want of learning, it may be permitted to express the gratitude which the whole sex owes to the late illustrious scholar, who has enabled us to penetrate to the heart of one of the scholar's deepest mysteries; and to become acquainted with something more than the name of Aristophanes.
AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES.
LORD CLARENDON GEOFFREY CHAUCER JOHN HUGHES.
Of all places connected with the great civil war, none retains traces more evident and complete of its ravages than the beautiful district which a tolerable pedestrian may traverse in a morning walk, and which comprises the site of the two battles of Newbury, and the ruins of Donnington Castle, one of the most memorable sieges of the Parliamentary army.
I went over that most interesting ground (not, however, on foot) on one of the most brilliant days of the last brilliant autumn, with the very companion for such an excursion: one who has shown in his "Boscobel" how well he can write the most careful and accurate historical research with the rarer power which holds attention fixed upon the page; and who, possessing himself a fine old mansion at the foot of the Castle Hill, and having a good deal of the old cavalier feeling in his own character, takes an interest almost personal in the events and the places of the story.
The first of these engagements took place, according to Clarendon, on the 18th of September, 1643, and has been most minutely related by cotemporary writers, the noble historian of the Rebellion, Oldwison, Heath, the anonymous author of "The Memoirs of Lord Essex," and many others, varying as to certain points, according to their party predilections, but agreeing in the main. A very brief summary must answer my purpose.
Charles commanded the Royalists in person, while the Parliamentary forces were led by Essex, the King's object being to intercept the enemy, and prevent his reaching London. The common, then and now called "The Wash," was, together with the neighboring lanes, the principal scene of the combat. The line of wood has been in some measure altered, still sufficient indications remain to localize the several incidents of this hotlycontested field. Essex, assailed on his march from Hungerford by the fiery Rupert the evening before, encamped on the open common, "impatient," as one of the Commonwealth narrators says, "of the sloth of darkness," all the more so that the King is said to have sent the Earl a challenge to give battle the next day. On that day the great battle took place, when the valor of the raw and undisciplined train-bands, the citizen-soldiers, so much despised by the cavaliers, withstood the chivalry of the royal army, and enabled the general, although hotly pursued for several miles, and furiously charged by Prince Rupert, who had three horses killed under him that day, to accomplish his object, and conduct his troops to London.
Essex, previous to his advance toward Reading, sent a "ticket" to Mr. Falke, the minister of Enborne parish, commanding him to bury all the dead on either side; and three huge mounds still attest the compliance of the clergyman with an order worthy of a Christian soldier. His Majesty, hearing of the "pious wish" of the Lord-General, issued his warrant to the Mayor of Newbury for the recovery of the wounded. Rival historians differ as to the number of the killed. But it seems certain that the loss of the Parliamentarians amounted to more than five hundred; and that on the King's part not fewer than a thousand were wounded and slain. Among them fell many distinguished loyalists—above all, the young, the accomplished, the admirable Lord Falkland, he who, for talent and virtue, might be called the Hampden of his party, and who, like Hampden, left no equal behind.
The night before the battle he had slept at the house of Mr. Head, whom my companion (a man of ancient family and high connections) was proud to claim among his ancestry; and tradition says, that being convinced that an engagement the next day was inevitable, and being strongly impressed with the presentiment that it would prove fatal to himself, he determined, in order to be fully prepared for the event, to receive the sacrament. Accordingly, very early on the morning of the battle it was administered to him by the clergyman of Newbury, and Mr. Head, and the whole family, by Lord Falkland's particular wish, were present. It is also related that his corpse, a few hours afterward, was brought slung on a horse, and deposited in the Town Hall, from whence it was subsequently removed for interment.
Such strong impressions of coming death were not uncommon in that age to men of imaginative temperament. But it is not improbable that Lord Falkland, in that hour of danger, remembered a prediction which had come across him strangely not many years before, and which is thus related:
"While he was with the King at Oxford, his Majesty went one day to see the library, where he was showed, among other books, a ' Virgil,' nobly printed and exquisitely bound. The Lord Falkland, to divert the King, would have his Majesty make a trial of the Sortes Virgliara, a usual kind of divination in ages past, made by opening a ' Virgil.' The King, opening the book, the passage which happened to come up was that part of Dido's imprecation against .35neas, IV. 615, &c, which is thus translated by Dryden:
"' Oppressed with numbers in the unequal field,
"King Charles seeming concerned at this accident, the Lord Falkland, who observed it, would likewise try his own fortune in the same manner, hoping that he might fall upon some passage that could have no relation to his case, and thereby divert the King's thoughts from any impression the other might make upon him; but the place Lord Falkland stumbled upon was yet more suited to his destiny than the other had been to the King's, being the following expressions of Evender upon the untimely death of his son, Pallas, Mn. XI. 152:
"1 0 Pallas! thou hast failed thy plighted word!
Charles was notoriously superstitious; and we may well imagine, that besides the grief of losing the noble adherent, whose very presence conferred honor and dignity on his levee, a strong personal feeling must have pressed upon him as he recollected