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sis might warrant, that presents the hu- | Mr. Disraeli's face during an attack of mour in Sir John Falstaff at its highest any importance on bis braggadocio, - Lord point. Yet the delightful caprice of con- Palmerston's attack upon him, for instance, structing such a wild hypothesis for himself for his wonderful Slough speech in 1858,as that he —" fat Jack”- was the victim of the rapidly passing cloud and the bright of a sort of love-potion; the seeming flash gleam of resourceful sauciness with which of regret that there is no one by who can the Premier himself often watches and meets appreciate the humour of the suggestion; the criticisms caused by his own draughts the musing pause in which he allows his im- on Sir John Falstaff's “ Cambyses’ vein." agination to range freely for a moment over Again, Mr. Mark Lemon is admirable in the great field of possibility he has opened his delineation of the highly imaginative up; in fact, all the subtlety of that little bit side of Falstaff's humour. He gives the of acting seemed to us quite lost on even candour of Falstaff's gloriously candid Conthe very select audience which was assem- servatism in congratulating the Prince on bled to see Mr. Mark Lemon. There was, acting the foot-pad, because the poor abushowever, a certain want of swing, of élan, es of the time want countenance," with the in Mr. Mark Lemon's mode of representing true melancholy of a laudator temporis acti, Falstaff. That delight in adding stroke who would willingly save even a particle upon stroke to his own caricatures, in let- of the delightful immoralities of the past tíng himself float with the stream of his own from wanton destruction. So, too, where rapture of exaggeration, is not given; as Falstaff determines on not changing his when, for instance, he multiplies the “men soiled garments of travel before stopping in buckram” with whom he has fought from the newly-crowned King, his old boon comtwo up to eleven; and when, again, in the panion, and points out to his companions scene with Bardolph he enlarges on the the good effect this may have in giving an flame-colour of Bardolph's nose, calls it an air of enthusiasm and passion to his conadmiral's lantern, an ignis fatuus, a ball of gratulations, the almost poetic exultation wildfire, a perpetual triumph, an everlast- of Falstaff in his own creative power, as ing bonfire-light, a salamander, and so his imagination accumulates touch after forth. There is more, we think, of afflatus touch of the true interpretation which ought in these exaggerating moods of Falstaff's, to be put by the King on his travel-stained more of the enjoyment of being carried attire, is most ably rendered by Mr. Mark away by his own extravagance, than Mr. Lemon :Lemon fully expressed. And this fitful extravagance of moody humour is partly want

Fal. Come here, Pistol ; stand behind me. ed to explain the excessive fatness and

- [To Shallow.) 0 ! if I had had time to have wretchedness of his condition when the made new liveries, I would have bestowed the mood is off him. Falstaff is evidently a hu

thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is

no matter ; this poor show doth better ; this mourist of uneven spirits, in whose extrav- doth infer the zeal I had to see him. agance there is a dash of excitement, which “ Shal. It doth so. Mr. Lemon seems to us rather to miss. On

Fal. It shows my earnestness in affection. the other hand, he gives his low spirits ad- “ Shal. It doth so. mirably, and where Falstaff says that he is Fal. My devotion.

as melancholy as a gib-cat or a lugged Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth. bear," no one can doubt it for a moment. Fal. As it were, to ride day and night ; and The touches most finely given by Mr. Lemon not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have are the quieter touches of Falstaff's solilo- patience to shift me. quies, and, again, the fire of chaffing repar

Shal. It is most certain. tee, where there is not time for him to

Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and mount up to his highest extravagances. nothing else ; putting all affairs else in oblivion ;

sweating with desire to see him ; thinking of His momentary anxieties in ransacking his

as if there were nothing else to be done but to resources for an answer to the Prince and

see him.” to the Chief Justice are perfectly given. When the Prince is telling him of the trick We have said that if there is a substanhe and Poins have played upon him by rob- tial defect of any kind in Mr. Mark Lemon's bing him and his party of their booty, and portraiture it is, perhaps, that he does not this just after Falstaff's magniloquent de combine the spirit of grudge and even malscription of his struggle with the unknown ice which is at the bottom of Falstaff's charrobbers, Falstaft's look of momentary worry acter sufficiently with the play of his huand puzzle, and the sudden and impudent mour. This is due partly to the selection clearing of his brow when he devises a re- of the scenes, which are so chosen as to ply, might remind any one who has watched give a too favourable view of Falstaff, and

too predominant an effect to his humour. which Sir John appears in which Shake The scene, for instance, in which Falstaff speare attributes to him an amiable quality, falls on Justice Shallow's character, and Mr. Mark Lemon is so much in love with backbites him with characteristic bitterness, his hero's humour, that he does not in his is omitted; the scene in which he stabs the acting make the character as utterly base as dead Hotspur in the thigh to make sure of it is meant to be. For instance, when Mishim in the first instance, as well as in the tress Quickly has charged Falstaff with second to lay a foundation for his boast of having said that the Prince owed him a having killed him, is omitted; the scene in thousand pounds, and Prince Henry asks, which he vents his spite on Poins and the “Sirrah, do I owe thee a thousand pounds ?" Prince, behind their backs as he thinks, Sir John turns round, according to Mr. (" He a good wit! hang him, baboon! his Mark Lemon, with quite a genuine tenderwit is as thick as Tewkesbury mustard !"), ness in his manner, and says, “ A thousand is omitted; indeed, many scenes in which pound, Hal? a million; thy love is worth a the maliciousness of Falstaff's humour is million; and thou owest me thy love." Yet, chiefly shown are omitted. Nevertheless, it is evident that this, like the rest, is only enough is left to indicate Shakespeare's a repartee. Sir John cares not a jot for conception,- that of a man who apparently Prince Henry, nor Prince Henry, except as never had a genuinely kind feeling for any a mere source of amusement, for Sir John. living creature but himself. It is evidently The first is shown by the contemptuous way partly malice which urges him on to his in which Falstaff picks the Prince to pieces pile of exaggerations about the flame-colour behind his back; the last by Prince Henry's of Bardolph's nose, and wholly malice with kindlier but still utterly cold farewell to which he taunts Mistress Quickly, “There's him when he supposes him to be lying dead no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; on the field of Shrewsbury:nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian

“Poor Jack, farewell! may be the deputy's wife of the ward to

I could have better spared a better man. thee.” Moreover, though_it is not the

Oh! I should have a heavy miss of thee

If I were much in love with vanity. selfish malice in Sir John Falstaff which is

Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, shown in his soliloquy on “honour” just before the battle of Shrewsbury, his cyni

Though many dearer in this bloody fray.". cism is; and Mr. Mark Lemon's rendering On the whole, the only fault we find with of that scene was to our mind not nearly Mr. Mark Lemon's admirable impersonacynical enough,- too humourous, and not tion is, that he does not seem to us to give sufficiently contemptuous for the reputed the cold, envious, and malicious side of Sir virtues of men. This is the speech of a John Falstaff's selfishness as finely as he pure cynic who is trying to justify to him- gives his imaginative humour. self his own baseness :_** What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hạth it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he

From The London Review. feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it in

WORDS OF COMFORT. sensible, then? Yes ; to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? De The origin of this volume was the death traction will not suffer it.” Mr. Lemon gave of a little daughter of the editor, Mr. it with great spirit, but not with that utter Logan, who has gathered together quite a disgust for humanity and all it values most, body of literature on the subject of infant proper to the utterly selfish man who has not salvation, and the consolations arising out å spark of sympathy for any good human of that grand and intensely Christian idea. quality left in him.

With the exception of the able and curious The reaction in favour of Sir John Fal- historical sketch of the subject, by Dr. staff truly represents him as a fine humour- William Anderson, the pieces of prose ist, a gentleman by breeding, and certainly which form the first four hundred pages of not a poltroon, not so much a coward, as a the work are generally brief; and their exman so selfish that he makes it a principle cellence lies in this, that they have nearly to avoid danger. This is perfectly just all of them been wrung from the hearts of and evidently true to Shakespeare's conception. But when it goes on to find anything

Words of Comfort for Parents Bereaved of Lit

tle Children. Edited by William Logan, Author of truly “gentle” in Falstaff's nature, beyond "The Moral Statistics of Glasgow,' &c. With an his breeding, it seems to us to miss en- Introductory Historical Sketch, by the Rev. Wil. tirely Shakespeare's meaning. There is liam Anderson, LL. D. Glasgow. Fifth Edition, not a sentence in any of the three plays in a larged ; 13th thousand. London : James Nisbet

men and women whom death has bereft of tempted in that case to use the fearful little children. All the matter is not of words which the fainous rhetorician Quincequal value in a literary point of view; but tillian expressed, on the death of the secthere breathes through the various articles ond of his two young sons, whom his wife, a tone of profound sympathy and sincerity, herself dying early, had left him. In Book as if the writers were too much filled with VII. of his “ Institutes of the Orator," in the reality of sorrow to care much for the which he gives an account of the state of merely artistic expression of it. Yet no his mind on the occasion, he says: carelessness is visible in the book; it is one "Whilst day and night I laboured to exeof keen reality; and the general simplicity cute my design before mortality had asand gracefulness of its contents, brimming sailed me, the bitterness of fortune all of a full of hope and consolation as they are, sudden so overwhelmed me that the fruits must make it everywhere acceptable, since of my industry belonged to no one less death has been everywhere. It is not than to myself; for I lost that promising son, our province to enter into the question of the only hope of my old age; and this was infant salvation, many interesting views of the second wound that was struck deep to which are given in Mr. Logan's volume. afflict me, now a childless father. What, The steady white light of the supreme and then, could I do? or on what any more consoling truth illuinines every page; and, employ the unfortunate talents on which although it is evident that much of the the gods seem to frown? Who would writing has been sad and tearful work, we not detest my insensibility if I made any perhaps utter the highest praise when we other use of my voice than to vent comsay that almost none of it can be described plaints against the injustice of the gods, as weak or mawkish. Everywhere are signs who have made me survive all that was of genuine suffering and honest tears; dearest to me in the world, - if I did not the reader feels that these are not theatrical proclaim that there is no providence in the sorrows; and the work is therefore a sin- regulation of human affairs ? That there gularly wholesome one. But, although we none is visible in regard to me — if cannot enter into the subject as a matter not on account of my own misfortunes, to for discussion, we may pause over it for a whom no evil can be imputed but that I minute or two. Even in the Christian prolong my life, at least on account of the world the difference of feeling and expres-undeserved destiny of my boys." These sion produced by the death of young chil- are curious expressions though perhaps not dren is very remarkable. In glancing at unnatural in the mouth of a man still under the mortality tables of the Registrar-Gene- the dominion of the Heathen Mythology. ral, we discover that children in this coun- It is not a little singular that Quinctillian try die annually in battalions : yet the fig- flourished in Rome while Paul was imprisures can hardly be said to produce a feeling oned in the same city; and that while the of grief; we rather stunned than old rhetorician was venting his indignation pierced ; and our feeling is one of pure on the supposed cruelty of the gods for helplessness or indignation on learning the slaying his sons, the great apostle of Chrisfurther fact that great numbers of these in- tianity was writing from his cell those fant deaths are distinctly preventible, or, epistolary expositions of that religion which worse still, that many of them are hardly a could have revealed to the upright and shade removed from murder - that some stricken old Roman, had he but met Paul, of them are murder, in the form of infanti- that the destiny of his sons was one greater cide. Should, however, the child of our and happier than any the Roman world neighbour die, we are more affected and could have conferred. How would the sad melted than we are by hearing of the vast Quinctillian have looked and felt had he numerical tragedy of the year. But if we been present, which he might have been, can imagine that the great majority of chil- and heard the Master breathe the golden dren who die yearly leave behind them in words: “Suffer little children to come some hearts the same feelings which pierce unto me, and forbid them not, for of such ourselves when our own child dies, we shall is the kingdom of Heaven”! In the sechave some faint conception of the subtle ond part of his volume Mr. Logan has web of sorrow which is being perpetually gathered together a good variety of poetiwoven around us. But if for that sorrow cal pieces, which appropriately and fully there were no alleviating hope -- no hope breathe the music of sorrow. We do not that these tender, unfledged souls were say that this part of the book is better than heirs of eternal life — what a source of ag- the first; but certainly the names of the ony and despair their dying would be to the principal authors are more famous ; and it parental heart ! A father might bel is probable that readers who may skip the


prose will be caught by the poetry. | Germanizing English ones. Here is a pasShakespeare, Milton, Dante, Coleridge, sage from “ Hans Breitmann's Barty," Wordsworth, Mrs. Browning, and Tenny- which will illustrate these peculiarities of son are excellent authorities on the subjects idiom; and the reader will notice how makof death, the sorrow which follows death, ing one's self “at home" comes out as and the hopes which soothe the heart and making one's self" to house” — a confusion draw the eyes of sorrow towards the in both languages which is scarcely expli“ blessed home.” The pieces of the minor cable: poets are full of good feeling; but justice requires it to be said that some of them are

“ Hans Breitmann gife a barty;

Dere all vas Souse and Brouse, poor, and could be profitably replaced by

Ven de sooper comed in, de gompany much finer verses — finer, we mean, in the

Did make demselfs to house; essence of poetry, and in poetic execution,

Dey ate das Brot and Gensy broost, not better in moral or spiritual sincerity. De Bratwurst and Braten vine, Altogether, however, the volume is care Und vash der Abendessen down fully compiled, and is admirably adapted to Mit four parrels of Neckarwein. the purpose of the editor. "One of the verses quoted is from Tennyson's fine poem

Hans Breitmann gife a barty; “ The Grandmother” —a verse conveying

Ve all cot troonck ash bigs. in simple touches a profound conception of

I poot mine mout' to a parrel of bier the comparativeness, if not the perfect

Und emptied it oop mit a schwigs. oneness of time and space :

Und den I gissed Madilda Yane

Und she shlog me on de kop, “So Willie has gone, my beauty, my eldest

Und de gompany vighted mit daple-lecks born, my flower;

Dill de coonshtable made oos shtop. But how can I weep for Willie, he has gone but

Hans Breitmann gife a barty for an hour,

Vhere ish dat barty now? Gone for a minute, my son, from this room into the next;

Vhere ish de lofely golden cloud I, too, shall be gone in a minute. What time

Dat float on de moundain's prow? have I to be vext?”

Vhere ish de himmelstrahlende Stern

De shter of de sphirit's light?
All goned afay mit de Lager Beer

Afay in de ewigkeit!”
From The London Review.

Hans Breitmann goes to fight the rebels. HANS BREITMANN'S PARTY.* He encounters a colonel of cavalry, and a AMERICA has been busy of late years in tremendous hand-to-hand fight takes place. sending us humorists and prime donne ; and Breitmann disarms his enemy, and, as the among the former, Mr. C. G. Leland cer- latter lies prostrate on the ground, Breittainly claims a well-merited place. The mann offers to spare his life if he will beodd, quaint little ballads collected in this lieve in moral ideas. The conquered foe tiny volume are really very amusing; and al- knows nothing about moral ideas; he conthough it is obvious that much of their fun fesses that he is “ignoranter ash de nigs — consists in the jumbled English-German of for dey takes de Tribune;" and, in the the writing, there are still to be found bits course of his reply, he reveals the fact that of humour as sly and as apparently uncon- he is Breitmann's son. Breitmann exscious as those of Mr. James Russell Low-claims :ell; while the grave burlesque of certain «« Und vas dy fader Breitmann ? Bist du his other passages is quite as good as much of the late Artemus Ward. Hans Breitmann Den know dat ich der Breitmann dein lieber

kit und kin? is an American Hudibras, who goes forth to

Vater bin ! the wars. His adventures are related in his Der Breitmann pooled his hand-shoe off und own peculiar diction — the mixture of mon shooked him py de hand; grel German, bad English, and Yankeeisms • Ve'll hafe some trinks on strengt of dis - or which the ruder kind of German emigrant else may I pe tam'd!' sometimes acquires in America. No one • Oh ! fader, how I shlog your kop,' der younger can properly appreciate the fun of these bal Breitmann said; lads unless his acquaintance with German I'd den dimes sooner had it coom right down on enables him to recognize the oddities pro

mine own headt!' duced by Anglicizing German words and 'Oh, never mind — dat soon dry oop-I shticks

him mit a blaster; • Hans Breitmann's Party. With Other Ballads. If I had shplit you like a fish, dat vere a vorse By C. G. Leland. London: Trubner.


Dis fight did last all afternoon - wohl to de fes * Dere you sees de fisch a schwimmin', per tide,

Und you catches dem efery one:'Und droo de streets of Vinchesder, de Breitmann So sang dis wasser maiden he did ride.

Vot hadn't got nodings on. Vot vears der Breitmann on his hat? De ploom

Dere ish drunks all full mit money of fictory! Who's dat a ridin' py his side? Dis here's

In ships dat vent down of old; mein son,' says he.

Und you helpsh yourself, by dunder!

To shimmerin crowns of gold. How stately rode der Breitmann oop!-- how lordly he kit down!

• Shoost look at dese shpoons und vatches ! How glorious from de great pokal he drink de

Shoost see dese diamant rings ! bier so prown!

Coom down and full your bockets, But der Yunger bick der parrel oop und schwig

Und I'll giss you like efery dings. him all at one.

“Vot you vantsh mit your schnapps und lager! • Bei Gott! dat settles all dis dings - I know Coom down into der Rhine! dou art mein son !'

Der ish pottles der Kaiser Charlemagne Der one has got a fader; de oder found a child. Vonce filled mit gold-red wine!' Bofe ride oopon one war-path now in pattle Dat fetched—he sthood all sphell pound; fierce und vild,

She pooled his coat-tails down,
It make so glad our hearts to hear dat dey did She drawed him oonder der wasser,
so succeed

De maiden mit nodings on.”
Und damit has sein Ende DES JUNGEN BREIT-

“ Das hat mit ihrem Singen, die Lorelei For Hans Breitmann's lingual powers it gethan.” Mr. Leland should go a step fur must be said that he is able to make himself ther. Having burlesqued the German prointelligible in a foreign country: Perhaps lad or two in French and German, with the

nunciation of English, let him write a balers who will laugh over his bad pronuncia- pronunciation conferred upon those lantion might not shine much better themselves guages by the English. Perhaps the result were they to avoid valets-de-place and poly

would be more pitable than comic. glot waiters. By far the funniest thing in the book,

From The Daily News. however, is a burlesque ballad of the Rhine. THE SWEDISH ARCTIC EXPEDITION. The old story of the knight and the mer

THERE was maid, which has been told in a hundred dif

an error in the telegram

which announced the return of the Swedish ferent ways, is here put into modern words; Arctic Expedition. The highest latitude and the maiden " who has got nothing on" tempts the knight down into subaquean deg. 40 min. instead of 81 deg. 40 min.

attained by Professor Nordenskiold was 82 haunts with promises of material blessings. The difference is important. In fact, the The ballad is altogether so quaint and dry Swedish expedition at once takes its place in its humour that it will bear quoting in full:

as the most promising attempt yet made to

determine whether the North Pole can be “ Der noble Ritter Hugo

reached or not. In the first place, the exVon Schwillensaufenstein,

pedition attained a higher latitude on the Rode out mit shpeer and helmet, Und he coom to de panks of the Rhine.

open sea than had ever before been reached.

Sir Edward Parry travelled as far north as Und oop dere rose a meer-maid,

latitude 82 deg. 45 min. over the ice fields Vot hadn't got nodings on,

which lie to the north of Spitzbergen. Thus Und she says.

Oh, Ritter Hugo, the Union Jack has been carried some three Vhere you goes mit yourself alone?'

miles or so further north than the Swedish And he says, ' I rides in de creenwood, flag. But the ease and rapidity with which Mit helmet und mit spheer,

the Swedes accomplished their work place Till I cooms into ein Gasthaus,

the late expedition fully on a par with Und dere I trinks some beer.'

Parry's boat-and-sledge journey; and the Und den outsphoke de maiden

evidence which it affords respecting the seaVot hadn't got nodings on:

route to the Pole is quite as important as *I tont dink mooch of beoplesh

that which is suggested - rather than diDat goes mit demselfs alone.

rectly presented by Parry's voyage. It • You'd petter coom down in de wasser, will be remembered that Parry's party found Vere dere's heaps of dings to see,

that the ice-fields over which they were laUnd hafe a sphlendid tinner

boriously tracking their way northwards, Und drafes along mit me.

were floating almost as fast towards the

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