displayed her accustomed naivète, wit, and pathos. To that work Mr. Bulwer seems to have been indebted for many of the thoughts and the incidents that grace his five-act play. As in the original story, the Marquis de Bragelone, a chivalric, and unsullied knight of France is betrothed to Mademoiselle, afterwards Duchess de la Vallière, who has an unbounded esteem for him, but of true and ardent love, none. Like a noble-minded man, he does not urge his suit inconsiderately or cruelly, but hopes that time and his warlike exploits may gain her heart. Their parting interview is thus given. Brag. Louise! Louise! this is our parting hour: And her true knight, from some kind words, to take Say, canst thou love me?— M. de la Vall. It is a word that Brag. Sir!-I-love !—methinks Sounds upon thy lips Like' land' upon the mariner's, and speaks Of home and rest after a stormy sea. Sweet girl, my youth has passed in camps; and war Make my plain courtship rude.-Louise! thy sire Have seemed to hoard my own!-I think of thee, Bathing the cold earth from a Hebe's urn;- Claims as its own, came back when first I loved thee! Recoil from mine-if but one single wish, A shade more timid than the fear which ever Blends trembling twilight with the starry hope Of maiden dreams-would start thee from our union, Speak, and my suit is tongueless ! M. de la Vall. If to believe all France's chivalry O, my lord! Boasts not a nobler champion-if to feel Proud in your friendship, honoured in your trust,— If this be love, and I have known no other, Why then, thou lov'st me! M. de la Vall. (aside.) I feel 'twere to deceive him! Is it love? Shall I say it? The transcendant beauty of Mademoiselle de la Vallière has reached the ears of the dissolute and gay king of France, Louis XIV., who gains her over to his court. He is not yet "The Great," but the Louis of Fontainbleau, in the flush of a brilliant youth, and in the excitement of a first-love. Though under his protection, and becoming deeply enamoured of him, she is for a time still more alive to the beauty and value of virtue. The following is part of a scene, at night, in the Gardens of the Fontainbleau, which are brilliantly illuminated for the delight of the King and his court. "Louis. Sweet La Vallière ! M. de la Vall. Ah! Louis. Nay, fair lady, fly not, ere we welcome Thyself the example? What if I had listened, Nor pine for these divine, unwitnessed moments, Could not hear thee, No more the thought of love from him who loves thee, Unfolds the fairest world a king can conquer ! Hear me, Louise! M. de la Vall. No, Sire; forget those words! Louis. Her modest coyness fires me more than all In perfect accordance with the confession, he pursues his purpose. "Louis. (To Mademoiselle de la Vallière.) Nay, if you smile not on me, then the scene Hath lost its charm. M. de la Vall. O Sire, all eyes are on us! Louis. All eyes should learn where homage should be rendered. The Queen. To try your fortune? 'Will't please your Majesty Fortune! Sweet La Vallière, (Looks scornfully at Mademoiselle de la Vallière.) Louis. I only seek my fortune in thine eyes, (Music. Louis draws, and receives a diamond bracelet. Ladies crowd round.) First Lady. How beautiful! Second Lady. Each gem were worth a duchy! Third Lady. Oh, happy she upon whose arm the King Louis. (Approaching Mademoiselle de la Vallière.) (Clasps the bracelet.) Permit me, Lady. Lauzun. Well done-well play'd! In that droll game call'd Woman, Diamonds are always trumps for hearts. First Lady. Too light! Her hair's Second Lady. Her walk is so provincial ! Lauzun. Ha! ha! What envious eyes, What fawning smiles, await the King's new Mistress !" The King's unblushing profligacy, even in the presence of his queen, is not more forcibly pourtrayed in this scene than history warrants; but we cannot compliment the author either for his vulgar wit about diamonds and hearts, or for the third lady's scullerylike piece of insinuated detraction. It is not long before rumours injurious to the fair fame of Mademoiselle reach Bragelone. He hurries from the field of war to the royal residence, and obtains an interview with the object of his pure and unwavering affections, at the moment when she has been reasoning with herself concerning the King's devotion to her. She says, He loves me, then! He loves me! Love! wild word! Dwell on the thought! And yet-and yet he loves me! (Re-enter Bragelone, at the back of the stage. picture.) She takes out the King's Mine early dreams were prophets !-Steps! The King? Brag. Fairer than many fair; but sweet and humble, M. de la Vall. Cruel!-unjust!-You were my father's friend, Dare you speak thus to me? Brag. You have learnt your state betimes! M. de la Vall. Dare! dare!-'Tis well! Brag. I know not by what right you thus assume Ay, reproach! The harlot's trick-for shame! Oh, no, your pardon ! M. de la Vall. My Lord !-my Lord, in pity—No!—in justice, Leave me not thus !" He becomes convinced of her innocence and exclaims, "Curs'd be the lies that wrong'd thee !-doubly curst The hard, the icy selfishness of soul, That, but to pander to an hour's caprice, Accurst The King who casts his purple o'er his vices! M. de la Vall. The king-God bless him! I thought of thee, and smiled-for thou wert sinless! And when they told of some diviner act That made our nature noble, my heart whispered So would have done Louise!'-'Twas thus I loved thee! With thee, all hope, all confidence, of virtue- M. de la Vall. Nay, speak not thus!-be gentle with me. Come, I am not what thou deem'st me, Bragelone; Do not desert me-thou ! Brag. Thou lov'st the King! M. de la Vall. But I can fly from love!" This extract contains not the only expression and appeal to heaven in the play, which is shockingly irreverent. There occur such words as these, "O Father, bless her," which, we are happy to learn, were received by the audience in Covent-garden theatre, on the first performance of the piece, with the most unqualified testimonies of disapprobation. Really novel and play-writers should remember, that if they spend their days in catering for public amusement, the least thing that can be demanded of them is that their works be harmless-that they offer no glaring indignity to the most solemn and precious feelings which religion has fostered. Mademoiselle is induced, by the earnest solicitations of Bragelone, to fly to a convent. But no sooner does his Majesty hear of the extraordinary event-that of a maid of honour flying from a kingthan he swears that he will bring her back, and that he who stands between his royal will and her he loves, becomes a traitor. He makes good his word, and forcibly carries her from the convent. It must be allowed, however, that although she at first clung to a crucifix, she insensibly lets it go, and not unwillingly resigns herself to him. She becomes his victim; he showers wealth and honours upon her; she is created a duchess; and for a time she engrosses all his attentions and love. But Louis, like many other men, was fickle as well as heartless; and the Duchess is forced to feel and exclaim, "" Oh, to what a reed We bind our destinies, when man we love! Peace, honour, conscience lost-if I lose him, Not only has the King's love cooled for the Duchess, but he has chosen a new mistress, and insults the former, by proposing that she should marry one of his coxcomb courtiers, the Duke de LauThis is too much to be borne, and her simple nature is aroused to vindicate itself with a degree of magnanimity, of which she had hitherto afforded no symptoms. She says to Lauzun, as soon as she learns the purpose of a special visit he pays to her, zun. "Duch. de la Vall. So, thou art he To whom this shattered heart should be surrendered ?— Wouldst take the cast-off leman of a King, Nor think thyself disgraced! Fie !-Fie! thou'rt shameless! |