to write to them on whose foot the black ox had not already trod, as the proverb is, but to those only that are weatherbeaten in the sea of this world, such as having lost the sight of their gardens and groves, study to sail on a right course among rocks and quicksands.' Thus beside the young unpruned imagination of his friend, quenched before time had stolen from it a particle of its joyousness and luxuriance, he places his own elder and way-worn muse-the poetry of 'Life' beside the poetry of 'Wit.' Such a distinction breathes the spirit of a new world; and in parting Lord Brooke from the writer of Astrophel and Stella places him mentally beside Milton and Bacon. The The folio edition of his works, of 1633, the materials for which had been revised and collected for publication by the author, contains three treatises, on 'Human Learning,' on 'Wars,' and 'An Inquisition upon Fame and Honour,' the tragedies of Alaham and Mustapha, and the hundred and ten sonnets of Caelica. Poems of Monarchy and Religion were published later in 1670. Mustapha had also appeared earlier in 1609. To these Mr. Grosart, in a recent complete edition has added a few miscellaneous poems, the lament for Sidney, published in The Phoenix Nest of 1593, two or three poems from England's Helicon, and a doubtful one from The Paradise of Dainty Devices. Of these we are not now concerned with the treatises. They were originally meant to serve as choruses between the acts of Alaham and Mustapha— a whimsical instance of the impracticability of Lord Brooke's genius-and, as we have already said, they are not without lines and passages of poetry. But in the main they are either matter for the biographer, or for the student of seventeenth-century speculation. The collection of shorter poems under the name of Caelica contains a number of love-poems, some perhaps genuine, others mocking and cynical, which, as in Habington's Castara, lead up to a concluding group of religious and philosophical pieces. With sonnets, properly so called, they have nothing more in common than the name. Some of them are undoubtedly echoes of Astrophel and Stella, harsh fantastic echoes which but rarely recall the music of the earlier strain. Sonnet 46, 'Patience, weakfortun'd and weak-minded wit,' is an ‘exercise' on the same theme as Sonnet 56 of Astrophel and Stella. The end of Sonnet 45 is a reminiscence of the tenth song in the same collection, and two better illustrations of poetical failure on the one hand, and such poetical success as the kind of theme admits of on the other, could scarcely be brought together than the thirteenth sonnet of Caelica, Cupid his boy's play many times forbidden,' as compared with the well-known 'His mother dear Cupid offended late' of Astrophel and Stella. This list might be largely extended with ever-increasing profit to Sidney's reputation. Still, when all deductions are made, Caelica brings its own peculiar reward to the reader. There are veins of poetry in it of a remote and fanciful kind, and what is not poetry will often affect us with the old-world charm, which is the true explanation of Cultismo wherever it appears in literary history, the charm of ingenuity as such, of mind-play pure and simple. To which may be added that among the religious poems of Caelica there is perhaps simpler and sincerer work than Lord Brooke produced anywhere else. With regard to the poem-plays of Alaham and Mustapha, which may be compared with the much inferior 'Monarchical tragedies' of Sir William Alexander, nothing can be added to the well-known criticism of Charles Lamb, which describes them as 'political treatises, not plays,' in which 'all is made frozen and rigid with intellect,' or to Lord Brooke's own account of them as intended to illustrate the 'high ways of ambitious governours,' and the public and private ruin to which such ways tend. In spite of tragical situations, in spite of the injured youth of Mustapha, and the maiden heroism of Caelica, they are not tragical, and for all their high intellectual ìnterest, they are very seldom poetical. In those rare instances however, where the poet succeeds in mastering and transforming the philosopher, there we have a very noble and perfect effect, such an effect as is reached in The Chorus of Tartars quoted below, where the plea of the world against the claims and promises of religion is put with a passion and directness which lifts it far above its surroundings. The outer facts of Lord Brooke's prolonged literary career bring the world of Spenser and the world of Milton together in a striking way. He, with Spenser, Dyer, and Sidney, was a member of Harvey's 'Areopagus,' and there is other evidence of intercourse between him and Spenser. His friendship with Sidney is one of the classical stories in the history of English letters. On the other hand Davenant, the founder of the Restoration theatre, was the protégé of his old age, and he died the year before the composition of the Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity. MARY A. WARD. CHORUS OF TARTARS. [From the Tragedy of Mustapha.] Vast Superstition! Glorious style of weakness! Thy texts bring princes' titles into question: She neither taught the father to destroy: CHORUS OF PRIESTS. [From Mustapha.] Oh wearisome condition of Humanity! Is it the mask or majesty of Power Tyrant to others, to herself unjust, Only commands things difficult and hard; If Nature did not take delight in blood, He finds the God there far unlike his books. 1 These last four lines are in allusion to the plot of Mustapha, which turns upon the murder of the unresisting and innocent Mustapha by his father Solyman, in consequence of certain unjust suspicions. CHORUS OF GOOD AND EVIL SPIRITS. [From Alaham.] Evil Spirits. Why did you not defend that which was once your own? Even in the infancy of Time, when man was innocent1; Where pride of courage made men fall, and baseness rais'd them higher ? Where they that would be great, to be so must be least, And where to bear and suffer wrong, was Virtue's native crest. Nor any end, but-as the plants-to bring each other forth. As they came in, so they go out with that which you call vice. No Babel-walls by greatness built, for littleness a wonder, As wheels whereon the world must run, and never can be fixt. Nor stories of acts done; for these all entered with the sin. The glory of the skilful shines, where men may go amiss. Keep therefore where you are; descend not but ascend : For, underneath the sun, be sure no brave state is your friend. 1 i. e. 'consider the boundless power you enjoyed in the golden age.' |