1 "Mortality entails, shall be remov'd, "And from the mental eye the film withdrawn, "And qualify these beings for Elysium- All hail, great master, grave Sir, hail! I come On the curled clouds-to thy strong bidding task Shakespear. "Know then, spirit, "Into this grove six shades consign'd to bliss "There they abide, yet each to each endear'd "Fresh from their sins and bleeding with their wrongs; "Therefore all sense of injury remove, I have the whole of this puerile production, written in a schoolboy's hand, which by some chance has escaped the general wreck, in which I have lost some records, that I should now be glad to resort to. I am not quite sure that I act fairly by my readers when I give any part of it a place in these memoirs, yet as an instance of the impression, which my mother's lectures had made upon my youthful fancy, and perhaps as a sample of composition indicative of more thought and contrivance, than are commonly to be found in boys at so very early an age, I shall proceed to transcribe the concluding part of the scene, in which Romeo has his audience, and can truly affirm that the copy is faithful without the alteration or addition of a single word— Romeo. "Oh thou, the great disposer of my fate, Shakespear. "Unthinking youth, thou dost forget thyself; "Rash inconsiderate boy, must I again "Remind thee of thy fate? What! know'st thou not "The man, whose desperate hand foredoes himself, "Is doom'd to wander on the Stygian shore "A restless shade, forlorn and comfortless, "For a whole age? Nor shall he hope to sooth "The callous ear of Charon, till he win "His passion by repentance and submission "The wretch shall hourly pace the lazy wharf Romeo. Gracious powers, Is this my doom, my torment-? Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and each unworthy thing On the white wonder of my love's dear hand, "To drag a restless being on the shore "Of gloomy Styx, and weep into the flood, Shakespear. "Now then dost thou repent thy follies past? Romeo. "Oh, ask me if I feel my torments present, "A tongue to speak my heart's unfeign'd contrition, Shakespear. "Arise, young Sir! before my mercy-seat "None kneel in vain; repentance never lost (Kneels.) The cause she pleaded. Mercy is the proof, "The test that marks a character divine; Were ye like merciful to one another, "The earth would be a heaven and men the gods, "Withdraw awhile; I see thy heart is full; "Grief at a crime committed merits more Than exultation for a duty done. (Romeo withdraws.) Shakespear remains and speaks— "What rage is this, O man, that thou should'st dare "And thy presumptuous violent hand uplift Insolent wretch, did that presumptuous hand "Temper thy wond'rous frame? Did that bold spirit "Inspire the quicken'd clay with living breath? Do not deceive thyself. Have the kind Gods "Lent their own goodly image to thy use For thee to break at pleasure? "What are thy merits? Where is thy dominion? Oh! have a care Lest at thy great account thou should'st be found "A thriftless steward of thy master's substance. |