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3 mate the marriage; for he thought that intentions. Juliet agreed to this plan, by this means, a reconciliation might be who for the sake of her lover would have effected between the two families, and run a far greater risk, and having swalthat perhaps he should thereby ingratiate lowed the potion at the prescribed hour, himself with Sigoor Bartolomeo, and all lost gradually her senses, and finally all Verona. Lent, and the time of confession motion; so that, imagined dead by all, having arrived, Juliet went with her mo- she was removed for burial to the cemether to the church of St. Francesco in tery of her fainily in the church of St. Cittadella,and seating herself in the con- Françis. In the mean time, Lonardo fessional chair before her mother, and sent an account of all that had been done having replied to the usual questions, was to Romeo; but he having been premarried to Romeo, through the grating, viously informed by some one else of the who, with the father, stood on the other death of his Juliet, came unexpectedly side. A few days afterwards, by means with one attendant to Verona, and have of an old woman of the house of Juliet ing reached the gates of the city on the they consummated their marriage in a very evening of the interment of Juliet, garden by night, belonging to Juliet, did not receive the message sent him by supporting themselves with the hope, that the father. The unhappy lover having Lonardo would be able to persuade their reached Verona, and night having set in, respective families to be satisfied with the without setting his foot in the city, he match. Easter being over, while they went straight to the church of St. Franwere hoping that the father would fulfil cis, where he knew that his beloved Juhis promise, it happened that a party of liet was interred, and having opened the the Capelletti had a furious encounter tomb, which was without the church, and with some of the Montecchi, near the got within it, began to shed an abundant gate of Bensari, towards Castel Vecchio, and bitter flood of tears. Having wept Among the Capelletti was one Tebaldo, for some time over his beloved, he detera first cousin of Juliet's, a gallant young mined to die, and swallowed poison, man, who while he was encouraging his which for this purpose he carried with party, behind Romeo, (who for the sake him : laying himseli by her side, he died, of Juliet, did all he could to put an end just at the moment that Lonardo reached to the contest), made a blow at his head, the spot, to remove Juliet from the tomb. which was parried by Romeo, who stab- Finding the servant stretched on the bed bis adversary in the throat, and kil- ground, and Romeo dead in the tomb. led him on the spot. Romeo upon this motionless and horror-struck, he stood fied into banishment, and he who knows wondering how it had occurred, when what disappointed love is, may judge Juliet, whose soporific powder bad exhow bitter must have been that expedi- hausted its efficacy, came to herself, ent. He retired to Mantua, for the sake and seeing Romeo dead by her side, and of being as near as possible to his Juliet, Lonardo and the servant hanging over of whom he often received accounts, him, she was all agbast at the spectacle. through the medium of Lonardo. Juliet She presently discovered from the father, was now compelled to marry by her fa- and the servant how the catastrophe had ther and mother, and not knowing what happened; was seized immediately with part to take, she had recourse to the father the strongest grief, and feeling her spirits Lonardo for advice, who, after long con- extinguished within her, without uttersultation, finally agreed to send her a cer- ing a word, fell dead in the lap of ber tain powder, which, mixed with wine or Romeo. The next morning the calamany other liquor, would lull her to sleep, ity was speedily propagated through the so as to make her appear dead ; that tben city, and Signor Bartolomeo, with the she should be buried, in the sepulchre be- intent of discovering all the circumstanlonging to her family, which was in the ces which led to the unfortunate event, church of St. Francis, that he should accompanied by many gentlemen, went take her out of the monument hy night, to the church of St Francis, where a and that she should escape in disguise to great crowd was collected, attracted by her Romeo at Mantua, whom he would the novelty of the occurrence. Here he forewarn by faithful messengers of their enquired circumstantially both from Lo.
Juliet's Tomb at Verona.
Evol. 3 nardo and Romeo's servant, into the de This fine tragedy, which the celebrattails of the case, and afterwards gave or- ed Schlegel eloquently styles the "fuders that the bodies of these unfortunate nerul und apotheusis of love,” will always lovers should be honorably buried, which be deemed by the best critics, one of the was willingly agreed to both by the choicest of our poet's productions. PerMontecchi and Capelletti, Splendid ob- haps it is to be regretted, that he deviated sequies took place; and with the consent from the true story, in making Juliet of both parties, the bodies were replaced stab herself. He need not have had rein the same monument, which was of course to this; for there is nothing more hewn stone, a little above ground, which I tragic than that poignant grief which, as have ofien seen close to the well of the soon as it seizes, kills; and which, acpoor disciples of St. Francis, while the cording to Della Corle, ihrew Juliet dead building was raising to their order. I in the lap of her lover. Her manner of have conversed on this subject, with dying in the tragedy is rather too much Signor Boldiero, my uncle, by whom I “after the high Roman fashion" for a was shewn the scene of this catastrophe; delicate girl not fifteen years. he shewed me, besides the above men Verona bas been so fully described tioned tomb, a hole in the wall towards by Maffei, that I shall not attempt to the monastery of the Capuchins, where, touch on its antiquities. But the genius as he said, he had heard that many years of Shakspeare adds such an interest to since, this tomb was placed, and that in every spot over which it hovered, that it were found some ashes and bones.” your readers will not accuse me of being
Such is the relation of Girolamo della romantic, if I atiempt to describe the Corte. Those who may take the trouble tomb of Juliet. I left the inn Le Due to compare it with the tragedy of Shak- Torre at six in the morning, accompaspeare, will no doubt remark how little nied by the Cicerone, who, in the way,
has deviated from what we have pointed out some small houses built in reason to believe are the circumstances of the time of the Capelletti : crossing the the true story. His Escalus, Prince of Brà, a square so called, and marked by Verona, is evidently Signor Bartolomeo the grand remains of the Roman amphiScali the mayor; Marcurio, whom Ju- theatre, we soon reached the church of liet first danced with, the Poet giving San Francesco in Cittadella, where Rohim rather warmer hands than the histo- meo and Juliet were married. The rian, is his Paris. The name of Marcu- church is modern, built about a century rio probably suggested, with a slight al- ago, on the site of the old one, which teration of letters, the Mercutio of the was destroyed by fire. poet, who acts howerer a very different Contiguous is a small garden, formerly part from Marcurio in the history. It is attached to the Franciscan monastery, worthy of remark that in Act III. Sc. 1. but now in private hands : in the midst Mercutio, who, with Shakspeare, is the of it, is an old sarcophagus, which, time friend of Romeo, uses the words “ A la immemorial has been shown as the tomb sloccata,” the identical words which of Juliet. It is much eaten by age, and Della Corte uses in his description of has sunk considerably into the earth. It Romeo's encounter with Tybalt: a suf- is exactly six feet long, and is just wide ficient proof to my mind that Shakspeare enough to contain two bodies. Close to got hold of the original work of Della it, is the well, mentioned by Della Corte, Corte; if we had no other evidence to which to me is a sufficient proof that the make us think so. Montague in the Ita- sarcophagus is the same as what he saw lian is Montecchio ; Capulet, Capellet- with his uncle. The serenity of the to; Frate Lonardo is the Friar Law- morning, and affecting catastrophe, sugrence of the poet; and the attendant of gested the following lines, which have po Romeo in the history, is the Balthasar other merit than that of being composed of the tragedy. Friar John appears to be on the spot. one of the confidential messengers sent by Lopardo to Romeo, at Mantua. of Let Affectation droop her head and inourn
Disastrous love o'er tender Juliet's urn. the female persons, Lady Montague is the Coquettes avaunt ! away each simpering belle ! only one not alluded to in the history. Envy the lot of her who loved so well;
author of Waverly, Guy Manner- ly to bave been reviewed, by the most ing, and the Antiquary, has at last made able periodical works in the world, as it its appearance; and can we speak more they were real and authentic records of higbly of it than to say that it is worthy events which happened as they detail. of his band ?
T'he same power of delusion belongs to We have debated with ourselves in Rob Roy. It is impossible to fancy any what manner we should review this part of it a fable. The men and women work. Were we to analyse the story, we of its dramatis personæ live before us ; might write an interesting article; but the scenery is perfect nature; the inciwould it be just towards the author, or dents are identical history. The accession kind towards our fair friends, who hate of the House of Hanover, the attempts and detest the foreknowledge of the de- of Jacobites, the existence of a country nouement of any book which appeals so called Scotland, do not seem more unstrongly as this does to their curiosity deniable, than the whole train of facts and feelings? No! we will not take ad- herein related, and the actual being of vantage of our rapid publication, to ante- the Osbaldistones, Jarvies, M.Gregors, date one of the principal enjoyments to &c. who people the world created by the be derived from the perusal of Rob Roy: poet's imagination, and perform the with an abstinence deserving of all praise, things he has told us they performed. we will endeavour to deliver our opin- Not Shakspeare himself has been more ions, without encroaching upon the mys- true to his characters: we think, if tliey teries of the narrative, aod the eclaircisse- acted otherwise, more or less, than they ments of the conclusion.
do, there would be some appearance of Io some respects this novel seems in- fiction; as it is, there is none. ferior, and in some superior, to its pre Without forgetting our initiatory procursors. It is inferior in the general style mise, we may state, that the plan of this and composition ; which, though highly delightful work consists of the adventures wrought in many parts, are yet careless- of Mr. Francis Osbaldistone, the son of ly enough slurred over in others; and it a rich London merchant, who refusing is, perhaps, inferior in depth of interest to to engage in commercial pursuits, as de Waverly and Guy Mannering. As a pic- sired by bis father, is sent to an uncle's i ture of manners, and as affording distinct Northumberland, almost disinberited. In portraits of characters (which are indivi. his journey to the north, he lails in with duals, yet a class) it is equal to the best Rbert Campbell, a cattie dealer, alias which have gone before. And in adapt- 1.*.b Roy, and by a skilsul connexion of ing the particular story to a frame-work their sates, they become from that period consistent with the nature of the times interwoven with each other. Sir Hildeand state of the country in which the scene brand Osbaidistone (the uncle) and his is laid, we tbink the Rob Roy superior six sons, form a massive group in this to all its predecessors.
canvass, and the chief light is found in a The plots and intrigues preceding the re. Relative, who is living at Cubhull, Miss bellion of the year 1715, afforded admira- Diana Vernon, on whose character the ble ground for much more of the marvel- author has exerted all his energies. It is lous than our author needs to employ in that of Flora Mac Iver, somewhat softthe construction of his volumes, which are ened, and embracing many different so distinguished for their historical truth shades; equally exalted, but perhaps
Rob Roy, by the Author of Guy Mannering, the Antiquary, &c. (vol. 3 more natural. The only other female who terly portraiture of villany. Morris, a figures in the piece, is the wife of Rob cowardly Employé of government, is anRoy; a ruthless and desolate-hearted A- other specimen of the skill of the author : mazon. The Chieftain of the Clan, Gre- his subserviency, and his lamentable cagor himself, is admirably drawn, though tastrophe, present a useful lesson to manin him there has been less of invention kind. The description of his death, innecessary than in others. He seems only deed, is one of the most dreadful and le-s barbarous, or, we may say, more ci- touching that we ever read. He is treachvilised, than common fame has handed erously left as a hostage for the safety of him down to us. A Scotch gardener,An- Rob Roy, who is thus betrayed into the drew Fairservice, is well depicted; a hands of his foes. Brought a prisoner to worldly, time-serving, selfish fellow; the wife of the Chieftain, immediately afneither overburthened with sense nor ter she has been excited to fury by a principle; but yet contriving, by his of- sharp contest with, and victory over, a ficiousness, to occupy a conspicuous sta- party of the military, whom Dougal mistion in this drama. A Highland follower leads into a dangerous pass among the of Rob Roy, named Dougal, and a Mac- mountains, on the borders of a lake, we gregor, forms a contrast to Fairservice, are told by Francis Osbaldistone, wbo is He is faithful, brave, and devoted, cun- also a prisoner, ning,shrewd, and dexterous. Owen, the principal clerk of the house of Osbaldi “ The wife of Mac Gregor commandstone and Tresham, is another portrait of ed that the hostage exchanged, for his unassuming pretensions, but of exquisite safety should be brought into her prefidelity. The great city, and the wild sence. I believe her sons bad kept this hills of Scotia, alike submit their children unfortunate wretch out of her sight, for 10 the developement of our acute and fear of the consequences; but if it was masterly delineator. His images are e- so, their humane precaution only proqually vivid, whether drawn from the longed his fate. They dragged forward desk or the heath, the busy hum of men, at her summons a wretch already half or the solitude of deserts. But not one of dead with terror, in whose agonized feathe characters has delighted us more in tures, I recognized, to my horror and asthe pencilling than Baillie Jarvie of Glas- tonishment, iny old acquaintance Morris. gow. If M.Wheble gave the hint for this “ He fell prostrate before the female admirable likeness, it is so full, co finish- chief with an effort to clasp her knees, ed, and so thrown out by circumstances, from which she drew back, as is bis touch that it leaves us nothing to wish for. We had been pollution, so that all he could question whether any but Scotch readers do, in token of the extremity of his huwill be able to appreciate the perfection miliation, was 10 kiss the hem of her of this sketch. The mixture of the pride piaid. I never heard entreaties for life of birth, though connected with an out- poured forth with such agony of spirit. law, and the opposite habits of a manu. The ecstasy of fear was such, that, infacturing education; the cornbined qua- stead of paralyzing his tongue, as on orlities of ihe son of Deacon Jarvie, honest dinary occasions, it even rendered him man! Heaven be mercilul to bim! and eloquent; and, with cheeks pale as ashthe cousin of Rob Roy,for whom a hemis es, hands compressed in agony, eyes that en cravat is so surely predestined ; tbe seemed to be taking their last look of all pacific and yet bold, the sober yet eccen- mortal objects, he protested, with the iric, the prudential yet generous act of deepest oaths, bis total ignorance of any the worthy Glasgonian, constitute a tout design on the person of Rob Roy, whoni ensemble of the richest order. Even in he swore he loved and honoured as his the minor characters, there is a degree of own soul. In the inconsistency of his variety quite Ilomeric. The family of terror, he said, he was but the agent of Osbaldi-tone are forcible examples of others, and he muttered the name of this. Percival, Thorncliff, John, Richard, Rastleigh. He prayed but for lile-for and Wilfred are all, alter et idem, and lite he would have given all he had in the Rashleigh, the youngest brother, a mas- world;- it was but life he asked-life,
VOL. 3.] Rob Roy, by the Author of Guy Munnering, &c.
7 if it were to be prolonged under tortures shriek with a loud halloo of vindictive and privations ;-he asked only breath, triumph, above which, however, the yell though it should be drawn in the damps of mortal agony was distinctly heard. of the lowest caverns of their hills. The heavy burden splashed in the dark
" It is impossible to describe the scorn, blue waters of the lake, and the Highthe loathing and contempt, with which landers, with their pole-axes and swords, the wife of Mac Gregor regarded this watched an instant to guard, Jest, extriwretched petitioner for the poor boon of cating himself from the load to which he existence,
was attached, he might have struggled to “ • I could have bid you live,' she said, regain the shore. But the koot had been “had life been to you the same weary and securely bound; the victim sank without wastiog burthen it is to me--that it is to effort; the waters, which bis fall had disevery noble and generous mind.—But turbed, settled calmly over him, and the you—wretch! you could creep through unit of that life, for which he had pleadthe world unaffected by its various dis. ed so strongly, was forever withdrawn graces, its ineffable miseries, its constant- from the sum of human existence." ly accumulating masses of crime and sorrow,-you could live and enjoy yourself,
This grand and agonizing description while the noble-minded are betrayed brings Lord Byron forcibly to our recolwhile nameles and birthless villains tread lection; and even by the side of that on the neck of the brave and the long. transcendant painter of human misery descended, you could enjoy yourself, and mortal throes, it must be allowed. like a butcher's dog in the shambles, bat- that the writer of our quotation need not toning on garbage, while the slaughter shrink from a sense of inferiority. of the brave went on around you! This
We could wish to set before our readenjoyment you shall not live to partake
ers some traits of Baillie Jarvie; but we of; you shall die, base dog, and that be fear it is difficult to accomplish this purfore yon cloud has passed over the sun. pose within the scope of extracts consist
“She gave a brief command in Gaelic ent with our limits, and with our de to her attendants, two of whoin seized clared design, not to weaken the interest the prostrate suppliant, and hurried-iam of the novel by garbled anticipations. to the brink of a cliff which overbung
When Mr. Osbaldistone asks his advice the flood. He set up the most piercing
as to the best way to act for his father's and dreadful cries that fear ever uttered, advantage, and his own bonour, the dia-I may well term them dreadful, for logue thus proceeds, they baunted my sleep for years after “ Ye're right, young man--ye're wards. As the murderers, or execution- right,' said Jarvie. Aye, take counset ers, call them as you will, dragged him of those who are aulder and wiser than along, he recognized me even in that yoursell, and binna like a godless Rehomoment of horror, and exclained, in the boam, who took the advice o' a whees Jast articulate words I ever heard bim ut- beardless callants, neglecting the auld ter, 'O Mr. Osbaldistone, save me! save counsellors who had sate at the feet o'
his father Solomon, and, as it is weel put “I was so much moved by this hor. by Mr. Meiklejohin, in his lecture on the rid spectacle, that, although in inomenta- chapter, were doubtless partakers of his ry expectation of sbaring his fate, I did sapience. But I maun bear naething about attempt to speak in his behalf; but, as honour --we ken naething here but about might have been expected, my interfer- credit. Honour is a homicide, and a ence was sternly disregarded. The vic- blood-spiller, that gangs about making tim was held fast by some, while others, frays in the street ; but Credit is a debinding a large heavy stone in a plaid, cent, honest man, that sits at hame, and tied it round his neck, and others again makes the pat play.' stripped him of some part of his dress. Assuredly, Mr. Jarvie,' said our Half-naked, and thus maaacled, they friend Owen, . credit is the sum total; hurled him into the lake, there about and if we can but save that, at whatever twelve feat deep, drowning his last death- discount-