HYPOCHONDRIACUS. [Originally published in 1802 (among the Miscellaneous Pieces appended to Charles Lamb's Five Act Tragedy of John Woodvil) as part and parcel of what purported to be "Curious Fragments from a Common-place Book which belonged to Robert Burton, author of The Anatomy of Melancholy."] By myself walking, What scared St. Anthony, Figments heretical, Scruples fantastical, Doubts diabolical; Abaddon vexeth me, Mahu perplexeth me, Lucifer teaseth meJesu! Maria! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus Inimici. FREE THOUGHTS ON SEVE- or Than did the primitive Peruvians; Before that dirty blacksmith Tubal, gamut. I care no more for Cimarosa Had something in them; but who's The devil with his foot so cloven, And, if the bargain does not suit, Of Doctor Pepusch old Queen Dido do. I would not go four miles to visit Sebastian Bach, (or Batch, which is it ?) No more I would for Bononcini. I shall not say a word to grieve 'em, Then have you, Madelina, an album complete, Which may you live to finish, and I live to see 't! WHAT IS AN ALBUM? [A correspondent of Notes and Queries brought to light the following verses, which he discovered by accident, written on the fly-leaf of a copy of "John Woodvil," lying for sale in a bookseller's window-stall, the lines being dated the 7th September, 1830, penned unmistakably in Charles Lamb's handwriting, and further authenticated with his simple straggling autograph.] 'Tis a book kept by modern young ladies for show, Of which their plain grandmothers nothing did know; A medley of scraps, half verse and half prose, And some things not very like either, God knows. The first soft effusions of beaux and of belles, Of future Lord Byrons and sweet L. E. L.'s; Where wise folk and simple both equally join, And you write your nonsense that I may write mine. Stick in a fine landscape to make a display A flower-piece, a foreground! all tinted so gay, As Nature herself, could she see them, would strike With envy, to think that she ne'er did the like; And since some Lavaters, with head TO MARGARET W-. (The Athenæum, 14th March, 1835). [Written at Edmonton, on the 8th October, 1834, only eleven weeks before Charles Lamb's death, and first published in the Athenæum, within less than three months after he was laid in his grave.] MARGARET, in happy hour Christen'd from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty namesake be In all things a type of thee, And image thee in all. Like it you show a modest face, The tulip, and the pink, The china and the damask rose, Of lowly fields you think no scorn; And grace, wherever set. PROLOGUE TO COLERIDGE'S TRAGEDY OF "REMORSE." [Spoken by Mr. Carr, on Saturday, the 23rd January, 1813, when the play was first produced on the boards of Drury Lane Theatre. In the original issue of the drama, in its printed form, this prologue was duly published.] THERE are, I am told, who sharply criticize Our modern theatres' unwieldy size. We players shall scarce plead guilty to that charge, Who think a house can never be too large: Grieved when a rant, that's worth a nation's ear, Shakes some prescribed Lyceum's petty sphere; [Spoken by Miss Ellen Tree, afterwards Mrs. Charles Kean, on the night of the drama's first representation. In the printed copy of the play published immediately afterwards, the dramatist, in his Preface, dated 24th April, 1833, took occasion to say: "To my early, my trusty and honoured friend, Charles Lamb, I owe my thanks for a delightful Epilogue, composed almost as soon as it was requested."] WHEN first our bard his simple will express'd That I should in his heroine's robes be dress'd, My fears were with my vanity at strife, How I could act that untried part 'a wife." Dramatic Works. John Woodvil: A TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS. [Originally published in 1802, as a volume of 128 pages duodecimo, by G. and I. Robinson, of Paternoster Row, John Woodvil occupied the first 104 pages, the remaining 24 pages comprising several curious fragments. There, for example, was given Thekla's "Balad" (sic with one 1), translated from the German. The original title of the volume sufficiently explained the nature of its contents, however, as follows: "John Woodvil, a Tragedy by C. Lamb; to which are added fragments of Burton, the author of The Anatomy of Melancholy." These Fragments, as a matter of course, were about as truly Burton's as Walter Savage Landor's Imaginary Conversations were the actual utterances of the interlocutors. Imbedded among them, like a vein of pure gold in a lump of sparkling quartz, was his quaint and eminently characteristic poem of "Hypochondriacus."] SCENE. For the most part at Sir Walter's mansion in Devonshire; at other times in the forest of Sherwood. TIME.-Soon after the Restoration. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE. A Servants' Apartment in Woodvil Hall. A Song by DANIEL. "When the King enjoys his own again." Peter. A delicate song. Where didst learn it, fellow? Daniel. Even there, where thou learnest thy oaths and thy politics-at our master's table. Where else should a serving-man pick up his poor accomplishments? |