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and poetical. Being disguised, she does not at first recognize him, and bids him “ be gone without a reply." He replies, however, thus :
“ Be just, Penthea,
Pent. Rash man! thou layest
ORGIL. Oh! rather
Pent. Lend me your hand,
ORGIL. I would possess my wife, the equity
PENT. Is that all ?
ORGIL. You are obey'd. 'Tis done.
Pent. How, Orgillus, by promise I was thine,
ORGILPart! yet advise the better.
Penthea is the wife of Orgillus,
Pent. Never shall nor will !
Pent. Hear me. In a word l'It tell thee why.
ORGIL. I must not take this reason.
Pent. To confirm it;
ORGIL. Penthea, now
PENT. Uncivil sir, forbear,
ORGIl. I'll tear my veil of politic French off, ,
How much we fight with weakness to preserve thee!
Orgillus now determines to return into the world, and consummate his revenge upon Ithocles. He is received honorably at Court, mixes in society, and the better to conceal his intentions, joins in the common cry of admiration of the conqueror, whom he terms “ the “ matchless".--" the clear mirror of absolute perfection." He becomes his friend ; consents that his sister shall be married to a friend of Ithocles ; and in every thing by the utmost submission and complaisance disarms suspicion. Still poor Penthea, tormented by . her husband's jealousy and her own reflections, becomes more and more melancholy, until at length
---" some angry minister of Pate
From its most proper throne."
bas an affection for Ithocles. The king is worked upon to consent to their marriage, and at length grants permission, and the union is upon the point of taking place at the time of the death of Penthea: Orgillus conducts Ithocles to the death chamber, and there sacrifices the brother at the sister's shrine. · He stabs him, and leaving the dead body by the side of Penthea's corpse, takes his way for the Court, where revels have commenced in honor of the approaching nuptials. Just previous to his arrival, news had been brought to Calantha that her father, who was old and sickly, had died; the intelligence of Penthea's death follows; and then Orgillus burst in, and proclaims himself the murderer of the bridegroom. Calantha hears all patiently---she sheds no tear---goes through the dance, and at its conclusion before the corpse of Ithocles she formally disposes of the kingdom which had fallen to her, and of several dignities in the state ; and then, heart broken by grief, expires by the side of her murdered lover. This concluding scene is an extremely noble one; as is also that of the death of Orgillus, who being condemned to die, opens a vein, and thus kills himself; but we have no space for extracts. Altogether, the play is an excellent one, although the stoical firmness of Calantha in continuing the dance after being informed successively of the death of her father, Penthea, and Ithocles, is somewhat unnatural. There are several lyrical pieces in the course of the play. We shall extract two; the following dirge is really beautiful.
"Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease,
Can but please
Rest for care ;
Can find no comfort for a broken heart." There is something very playful and pretty in the following song, with which we conclude.
“ Can you paint a thought ? or number
Sooner do both that and this,
This and that, and never miss,
Beauty's beauty ; such a glory
All arms, all arts,
All loves, all hearts;
A LETTER FROM TIIE CITY TO THE WEST END OF THE TOWN, UPON THE NEW
IMPROVEMENTS. Am I grown contagious? Has my old enemy the plague returned ? Have I unconsciously become infected with a leprosy? Or what other cause is there why you daily remove farther from me? Indeed. indeed, brother, I take it very ill of you that you thus shun me. The time was when an easy walk enabled us to communicate with each other; but now, the only way to visit you is by hackney coach, or those other vehicles called short stages, I suppose because they are a much longer time in reaching their destination than is either necessary or convenient. A few years ago. I was certain of finding you either in the fields by St. Giles's or St. Martin's, or at farthest at St. James's. Now, they tell me you have stretched far beyond Primrose Hill, and that you are meditating a flight from Grosvenor Square to Chelsea.
Nor is this all that I have to complain of. Wherever I go-upon 'Change, at Guildhall, or at the Mansion House, I hear nothing but complaints of the ridiculous manner in which you are behaving yourself—the freaks of which you have lately been guilty-and the absurdities you are at present contemplating. I really can bear it no longer, and must take advantage of my right as an elder brother to remonstrate with you upon these subjects, kindly and affectionately, but still firmly.
For twelve months past I have not had the heart to visit St. James's Park, that Paradise of my youthful days—the scene of all my rural enjoyments-the happy spot to which I used formerly to resort for holiday amusement, and where I inhaled an atmosphere pure as my imagination can conceive, at once cheering my spirits, and invigorating my frame. But now, alas ! I am given to understand, that were I to revisit this Arcadia, the once pleasing scene of all my pastoral happiness, I should not know the place. They tell me you have cut down the trees, dispossessed the rooks, encroached upon the walk nearest to Buckingham Gate, and converted the once firm gravel into a swamp, sometimes almost impassable. Nay, more: I have been informed that you have built a new Palace in the place of Buckingham House ; but not content with the ample space upon which it stood, you have protruded this new building into the Park; and in order to conceal it, have raised an immense mound as high as the house itself, rendering it of course a most unwholesome and unpicturesque habitation. Really all this is very silly; nay, it is much worse than silly. The situation of Buckingham House was bad enough—built as it was in a corner, and overlooked on every side; but in this new building, you have retained all the old disadvantages, and created many new ones.
It is rumoured that you intend to encroach still further upon the Park, and that the old Bird Cage Walk is to be turned into a terrace, or some such fine place; truly you are a very silly fellow for your pains. Your fine “improvements," as you call them---your French imitations---are in my mind mere nonsense. Before you can make London like Paris, you must render England like France. You must reduce our National Debt, and lessen our taxes. If you need must be improving, try your hand at one of these, and let masonry and Mac Adam alone. By the bye, talking of MacAdam, pray what are you doing at Hyde Park Corner that used to be? Not the new-fangled Knightsbridge Hyde Park Corner, but the old one. I sent one of my clerks up there a few days ago to present a bill, and when be returned I declare he was a complete pillar of mud. He tells me that you have “ improved” the fine hard old road until it has become a complete slough. You talk very contemptuously of my part of the town, as if it were a dirty, filthy place; but I pray you to look nearer home--mend your own ways, before you complain of mine.
As to the buildings you are erecting at Hyde Park Corner, in good truth the world cries out against them and you. On one side I am told there is a sort of screen---an entrance---of which a good view cannot any where be obtained, and on the other a huge, ponderous pile of building, as ivapplicable for the purpose it is intended to answer as any thing can well be. Truly ! truly! you are a silly fellow. What you are going to do with the Hospital, and the buildings thereabouts, I know not. Mr. Liston, who came prying into the Bank a few days ago, informs me you have turned him out of his house ; at first I could not believe it---knowing him as I do to be a man who deals in jokes ; but his account has since been corroborated by some of his neighbours, who say that they have also been obliged to remove.
But what displeases me more than any thing, is a rumour that you intend to convert the house built for the late Duke of York into a gallery for pictures, and that amongst other shows the Exhibition is to be held there. Now really this is too bad, and I must say that I shall be quite offended if any thing of the sort is put into execution. What! Am I not to be permitted to view the Exhibition unless I choose to travel to any corner you may select to place it in ? Besides, what security have s that you may not, if the present rage for Western emigration should continue, select in a short time some spot in your new settlement in the Five Fields ? And then how do you thipk I should ever be able to visit it? I tell you what, unless it is allowed to continue at Somerset House, I shall do as the Scots would have done if the Minister had persisted in his attempt to withdraw their Bank paper from circulation, and substitute gold---I'll shut up Temple Bar, and rebel, and so I shall instruct my sons, Thompson, Ward, Wood, and Waithman, to declare to Parliament as soon as it meets. The consequences of so dreadful'a catastrophe will of course be all attributable to your indiscretion ; and therefore I advise you to reflect, if you can reflect, before you decide upon an act calculated to produce effects so tremendous. Sealed with the City Seal, the twenty-eighth day of April, 1827: