Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,Godlike erect, with native honour clad,In naked majesty, seem’d lords of all.Paradise Lost, book 4.
Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,Godlike erect, with native honour clad,In naked majesty, seem’d lords of all.Paradise Lost, book 4.
Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,Godlike erect, with native honour clad,In naked majesty, seem’d lords of all.Paradise Lost, book 4.
Grief, on the other hand, as well as respect, which depress the mind, cannot for that reason be expressed more significantly than by a similar depression of the body. Hence,to be cast down, is a common phrase, signifying to be grieved or dispirited.
One would not imagine, who has not given peculiar attention, that the body is susceptible of such a variety of attitude and motion, as readily to accompany every different emotion with a corresponding gesture. Humility, for example, is expressed naturally by hanging the head; arrogance, by its elevation; and langour or despondence, by reclining it to one side. The expressions of the hands are manifold. By different attitudes and motions, the hands express desire, hope, fear: they assist us in promising, in inviting, in keeping one at a distance: they are made instruments of threatening, of supplication, of praise, and ofhorror: they are employ’d in approving, in refusing, in questioning; in showing our joy, our sorrow, our doubts, our regret, our admiration. These gestures, so obedient to passion, are extremely difficult to be imitated in a calm state. The ancients, sensible of the advantage as well as difficulty of having these expressions at command, bestowed much time and care, in collecting them from observation, and in digesting them into a practical art, which was taught in their schools as an important branch of education.
The foregoing signs, though in a strict sense voluntary, cannot however be restrained but with the utmost difficulty when they are prompted by passion. Of this we scarce need a stronger proof, than the gestures of a keen player at bowls. Observe only how he wreaths his body, in order to restore a stray bowl to the right track. It is one article of good breeding, to suppress, as much as possible, these external signs of passion, that we may not in company appear too warm or too interested. The same observation holds in speech. Apassion, it is true, when in extreme, is silent[37]; but when less violent, it must be vented in words, which have a peculiar force, not to be equalled in a sedate composition. The ease and trust we have in a confident, encourages us no doubt to talk of ourselves and of our feelings. But the cause is more general; for it operates when we are alone as well as in company. Passion is the cause; for in many instances it is no slight gratification to vent a passion externally by words as well as by gestures. Some passions, when at a certain height, impel us so strongly to vent them in words, that we speak with an audible voice even where there is none to listen. It is this circumstance in passion, that justifies soliloquies; and it is this circumstance that proves them to be natural[38]. The mindsometimes favours this impulse of passion, by bestowing a temporary sensibility upon any object at hand, in order to make it a confident. Thus in theWinter’s Tale[39], Antigonus addresses himself to an infant whom he was ordered to expose:
Come, poor babe,I have heard, but not believ’d, the spirits of the deadMay walk again: if such thing be, thy motherAppear’d to me last night; for ne’er was dreamSo like a waking.
Come, poor babe,I have heard, but not believ’d, the spirits of the deadMay walk again: if such thing be, thy motherAppear’d to me last night; for ne’er was dreamSo like a waking.
Come, poor babe,I have heard, but not believ’d, the spirits of the deadMay walk again: if such thing be, thy motherAppear’d to me last night; for ne’er was dreamSo like a waking.
The involuntary signs, which are all of them natural, are either peculiar to one passion or common to many. Every violent passion hath an external expression peculiar to itself, not excepting pleasant passions: witness admiration and mirth. The pleasant emotions that are less vivid, have one common expression; from which we may gather the strength of the emotion, but scarce the kind: we perceive a chearful or contented look; and we can make no more of it. Painful passions, being all of them violent, are distinguishable from each other by their external expressions. Thus fear, shame, anger, anxiety, dejection, despair, have each of them peculiar expressions; which are apprehended without the least confusion. Some of these passions produce violent effects upon the body, such as trembling, starting, and swooning. But these effects, depending in a good measure upon singularity of constitution, are not uniform in all men.
The involuntary signs, such of them as are display’d upon the countenance, are of two kinds. Some make their appearanceoccasionally with the emotions that produce them, and vanish with the emotions: others are formed gradually by some violent passion often recurring; and, becoming permanent signs of this prevailing passion, serve to denote the disposition or temper. The face of an infant indicates no particular disposition, because it cannot be marked with any character to which time is necessary. And even the temporary signs are extremely aukward, being the first rude essays of Nature to discover internal feelings. Thus the shrieking of a new-born infant, without tears or sobbings, is plainly an attempt to weep. Some of the temporary signs, as smiling and frowning, cannot be observed for some months after birth. The permanent signs, formed in youth while the body is soft and flexible, are preserved entire by the firmness and solidity which the body acquires; and are never obliterated even by a change of temper. Permanent signs are not produced after a certain age when the fibres become rigid; some violent cases excepted, such as reiterated fits of the gout or stone through a course oftime. But these signs are not so obstinate as what are produced in youth; for when the cause is removed, they gradually wear away, and at last vanish.
The natural signs of emotions, voluntary and involuntary, being nearly the same in all men, form an universal language, which no distance of place, no difference of tribe, no diversity of tongue, can darken or render doubtful. Education, though of mighty influence, hath not power to vary or sophisticate, far less to destroy, their signification. This is a wise appointment of Providence. For if these signs were, like words, arbitrary and variable, it would be an intricate science to decipher the actions and motives of our own species, which would prove a great or rather invincible obstruction to the formation of societies. But as matters are ordered, the external appearances of joy, grief, anger, fear, shame, and of the other passions, forming an universal language, open a direct avenue to the heart. As the arbitrary signs vary in every country, there could be no communication of thoughts among different nations, were it not for thenatural signs in which all agree. Words are sufficient for the communication of science, and of all mental conceptions: but the discovering passions instantly as they arise, being essential to our well-being and often necessary for self-preservation, the author of our nature, attentive to our wants, hath provided a passage to the heart, which never can be obstructed while our external senses remain entire.
In an inquiry concerning the external signs of passion, actions ought not altogether to be overlooked: for though singly they afford no clear light, they are upon the whole the best interpreters of the heart[40]. By observing a man’s conduct for a course of time, we discover unerringly the various passions that move him to action, what he loves and what he hates. In our younger years, every single action is a mark not at all ambiguous of the temper; for in childhood there is little or no disguise. The subject becomes more intricate in advanced age; but even there, dissimulation is seldom carried on for any length of time. And thus the conduct of life is the most perfect expression of the internal disposition. It merits not indeed the title of an universal language; because it is not thoroughly understood but by those who either have a penetrating genius or extensive observation. It is a language, however, which every one can decipher in some measure; and which, joined with the other external signs, affords sufficient means for the direction of our conduct with regard to others. If we commit any mistake when such light is afforded, it never can be the effect of unavoidable ignorance, but of rashness or inadvertence.
In reflecting upon the various expressions of our emotions, voluntary and involuntary,we must recognise the anxious care of Nature to discover men to each other. Strong emotions, as above hinted, beget an impatience to express them externally by speech and other voluntary signs, which cannot be suppressed without a painful effort. Thus a sudden fit of passion is a common excuse for indecent behaviour or harsh words. As to the involuntary signs, these are altogether unavoidable. No volition or effort can prevent the shaking of the limbs or a pale visage, when one is agitated with a violent fit of terror. The blood flies to the face upon a sudden emotion of shame, in spite of all opposition:
Vergogna, che’n altrui stampo natura,Non si puo’ rinegar: che se tu’ tentiDi cacciarla dal cor, fugge nel volto.Pastor Fido, act 2. sc. 5.
Vergogna, che’n altrui stampo natura,Non si puo’ rinegar: che se tu’ tentiDi cacciarla dal cor, fugge nel volto.Pastor Fido, act 2. sc. 5.
Vergogna, che’n altrui stampo natura,Non si puo’ rinegar: che se tu’ tentiDi cacciarla dal cor, fugge nel volto.Pastor Fido, act 2. sc. 5.
Emotions indeed properly so called, which are quiescent, produce no remarkable signs externally; nor is it necessary that the more deliberate passions should, because the operation of such passions is neither sudden nor violent. These however remain not altogether in the dark. Being more frequent than violent passion, the bulk of our actions are directed by them. Actions therefore display, with sufficient evidence, the more deliberate passions, and complete the admirable system of external signs, by which we become skilful in human nature.
Next in order comes an article of great importance, which is, to examine the effects produced upon a spectator by external signs of passion. None of these signs are beheld with indifference: they are productive of various emotions tending all of them to ends wise and good. This curious article makes a capital branch of human nature. It is peculiarly useful to writers who deal in the pathetic; and with respect to history-painters, it is altogether indispensable.
When we enter upon this article, we gather from experience, that each passion, or class of passions, hath its peculiar signs; and that these invariably make certain impressions on a spectator. The external signs of joy, for example, produce a chearful emotion, the external signs of grief produce pity, and the external signs of rage produce asort of terror even in those who are not aimed at.
Secondly, it is natural to think, that pleasant passions should express themselves externally by signs that appear agreeable, and painful passions by signs that appear disagreeable. This conjecture, which Nature suggests, is confirmed by experience. Pride seems to be an exception; its external signs being disagreeable, though it be commonly reckoned a pleasant passion. But pride is not an exception; for in reality it is a mixed passion, partly pleasant partly painful. When a proud man confines his thoughts to himself, and to his own dignity or importance, the passion is pleasant, and its external signs agreeable: but as pride chiefly consists in undervaluing or contemning others, it is so far painful, and its external signs disagreeable.
Thirdly, it is laid down above, that an agreeable object produceth always a pleasant emotion, and a disagreeable object one that is painful[41]. According to this law, theexternal signs of a pleasant passion, being agreeable, must produce in the spectator a pleasant emotion; and the external signs of a painful passion, being disagreeable, must produce in him a painful emotion.
Fourthly, in the present chapter it is observed, that pleasant passions are, for the most part, expressed externally in one uniform manner; and that only the painful passions are distinguishable from each other by their external expressions. In the emotions accordingly raised by external signs of pleasant passions, there is little variety. They are pleasant or chearful, and we have not words to reach a more particular description. But the external signs of painful passions produce in the spectator emotions of different kinds: the emotions, for example, raised by external signs of grief, of remorse, of anger, of envy, of malice, are clearly distinguishable from each other.
Fifthly, emotions raised by the external signs of painful passions, are some of themattractive, somerepulsive. Every painfulpassion that is also disagreeable[42], raises by its external signs a repulsive emotion, repelling the spectator from the object. Thus the emotions raised by external signs of envy and rage, are repulsive. But this is not the case of painful passions that are agreeable. Their external signs, it is true, are disagreeable, and raise in the spectator a painful emotion. But this painful emotion is not repulsive. On the contrary, it is attractive; and produceth in the spectator good-will to the man who is moved by the passion, and a desire to relieve or comfort him. This cannot be better exemplified than by distress painted on the countenance, which instantaneously inspires the spectator with pity, and impels him to afford relief. The cause of this difference among the painful emotions raised by external signs of passion, may be readily gathered from what is laid down chapter Emotions and passions, part 7.
It is now time to look back to the question proposed in the beginning, How we come to understand external signs, so asreadily to ascribe each sign to its proper passion? We have seen that this branch of knowledge, cannot be derived originally from sight, nor from experience. Is it then implanted in us by nature? The following considerations will help us to answer this question in the affirmative. In the first place, the external signs of passion must be natural; for they are invariably the same in every country, and among the different tribes of men. Pride, for example, is always expressed by an erect posture, reverence by prostration, and sorrow by a dejected look. Secondly, we are not even indebted to experience for the knowledge that these expressions are natural and universal. We are so framed as to have an innate conviction of the fact. Let a man change his habitation to the other side of the globe; he will, from the accustomed signs, infer the passion of fear among his new neighbours, with as little hesitation as he did at home. And upon second thoughts, the question may be answered without any preliminaries. If the branch of knowledge we have been inquiring about benot derived from sight nor from experience, there is no remaining source from whence it can be derived but from nature.
We may then venture to pronounce, with some degree of confidence, that man is provided by nature with a sense or faculty which lays open to him every passion by means of its external expressions. And I imagine that we cannot entertain any reasonable doubt of this fact, when we reflect, that even infants are not ignorant of the meaning of external signs. An infant is remarkably affected with the passions of its nurse expressed on her countenance: a smile chears it, and a frown makes it afraid. Fear thus generated in the infant, must, like every other passion, have an object. What is the object of this passion? Surely not the frown considered abstractly, for a child never abstracts. The nurse who frowns is evidently the object. Fear, at the same time, cannot arise but from apprehending danger. But what danger can a child apprehend, if it be not sensible that the person who frowns is angry? We must therefore admit, that a child can read angerin its nurse’s face; and it must be sensible of this intuitively, for it has no other means of knowledge. I have no occasion to affirm, that these particulars are clearly apprehended by the child. To produce clear and distinct perceptions, reflection and experience are requisite. But that even an infant, when afraid, must have some notion of its being in danger, is extremely evident.
That we should be conscious intuitively of a passion from its external expressions, is conformable to the analogy of nature. The knowledge of this language is of too great importance to be left upon experience. To rest it upon a foundation so uncertain and precarious, would prove a great obstacle to the formation of societies. Wisely therefore is it ordered, and agreeably to the system of Providence, that we should have Nature for our instructor.
Manifold and admirable are the purposes to which the external signs of passion are made subservient by the author of our nature. What are occasionally mentionedabove, make but a part. Several final causes remain to be unfolded; and to this task I apply myself with alacrity. In the first place, the signs of internal agitation that are displayed externally to every spectator, tend to fix the signification of many terms. The only effectual means to ascertain the meaning of any doubtful word, is an appeal to the thing it represents. Hence the ambiguity of words expressive of things that are not objects of external sense; for in that case an appeal is denied. Passion, strictly speaking, is not an object of external sense: but its external signs are; and by means of these signs, passions may be appealed to, with tolerable accuracy. Thus the words that denote our passions, next to those that denote external objects, have the most distinct meaning. Words signifying internal action and the more delicate feelings, are less distinct. This defect with respect to internal action, is what chiefly occasions the intricacy of logic. The terms of that science are far from being sufficiently ascertained, even after the care and labour bestowed by an eminent writer[43]: to whom however the world is greatly indebted, for removing a mountain of rubbish, and moulding the subject into a rational and correct form. The same defect is remarkable in criticism, which has for its object the more delicate feelings. The terms that denote these feelings, are not more distinct than those of logic. To reduce this science of criticism to any regular form, has never once been attempted. However rich the ore may be, no critical chymist has been found to give us a regular analysis of its constituent parts, and to distinguish each by its own name.
In the second place, society among individuals is greatly promoted by this universal language. The distance and reserve that strangers naturally discover, show its utility. Looks and gestures give direct access to the heart; and lead us to select with tolerable accuracy the persons who may be trusted. It is surprising how quickly, andfor the most part how correctly, we judge of character from external appearances.
Thirdly, after social intercourse is commenced, these external signs contribute above all other means to the strictest union, by diffusing through a whole assembly the feelings of each individual. Language no doubt is the most comprehensive vehicle for communicating emotions: but in expedition, as well as in the power of conviction, it falls short of the signs under consideration; the involuntary signs especially, which are incapable of deceit. Where the countenance, the tones, the gestures, the actions, join with the words, in communicating emotions, these united have a force irresistible. Thus all the agreeable emotions of the human heart, with all the social and virtuous affections, are, by means of these external signs, not only perceived but felt. By this admirable contrivance, social intercourse becomes that lively and animating amusement, without which life would at best be insipid. One joyful countenance spreads chearfulness instantaneously through a multitude of spectators.
Fourthly, dissocial passions being hurtful by prompting violence and mischief, are noted by the most conspicuous external signs, in order to put us upon our guard. Thus anger and revenge, especially when suddenly provoked, display themselves on the countenance in legible characters[44]. The external signs again of every passion that threatens danger, raise in us the passion of fear. Nor is this passion occasioned by consciousness of danger, though it may be inflamed by such consciousness. It is an instinctive passion, which operating without reason or reflection, moves us by a sudden impulse to avoid the impending danger[45].
In the fifth place, these external signs are made subservient in a curious manner to the cause of virtue. The external signs of a painful passion that is virtuous or innocent, and consequently agreeable, produce indeed a painful emotion. But this emotion is attractive, and connects the spectator with the person who suffers. Disagreeable passions only, are productive of repulsive emotions involving the spectator’s aversion, and frequently his indignation. This artful contrivance makes us cling to the virtuous and abhor the wicked.
Sixthly, of all the external signs of passion, those of affliction or distress are the most illustrious with respect to a final cause; and deservedly merit a place of distinction. They are illustrious by the singularity of their contrivance; and they are still more illustrious by the sympathy they inspire, a passion towhich human society is indebted for its greatest blessing, that of securing relief in all cases of distress. A subject so interesting, ought to be examined with leisure and attention. The conformity of the nature of man to his external circumstances, is in every particular wonderful. His nature makes him prone to society; and his situation makes it necessary for him. In a solitary state he is the most helpless of beings; destitute of support, and in his manifold distresses destitute of relief. Mutual support, the shining attribute of society, being essential to the well-being of man, is not left upon reason, but is inforced even instinctively by the passion of sympathy. Here sympathy makes a capital figure; and contributes, more than any other means, to make life easy and comfortable. But however essential sympathy be to comfortable existence, one thinking of it beforehand, would find difficulty in conjecturing how it could be raised by external signs of distress. For considering the analogy of nature, if these signs be agreeable, they must give birth to a pleasant emotion leading every beholder to bepleased with human misfortunes. If they be disagreeable, as they undoubtedly are, ought not the painful emotion they produce to repel the spectator from them, in order to be relieved from pain? Such would be the conjecture, in thinking of this matter beforehand; and such would be the effect, were man purely a selfish being. But the benevolence of our nature gives a very different direction to the painful passion of sympathy, and to the desire involved in it. Far from flying from distress, we fly to it in order to afford relief; and our sympathy cannot be otherwise gratified than by giving all the succour in our power[46]. Thus external signs of distress, though disagreeable, are attractive; and the sympathy they inspire us with is a powerful cause, impelling us to afford relief even to a stranger as if he were our friend or blood-relation.
This branch of human nature concerning the external signs of passion, is so finely adjusted to answer its end, that those who understand it the best will admire it themost. These external signs, being all of them resolvable into colour, figure, and motion, should not naturally make any deep impression on a spectator. And supposing them qualified for making deep impressions, we have seen above, that the effects they produce are not what would be expected. We cannot therefore account otherwise for the operation of these external signs, than by ascribing it to the original constitution of human nature. To improve the social state, by making us instinctively rejoice with the glad of heart, weep with the mourner, and shun those who threaten danger, is a contrivance illustrious for its wisdom as well as benevolence. With respect to the external signs of distress in particular, to judge of the excellency of their contrivance, we need only reflect upon several other means seemingly more natural, that would not have answered the end proposed. I am attracted by this amusing speculation, and will not ask pardon for indulging in it. We shall in the first place reverse the truth, by putting the case that the external signs of joy were disagreeable, and the external signs of distressagreeable. This is no whimsical supposition; for these external signs, so far as can be gathered from their nature, seem indifferent to the production of pleasure or pain. Admitting then the supposition, the question is, How would our sympathy operate? There is no occasion to deliberate for an answer. Sympathy, upon that supposition, would be not less destructive, than according to the real case it is beneficial. We should be incited, to cross the happiness of others if its external signs were disagreeable to us, and to augment their distress if its external signs were agreeable. I make a second supposition, That the external signs of distress were indifferent to us, and productive neither of pleasure nor pain. This would annihilate the strongest branch of sympathy, that which is raised by means of sight. And it is evident, that reflective sympathy, felt by those only who have more than an ordinary share of sensibility, would be far from being sufficient to fulfil the ends of the social state. I shall approach nearer truth in a third supposition, That the external signs of distress being disagreeable, wereproductive of a painful repulsive emotion. Sympathy upon this supposition would not be annihilated; but it would be rendered useless. For it would be gratified by flying from or avoiding the object, instead of clinging to it, and affording relief. The condition of man would in reality be worse than if sympathy were totally eradicated; because sympathy would only serve to plague those who feel it, without producing any good to the afflicted.
Loath to quit so interesting a subject, I add a reflection, with which I shall conclude. The external signs of passion are a strong indication, that man, by his very constitution, is framed to be open and sincere. A child, in all things obedient to the impulses of nature, hides none of its emotions: the savage and clown, who have no guide other than pure nature, expose their hearts to view by giving way to all the natural signs: and even when men learn to dissemble their sentiments, and when behaviour degenerates into art, there still remain checks, which keep dissimulation within bounds, and prevent a great part of its mischievous effects.The total suppression of the voluntary signs during any vivid passion, begets the utmost uneasiness, which cannot be endured for any considerable time. This operation becomes indeed less painful by habit: but luckily the involuntary signs, cannot by any effort be suppressed or even dissembled. An absolute hypocrisy, by which the character is concealed and a fictitious one assumed, is made impracticable; and nature has thereby prevented much harm to society. We may pronounce therefore, that nature, herself sincere and candid, intends that mankind should preserve the same character, by cultivating simplicity and truth, and banishing every sort of dissimulation that tends to mischief.
SENTIMENTS.
EVerythought suggested by a passion or emotion, is termeda sentiment[47].
The knowledge of the sentiments peculiar to each passion considered abstractly, will not alone enable an artist to make a just representation of nature. He ought, over and above, to be acquainted with the various appearances of the same passion in different persons. Passions, it is certain, receive a tincture from every peculiarity of character; and for that reason, it rarely happens that any two persons vent their passions precisely in the same manner. Hence the following rule concerning dramatic and epic compositions, That a passion be adjusted to the character, the sentiments to the passion, and the language to the sentiments.If nature be not faithfully copied in each of these, a defect in execution is perceived. There may appear some resemblance; but the picture upon the whole will be insipid, through want of grace and delicacy. A painter, in order to represent the various attitudes of the body, ought to be intimately acquainted with muscular motion: not less intimately acquainted with emotions and characters ought a writer to be, in order to represent the various attitudes of the mind. A general notion of the passions, in their grosser differences of strong and weak, elevated and humble, severe and gay, is far from being sufficient. Pictures formed so superficially, have little resemblance, and no expression. And yet it will appear by and by, that in many instances our reputed masters are deficient even in this superficial knowledge.
In handling the present subject, it would be endless to trace even the ordinary passions through their nicer and more minute differences. Mine shall be an humbler task; which is, to select from the best writers instances of faulty sentiments, after paving the way by some general observations.
To talk in the language of music, each passion hath a certain tone, to which every sentiment proceeding from it ought to be tuned with the greatest accuracy. This is no easy work, especially where such harmony is to be supported during the course of a long theatrical representation. In order to reach such delicacy of execution, it is necessary that a writer assume the precise character and passion of the personage represented. This requires an uncommon genius. But it is the only difficulty; for the writer, who, forgetting himself, can thus personate another, so as to feel truly and distinctly the various agitations of the passion, need be in no pain about the sentiments: these will flow without the least study, or even preconception; and will frequently be as delightfully new to himself as afterward to his reader. But if a lively picture even of a single emotion require an effort of genius; how much greater must the effort be, to compose a passionate dialogue, in which there are as many different tones of passion as there are speakers? With whatductility of feeling ought a writer to be endued who aims at perfection in such a work; when, to execute it correctly, it is necessary to assume different and even opposite characters and passions, in the quickest succession? And yet this work, difficult as it is, yields to that of composing a dialogue in genteel comedy devoid of passion; where the sentiments must be tuned to the nicer and more delicate tones of different characters. That the latter is the more difficult task, appears from considering, that a character is greatly more complex than a passion, and that passions are more distinguishable from each other than characters are. Many writers accordingly who have no genius for characters, make a shift to represent, tolerably well, an ordinary passion in its plain movements. But of all works of this kind, what is truly the most difficult, is a characteristical dialogue upon any philosophical subject. To interweave characters with reasoning, by adapting to the peculiar character of each speaker a peculiarity not only of thought but of expression, requires the perfection of genius, taste, and judgement.
How hard dialogue-writing is, will be evident, even without reasoning, from the imperfect compositions of this kind found without number in all languages. The art of mimicking any singularity in voice or gesture, is a rare talent, though directed by sight and hearing, the acutest and most lively of our external senses: how much more rare must the talent be of imitating characters and internal emotions, tracing all their different tints, and representing them in a lively manner by natural sentiments properly expressed? The truth is, such execution is too delicate for an ordinary genius; and for that reason, the bulk of writers, instead of expressing a passion like one who is under its power, content themselves with describing it like a spectator. To awake passion by an internal effort merely, without any external cause, requires great sensibility; and yet this operation is necessary not less to the writer than to the actor; because none but they who actually feel a passion, can represent it to the life. The writer’s part is much more complicated: he must join composition with action; and, in the quickest succession, be able to adopt every different character introduced in his work. But a very humble flight of imagination, may serve to convert a writer into a spectator, so as to figure, in some obscure manner, an action as passing in his sight and hearing. In this figured situation, he is led naturally to describe as a spectator, and at second hand to entertain his readers with his own observations, with cool description and florid declamation; instead of making them eye-witnesses, as it were, to a real event, and to every movement of genuine passion[48]. Thus, in the bulk of plays, atiresome monotony prevails, a pompous declamatory style, without entering into different characters or passions.
This descriptive manner of expressing passion, has a very unhappy effect. Our sympathy is not raised by description: we must be lulled first into a dream of reality; and every thing must appear as actually present and passing in our sight[49]. Unhappy is the player of genius who acts a capital part in what may be termed adescriptive tragedy. After he has assumed the very passion that is to be represented, how must he be cramped in his action, when he is forced to utter, not the sentiments of the passion he feels, but a cold description in the language of a by-stander? It is this imperfection, I am persuaded, in the bulk of our plays, that confines our stage almost entirely to Shakespear, his many irregularities notwithstanding. In our latest English tragedies, we sometimes find sentiments tolerably well adapted to a plain passion. But it would be fruitless labour, tosearch in any of them for a sentiment expressive of character; and, upon that very account, all our modern performances of the dramatic kind, are intolerably insipid.
Looking back upon the foregoing observation, I am uncertain whether it will be sufficiently apprehended; for, upon this complicated subject, I find some difficulty to express myself with perspicuity. I despair not however to place this matter in the clearest light, by adding example to precept. In the front shall be set one or two examples of sentiments that appear the legitimate offspring of passion; and to them shall be opposed a few others that are descriptive only, and illegitimate. In making this comparison, I shall borrow my instances from Shakespear and Corneille, who for genius in dramatic composition stand uppermost in the rolls of fame.
Shakespear shall furnish the first instance, being of sentiments dictated by a violent and perturbed passion.
Lear.——————Filial ingratitude!Is it not, as if this mouth should tear this handFor lifting food to’t?—But I’ll punish home;No, I will weep no more.—— In such a night,To shut me out!—— Pour on, I will endure.In such a night as this! O Regan, Gonerill,Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all—O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;No more of that.——Kent.Good, my Lord, enter here.Lear.Pr’ythee, go in thy thyself, seek thine own ease,This tempest will not give me leave to ponderOn things would hurt me more—but I’ll go in;In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty——Nay, get thee in; I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep—Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm!How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend youFrom seasons such as these?—— O I have ta’enToo little care of this! take physic, Pomp;Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,That thou may’st shake the superflux to them,And show the heavens more just.King Lear. act 3. sc 5.
Lear.——————Filial ingratitude!Is it not, as if this mouth should tear this handFor lifting food to’t?—But I’ll punish home;No, I will weep no more.—— In such a night,To shut me out!—— Pour on, I will endure.In such a night as this! O Regan, Gonerill,Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all—O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;No more of that.——Kent.Good, my Lord, enter here.Lear.Pr’ythee, go in thy thyself, seek thine own ease,This tempest will not give me leave to ponderOn things would hurt me more—but I’ll go in;In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty——Nay, get thee in; I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep—Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm!How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend youFrom seasons such as these?—— O I have ta’enToo little care of this! take physic, Pomp;Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,That thou may’st shake the superflux to them,And show the heavens more just.King Lear. act 3. sc 5.
Lear.——————Filial ingratitude!Is it not, as if this mouth should tear this handFor lifting food to’t?—But I’ll punish home;No, I will weep no more.—— In such a night,To shut me out!—— Pour on, I will endure.In such a night as this! O Regan, Gonerill,Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all—O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;No more of that.——
Kent.Good, my Lord, enter here.
Lear.Pr’ythee, go in thy thyself, seek thine own ease,This tempest will not give me leave to ponderOn things would hurt me more—but I’ll go in;In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty——Nay, get thee in; I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep—Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm!How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend youFrom seasons such as these?—— O I have ta’enToo little care of this! take physic, Pomp;Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,That thou may’st shake the superflux to them,And show the heavens more just.King Lear. act 3. sc 5.
To illustrate the foregoing doctrine, one other instance of the same kind may suffice,expressing sentiments arising from remorse and despair.
Othello.Lo! I have a weapon:A better never did itself sustainUpon a soldier’s thigh. I’ve seen the day,That with this little arm, and this good sword,I’ve made my way through more impedimentsThan twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boast!Who can controul his fate? ’tis not so now.Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d;Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt,The very sea mark of my outmost sail.Do you go back dismay’d? ’tis a lost fear.Man but a rush against Othello’s breast,And he retires. Where should Othello go?Now—— how dost thou look now? Oh ill starr’d wench!Pale as thy smoke! when we shall meet at compt,This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav’n,And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl,Ev’n like thy chastity. O cursed slave!Whip me, ye devils,From the possession of this heav’nly sight;Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur,Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire——Oh, Desdemona! Desdemona! dead! dead! oh, oh!Othello, act 5. sc. 9.
Othello.Lo! I have a weapon:A better never did itself sustainUpon a soldier’s thigh. I’ve seen the day,That with this little arm, and this good sword,I’ve made my way through more impedimentsThan twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boast!Who can controul his fate? ’tis not so now.Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d;Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt,The very sea mark of my outmost sail.Do you go back dismay’d? ’tis a lost fear.Man but a rush against Othello’s breast,And he retires. Where should Othello go?Now—— how dost thou look now? Oh ill starr’d wench!Pale as thy smoke! when we shall meet at compt,This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav’n,And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl,Ev’n like thy chastity. O cursed slave!Whip me, ye devils,From the possession of this heav’nly sight;Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur,Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire——Oh, Desdemona! Desdemona! dead! dead! oh, oh!Othello, act 5. sc. 9.
Othello.Lo! I have a weapon:A better never did itself sustainUpon a soldier’s thigh. I’ve seen the day,That with this little arm, and this good sword,I’ve made my way through more impedimentsThan twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boast!Who can controul his fate? ’tis not so now.Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d;Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt,The very sea mark of my outmost sail.Do you go back dismay’d? ’tis a lost fear.Man but a rush against Othello’s breast,And he retires. Where should Othello go?Now—— how dost thou look now? Oh ill starr’d wench!Pale as thy smoke! when we shall meet at compt,This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav’n,And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl,Ev’n like thy chastity. O cursed slave!Whip me, ye devils,From the possession of this heav’nly sight;Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur,Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire——Oh, Desdemona! Desdemona! dead! dead! oh, oh!Othello, act 5. sc. 9.
The sentiments here display’d flow so naturally from the passions represented, and are such genuine expressions of these passions, that it is not possible to conceive any imitation more perfect.
With regard to the French author, truth obliges me to acknowledge, that he describes in the style of a spectator, instead of expressing passion like one who feels it; and also that he is thereby betray’d into the other faults above mentioned, a tiresome monotony, and a pompous declamatory style[50]. It is scarce necessary to produce particular instances; for he never varies from this tone. I shall however take two passages at a venture, in order to beconfronted with those transcribed above. In the tragedy ofCinna, Æmilia, after the conspiracy was discovered, having nothing in view but racks and death to herself and her lover, receives a pardon from Augustus, attended with the brightest circumstances of magnanimity and tenderness. This is a happy situation for representing the passions of surprise and gratitude in their different stages. These passions, raised at once to the utmost pitch, are at first too big for utterance; and Æmilia’s feelings must, for some moments, have been expressed by violent gestures only. So soon as there is a vent for words, thefirst expressions are naturally broken and interrupted. At last we ought to expect a tide of intermingled sentiments, occasioned by the fluctuation of the mind betwixt the two passions. Æmilia is made to behave in a very different manner. With extreme coolness she describes her own situation, as if she were merely a spectator; or rather the poet takes the task off her hands.
Et je me rens, Seigneur, à ces hautes bontés,Je recouvre la vûe auprés de leurs clartés,Je connois mon forfait qui me sembloit justice,Et ce que n’avoit pû la terreur du supplice,Je sens naitre en mon ame un repentir puissant;Et mon cœur en secret me dit, qu’il y consent.Le ciel a résolu votre grandeur suprême,Et pour preuve, Seigneur, je n’en veux que moi-même;J’ose avec vanité me donner cet éclat,Puisqu’il change mon cœur, qu’il veut changer l’état.Ma haine va mourir que j’ai crue immortelle,Elle est morte, et ce cœur devient sujet fidéle,Et prenant désormais cette haine en horreur,L’ardeur de vous servir succede à sa fureur.Act 5. sc. 3.
Et je me rens, Seigneur, à ces hautes bontés,Je recouvre la vûe auprés de leurs clartés,Je connois mon forfait qui me sembloit justice,Et ce que n’avoit pû la terreur du supplice,Je sens naitre en mon ame un repentir puissant;Et mon cœur en secret me dit, qu’il y consent.Le ciel a résolu votre grandeur suprême,Et pour preuve, Seigneur, je n’en veux que moi-même;J’ose avec vanité me donner cet éclat,Puisqu’il change mon cœur, qu’il veut changer l’état.Ma haine va mourir que j’ai crue immortelle,Elle est morte, et ce cœur devient sujet fidéle,Et prenant désormais cette haine en horreur,L’ardeur de vous servir succede à sa fureur.Act 5. sc. 3.
Et je me rens, Seigneur, à ces hautes bontés,Je recouvre la vûe auprés de leurs clartés,Je connois mon forfait qui me sembloit justice,Et ce que n’avoit pû la terreur du supplice,Je sens naitre en mon ame un repentir puissant;Et mon cœur en secret me dit, qu’il y consent.Le ciel a résolu votre grandeur suprême,Et pour preuve, Seigneur, je n’en veux que moi-même;J’ose avec vanité me donner cet éclat,Puisqu’il change mon cœur, qu’il veut changer l’état.Ma haine va mourir que j’ai crue immortelle,Elle est morte, et ce cœur devient sujet fidéle,Et prenant désormais cette haine en horreur,L’ardeur de vous servir succede à sa fureur.Act 5. sc. 3.
In the tragedy ofSertorius, the Queen, surprised with the news that her lover was assassinated, instead of venting any passion, degenerates into a cool spectator, even so much as to instruct the by-standers how a queen ought to behave on such an occasion.