The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 15, January, 1859 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 342 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 15, January, 1859.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 15, January, 1859 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 342 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 15, January, 1859.

“After all,” she said to herself, “there are three years,—­three years in which there will be no letters, or perhaps only one or two,—­and a great deal may be done in three years, if one is wise";—­and she felt within herself an arousing of all the shrewd womanly and motherly tact of her nature to meet this new emergency.

[To be continued.]

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WHITE’S SHAKSPEARE[1]

(FIRST NOTICE.)

It may be doubted whether any language be rich enough to maintain more than one truly great poet,—­and whether there be more than one period, and that very short, in the life of a language, when such a phenomenon as a great poet is possible.  It may be reckoned one of the rarest pieces of good-luck that ever fell to the share of a race, that (as was true of Shakspeare) its most rhythmic genius, its acutest intellect, its profoundest imagination, and its healthiest understanding should have been combined in one man, and that he should have arrived at the full development of his powers at the moment when the material in which he was to work—­that wonderful composite called English, the best result of the confusion of tongues—­was in its freshest perfection.  The English-speaking nations should build a monument to the misguided enthusiasts of the Plain of Shinar; for, as the mixture of many bloods seems to have made them the most vigorous of modern races, so has the mingling of divers speeches given them a language which is perhaps the noblest vehicle of poetic thought that ever existed.

Had Shakspeare been born fifty years earlier, he would have been cramped by a book-language, not yet flexible enough for the demands of rhythmic emotion, not yet sufficiently popularized for the natural and familiar expression of supreme thought, not yet so rich in metaphysical phrase as to render possible that ideal representation of the great passions which is the aim and end of Art, not yet subdued by practice and general consent to a definiteness of accentuation essential to ease and congruity of metrical arrangement.  Had he been born fifty years later, his ripened manhood would have found itself in an England absorbed and angry with the solution of political and religious problems, from which his whole nature was averse, instead of in that Elizabethan social system, ordered and planetary in its functions and degrees as the angelic hierarchy of the Areopagite, where his contemplative eye could crowd itself with various and brilliant pictures, and whence his impartial brain—­one lobe of which seems to have been Normanly refined and the other Saxonly sagacious—­could draw its morals of courtly and worldly wisdom, its lessons of prudence and magnanimity.  In estimating Shakspeare, it should never be forgotten, that, like Goethe, he was essentially observer and artist, and incapable of partisanship.  The passions, actions, sentiments, whose character and results he delighted to watch

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