The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 20, June, 1859 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 300 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 20, June, 1859.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 20, June, 1859 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 300 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 20, June, 1859.
by a more ingenious artifice than is used in this scene.  The spectator is fore-possessed with Timon’s character, and (in the outline the Poet is proceeding to give) with a suspicion that he is going to see him ruined in the course of the piece; and this is accomplished in the description of a panegyric, incidentally, briefly, picturesquely, artfully, with an art that tutors Nature, and which so well conceals itself that it can scarcely be perceived except in this our microscopic analysis.  Here also we have Apemantus introduced beforehand.  And with all this, the Painter and Poet speak minutely and broadly in character; the one sees scenes, the other plans an action (which is just what his own creator had done) and talks in poetic language.  It is no more than the text warrants to remark that the next observation, primarily intended to break the poet’s speech, was also intended to be the natural thought and words of a

  Painter.  I saw them speak together.

Poet.  Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feigned Fortune to be throned:  the base of the mount Is ranked with all deserts, all kinds of natures That labor on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states; amongst them all, Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed, One do I personate of Lord Timon’s frame, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals.
Painter.  ’Tis conceived to scope.  This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckoned from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well expressed In our condition.

  Poet.  Nay, Sir, but hear me on.

The artifice is to secure the attention of the spectator.  The interruptions give naturalness and force to the narrative; and the questions and entreaties, though addressed to each other by the personages on the stage, have their effect in the front.  The same artifice is employed in the most obvious manner where Prospero (Tempest, Act i.  Sc. 2) narrates his and her previous history to Miranda.  The Poet continues:—­

  All those which were his fellows but of late
  (Some better than his value) on the moment
  Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
  Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
  Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
  Drink the free air.

  Painter.  Ay, marry, what of these?

The Poet has half deserted his figure, and is losing himself in a new description, from which the Painter impatiently recalls him.  The text is so artificially natural that it will bear the nicest natural construction.

  Poet.  When Fortune, in her shift and
  change of mood,
  Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants,
  Which labored after him to the mountain’s
      top,
  Even on their knees and hands, let him slip
      down,
  Not one accompanying his declining foot.

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