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wise. The promptings of a. pure very fortunately-andOrlando stands heart are as the intuitions of a clear in- before her at the very nick of time. tellect; and in the bosom and brow of She had just been saying, you know, Rosalind emotion and thought come “Let me see; what think you of and go together with a sweet serious falling in love?" We know Orlandosmile. Celia cautions her coz on he has told us that “the spirit of my the affair of love, because her coz father grows strong within me," and had chosen very abruptly to intro we feel already that the youngest duce the subject-a very singular son of Sir Rowland de Bois may be one, it must be confessed, for retired no unworthy lover of the sole daughtalk between two young girls. Not ter of the Duke. Ought she to have that she thought her coz stood in remained to see the wrestling-after need of advice or warning-oh! not having been told by Le Beau that she indeed-for they had slept to Charles had thrown the three sons gether from childhood, and Celia of the old man, and left them lying knew that they were both pure alike on the ground with broken ribs and as two dewdrops quivering on one little hope of life? leaf. Rosalind thinks it not worth her while to make any remark on

« Touchstone. But what is the sport,

Monsieur, that the ladies have lost ? the pretty preacher's homily-but starts away, like a self-willed bird

Le Beau. Why this that I speak of. from one bush to another, a gold.

Touchstone. Thus men grow wiser finch choosing a sunnier “ spot of

every day! It is the first time that ever

I heard breaking of ribs was sport for greenery,” for a livelier song. Her ladies!" fine thoughts breathe themselves into lovely language. Celia calls On hearing of the rib-breaking, rich Fortune “the good housewife;" Rosalind only said, “ alas !” Probabut Rosalind still better, “the bly she would not have gone to see bountiful blind woman.” She cor- the wrestling, for she asks Celia's rects coz too, like a sound philoso. advice; but Celia replies, “ Yonder, pher as she is, in that false doctrine sure, they are coming; let us now stay confusing the offices of Fortune and and see it.” And there is Orlando. Nature. Rosalind gently rates For- “Is yonder the man?”'asks Rosalind; tune, with whom she has cause of and would you have had her to leave quarrel, but with Nature none; she him, who," alas! is too young, but knows and feels in her youth, beauty, looks successfully,” in the hold of and virtue, that Nature has been the Duke's wrestler, without sending kind to her; and she vindicates her strength to all his sinews from the against the charge of having any thing sympathy shining in her troubled to do with the “ housewife and her eyes? As for the vulgarity of wreswheel.” Fortune did not give her tling, 'tis a pretty pastime; and then that face, which was to rule Fortune. Orlando could do nothing vulgar. “ The bountiful blind woman” had Both ladies beseech him to give up nought to do in these “ lineaments this attempt-but bis noble sentiof Nature.” These were the traces ments inspire silence; they but wish of a diviner touch-and now, even in their little strengths were his--and her sadness, her own beauty glad.

during the tussle Rose ejaculates, dens her with gratitude slightly co “Oh! excellent young man !" She loured with unconscious pride. saw Orlando had him ; and 'twas a

While Rosalind is thus « shewing fair back-fall, more mirth than she is mistress of," " Dead shepherd! now I find thy saw of opportunely enter, for her amusement, Touchstone, "a natural sent by

might ;

He never loved that loved not at first nature for their whetstone,” and Le

sight." Beau, “with his mouth full of news.” The ladies laugh with the profession. So said Kit Marlow, whom Will al fool, for he is truly entertaining Shakspeare hath by one line graci. at all times—and they laugh at the ously made immortal And well amateur fool--aye, they banter Le loveth the Swan of swans to sing of Beau till he cries, “You amaze me, love at first sight; therefore must it ladies !”

be pleasing to the eyes of Nature, and The wrestling-scene is introduced agreeable to her holy laws.

Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland help saying it; but she intended not as his soul,

that Orlando should hear the words, And all the world was of my father's nor did he. All he heard wasmind :

“ Did you call, sir ?” So far “she Had I before known this young man his urged conference,” and no farther ; son,

and 'twas the guileless hypocrisy of I should bave given him tears unto en

an unsuspecting heart! For our own treaties,

parts, we see no reason in nature, Ere he should thus have ventured.

had circumstances allowed it, why Cel.

Gentle cousin,

they should not have been married Let us go thank him, and encourage bim:

on the spot. My father's rough and envious disposition

Why, on this wrestling-match Sticks me at heart.- Sir, you have well deserved :

hangs the whole story of_" As You If you do keep your promises in love,

Like it,” and “ Do You Like it." But justly, as you have exceeded promise,

For his brother Oliver's hatred grows Your mistress shall be happy.

deadly, and he plans burning OrlanRos.

- Gentleman, do alive in his house. So the brave [ Giving him a chain from her neck. youth flies to the Forest. The Duke, Wear this for me; one out of suits with too, generally incensed, looks anfortune;

grily on his niece, and fearing the That could give more, but that her hand influence of her graces and virtues lacks means.

on the hearts of his discontented subShall we go, coz.?

jects, can no longer bear her preCel. Ay:- Fare you well, fair gentle sence. man.

“Of late this Duke Orl. Can I not say, I thank you ? My

Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle better parts Are all thrown down; and that which

niece; here stands up,

Founded upon no other argument, Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.

But that the people praise her for her Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell

virtues, with my fortunes :

And pity her for her good father's sake; I'll ask him what he would :-Did you Ar

And on my life his malice 'gainst the call, sir ?

lady Sir, you have wrestled well, and over- Will suddenly break forth." thrown

It does break forth. Duke FredeMore than your enemies.

rick pronounces sentence of banishCel.

Will you go, coz? ment on Rosalind; and then her Ros. Have with you :-fare you well. “ eloquent blood mounts to her [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.

face," and she shews herself her Orl. What passion hanga these weights

father's daughter. True, that all at upon my tongue ?

once she has loved Orlando. But I cannot speak to her, yet she urged con

though to Celia she confesses her ference."

love, and in her sudden sadness says Giving him a chain from her neck ! _"O how full of briers is this workHow much worthier of a woman ing-day world !” yet her proud spirit such frankness, not unaccompanied is not subdued but by Orlando-not with reserve, than the pride that sat by the usurper and tyrant. There in the eyes of high-born beauty, as it nobly rebels. with half-averted face she let drop

Ros. Never so much as in a thought glove or scarf to her kneeling knight,

unborn, with silent permission to dye it for

Did I offend your highness. her sake in his heart's blood ! Not Duke F.

Thus do all traitors; for all the world would Rosalind

If their purgation did consist in words, have sent her wrestler to the wars.

They are as innocent as grace itself: But believe us, she said aside to Ce. Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not. lia, and in an under-tone, though Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make looking on Orlando

me a traitor : “ Sir, you have wrestled well, and over.

Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. thrown

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughMore than your enemies."

ter, there's enough.

Ros. So was I, when your highness She felt it was so, and could not

took his dukedom;

So was I when your highness banish'd most mute. But Celia, inspired by him :

her generous resolution to go with Treason is not inherited, my lord : her beloved friend into banishment, Or, if we did derive it from our friends,

is eloquent–is poetical; and the efWhat's that to me? my father was no

fect on our hearts of her eloquence, traitor :

and the poetry in which she here Then, good my liege, mistake me not so

pours out her devoted affection, is much,

so touching and permanent, that, inTo think my poverty is treacherous."

ferior though she be in personal and

mental endowments to Rosalind, yet wa decorum or dignity in "giving him

walks she always uneclipsed by her a chain from her neck," for Rosa

side-Rosalind the larger and more lind saw, at a glance, that Orlando

lustrous star, but Celia, too, a lumiwas noble--and he deserved the nary, both batbed in the same dew, chain. In the giving of that gift,



and loving the same spot of sky. with the tenderness of new-born

The Cousins know they are beaulove doubtless blended even the

Whos tiful. Rosalind, at the thought of

titt pride of birth. She gave it with a seeking her father in the fo beating heart, but with stately mea

Arden, says, sure of step, and graceful motion of " Alas, what danger will it be to us, . arm-she to whom state and grace Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? were native as to the lily. Now she Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than seems like the haughty blush-rose gold.” And how beautiful the bold friend. And Celia will « with a kind of um. ship of the cousins—the sisters! Ia ber smirch her face.” Both were wbat imagery has it pleased the de

“ beautiful exceedingly"-and beaulighted spirit of Shakspeare to clothe

ty went with them, in spite of all its expression !

they could do. In her “ poor and

mean attire,” 'twould have shewn " Wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's

no bad taste to have thought Celia swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable."

the more lovely-just as Oliver de

Bois did in his contrition. But Ro“ For, by this heaven, now at our sor

salind, now Ganymede, talks of rows pale,

A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh ;" Say what thou canst, I'll go along with

and we compassionate the blushes

of old George Colman.* The wanFor a while, after the first burst of derers are away to the Forest, with indignation, Rosalind remains al. “ their wealth and jewels,” and with


• The Licenser is shocked at the worse than impropriety of the word-thigh. We beg to solicit his attention to the following sentences from one of Walter Savage Landor's Dialogues :

Porson.-Yet so it was. A friend who happened to be there, although I did not see him, asked me afterwards what I thought of the naked necks of the ladies.

“" To tell you the truth,' replied I, the women of all countries, and the men in most, have usually kept their necks naked.'

“• You appear not to understand me, or you quibble,' said he ; ' I mean their bosoms.'

“ I then understood, for the first time, that neck signifies bosom when we speak of women, although not so when we speak of men or other creatures. But if bosom is neck, what, according to the same scale of progression, ought to be bosom? The usurped dominion of neck extends from the ear downwards to where the mermaids become fish. This conversation led me to reflect that I was born in the time when people bad thighs-long before your memory, I imagine, Mr Southey. At present there is nothing but leg from the hip to the instep. My friend Mr Small of Peterhouse, a very decent man, and fond of fugitive pieces, such as are collected or written by our Pratts, and Mavors, and Valpys, read before a lady and her family, from under the head of descriptive, some charming verses about the spring and the bees. Unluckily the honied thig hs of our European sugar-slaves caught the attention of the mother, who coloured excessively at hearing the words, and said, with much gravity of reproof, ‘Indeed, Mr Small, I never could have thought it of you;' and added, waving her hand with m atronly dignity toward the remainder of the audience, “Sir, I have daughters.'"

them, too, « the clownish Fool," to the Romance, request may be called be à « comfort to their travel”- “ The Tuft of Olives." Far away Touchstone the Inimitable--for Ce is the noisy world--but still are we lia says

in the midst of human life. That " He'll along o'er the wide world with noble Recluse speaks well to his me."

comrades and brothers in exile ;" What a bustle when they shall be

and well does the melancholy

Jaques moralize each spectacle. missed from the Palace! The birds

Philosophers are they all in that are flown-but whither, and with

silvan court, and feel happy as his whom? First Lord informs the flur

Grace ried Duke that “ in the morning early” her attendants “ found the " Who can translate the stubbornness of bed untreasured of their mistress.

fortune We like his lordship for these words. Into so quiet and so sweet a style." Second Lord says,

We are at a loss to know-we “ Hesperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, wish somebody would tell us-how Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard long they have been living in the FoYour daughter and her cousin much rest. When Oliver asks Charles the commend

wrestler “what's the new news at The parts and graces of the wrestler, the court,” Charles replies,“ There's That did but lately foil the sinewy no news at the court, sir, but the Charles;

old news, that is, the old Duke is And she believes, wlierever they are gone, banished by his younger brother the That youth is surely in their company." Duke.”_" Old news" is an expres

No unfitting conjecture for a se- sion that gives us an indefinite nocond lord and first chambermaid; but tion of time. Yet “old news" are though not wide amiss of the mark, still “news;” and an “old infant" as it happened, yet vile. Hesperia would be but a young child. Duke would have left her couch, at one Senior himself says to his brothers in tap at the window, and gone with exile, the Wrestler whom she overheard " Hath not old custom made this life more the young ladies most commend,

sweet, (though we suspect, notwithstand. Than that of painted pomp?" ing his mishap, that she would But even “old custom" may include have preferred Charles,) but Hes

but a very few months to men who peria did not at all understand

have exchanged a luxurious palace their commendation; and had she

for an uncomfortable wood. One been called on to give a report of

winter they would seem to have it for the Court Journal, would not

braved among the oaks. merely have mangled it sadly, but imbued it with her own notions “Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, of “ parts and graces.” The doves The season's difference; as the icy pang flew not away, either with or for And churlish chiding of the winter's mates—yet, like others of their kind,

wind, they found what they did not seek;

Which when it bites and blows upon my and erelong there was indeed billing

body, and cooing in the woods.

Even while I shrink with cold, I smile Gisborne's “ Walks in a Forest !"

and say, - Gilpin’s “ Forest Scenery !” —

This is no fattery ; these are my counStrutt's “ Forest Scenes !”-Good


That feelingly persuåde me what I am." poetry, painting and engraving all. But all forests have fled away from It is surely summer now-else had our imagination-all but one-Shak. not Jaques laid himself down at his speare's Forest of Arden.

length under an oak, to pore upon Henceforth we are all Foresters the brawling brook. The woods to " under the shade of melancholy our imagination" are green and boughs"-or near the “cottage, pas fresh, and breatbe a summer feel. turc and the flock,"—the Cottage ing." Each single tree is a leafy tent. which Rosalind and Celia buy from High overhead we hear the hum of the churl; and which we, singling bees. To the deep hollow murmur out a picturesque expression that of such accompaniment, to my Lord is dropped somewhere by some of Amiens we sing a second, as he body-we think by Rosalind-in trolls



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“ Under the greenwood tree,

Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone: -
Who loves to lie with me,

Look you, who comes here; a young man,
And tunc his merry note,

and an old, in solemn talk."
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither,

No sooner have Rosalind and Celia
Here shall he see

entered within the precincts of the

Forest, than they overhear Sylvius
But winter and rough weather!" saying to Corin
A few touches give the glimmer “0, Corin! that thou knew'st how I do

love her."
and gloom of old trees-

And, on his confession, Rosalind
“Under an oak whose antique root peeps sighs—

“ Alas, poor sbepherd ! searching of thy
Upon the brook that brawls along the


I have by hard adventure found mine
And we see glimpsing by, with Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion
« forked heads," the poor dappled Is much upon my fashion.”
fools,” the “native burghers of the
desert city,” that they may hide So is it upon Touchstone's. Think
themselves among the little hills, not that he had never-like other
“ whose bairy sides with thicket fools-been in love. Hungry as he
overgrown, grotesque and wild, ac now is, he has a pleasure in thinking
cess deny" to the quivered hunters. of the time when he was the brave

Yes! it is summer. The Board is slave of“ la belle passion.”
spread below "a boundless contigui-
ty of shade.”. Nothing can be finer broke my sword upon a stone, and bid

“ I remember, when I was in love, I
than Orlando's sudden and desperate him take that for coming a'night to Jane
intrusion on the gallant company at

Smile: and I remember the kissing of their fruit-feast in the desert inac- her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her cessible," and when he re-enters

pretty chop'd hands had milk'd; and I with old Adam, the hospitable and

remember the wooing of a peasecod inhumane Duke wins our heart by a

stead of her; from whom I took two few words

cods, and, giving her them again, said « Welcome ! set down your venerable

with weeping tears, Wear these for my burden,

sake.' We, that are true lovers, run into And let him feed."

strange capers; but as all is mortal in

nature, so is all nature in love mortal in
Contemplation, meditation, mirth, folly."
musing, melancholy, wisdom, and
benevolence, are all met tranquilly

How fortunate that the prettiest
together in the forest's heart. cottage in or about the Forest is on
But its ruling spirit shall be Love. sale ! No occasion for a conveyancer.

There shall be no haggling about " Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my price-and it matters not whether spirits !

or no there be any title-deeds. A
Touch, I care not for my spirits, if my simple business as in Arcadia of old,
legs were not weary.

is buying and selling in Arden. True
Ros. I could find in my heart to dis that it is not term day. But term-
grace my man's apparel, and to cry like
a woman;
but I must comfort the weaker day is past, for mind ye not that

it is mid-summer ? “ The Tuft of
vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show

Olives,"'is to be sold just as it stands ?
itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, with all the furniture—and the pur-
courage, good Aliena.

chaser must take too the live-stock.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can
go no farther.

Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love,
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear or gold,
with you, than bear you : yet I should Can in this desert place buy entertain.
bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I

think, you have no money in your purse. Bring us where we may rest ourselves,
Ros. Well, this is the Forest of Arden.

and feed :
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the Here's a young maid with travel much
more fool I; when I was at home, I was

in a better place; but travellers must be And faints for succour.


Fair sir, I pity her,

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