謎 lected a Skirne Fellow of that society, in he room of the Rev. Richard John Geldart. Paris Oct. 2.-The Academy of Inscripions and Belles Lettres elected M. Jomard to succeed the late M. Visconti. On the 26th of the same month, it elected M. Dureau de Lamalle, in the room of the late M. Millin. ARTS AND SCIENCES. Lient. King, in the Mermaid Schooner, writes from Java, that he has examined the whole north-western coast of New South Wales, and particularly that part behind Rosemary Islands, where Dantpier thought there was a strait or some great river; but he found none. At the bottom of Van Dieman's Bay, however, he fell in with three branches of a river, forming an extensive Delta, and proceeded 50 or 60 miles up one of them, at which place it was about 150 yards wide-the whole country alluvial and perfectly flat, as far as the eye could reach, and beyond which the tide was observed to flow. Lieut. King had heard nothing of Freycinet, and he certainly had not been on any part of the western coast. The last accounts, indeed, which the French journals give us of this person, were re ceived from Port Louis in the Isle of Bourbon, whence he wrote home, and sent a collection of natural history, birds, fishes, and plants, for the Museum at Paris. His declared object is the discovery of new lands towards the Antarctic Pole. We mention another-a whole-length the course of these remarks appear to in- the Duke. From these instances we infer that our painters considered themselves at liberty, on whatever subjects they were employed, to consult the credit of their profession in preference to any thing like illiberal feeling. We do not accuse M. Gerard of 'painting down to the English taste;" but purposely sinking into mediocrity, or so much has been assumed by foreign Artists, and so much has been allowed in their favour by the ignorant of our own country, that we are called upon to check and counteract any bias or partiality for such false principles and bad taste. The contempt thrown out by Madame Le Brun, when in this country, on the works of our best Artists, drew from the pen of the late Mr. Hoppner, on the individuality and detail of French Art, the following sarcastic lines: Where burnish'd beads, silk, satin, laces vie, strive, Without stopping to discuss the merits of the broad and free style of painting, or advancing any thing on the compatibility or incompatibility of their union, it may be quite proper to call the attention of those rights and that distinction which threw the balance so much in favour of English art on the Continent, and which has been less whom it much concerns, to secure those Every one conversant in art is acquainted with the importance of the back-ground and its accessories to every painting, and it is by the judicious management of these that our Portrait Painting ranks so high in the scale of Art, so much so, as scarcely to place it far below history. The intellect and talent which has been brought to bear on this part of painting, is sufficiently evinced by the inimitable portraits from the pencil of the late Sir Joshua Reynolds; and without selecting particular instances, it would be sufficient to produce any portion of them, in the way of comparison furnished by prints, against those of H. Rigaud, with all the excellence of the burin to The use of cast iron has become very hance the latter:-it would then instantly general in Russia; it is formed into bal-be seen by what qualities of art the works conies, staircases, ornaments in relief for of the former are found to possess their suthe fronts of houses, &c. Prince Labanoff periority;-in the fitness of the accessories dity, in the neglect or want of that discrihas lately built a palace at St. Petersburgh, and management of the Fond to the cha- mination which should have guided their on which he has expended upwards of three racter and expression, uniting in them the choice, as to the subject, the artist, and millions and a half of roubles, and he has ordered forty-two colossal pillars and the architectural ornaments for the grand front to be cast at one of the principal ironfounderies in Russia. In the gardens of Zarkozelo, an immense triumphal arch of CAST IRON. cast iron was erected some months ago: this gigantic mass was fitted up in the short space of four days. Since that time, the Emperor Alexander has given orders for the construction of a pavilion, of which the walls, cupola, peristyle, &c. are all to be of cast iron. THE FINE ARTS. ENGRAVED PRINTS. light and shade of the Flemish, with the It is difficult to say under what circum- nation. There is a Print, from a painting by Northcote, in which Buonaparte is represented crossing the Alps; he is seated on horseback, and the elevated situation which he occupies is rendered strikingly wild A whole-length Portrait of his Grace the and sublime by the chaotic appearance of DUKE OF WELLINGTON, dedicated to His the back-ground; while the steady dignity Royal Highness the Prince Regent, by of the figure, amidst a scene of such desoS. Forster, (the Engrarer) from an origi-lation, adds to the contrast and grandeur nal painting by M. Gerard. of the whole, highly creditable to the talents of the Artist. It is not without feelings of particular interest that we regard the Portrait of so illustrious a character in our own country, from the pencil of the first portrait painter in Paris, M. Gerard; and should we in The celebrated French artist, Hyacinthus Rigand, from whose works so many prints were published. lost by the war or the times, than by a spirit of trade; which led their employers to substitute a worse for a better comino the engraving. Of the Print from the painting of M. Gerard, we have only to say, it does credit to the skill of S. Forster, who has bestowed an attraction upon the subject much beyond what (in our eyes) the painting, as a work of art, could ever have possessed. The King of the Netherlands has sent 500 florins to the subscription opened at memory of John Van Eyk, commonly Bruges for erecting a monument to the called John of Brugs, supposed to be the inventor of Oil Painting. Sir. T. Lawrence, says a letter from Aixla-Chapelle, in the Times newspaper, will be over with his business by the time that the Congress has finished theirs. The Emperor Alexander is now nearly as far advanced as the Emperor of Austria, but will not make so good a picture. The former is painted in an awkward but favourite attitude, with his chest narrowed, and his shoulders drawn together, by having his hands folded over each other in front-an attitude against which the artist should have remonstrated. Neither is the face so striking a likeness as that of the Emperor Francis; and this Monarch, who is said | never yet to have been well painted, must still remain without an eminently good portrait. Prince Metternich's almost lives and breathes. A transport has arrived from Leghorn, having on board a variety of presents from the Grand Duke of Tuscany for the Prince Regent. They consist principally, of a large beautiful white marble vase, weighing thirty tons, a complete series of casts from the celebrated sculptures of Niobe and her Children; a variety of other casts from Athenian antiques; and alabaster and marble ornaments, of exquisite workmanship. These, it is understood, are in exchange for a set of casts from the Elgin marbles, of which the Prince Regent made a present to the Grand Duke of Tuscany. ORIGINAL POETRY. [Literary Gazette.] Where are her sails-her serried tiers' display- They seek their friends yet shrink from what Tho' livid, swoln-but recognized too well! sank Their tale is brief. The youth was one of those Who spurn the thought of safety or repose SKETCHES TAKEN FROM DOVER CASTLE Whilst Peril stalks the deep: where'er display'd, Tis midnight. Eyeless Darkness like a blind And haggard witch, with power to loose and bind The spirits of the elements at will, Draws her foul cloak across the stars, until Those Demons she invoked to vex the, waves Have dived and hid them in their ocean-caves: And they are fled-though still the mighty heart Of Nature throbs: and now that hag doth start - (Her swarth cheek turning pale in bitter spite) For thro' her brow she feels the cold moonlight Shoot like a pain, as on a western hill The setting Planet of the night stood still, Just parted from a cloud: no more the blast Wailed, like a naked spirit rushing past, As tho' it sought a resting place in vain :The storm is lull'd: and yet, it is a pain To tell what wreck and ruin strew'd the shoreEach wave its freight of death or damage bore! Here, stain'd and torn, a royal flag was cast; There lay a broken helm, a shatter'd mast; And oh, the saddest relic of the storm, Yon wave conveys a seaman's lifeless form! 'Tis morn-the waning mists with shadowy sweep Draw their cold curtains slowly from the deep: 'Tis morn-but gladness comes not with her ray: The bright and breathing scene of yesterday Is gone, as if that swift-consuming wing Had brush'd the deep which smote Assyria's king, And left his Host, like sear leaves, withering! The sea swells full, but smooth-to Passion's thrill, Tho' spent her tempest, heaves the young heart still: A bleakness slumbers o'er it-bere and there The flag which sues for succour has their aid— He did not love unloved; for she who prest That hopes, like alouds which gleam across the moon, Soon pass away, and lose their light as soon! The weltering mass she folds, but yesternight Heaved warm with life-his rayless eye was bright: And she whose cheek the rose of rapture spread, Raves now a maniac-widow'd, yet unwed: The reasoning heart: oft sings and weeps; and now Entwines a sea-weed garland for her brow, Then shakes as if her heart were ice. -་ That in the Captain's but a choleric word, 'Tis the temptation of the devil, Which other men are tempted to, "How sorry I was to see Lady's name in print," said Lady Leonora Ogle "I knew of her unfortuthe other day. nate attachment to the Colonel long ago. One can hardly blame her: she ought to have been married to the Colonel; but he was too poor. The attachment has subsisted for ten years. How unlucky that it should have been exposed at last. She is much to be pitied." And her Lord?' said I—“ Oh! the nasty disagreeable creature!” Oh! ho cried I to myself, rubbing my forehead, I was right never to have married. This is a delicate life. An illicit intercourse is called, in distinction, indeed, only fitted for high the circles of haut ton, an unfortunate attachment! and, because the lady has dishonoured her husband for years, 'tis a pity that she should be found out! She can hardly be blamed for marrying a man whom she hates, because he is rich! nor for making him a cloak for her sins, because her lover is handsomer and poorer than he!-and he is not to be pitied,because, irritated by well-grounded suspicion, he becomes a disagreeable creature! Very pretty indeed! A moment after, a very elegant young The soul, the frame, could brook such bitter man entered the drawing-room. He wrong: Beside her lover's that distracted head Rests cold and calm-the grave their bridal bed. EUSTACE. played off all the airs of an Exquisite of the world, looked grave and interesting, sighed, complained of ennui, of his un lucky stars, again looked interesting, and | his banker, his wine-merchant, his tailor, | the highway, provided it be done in the made his visit short. "I saw you in the his butcher, and a host of minor credi- higher circles, is only a little mancuKing's Road, with you know who, yes- tors, who may be ruined by such con- vring-being awake, put up, or down as terday," said she at parting. No! did duct on his part; he degrades himself a nail, for which (with change of person, replied he in a silvery tone, I'm by taking the benefit of the insolvent place and instrument) a wretched fellow always seen by somebody; I am an un- act; he sets up in good style, instead creature might be put up, upon a high fortunate devil. Adieu! au revoir.' of making an effort to be honest; post, or be put down in some dreary he learns to cheat at cards and at dice; dungeon. When one hears these nice and yet, because he prefers fleecing distinctions, one cannot help thinking strangers to not satisfying his friends, of the song in the Beggar's Operawho, very likely, have little to lose, or may be up themselves, he is a goodnatured, generous fellow! nay, an honourable one, although it is rather thought that he lives by plunder! What would be thought of a tradesman, who lived beyond his means and above his sphere; then cheated his creditors; and afterwards subsisted by fraudulent practices? "I do like that young man," exclaimed she, with much emphasis. "Indeed every body likes him, but his frump of a wife. I wonder how he could have sold himself to a lump of warehouse vulgarity, and of riches picked up in the dirt. The daughter of a Packer to aspire to such a man as that! or to conceive for a moment that he could like her! He is desperately attached to Mrs. ****, and I fear that there will be a blow up ere it be long. I have no patience with his jealous-pated spouse, who torments the poor fellow to death." I And you pity him too?' said I. " do," concluded her Ladyship, "from the bottom of my heart." Another nice distinction. A common man, who squandered his wife's means, treated her with scorn, and lived with another woman, would be reckoned a vagabond and a reprobate, and the case of the honest woman of a wife would be commiserated; but here the wife is blamed for not submitting gracefully and genteelly to adultery; and her presumption is excessive in expecting any thing else from so elegant a man. Riding in the Park, I fell in with **** of the Guards. We took a turn or two, and met George Rackrent. "I am astonished," said I, "at seeing him about again. I understood that he was in prison, and that he had not a shilling left in the world out of his large fortune, What an imprudent man he has been!" 'True,' said the bold Captain; but I'm happy to tell you that he is now as fresh as ever; he has quite made a recover; he is brought round, and lives as comfortably as any man, and in pretty good style. He has taken the benefit; and has moreover been very lucky at play of late. I rather (with great emphasis and elongation on the ra-ather, which he spoke in a low tone, and divided into two distinct syllables)-I rather think that he has been put up; but I assure you he is as goodnatured and generous a fellow as ever lived; and in spite of all his misfortunes, he has not lost a friend, nor does he owe a gaming debt, in the world,' Here's discrimination for you! He throws away his own fortune in gambling, in horse-racing, and in all sorts of debauchery; he pays his gaming debts in preference, and to the exclusion of This delicate distinction is something 66 Lastly, a female servant came to Lady Leonora to be hired, on another morning when I was present. Her Ladyship asked her why she left her last place. Why, my Lady," said she, honestly and candidly, I must confess that I had a misfortune." Then,' said her Ladyship, sternly, you will not suit me, for I cannot encourage vice. I expostulated with her Ladyship; and assured her that the misfortune of being married without priest, form, or ceremony, was just as natural as her other friends' faur pas, and that I should have expected her Ladyship's pity on this occasion just as charitably and extensively as on the former. But her Ladyship made a very nice distinction betwixt the orders of society, with the view of convincing me, that there was all the difference in the world. Thus vice in the vulgar herd, is error in persons of quality; an adulterous intercourse in low life, is an unfortunate tendre in high life; extravagance in people of humble birth, is mere want of order in people of fashion; dishonesty of the inferior classes, is thoughtlessness in their betters; and robbing with dice in your hand instead of with a pistol on "Since laws were made for every degree, THE HERMIT IN LONDON. CONSECRATION OF THE CHURCH AT When Bishop Otto introduced Christianity into Pomerania, and among other towns visited Gützkow, he found there a magnificent heathen temple; he had it pulled down, and a Christian church erected. When the new Church was to be consecrated, Count Mitzlaff, the lord of the town and district, appeared at the ceremony. The Bishop spoke to him, saying, "O, Sir! this consecration is nothing, unless thou and thy whole people consecrate yourselves to God." The Count replied, What shall I do more? I have require farther of me?' Otto spoke: "See! been baptized at Usedom. What do you thou hast many prisoners, taken in war, whom thou detainest for their ransom, and there are Christians among them. Release them, and rejoice them this day in honour of Christ, and the consecration of this Church." Hereupon Mitzlaff ordered all the Christians among the prisoners to be brought forth and set at liberty. Then the Bishop took courage and continued: "The Heatheus, too, are our brethren; release them also at my entreaty; I will baptize them, and lead them to our Saviour."Then the Count ordered the Heathens also to be brought, and the Bishop baptized them, and every eye was bedewed with tears. When it was now thought that all the prisoners were released, and they were going to proceed with the consecration of the Church, the servants were to bring salt, wine, and ashes, which were wanted for the ceremony. But there were no ashes, they having been forgotten. So some of the servants ran to fetch ashes. They went into the first, and into the second house in the neighbourhood, and found nothing. While they were seeking in the third house, they heard under ground a man lamenting and groaning; and on asking, learned that it was a Dane of high rank, who was kept as a hostage for 560 marks of silver, which his father owed to the Count, for injury done him. They informed the Bishop, who would not, on account of the magnitude of the willingly have begged for him, but dared injury. How could he still farther trouble the noble Count! But Mitzlaff, beard the whispering, and inquired: then the servants nediction. 66 THE DRAMA. Rose d'Amour, ou Le Petit Chaperon Rouge, which has for some time been a favourite piece in the French capital, is now performing with no less success at the Theatres in the Netherlands. The Journals speak of it as the chef d'œuvre of Boyeldieu, the favourite composer of the Loves and the Graces. The success of the Petit Chaperon Rouge has equalled, if not surpassed, that of Joconde. Á translation of this piece is, we are informed, getting up with great splendour at Covent Garden, for Christmas. OTHELLO. MY DEAR MISS JULIA, You are a clever young Lady, and an admirer of Mr. Young, who is very particularly a Gentleman. Othello, however, is I think a very different sort of gentleman, and this I will endeavour to show in the course of a few observations, which I propose making upon your letter. I perfectly agree with Miss R. and think Mr. Young's performance a living picture of Shakspeare's Moor. There should not be any glowing irregularities,' depths,' and colourings,' in Mr. Kean's style; this might do very well with such a character as Bajazet. Shakspeare's Moor, says Dr. Johnson, is magnanimous, artless, and credulous, boundless in his confidence, ardent in his affection, inflexible in his resolution, and obdurate in his revenge. This character must appear correct to any one acquainted with the tragedy; and Young's delineation is generally allowed to follow close to this rule. said softly, "Sir, the Dane!" At this the and afterwards he bursts out, when talking | can, in her performance, be either hoyCount started, and it cost him a great of Cassio, "Had all his hairs been lives, denish,' wheedling,' or 'common-place.' effort; yet he exclaimed, He is my worst my great revenge had stomach for them all." I saw her once in the character, and she enemy, and should make me ample atone- At one time (third act) he says, "I'll tear appeared to me to solicit the favour of ment, but to-day I will regard no loss. Be her all to pieces." At another (in the Cassio's re-institution with all the playful it so: Release the Dane also, and may fourth) "I'll chop her into messes." Again, goodness of a noble mind, and a natural God be gracious to me." Then they fetched Let her rot, and perish and be damned wish to reconcile two friends to their forthe prisoner, and placed him in his chains to-night;" and finally, he smothers her. mer good opinion of each other. She also by the altar, and Otto pronounced the be- If all this is not evidence of the most power- (to me) depicted her disappointment with ful passions, I do not understand what much truth; her air, countenance, and passion is fifty other passages might be action, corresponded with the "gentle Desadduced. You say you have not seen Kean? demona," although she wonders in her Go and see him. You will find him as soul, what he could ask her that she would temperate as he ought to be in the earlier deny,'-yet buoyed up by this assurance part of the play; but as soon as he is poi- of Othello's-that it should be done the soned by the venom of jealousy, his calm- sooner, sweet, for you," and, "let him ness is given to the winds. Then he stands come when he will; I will deny thee forth, a fiery and implacable Moor, tossed nothing." about by the tempest of his passions, which are at last only cheered and tranquillized by blood. Admiring as I do Mr. Young in many things, I am sorry to see him brought into comparison with Mr. Kean, who, in Othello, is so decidedly superior. In Cassius, I can admire Mr. Young, and also in Macbeth and Hamlet. His vision of the dagger is certainly finer than that either of Kemble or Kean; though Kean outstrips them both in the scene where he returns from the murder. It is more especially in meditative characters, and in instances where man's nature is not rudely impelled, that Mr. Young, I think, excels; but in Othello and Richard III. there is a degree of constraint, as if he were doing violence to the gentility of his nature. Are you satisfied, Miss Julia, with this commendation of your friend Young?-With respect You say, "How admirably Young gave to the handkerchief, "much may be said the character of the Moor." Mr. Young is on both sides;" but a weekly paper cannot decidedly the most elegant man upon the afford much space for discussion. This stage, and I think the finest declaimer; may be said, however: If Othello knew or but I do not consider impassioned tragedy thought that the handkerchief was ento be his forte. You say, "there's but chanted, it was at best but a selfish gift, one moment in which he (Othello) forgets and I should be sorry to believe it. Its himself," and you bring forward in support being a fabrication may be more easily exof his self-control instances only before cused, for then his blood was inflamed, and the spirit of jealousy commences its for- he a perfect madman, anxious to detect any midable operations. If you mean by "for-thing by any means. When he gave the getting" himself, that he does not give way handkerchief he was cool, and, as Tago tells to the impulses of passion, I must beg to us, "noble" and "unsuspicious." If the differ from you. What do you think of his handkerchief was charmed, he was both seizing Iago by the throat, and requiring suspicious and selfish, and my respect for evidence of his wife's guilt, in the third him would accordingly diminish. This is act, with all the fury of a lunatic? What not, however, by any means a clear point. do you think of his raving in the fourth I interpret the expression of "she wished act about the handkerchief, and falling into that heaven had made her such a man," in a trance from the violence of his agitation? the coarser sense. It forms part of the What do you think of his striking his wife?"hint" upon which Othello" spake." I This fact you have allowed; but it is not am sorry for this, for Desdemona's sake; a momentary" piece of fury. All his but when young Ladies give hints, they are language throughout the scene is coarse generally pretty plain ones. and furious. Do you remember his expressions? "Fire and brimstone!" "O devil, devil," &c. Lodovico asks, is "this the noble nature, whom passion could not To the Editor of the Literary Gazette. shake?" and again, "Are his wits safe? is Referring to the different opinions given he not light of brain?" In the second in Julia's production of Saturday last, scene of the fourth act he questions Des- upon the performance of Othello, I demona in language that a trull would beg to say a word. I cannot agree with almost blush at. In the fifth act Desde- the female critics,' that the present ornamona says, "Some bloody passion shakes ment of the stage (I believe Miss O'Neill your very frame; these are portents-:"| played Desdemona the night alluded to) I am your humble Servant, SENEX. must I cannot agree with the fair speaker, to wonder how any European could marry one of these shadowy beings.' This might cause some wonder certainly in England, were a fair woman to marry a Black: but we must recollect, in some parts of Europe females are dark, and some Africans are fairer than others; and there is no mention of Othello being an absolute African Negro. Add to this, Desdemona saw his visage in his mind, his honours and his sufferings she loved and pitied. I cannot see any thing in his character to justify the terms, Infidel, '-' Mahometan,'-the African plunged in gloom, mystery, and superstition. Of the latter, certainly he seems to have a taint. Before I speak of the handkerchief, it is necessary to examine some scenes relative to it. In Act III. Scene 3, Iago has been questioning Othello, if he did not give his wife a handkerchief spotted with strawberries. And again, such a one did he (Iago) see Cassio wipe his beard with. In an earlier part of the same scene, Emilia says— She so loves the token, (For he conjured her, she would ever keep it,) That she reserves it evermore about her, To kiss, and talk to. There is no proof of his demanding this handkerchief, on account of its charmed qualities, with any subtile intention to pry into his wife's actions:-in fact, he does not ask for this particular handkerchief, his demand is I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me: Upon Desdemona's producing another, instead of that which was her constant companion, the tale Kago has just before been telling him, flashes on his mind, and he then demands, as a proof to what he has heard, That which I gave you. There is little doubt that the following description of it was purposely ostentatious, in order to alarm his wife the more. He holds the handkerchief in veneration, no doubt, but I do not think in the light of an absolutely charmed one, gifted with peculiar magic properties. It is a fact, heightened by poetical imagery. Whalley, in his Commentaries on Shakspeare, says " It is the practice in Eastern regions, for persons of both sexes to carry handkerchiefs very curiously wrought. And the custom is thus described by Sir John Chardin :The mode of wrought handkerchiefs is general in Arabia, Syria, Palestine, and generally in all the Turkish en.pire. They are wrought with a needle, which is the amusement of the fair sex there. The young women make them for their fathers, brothers, and by way of preparation beforehand for their spouses, bestowing them as favours on their lovers. They have them constantly in their hands in those warm countries, to wipe off perspiration." It would seem from this, that a simple pocket handkerchief was considered in some coun tries a gift of particular favour, from a lady to her lover; and why not from a lover to his mistress? She was not careless of it, either; she dropped it, and forgot it at the moment, being absorbed in care for her husband's pain upon the forehead. She expresses, shortly after, her concern to Emilia, wondering where she could have lost it. With respect to the last question in Julia's communication, Whether Desdemona wishes that Heaven had made her such a man, or such a lover? I think is completely ambiguous. Upon reading Othello's round unvarnished tale, and coming to the pas sage She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd One would say, she meant that Heaven -If I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Othello was partial to her, no doubt, at this time; no wonder then he caught at a remark of so complex a meaning, capable of being turned immediately to his advantage. I am inclined to think, she did not mean it exactly as a hint for him to make love to her; this would, in my opinion, be showing duplicity, a grossness of mind unallied to the character of the gentle Desdemona,― A maiden never bold; a Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Her meaning more probably was, that if ance betwixt them; upon the bare recital | requested," readily undertakes to "splinter B***. To the Editor of the Literary Gazette. When we find observations made by others Convinc'd against their will, -My lord shall never rest; I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; a shrift, His bed shall seem a school, his board as Upon such a consideration of the case, Miss O'Neill stands, I think, exculpated from this charge of her fair critics."Wheedling, hoydenish, and commonplace," are the other epithets applied to this delightful actress's delineation of the scene before us. Julia need not have in formed us that it was not the male critics who pronounced the decision. Desdemona appears to be aware that her husband's severity towards Cassio arose from a sense of duty and necessity, since, had he followed the dictates of inclination alone, he needed no other inducements than his pri vate partiality for the man, to have immediately restored him to his confidence and friendship. She, therefore, at first only undertakes to repair the breach in their Will (profess) the same opinions still. private friendship, when, afterwards inThe above reflections were suggested by duced by Cassio's entreaties to attempt reading the criticisms of your correspondent "his being put into his place again," senJulia; some of whose remarks were indeed sible of the impropriety of her interference, entirely new to me. Where the imagina- she is obliged to make use of the best tion is delighted, there is more particularly means of making the Moor's inclination ground for suspecting that the judgment preponderate over his duty. The circummay be led astray. I have, accordingly, stances which she chooses as most likely to attentively re-considered those circum-operate to this effect, are very happily stances in the representation of Othello, by thrown together by the Poet, and, I should which, the imagination being most delighted, think, as happily managed by the actress. the judgment might be considered most in If ever those charms, which Anacreon dedanger. Whether the opinions I still re- scribes as being a more than sufficient comtain be the result of obstinacy or convic-pensation to woman for her deficiency in tion, I leave, Mr. Editor, to your decision. strength, were ably exerted to subdue man We are not to suppose that the fair critics to herself, it was in Miss O'Neill's delineaintended to find fault with Miss O'Neill's tion of the scene we are considering. Havgeneral delineation of the character of Des- ing shewn the necessity for the blandishdemona. It would be going out of our way, ments she made use of, I trust the protherefore, to point out beauties, when our priety and beauty of that lady's acting will aim is to obviate a particular objection. be allowed; and remain, Sir, The fair ladies appear to have expected the manifestation of "some surprise and disappointment upon Othello's evading an immediate compliance with her first' request." Where is this warranted in Shakspeare? I believe the ladies, "who appear to have been in love," have been kind enough here to make up in imagination what the Poet wants in sensibility. Cassio considered his fortunes desperate, and as such applied to Desdemona as the only likely means of " being put into his place again." She, "holding it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is Yours, &c. TERENTIUS. I can see no reason for giving a different sense to the passage,— She wish'd That Heav'n had made her such a man; from that in which it is usually received. Desdemona had unconsciously fallen in love with Othello. Disparity of years, and country, precluded all idea of an union. And she had no conception of her being in love with the person, while she was struck with admiration at the character. She, |