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Meph. Under the Heavens.

and occupations with very great vigour, Faust. Aye! so are all things else but and with a kind of grotesque sublimiwhere abouts ?

ty. This vision delights the senses Meph. Within the bowels of these Ele- and imagination of the magician; and

ments, Where we are tortur'd and remaine for ever! he is left so charmed with himself and Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd situation, that he gives vent to his In one selfe-place; but where we are is Hell, feelings thus :And where Hell is, there must we ever be. Faust. O might I see Hell, and returne And to be short, when all the world dis againe safe, solves,

How happy were I then !
And every creature shall be purified,

Old Marlow now indulges, quite un-
Al places shall be Hell that are not Heaven.
Faust. Think’st thou that Faustus is so expectedly, in a most extraordinary
fond to imagine,

flight. After Faustus and MephostoThat after this life there is any paine ?

philis have taken an excursion through No! these are trifles, and mere old wives the air, from Paris to Naples, and tales."

thence to Padua and Venice, they arThe soul of Faustus is now eter- rive, apparently by rather a circuitous nally vowed to Lucifer, and henceforth route, at Rome, which the Demon commence his agonies of remorse and thus describes not unpoetically. despair, interrupted by sudden starts “ Know that this city stands upon seven hills, of exultation and pride, as the visions That under-prop the ground-worke of the of eternal bale, or of earthly pleasure. Just thorow the midst runnes flowing Tiber's pomp and grandeur, alternately take

streame,
hold of his imagination. Great know- With winding banks that cut it in two parts:
ledge is here displayed of human na-

Over the which two stately bridges leane
ture and the workings of the passions. That make safe passage to each part of Rome.
In a soliloquy, Faustus exclaims, Upon the bridge callid Ponto Angelo,
My heart is hardned—I cannot repent.

Erected is a castle passing strong, &c.
Scarce can I name Salvation, Faith, or
Heaven :

Beside the gates and high Pyramides
Swords, Poysons, Halters, and envenom'd

That Julius Cæsar brought from Africa.
Steele,

Faust. Now by the kingdomes of infernall
Are laid before me to despatch myselfe,

rule, And long ere this I should have done the Of Styx, of Acheron, and the Fiery Lake deed,

Of ever-burning Phlegeton, I sweare Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep des. That I doe long to see those monuments paire.

And situation of bright splendent Rome,” &c. Good Angel. Repent !

Here, however, he breaks out into Faust. 0, Christ ! my Saviour! my a lament, that during all his airy Saviour !

voyaging he has been a mere spectaHelp to save distressed Faustus' soule !

tor, and is now desirous of becoming Enter Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Mephosto

an actor in the scene; above all things, philis.

MeLuci. Christ cannot save thy soule for he he wishes to astonish the Pope. is just.

phostophilis enters warmly into his There's none but I have interest in the same. designs against his Holiness, and thus Faust. 0! what art thou that lookst advises him: so terribly ?

Meph. Let it be so, my Faustus ; but first Luci. I am Lucifer, and this is my com. stay panion Prince in Hell.

And view the triumphs as they passe this way, Faust. 0, Faustus! they are come to And then devise what best contents thy fetch thy soule.

minde, Beel. We are come to tell thee thou dost By cunning in thine art, to crosse the Pope, injure us.

Or dash the pride of his solemnitie : Luci. Thou call'st on Christ contrary to To make his Monkes and Abbots stand like thy promise.

apes, Beel. Thou should'st not thinke on God. And point like antiques to his triple crowne: Faust. And Faustus vowes never to looke To beate the beads about the Friars' pates, to Heaven."

Or clap huge hornes upon the Cardinals' While Faustus is thus agitated, Or any villany thou canst devise,

heads : Lucifer calls up before him, in their And i'll performe, Faustus : hearke ! they own proper shapes, the Seven Deadly Sins, to make him some pastime. As This day shall make thee be admir'd in they pass by, they describe themselves

Rome.”

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Here enters a procession of Cardinals Holiness a blow on the face, and on and Bishops, some bearing crosiers, him who gave Friar Sandelo a hit on some pillars, and Monks and Friars the pate. The scene at last degenechanting. They are followed by the rates into the most utter farce, - but, Pope, Raymond King of Hungary, on the whole, it is written with great and the “ Saxon Bruno," whom the vivacity and spirit, and shews, that Emperor of Germany had created Pope, both Mephostophilis and Faustus had but who is now led in chains by his a keen sense of the ludicrous. reigning Holiness. The Cardinals of After this merry exploit, the Devil

ance and Padua are ordered to th and the Doctor return to Germany, holy consistory, to consult the decretal and Faustus, of course, is in high fastatutes what punishment is due to vour with the Emperor, as the deliverBruno for his usurpation of the See. er of Bruno. The Emperor limits his Soon as they depart, Faustus and Me- demands on the magical powers of phostophilis assume their appearance, Faustus to this : and, as if returning from the consisto

“ We would behold that famous conqueror, ry, declare to the Pope,

Great Alexander, and his Paramour, " That Bruno and the Germane Emperor In their true shapes and state majestical, Be held as Lollards and bold Schismatiques, That we may wonder at their excellence.” And proud disturbers of the Church's peace. And if that Bruno, by his owne assent,

This is accordingly done rather stuDid seeke to weare the triple diadem, pidly—but the scene soon ceases to be He shall be straight condemn'd of heresie, solemn, and the Doctor returns to his And on a pile of faggots burnt to death." pranks. A certain courtier, Benvolio,

On this the Pope bestows his bless- had doubted of his magical powers, ing on them, which makes Mephosto- and treated him with great ridicule philis jocularly remark,

before this exploit. Faustus accord** So, so, was never Devil thus blest before.” ingly punishes him, by planting horns Meanwhile, Bruno

on his head, a favourite mode of punIs posted hence, ishment with this magician. Much And on a proud-pac'd steed, as swift as

merriment between Faustus and Methought, Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany."

phostophilis here ensues. Benvolio tries The Cardinals

, whom Mephostophilis to waylay and assasinate his tormentor, had struck in the consistory with pro- farther torments and indignities. Va

-is of course baffled, and subjected to found sleep, now awake, and with all rious facetious scenes follow, in which haste repair to the Pope, who is enjoying himself at a banquet. They harmless way,--confusing the noddle

the Doctor uses the black art in a very immediately exclaim : “ First may it please your Sacred Holinesse of a clown, and cheating a horse-dealTo view the sentence of the Reverend Synod er; on which last feat he seems greatConcerning Bruno and the Emperor.' ly to pride himself. It is impossible

Here a thorough misunderstanding to give any idea, by extracts, of these takes place. His Holiness flies into å scenes, but their merit seems to conviolent rage--and swears, that unless sist in their extreme simplicity, borderthe Cardinals instantly deliver up Bru- ing at all times on the veriest silliness ; no, they shall both die. Faustus and yet from the earnestness of the actors, Mephostophilis enjoy this scene invis- possessing a sort of natural interest, ible--and occasionally put in a little and affording a laughable contrast bebiting remark, which, coming none tween the high power of Faustus, and can tell whither, bewilders and af- the insignificant objects on which, for frights the sacred company. But they his amusement, he thinks proper to are not satisfied with this and when exercise it. refreshments are brought in, they As the play approaches its conclusnatch the wine-glass from the Pope's sion this farcical spirit subsides. Faushand, and finally give him a slap on

tus, Mephostophilis, and several of his the face, when he cries out,

scholars, being assembled, one of them “ Oh! I am slain--helpe me my Lords.

asks his master, in very elegant terms, 0! come and helpe to beare my body hence; to shew them “ that admirablest lady, Damn'd be his soule for ever for this deed." Helen of Greece ;" to which request

Friars then enter, with bell, book, he thus beautifully replies: and candle, and a curse is solemnly Faust. For that I know your friendship pronounced on him who stole his Ho

is unfeign'd, liness' meat, on him who struck his It is not Faustus' custom to deny

The just request of those that wish him well : Sweet Helen! make me immortal with &
You shall behold that peerlesse Dame of kiss!
Greece,

_Her lips sucke forth my soule-see! where No otherwise for pompe or majesty,

it flies ! Than when Sir Paris crost the seas with her, Come, Helen—come, give me my soule And brought the spoiles to rich Dardania.”

againe. After the exhibition of Helen, who Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, ravishes

every
beholder with her beau. And all is dross that is not Helena.

0! Thou art fairer than the evening ayre ty, an old man enters, who tries to turn Faustus from his evil ways; and Brighter art Thou than flaming Jupiter,

Clad in the beauty of a thousand starres ! the magician seems inclined to follow when he appeard to haplesse Semele! his advice, and treats him with great More lovely than the Monarch of the skyo tenderness. Mephostophilis however In wanton Arethusa’s azure arms, enters, and the terrible sound of his And none but Thou shall be my Paramour !" voice destroys all wise resolutions, and

But the rapturous enjoyments of seems at once to change the very soul Faustus are soon to be direfully interand nature of Faustus, who suddenly rupted. Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Me converts his fear into ferocity, and de- phostophilis enter, amid thunder and sires his familiar to tear into pieces lightning—and the hour is at hand that old man to whose kind advices in which he is to deliver up his soul. he had just before so gratefully listened.

Luci. Faustus, we come to Thee, “ Torment, sweet friend, that hase and Bringing with us lasting damnation, aged man,

To wait upon thy soule! the time is come That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer,

Which makes it forfeit. With greatest torments thatour Hellaffords."

Meph. And this gloomy night, This is one of those sublime strokes Here, in this roome, will wretched Faustas be.

Beel. And here we'll stay, by which our old dramatists suddenly To marke him how he doth demeane himelectrify the soul, and make us forget, self. as if we had never read them, the nu Meph. How should he, but in desperate merous pages of dulness and darkness lunacy ? before and after ;—the effect of such Fond worldling! now his heart-blood dries

with griefe ! passages is deep and lasting; they cling to our feelings and imagination; His conscience kills it and his labouring and the remembrance of one such Begets a world of idle fantasies gleam of light opens out to us the To over-reach the Devil! but all in vain !"* whole character and being of the per

Meanwhile Faustus, aware of his son described, and raises him

up,

clearly and distinctly, a real, living, and ly made his will, of which we are ra

approaching destruction, has very coolhuman existence.

ther surprised Marlow has not given Faustus has no sooner expressed his subjection to his Familiar, than his of his scholars, who retire, and await

us a scroll, and takes a tender farewell evil desires recur ;-and, first of all, in an adjoining room the issue of the he exclaims in a rapture,

fatal visit of Lucifer. That cursed “ One thing, good servant, let me crave of The

Familiar, Mephostophilis, now comes To glut the longing of my heart's desire,

to torment him. That I may have unto my Paramour,

Meph. Aye! Faustus ! now thou hast That heavenly Helen which I saw of late, no hope of Heaven ! Whose sweet embraces may extinguish cleare Therefore despair ! think only upon Hell ! Those thoughts that do dissuade me from For that must be thy mansion. my vow,

Faust. 0! Thou bewitching Fiend ! And keep my vow I made to Lucifer.”

'twas thy temptation With this request Mephostophilis Hath robb’d me of eternal happinesse. eagerly complies, and Helen enters Meph. I do confesse it, Faustus ! and re

joice. between two Cupids. i The address of Faustus to her is distinguished for 'Twas that when thou wert i' the way elegance and grace,--and shows the Damn'd up thy passage,—when thou tookst passionate fervency of the lover, join

the Booke ed to the classical propriety of the To view the Scriptures, then I turn'd the scholar.

leaves, Faust. Was this the face that launcht And led thine eye. a thousand ships,

What! weep'st Thou ? 'tis too late. De. And burn’d the toplesse towers of Ilium ?

spair! Farewell !"

ayre !

come!

Faustus is now left alone in his But mine must live still to be plagued in hell! + study, and the clock strikes eleven. Curst be the parents that ingender'd me. His last soliloquy will not suffer by a

No, Faustus! curse thyselfe! curse Lucifer! comparison with any passage in any

That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.

[The clock strikes twelve. dramatic writer.

It strikes ! it strikes ! now, body, turne to 66 Faust. O Faustus ! Now hast thou but one bare houre to live ! Or Lucifer will beare thee quicke to Hell ! And then thou must be damned perpetually.. O, soule, be chang'd into small water-drops, -Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of And fall into the ocean, ne'er to be found ! Heaven,

Thunder, and enter the Devils. That tiine may cease, and midnight never mercy, Heaven! looke not so fierce on me!

Adders and serpents ! let me breathe a while! Faire Nature's eye! rise ! rise againe ! and Ugly Hell, gape not ! Come not, Lucifer! make

I'll burn my bookes !-0 Mephostophilis !” Perpetual day : or let this houre be but a

The terrified scholars now rush inyeare,

to the study, and one of them exA month, a weeke, a naturall day,

claims That Faustus may repent, and save his soule!

“ The Devil whom Faustus serv'd hath O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still ! time runnes ! the

torne him thus ! clocke will strike !

For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, mea The Devil will come, and Faustus must be

thought damn'd.

I heard him shrieke, and call aloud for help, Oh! I'll leap up to heaven!—who pulls At which same time the house seemed ali me downe?

on fire, See where Christ's blood streames in the fir

With dreadful horror of these damned mament !

fiends." One drop of blood will save me! Oh! my

The Chorus then enters, and the Christ!

drama concludes with the following Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ! fine lines. Yet will I call on him!- spare me, Lu “ Cut is the branch that might have growne cifer !

full straight, Where is it now ? 'tis gone!

And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, And see ! a threatening arme, and angry That sometime grew within this learned man. brow!

Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Mountaines and hills, come, come and fall Whose fiendful torture may exhort the wise, on me!

Only to wonder at unlawful things,And hide me from the heavy wrath of Whose deepnesse doth entice such forward Heaven.

wits No! then will I headlong run into the earth!

To practise more than heavenly power perGape Earth! ah, no! it will not harbour

mits."

We have enabled our readers to You starres that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence have allotted death and judge of the merit of this drama, from hell,

the many extracts now given, and Now draw up Faustus, like a foggie mist,

therefore we need not offer any obInto the entrails of yon laboring cloud !

servations of our own. It is obvious, That when you vomit forth into the ayre, that, as a whole, it is exceedingly imMy limbs may issue from your smokie perfect and disproportioned. The mouths,

commencement and the conclusion are But let my soule mount and ascend to solemn, lofty—even magnificent-but

Heaven ! [The clock strikes. O half the houre is past! ’twill all be past and the ludicrous is therein not only

the middle part is out of all keeping; anon! Oh! if my soule must suffer for my sin,

too far prolonged, but too broadly Impose some end to my incessant pain !

drawn, and deeply coloured. The Let Faustus live in hell a thousand yeares ! drama, too, comprehends a period of A hundred thousand ! and at last be say’d. twenty-four years, and the actions -No end is limited to damned soules! and events are too few, and not suffiWhy wert thou not a creature wanting soule? ciently varied. Neither does Faustus Or why is this immortal which thou hast ?

seem to deserve the fearful punishOh ! Pythagoras' Metemsycosis ! were that

ment finally inflicted on him by Lutrue, This soule should flie from me, and I be cifer. At the same time, Marlow has chang'd

shown great skill, and a deep knowInto some brutish beast !

ledge of human nature, in not drawAll beasts are happy, for when they die, ing Faustus as a monster of guilt and Their soules are soon dissolv'd in elements. iniquity, so as to destroy all sympathy

me.

with his sufferings and fate. Though to cold in those who have formerly sold to Hell, he seeks rather his own been affected with it, or who have enjoyment and pleasure than the mi- been exposed to its cause in countries sery of others; nor does he even seek and situations where it still prevails. them at the expense of his fellow crea- Two instances only have come under tures. When he delivers himself up my observation, in which agues apto pleasure, his paramour is no inno- peared to originate in the town or cent maiden whom his magic seduces, neighbourhood. One was in a garbut the bright phantom of a former dener, who, in the spring of the year age, and his licentiousness, even in 1815, had been employed in working its most criminal indulgencies, con on the marshy banks of Duddingston nects itself with the dreams of an ima- Loch. In this man the ague was gination filled with all the forms of quotidian; and when, along with a classical beauty. Goethe, on the other medical friend, I first saw him, about hand, in his powerful drama on the a fortnight after he had been taken ill, same subject, has driven Faustus over the hot stage of the fever was long the edge, and down the abyss, of Sin. continued the cold fit slight and with But we are not now going to criticise little shivering ; he, at the same time, the work of the German philosopher ; laboured under cough and other pecthat we may do at another opportu- toral complaints, which rendered it difnity. Let us conclude with one remark ficult to determine whether the disease that while there is at present abroad was intermittent fever, or hectic, sympthroughout the world so mad a pas- tomatic of a rapid consumption. On sion for poetry, and more especially watching the case, however, for a few for poetry in which the stronger pas- days, the progress of the symptoms sions of our nature are delineated, it seemed to indicate that it was interis somewhat singular, that such ex mittent fever. The bark was accordcessive admiration is bestowed on one ingly given, which, by producing its great living Poet, while (to say nothing usual specific effects in that fever, deof contemporary writers) there are so monstrated the nature of the disease. many glorious works of the mighty After a few doses, the paroxysms were dead, unknown or disregarded-works diminished in severity, and in a fortfrom which that illustrious person has night were entirely removed. The doubtless imbibed inspiration, and other instance was in a poor man who which, without detracting from his had lived in the Cowgate, and several well-earned fame, we must think, are years ago was admitted as a patient far superior, in variety, depth, and into the Royal Infirmary with a wellenergy of passion, to the best poems marked intermittent fever, of which which his powerful genius has yet he was speedily cured. In this case produced.

H. M. no adequate cause could be assigned

for its production.

Continued fevers always prevail more or less in Edinburgh. Of these some

seem to be produced by exposure, or A VAPOUR, or effluvium of an unknown fatigue, or other causes which it is not nature, which arises from stagnant easy to ascertain, but do not appear to water in marshes or lakes, common arise from, or to be communicated by, ly called marsh miasma, almost never contagion. This, which may be confails, in the situations in which these sidered as the synochus, or common exist, to produce Intermittent Fevers continued fever of this country, seems or agues. In Edinburgh this disease to prevail in all parts of Britain, paris recorded to have formerly prevailed ticularly during summer; and is acepidemically; but since the removal cordingly denominated by some phyof the cause, by the draining of the sicians the Summer Fever. It occurs marsh which existed on the south side among all classes of the community, of the town, in the present situation and in persons of all ages; but young of Hope Park, and of the North Loch, and plethoric men seem to be more between the Old and New Town, liable to it than others. It appears to about the middle of last century, in- be seldom dangerous; but the feverish termittent fevers have almost entirely symptoms are frequently smart, and disappeared from the town. Examples are attended by headach, and by sickof this disease are here now extremely ness of stomach, bilious stools, and fare, except when excited by exposure other marks of derangement in the

REMARKS ON THE DISEASES LATELY

PREVALENT IN EDINBURGH.

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