this marvellous scene, we must go along with Portia as well as with Shylock; we must understand her concealed purpose, keep in mind her noble motives, and pursue in our fancy the undercurrent of feeling working in her mind throughout. The terror and the power of Shylock's character-his deadly and inexorable malice would be too oppressive, the pain and pity too intolerable, and the horror of the possible issue too overwhelming, but for the intellectual relief afforded by this double source of interest and contemplation. I come now to that capacity for warm and generous affection, that tenderness of heart which render Portia not less lovable as a woman than admirable for her mental endowments. What an exquisite stroke of judgment in the poet to make the mutual passion of Portia and Bassanio, though unacknowledged to each other, anterior to the opening of the play! Bassanio's confession very properly comes first: Bassanio.-In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair and fairer than that word, Of wond'rous virtues; sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages; and prepares us for Portia's half-betrayed, unconscious election of this most graceful and chivalrous admirer Nerissa. Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, a Venetian, a scholar, and a soldier, that came hither in company of the Marquis of Montferrat? Portia.-Yes, yes, it was Bassanio; as I think, so he was called. Nerissa. True, madam; he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady. Portia. I remember him well; and I remember him worthy of thy praise. first: Our interest is thus awakened for the lovers from the very and what shall be said of the casket scene with Bassanio, where every line which Portia speaks is so worthy of herself, so full of sentiment and beauty, and poetry and passion? Too naturally frank for disguise, too modest to confess her depth of love while the issue of the trial remains in suspense-the conflict between love and fear, and maidenly dignity, causes the most delicious confusion that ever tinged a woman's cheek, or dropped in broken utterance from her lips. I pray you tarry; pause a day or two, Before you hazard: for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while; I would not lose you; and you know yourself But lest you should not understand me well, Bassanio. The short dialogue between the lovers is exquisite. Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love; 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. -Confess and love Had been the very sum of my confession! A prominent feature in Portia's character is that confiding, buoyant spirit which mingles with all her thoughts and affections. And here let me observe, that I never yet met in real life, nor ever read in tale or history, of any woman, distinguished for intellect of the highest order, who was not also remarkable for this trustingness of spirit, this hopefulness and cheerfulness of temper, which is compatible with the most serious habits of thought, and the most profound sensibility. Lady Wortley Montagu was one instance; and Madame de Staël furnishes another much more memorable. In her Corinne, whom she drew from herself, this natural brightness of temper is a prominent part of the character. A disposition to doubt, to suspect, and to despond, in the young, argues, in general, some inherent weakness, moral or physical, or some miserable and radical error of education; in the old, it is one of the first symptoms of age; it speaks of the influence of sor row and experience, and foreshows the decay of the stronger and more generous powers of the soul. Portia's strength of intellect takes a natural tinge from the flush and bloom of her young and prosperous existence, and from her fervid imagination. In the casket-scene, she fears indeed the issue of the trial, on which more than her life is hazarded; but while she trembles, her hope is stronger than her fear. While Bassanio is contemplating the caskets, she suffers herself to dwell for one moment on the possibility of disappointment and misery. Let music sound, while he doth make his choice; May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream Then immediately follows that revulsion of feeling so beautifully characteristic of the hopeful, trusting, mounting spirit of this noble creature : But he may win! And what is music then?-then music is Here, not only the feeling itself, born of the elastic and sanguine spirit which had never been touched by grief; but the images in which it comes arrayed to her fancy-the bridegroom waked by music on his wedding morn-the new-crowned monarch-the comparison of Bassanio to the young Alcides, and of herself to the daughter of Laomedon-are all precisely what would have suggested themselves to the fine poetical imagination of Portia in such a moment. Her passionate exclamations of delight, when Bassanio has fixed on the right casket, are as strong as though she had despaired before. Fear and doubt she could repel; the native elasticity of her mind bore up against them; yet she makes us feel that, as the sudden joy overpowers her almost to fainting, the disappointment would as certainly have killed her. How all the other passions fleet to air, As doubtful thoughts, and rash embrac'd despair, And shudd'ring fear, and green-ey'd jealousy! In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess; I feel too much thy blessing; make it less, Her subsequent surrender of herself, in heart and soul, of her maiden freedom, and her vast possessions, can never be read without deep emotion; for not only all the tenderness and delicacy of a devoted woman are here blended with all the dignity which becomes the princely heiress of Belmont, but the serious, measured self-possession of her address to her lover, when all suspense is over, and all concealment superfluous, is most beautifully consistent with the character. It is, in truth, an awful moment, that in which a gifted woman first discovers that, besides talents and powers, she has also passions and affections; when she first begins to suspect their vast importance in the sum of her existence; when she first confesses that her happiness is no longer in her own keeping, but is surrendered forever and forever into the dominion of another! The possession of uncommon powers of mind is so far from affording relief or resource in the first intoxicating surprise-I had almost said terror-of such a revolution, that they render it more intense. The sources of thought multiply beyond calculation the sources of feeling; and mingled, they rush together, a torrent deep as strong. Because Portia is endued with that enlarged comprehension, which looks before and after, she does not feel the less, but the more; because from the height of her commanding intellect she can contemplate the force, the tendency, the consequences of her own sentiments-because she is fully sensible of her own situation, and the value of all she concedes-the concession is not made with less entireness and devotion of heart, less confidence in the truth and worth of her lover, than when Juliet, in a similar moment, but without any such intrusive reflections, any check but the instinctive delicacy of her sex, flings herself and her fortunes at the feet of her lover :— And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee, my lord, through all the world.' In Portia's confession, which is not breathed from a moonlit balcony, but spoken openly in the presence of her attendants and vassals, there is nothing of the passionate self-abandonment of Juliet, nor of the artless simplicity of Miranda, but a consciousness and a tender seriousness, approaching to solemnity, which are not less touching. You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, WILLIAM HOWITT. THIS writer has published the following works: "Pantica, or Traditions of the most Ancient Times," two vols.; "The Boy's Country Book;" "The Rural Life of England," two vols.; "The Student Life of Germany;" "A Popular History of Priestcraft in all Ages and Nations;""Colonization and Christianity;" "Visits to Remarkable Places -Old Halls, Battle-fields, and Scenes illustrative of Striking Passages in English History and Poetry," first and second series; "The Rural and Domestic Life of Germany;" "German Experiences, addressed to the English, both stayers at home and goers abroad;" "Homes and Haunts of the most eminent British Poets;""The Hall and the Hamlet, or Scenes and Characters of Country Life." William Howitt, as well as his wife, Mary, contributed largely to the "People's Journal," and afterwards, in consequence of some misunderstanding between themselves and the editor, they established a journal of their own, called "Howitt's Journal," which was well received and encouraged, mingling, as it did, "tasteful literary essays with radical political disquisitions, and bringing them within the reach of every-day men |