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    " Lauzun . Wronged affection Makes many a Niobe from tears . " Bragelone , in disguise , thus alludes to his own affection ;—" If love was dust , Love like ourselves , hath an immortal soul , That doth survive whate v er it takes from clay ; And that—the holier part of love—became A thing to watch thy steps—a guardian spiritr *

    Elsewhere , he says : — " When the brief sun that gilt the landscape sets , When o ' er the music on the leaves of life Chill silence falls , ^ ind every fluttering hope That voiced the world with song has gone to roost , Then let thy soul from the poor labourer , learn , 1 Sleep ' s sweetest taken soonest ! ' "

    Lauzun , who must have been a tolerable good judge of at least one side of the proposition , utters this very fine moral : — " The broken heart can know no pang Like that which racks the bad heart when its sting Poisons itself , "

    In quoting these detached passages , we must particularly call attention to one more . It is of the highest order of all fine things ever written in prose or poetry . After Bragelone ' s years of disappointment and agonized suffering are brought to a close in the retirement , both of himself and the object of his passion , from the scenes of life to those of religion , he to a monastery while she has just taken the veil , he says : —»

    " All the strife is hush'd ; My heart * s wild sea lies mute , and o ' er the waves The Saviour walks /" Amidst passages , such as we have been quoting , it is both surprising and vexatious to find a number o ( very feeble

    speeches , colloquial expressions , and hackneyed allusions , not objectionable because colloquial , but because they are often used as pointed remarks , even when of the most commonplace kind . Such , for instances , as " The Ides of March are not i rammont bears the bell u w

    come— over "— " G : "—How mv come—not over ; —• urammonc Dears me Den ; —now my heart beats !"— " Wear what thou can ' st win ;"— " You are the glass of fashion !"— " The King ! God bless him ! " ( a toast

    and song !)— " Talk of the devil—you know the proverb !" &c . Common use through ages has worn out these sort of things , so that they produce no effect now , even in the most ordinary private conversation . Equally will the admirer of the fine passages with which this play abounds , be astonished at such dialogue as this : —

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    The Duchess de la Vallihre . 69

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 1, 1837, page 69, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1828/page/22/