greater at his moral energy, which never yet lost its supremacy amid such conflicting and rebellious elements of life. Unfortunately, the accounts we have of Shakspeare's inner personal life are meagre in the extreme. On this point, again, we must be guided principally by his own poems. That a moral tone breathes through all Shakspeare's dramas-that the view of men and things which is advanced in them, and is the basis on which they are constructed, is strictly Christian, will be shown in the following section. Any direct personal reference, however, to the author himself, which may be drawn from them, must, from the very essence of dramatic art, be strained and arbitrary. His few lyrical pieces, and especially the sonnets, are much more valuable in this respect. In these we may still clearly discover many traces of the painful struggle which it cost him, at times, to maintain this moral empire over himself. We here see him summoning all his resolution to his aid; and his soul now rising and now falling, and again buoyed up on the wave of a rich inner life. We hear him thus exhorting "Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, SONNET 146. or seeking to arm it against the tempestuous attacks of sin, and the sensual lusts and passions; calling "lust in action," "The expense of spirit in a waste of shame;" and averting his soul from its seductions by painting it as "Perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame. SONNET 129. We here see him, too, unwearied in the pursuit of truth, and striving, even in private life, to be inviolably true, discerning, in truth alone-eternity (Sonnet 123); and, consequently, driving from himself and friends all flatterers, sycophants, and "suborned informers," (Sonnets 125, 82, 85, 86) and asking of himself, in surprise, "Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? SONNET 76. We see him, in general, pervaded by a free and fresh energy of life, but that, nevertheless, there were yet hours in which he fell into melancholy and painful despondency, during which he felt utterly wretched, and complained -"The sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow; But out! alack! he was but one hour mine." SONNET 33. (See also Sonnets 30, 29, &c.)—times in which he wept over the transitoriness of all human grandeur, beauty, and nobleness (64). We see that, in like manner, he was generally, it is true, elevated by a calm consciousness of his own greatness and immortal mastership (Sonnets 55, 60, 63, 65, 81, 101, 107); while there were yet times at which his works appeared to him empty, mean, and worthless, and, giving way to a "dream of self-contempt," wished to be "Like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, SONNET 29. and when he complained that his muse had not "grown in a growing age to bring a dearer birth," when in short he "in himself could nothing worthy prove" (32, 71, 72.) Highly interesting are the three sonnets which I quote entire, because they not only vouchsafe to us a deep insight into the inmost feelings of Shakspeare's soul, but likewise throw considerable light upon the mode and manner in which he regarded his position as a poet and actor. 110. "ALAS, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affection new. Most true it is, that I have looked on truth A god in love, to whom I am confin'd. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, 111. "O, for my sake do you with fortune chide, Than public means, which public manners breeds. Pity me, then, dear friend, and I assure ye, 112. "Your love and pity doth the impression fill You are my all-the-world, and I must strive To know my shame and praises from your tongue ; That my steel'd sense or changes, right or wrong. In the profound abysm I throw all care Of others' voices, that my adder's sense Mark how with my neglect I do dispense : You are so strongly in my purpose bred, That all the world besides methinks are dead." The first two of these sonnets are in the printed edition of? Jaggard, which appeared in 1599. They therefore may be probably assigned to the year 1595-7-8, and to the same period, without doubt, belongs also the third, since it is evidently the tranquillizing conclusion to the other two, and suggested, seemingly, by the remonstrance of a friend. The second sonnet alludes distinctly to Shakspeare's position as a player, and clearly proves that the profession was already hateful to him, and on that account he at that early period meditated upon quitting it. The same sonnet, moreover, furnishes a ready explanation of the fact, that after this date he rarely appeared as an actor, and when he did so he undertook merely subordinate parts, such as that of Adam, in "As You Like It," and of the Ghost in "Hamlet." The two others, on the other hand, demonstrate that even subsequently to 1592, his compositions were still exposed to unfriendly remarks and criticism. The admission, however, which he makes in the first, that he had "looked on truth askance and strangely," can only refer to his earliest works, in which unquestionably there is much exaggeration and incompleteness. But that he should "have gone here and there" before he could discover the right path-whether he is alluding to the indiscretions, or to some unknown unsuccessful essays of his youth-that is the common fate of all great minds, who, in truth, can only go their own way, while that he "should have made himself a motley to the view," "gored his own thoughts," and "sold cheap what is most dear," is the confession of a poetic genius, who was well aware that his heart's best blood was flowing in his poems, but that the world was incapable of appreciating the rare excellence that was therein presented to them, and so corrupt as to tread under foot whatever is most precious and most exalted. Such a mind, however, would feel itself endued with fresh vigour by its many essays, wanderings, and false steps: "These blenches," he says, "gave my heart another youth;" the eternal youth of art and love would live in his heart, his spirit would feel itself raised at once above the praise or blame, the flattery or censure, of the blind multitude. Having found the right path, he pursues it, and nothing can move his "steeled sense" but the judgment of the noblest and most learned. In their love and friendship he finds the true anchor of his life. In fact, the love and friendship of the great and noble appears to have been the most invigorating and refreshing spring of comfort for Shakspeare's heart. It was his substitute for the happiness of domestic life, which either his own fault or his misfortunes had embittered. Of no other poet, of any age or nation, is such ardent warmth of love and friendship recorded as that which finds utterance in Shakspeare's sonnets. They abound in the tenderest and most touching proofs of self-sacrifice and devotion. I scarcely deem it necessary to observe, although their object was a man of high distinction like the Earl of Pembroke, that the feeling on Shakspeare's part was perfectly pure, and wholly unmixed with any ulterior motive or interest. This is so apparent, that the slightest doubt of it were an offence against the truth and nobleness of man's nature. Shakspeare seems, indeed, to have possessed in an eminent degree a capacity for friendship-a gift which is far from being as common as is often thought. Among hundreds, who to-day call themselves friends, scarcely one could be found in whom the name. is not a hollow phrase or an actual cheat. Genuine friendship is in all times the most perfect and thoroughly infallible proof of genuine nobility of soul. Besides the Earl of Pembroke, who of all appears to have been his most intimate and familiar friend, Shakspeare enjoyed the friendship of many others, who, so far as they are known to us, appear in every respect worthy of him. Of Southampton, and of Pembroke's brother, the Earl of Montgomery, we have already spoken. Besides these, he lived on the most familiar and friendly terms with his fellow actors, Burbage, Hemynge, and Cundell, as is proved by his will, and by their publication of his collected works. Augustus Philips, too, who was also one |