Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 August 1887 — Page 1

The Democratic Sentinel

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Shakspeare Study.

Among the many solemn humbugs by which the world is fooled, there is not one more shallow than the pretens. of some tragic rrd to bo considered what are caiiei “students of Siiak-spt-are.” If tit;'- rVtm means anything, it presumes that t'le works oi this poet Are of such mystic and misty profundity that deep research and kindred inspiration are required to discover his hidX'u meaning, and these actors are ordained to expound this bible of tho stage. Humbug! A iragedy is a great literary effort designed, not to be read or meditated upon, but to be represented before a mixed audience. Ids language, therefore, should be clear and unmistakf-11c as it flows from the mouths of the speakers; its actioai si ion Id be clear and perspicuous. If it is not so, then the poet is ail at fault He is not a prophet; his business is not to tell lies about wliat is to be; so he lias no reason to be obscure. There art no two ways about hiui; he has no reason for misleading or for mystifying the people. The so-called student of Shakspeare is a narrow-minded fellow who seeks to torture the palpable meaning of trivial passages into what are termed “new readings” for the purpose of rendering himself conspicuous at the expense of the poet, to .whom lie imputes obscurity, tho very worst fault a dramatist can exhibit. If such, fellows could arouse the sleeping spirit of the grand old man, recall him like the ghost in “ Hamlet” to revisit the glimpses of the moon, and then submit to him their new readings, I can imagine his reply. “What on earth does it matter? Either interpretation will serve. I cannot remember which I intended. My dramas were written under tho spur of necessity to meet the crying needs of the theater of which I was one of the managers. They will be found to contain errors and blemishes. Let thorn be so, and do not encourage infatuated worshipers to turn defects into beau-, ties. Nature is full es imperfections, and if it pleased the great author to leave this work so to eternity, why seek perfection in every miserable little heap of dust? These trivial details you bring to my notiei do not affect the purpose and shape of my play; and if they concern neither the action nor the passion nor the characters, why make so much ado about DOthing? lam neither bonded nor flattered by the blind wo.tship bestowed upon my works by some writers. If my existence had depended upon these text grubbers, I should have been shelved two centuries ago between Ben Johnson and Massinger, or buried with Beaumont and Fletcher. I owe my existence to the stage, to the ac tor. No dramatic poet has any existence in the closet. Out of my thirty-six plays, about a dozed survive. The rest are preserved for the admiration of those who never read them. Each of the dozen will bo found to afford a conspicuous and all-absorb-ing character for the great actor or actress. Whenever a well-written play affords such an opportunity, it will hold its life on the stage. “The ‘Two Gentlemen of Verona’ and ‘Love’s Labor Lost.’ are read as a matter of duty .to the author of * Hamlet’ and ‘ Othello.’ I owe my existence to such actors as Edmund Kean and Garrick, xvho joined spirits with me, embraced ray passion, and embodied my characters. They changed my language and reshaped my work to fit their qualities, and they did it well. This is tho way to study Shakspeare.” The actor’s power to represent a passion is a gift, not a deliberate artistic effort obtained by study. It is a faculty, to be developed and improved by practice. The poet only affords the actor an opportunity to display his powers; one is the complement of the other in the grand result. The actor who is built on a poet—such is the socalled student—is merely a mouthpiece, not an artist, for he should obtain his inspiration as the poet gets his, out of his inner gifts. I, who say this, am both an actor and a poet, and I speak of wliat I know. Then —may I be forgiven for saying so—there are some young women whose education has stopped short somewhere between writing and spelling, who are thrust up into conspicuous positions on the stage, and taking refuge behind their good looks, profess to be students of Shakspeare. O, the humbug of it all! and how the dear world is fooled by it !—Dion Bovr cicault.

In a file twelve inches long, the first six inches from the point does the most of the work. In a machine-cut file the teeth of this part are shorter, and in practice will not bite as well as they will further up. This is because of the shape of the files, in many instances making it impossible for the machine to work on all parts with the same effectiveness. Out of a dozen or more ma-chine-cut files you will not find more than one that is perfect-looking, and very few machine-cut files will bite as well as the hand-cut article. For this reason their teeth break out less easily —because they won’t bite.

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[?] as a Poetry Mill.

To write poetry is merely considered, in Boston, as an elegant accomplishment suitable ti the litterateur, and less a special gift than tho natural and expected result of scholarship and culture. The charming assumption with which a society or meeting of any description designates its m- misers to write a poem on such and 5... h a oc-ea-ion is infinitely amusing. “Why did yon not come to thu literary coterie?” questioned a friend the other day. “Mrs. Dias and Mrs. Anngnos wrote poems for the evening, and wo had a philosophical paper and tableaux.” This was an illustration of the Boston nonchalance regarding “writing poems.” it. is discussed in a malt- f fact way, ns an affair quite of industry rather than of inspiration. !i the birthday or wedding r.nniversa ' < ( prominent person i» to be celeb, * M a fair gotten up, an i v) Motion < - -d. or tho “Old South” re. ,-ivcu.iotlc-i - w tribution toward saving it from 11. d bthu-tive march of tmdo, tin instigatoi of tho affair all write poems- at a nafc ural feature of the entertainment Though the so-called “pout k” i,io. uunieroue, the poets aie few. vet those rhvmcrs and versifier, all enroll them selves i del that bantu r, and ■ a joy the felici t , their b Hos. Tin genuine poi-ts of Boston i*i, almost a.: f. w as of any ether cite. laiiipioibiw,. Lowell, V.'hitticv, erson;. Lon : Chandler Moulton.. ... a VS 0i the almost per IV. g-"' .; Join Boyle U'iiedl. , J r. Holmes, and Mrs. Ho we, in her “Battle Hymn of thu Republic” and her “Scaled Orders,” make up all that I now recall who Boom to have any claim to poetic immortality. Yet tho people who grind out their poems to, on, and for every occasion, are as numerous ns the prose writers. Volume after volume is published here of mero prosaic prose that rhymes, and is labeled—l came near saying libeled —poetry. What becomes of it is a mystery I cannot fathom. Where do all the dull* books go to, any way? one wonders. The number of volumes * of “poems” thut contain, perhaps, one that really merits tho name and retains the whole, is a signal advance over those that have nothing in them but mechanical rhyme. It is singular that in a city which may, perhaps, not unaptly be designated as the literary capital of the country, there is bo marked a lack of fine literary discrimination. Form more than spirit, quantity more than quality, appears to take precedence. To “publish a volume of poems” is as much the part of the natural expectation as to read the current literature and attend tho symphony concerts. Whether the poems are worth publishing is a consideration that does not seem to present itself.- -JBostovi Cor. Cleveland Leader.

Keen Observation.

A man in never ho much impressed with his wife’s power of discernment ns when he goes home drunk and attempts to play sober. As a rule/ the man has only taken one drink. He doesn’t understand why*one drink should make him drunk, but after o while he acknowledges that he did take two drinks, but the last one was so small that he had forgotten it. When Mr. Harvey Blades, a wellknown official of Arkansas, went homo, he had reached that close observing stage of intoxication when a man stops and minutely examine® the most unimportant objects and makes wise comments. In this state of drunkenness, a man takes notice of every household article. Every chair demands a certain amount' of attention. After sitting down with studied gravity, Mr. Haiwey Blades noticed a feather lying on the floor. He debated for a while whether or not it would be an illustration of sobriety to remove it, and remembering that he Lad often seen his wife pick feathers from the carpet after having jammed the pillows in making the bed, he arose, took up the feather, examined it a moment, raised a window and threw it out. This performance did not entirely satisfy him, for in liia mind there lurked a suspicion that his wife might fancy him to bo drunk. In looking around for another test he discovered the water-bucket. He knew that to bring fresh water, beyond a doubt, would settle the question of his sobriety, so he took up the bucket and went out to the well. Feeling around and not finding the “moss-covered bucket,” but deciding that it must be at the bottom of the well, he began to turn the windlass. For fifteen minutes he turned the crank. “Deepest well I ever saw,” he mused, and continued togrind. After awhile his wife came out and said: “Harvey, what in the name of common sense are you doing?” “Try’n to draw bucket water. Deepest well I ever saw. Grindin’ for hour,, bucket not up yet." “Why, don’t you know that we had the well cleaned out, and that tha bucket has been taken off? Come bn away. Yon are as drunk as a fooi.” “Keenes’ observation I ever saw,* said the gentleman to himself. “Nezer saw thing like iL”—Arkansaw Traveler* l x '

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