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can never confound our exactness of discrimination. When Lope de
Vega himself or Calderona ventured on the boards, they
encountered rigid critics, though in an audience which doted on
them: critics who would not sign their passport to the regions of
immortality till they had sifted their claims to be admitted
there.
That is a little too much, interrupted the knight of St James. We
are not quite so cautious as you. It is not our custom to wait
for the printing of a piece in order to decide on its reputation.
By the very first performance it sinks or swims. It does not even
seem necessary to be inconveniently attentive to the business of
the stage. It is sufficient that we know it for a production of
Don Gabriel, to be persuaded that it combines every excellence.
The works of that poet may justly be considered as commencing a
new era, and fixing the criterion of good taste. The school of
Lope and Calderona was the mere cart of Thespis, compared with
the polished scenes of this great dramatic master. The gentleman,
who looked up to Lope and Calderona as the Sophocles and
Euripides of the Spaniards, could not easily be brought to
acknowledge such wild canons of criticism. This is dramatic
heresy with a vengeance! exclaimed he. Since you compel me,
gentlemen, to decide like you on the fallacious evidence of a
first night, I must tell you that I am not at all satisfied with
this new tragedy of your Don Gabriel. As a poem it abounds more
with glittering conceits than with passages of pathos or
delineations of nature. The verses, three out of four, are
defective either in measure or rhyme; the characters, clumsily
imagined or incongruously supported; and the thoughts have often
the obscurity of a riddle without its ingenuity.
The two authors at table, who, with a prudence equally
commendable and unusual, had said nothing for fear of lying under
the imputation of jealousy, could not help assenting to the last
speaker’s opinions by their looks; which warranted me in
concluding that their silence was less owing to the perfection of
the work than to the dictates of personal policy. As for the
military critics, they got to their old topic of ringing the
changes on Don Gabriel, and exalted him to a level with the
under-tenants of Olympus. This extravagant association with the
demi-gods, this blind and stiff-necked idolatry, divorced the
Castilian from his little stock of patience, so that, raising his
hands to heaven, he broke out abruptly into a volley of
enthusiasm: O divine Lope de Vega, sublime and unrivalled genius,
who has left an immeasurable space between thee and all the
Gabriels who would light their tapers from thy bright effulgence!
and thou, mellow, soft-voiced Calderona, whose elegance and
sweetness, rejecting buskined rant and tragic swell, reign with
undisputed sway over the affections, fear not, either of you,
lest your altars should be overturned by this tongue-tied
nurseling of the muses! It will be the utmost of his renown, if
posterity, before whose eyes your works shall live in daily view,
and form their dear delight, shall enrol his name, as. matter of
history and curious record, on the list of obsolete authors.
This animated apostrophe, for which the company was not at all
prepared, raised a hearty laugh, after which we all rose from
table and withdrew. An apartment had been got ready for me by Don
Alphonso’s order, where I found a good bed; and my lordship,
lying down in luxurious weariness, went to sleep upon the tag of
the Castilian gentleman’s impassioned vindication, and dreamed
most crustily of the injustice done to Lope and Calderona by
ignorant pretenders.
CH. VI. — Gil Blas, walking about the streets of Valencia, meets
with a man of sanctity, whose pious face he has seen somewhere
else. What sort of man this man of sanctity turns out to be.
As I had not been able to complete my view of the city on the
preceding day, I got up betimes in the morning with the intention
of taking another walk. In the street I remarked a Carthusian
friar, who doubtless was thus early in motion to promote the
interests of his order, He walked with his eyes fixed on the
ground, and a gait so holy and contemplative, as to inspire every
passenger with religious awe. His path was in the same direction
as mine, I looked at him with more than ordinary curiosity, and
could not help fancying it was Don Raphael, that man of shifts
and expedients, who has already secured so honourable a niche in
the temple of fame. (See Books I. to VI. of my Memoirs.)
I was so utterly astonished, so thrown off my balance by this
meeting, that instead of accosting the monk, I remained
motionless for some seconds, which gave him time to get the start
of me. Just heaven! said I, were there ever two faces more
exactly alike? I do not know what to make of it! It seems
incredible that Raphael should turn up in such a guise! And yet
how is it possible to be any one else! I felt too great a
curiosity to get at the truth not to pursue the inquiry. Having
ascertained the way to the monastery of the Carthusians, I
repaired thither immediately, in the hope of coming across the
object of my search on his return, and with the full intent of
stopping and parleying with him. But it was quite unnecessary to
wait for his arrival to enlighten my mind on the subject: on
reaching the convent gate, another physiognomy, such as few
persons had read without paying for their lesson, resolved all my
doubts into certainty; for the friar who served in the capacity
of porter was unquestionably my old and godly-visaged servant,
Ambrose de Lamela.
Our surprise was equal on both sides at meeting again in such a
place. Is not this a play upon the senses? said I, paying my
compliments to him. Is it actually one of my friends who presents
himself to my astonished sight? He did not know me again at
first, or probably might pretend not to do so; but reflecting
within himself that it was in vain to deny his own identity, he
assumed the start of a man who all at once hits upon a
circumstance which had hitherto escaped his recollection, Ah,
Signor Gil Blas! exclaimed he, excuse my not recognizing your
person immediately. Since I have lived in this holy place, every
faculty of my soul has been absorbed in the performance of the
duties prescribed by our rules, so that by degrees I lose the
remembrance of all worldly objects and events.
After a separation of ten years, said I, it gives me much
pleasure to find you again in so venerable a garb. For my part,
answered he, it fills me with shame and confusion to appear in it
before a man who has been an eye-witness of my guilty courses.
These ghostly weeds are at once the charm of my present life, and
the condemnation of my former. Alas! added he, heaving a
righteous sigh, to be worthy of wearing it, my earlier years
should have been passed in primitive innocence. By this
discourse, so rational and edifying, replied I, it is plain, my
dear brother, that the finger of the Lord has been upon you, that
you are marked out for a vessel of sanctification. I tell you
once again, I am delighted at it, and would give the world to
know in what miraculous manner you and Raphael were led into the
path of the righteous; for I am persuaded that it was his own
self whom I met in the town, habited as a Carthusian. I was
extremely sorry afterwards not to have stopped and spoken to him
in the street; and I am waiting here to apologize for my neglect
on his return.
You were not mistaken, said Lamela, it was Don Raphael himself
whom you saw; and as for the particulars of our conversion, they
are as follow: After parting with you near Segorba, we struck
into the Valencia road, with the design of bettering our trade by
some new speculation. Chance or destiny one day led our steps
into the church of the Carthusians, while service was performing
in the choir. The demeanour of the brethren attracted our notice,
and we experienced in our own persons the involuntary homage
which vice pays to virtue. We admired the fervour with which they
poured forth their devotions, their looks of pious mortification,
their deadness to the pleasures of the world and the flesh, and
in the settled composure of their countenances, the outward sign
of an approving conscience within.
While making these observations, we fell into a train of thought
which became like manna to the hungry and thirsty soul: we
compared our habits of life with the employments of these holy
men, and the wide difference between our spiritual conditions
filled us with confusion and affright. Lamela, said Don Raphael,
as we went out of church, how do you stand affected by what we
have just seen? For my part, there is no disguising the truth, my
mind is ill at ease. Emotions, new and indescribable, are rushing
upon my mind: and, for the first time in my life, I reproach
myself with the wickedness of my past actions. I am just in the
same temper of soul, answered I; my iniquities are all drawn up
in array against me, they beset me, they stare me in the face; my
heart, hitherto proof against all the arrows of remorse, is at
this moment shot through, torn and disfigured, tormented and
destroyed. Ah! my dear Ambrose, resumed my partner, we are two
stray sheep, whom our Heavenly Father, in mercy, would lead back
gently to the fold. It is he himself, my child, it is he who
warms and guides us. Let us not be deaf to the call of his voice;
let us abandon all our wicked courses, let us begin from this day
to work out our salvation with diligence and in the spirit of
repentance: we had better spend the remainder of our days in this
convent, and consecrate them to penitence and devotion.
I applauded Raphael’s sentiment, continued brother Ambrose; and
we formed the glorious resolution of becoming Carthusians. To
carry it into effect, we applied to the venerable prior, who was
no sooner made acquainted with our purpose, than to ascertain
whether our call was front the world above or the world beneath,
he appointed us to cells, and all the strictness of monkish
discipline, for a whole year. We acted up to the rules with equal
regularity and fortitude, and, by way of reward, were admitted
among the novices. Our condition was so much what we wished it,
and our hearts were so full of religious zeal, that we underwent
the toils of our noviciate with unflinching courage. When that
was over, we professed; after which, Don Raphael, appearing
admirably well qualified, both by natural talent and various
experience, for the management of secular concerns, was chosen
assistant to an old friar who was at that time proctor. The son
of Lucinda would infinitely have preferred dedicating every
remaining moment of his existence to prayer; but he found it
necessary to sacrifice his taste for devotion, in furtherance of
the general prosperity. He entered with so much zeal and
knowledge into the interests of the house, that he was considered
as the most eligible person to succeed the old proctor, who died
three years afterwards. Don Raphael accordingly fills that office
at present; and it may be truly said that he discharges his duty
to the entire satisfaction of all our fathers, who
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