In the old drama there had been much that was reprehensible.But whoever compares even the least decorous plays of Fletcher with those contained in the volume before us will see how much the profligacy which follows a period of overstrained austerity goes beyond the profligacy which precedes such a period.The nation resembled the demoniac in the New Testament.The Puritans boasted that the unclean spirit was cast out.The house was empty, swept, and garnished; and for a time the expelled tenant wandered through dry places seeking rest and finding none.But the force of the exorcism was spent.The fiend returned to his abode; and returned not alone.He took to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself.They entered in, and dwelt together: and the second possession was worse than the first.
We will now, as far as our limits will permit, pass in review the writers to whom Mr.Leigh Hunt has introduced us.Of the four, Wycherley stands, we think, last in literary merit, but first in order of time, and first, beyond all doubt, in immorality.
WILLIAM WYCHERLEY was born in 1640.He was the son of a Shropshire gentleman of old family, and of what was then accounted a good estate: The properly was estimated at six hundred a year, a fortune which, among the fortunes at that time, probably ranked as a fortune of two thousand a year would rank in our days.
William was an infant when the civil war broke out; and, while he was still in his rudiments, a Presbyterian hierarchy and a republican government were established on the ruins of the ancient Church and throne.Old Mr.Wycherley was attached to the royal cause, and was not disposed to intrust the education of his heir to the solemn Puritans who now ruled the universities and public schools.Accordingly the young gentleman was sent at fifteen to France.He resided some time in the neighbourhood of the Duke of Montausier, chief of one of the noblest families of Touraine.The Duke's wife, a daughter of the house of Rambouillet, was a finished specimen of those talents and accomplishments for which her race was celebrated.The young foreigner was introduced to the splendid circle which surrounded the Duchess, and there he appears to have learned some good and some evil.In a few years he returned to his country a fine gentleman and a Papist.His conversion, it may safely be affirmed, was the effect not of any strong impression on his understanding, or feelings, but partly of intercourse with an agreeable society in which the Church of Rome was the fashion, and partly of that aversion to Calvinistic austerities which was then almost universal among young Englishmen of parts and spirit, and which, at one time, seemed likely to make one half of them Catholics, and the other half Atheists.
But the Restoration came.The universities were again in loyal hands; and there was reason to hope that there would be again a national Church fit for a gentleman.Wycherley became a member of Queen's College, Oxford, and abjured the errors of the Church of Rome.The somewhat equivocal glory of turning, for a short time, a good-for-nothing Papist into a good-for-nothing Protestant is ascribed to Bishop Barlow.
Wycherley left Oxford without taking a degree, and entered at the Temple, where he lived gaily for some years, observing the humours of the town, enjoying its pleasures, and picking up just as much law as was necessary to make the character of a pettifogging attorney or of a litigious client entertaining in a comedy.
From an early age he had been in the habit of amusing himself by writing.Some wretched lines of his on the Restoration are still extant.Had he devoted himself to the making of verses, he would have been nearly as far below Tate and Blackmore as Tate and Blackmore are below Dryden.His only chance for renown would have been that he might have occupied a niche in a satire, between Flecknoe and Settle.There was, however, another kind of composition in which his talents and acquirements qualified him to succeed; and to that he judiciousily betook himself.
In his old age he used to say that he wrote Love in a Wood at nineteen, the Gentleman Dancing-Master at twenty-one, the Plain Dealer at twenty-five, and the Country Wife at one or two and thirty.We are incredulous, we own, as to the truth of this story.Nothing that we know of Wycherley leads us to think him incapable of sacrificing truth to vanity.And his memory in the decline of his life played him such strange tricks that we might question the correctness of his assertion without throwing any imputation on his veracity.It is certain that none of his plays was acted till 1672, when he gave Love in a Wood to the public.
It seems improbable that he should resolve, on so important an occasion as that of a first appearance before the world, to run his chance with a feeble piece, written before his talents were ripe, before his style was formed, before he had looked abroad into the world; and this when he had actually in his desk two highly-finished plays, the fruit of his matured powers.When we look minutely at the pieces themselves, we find in every part of them reason to suspect the accuracy of Wycherley's statement.In the first scene of Love in a Wood, to go no further, we find many passages which he could not have written when he was nineteen.
