11 March 1880 • Hartford, Conn. (MS: NN-BGC, UCCL 02539)
Many thanks—I have telephoned & district-messengered Bliss to start the book to you immediately. It will be on its way per the noon train today.
I take so much pleasure in my story that I am loth to hurry, I not wanting to get it done. Did I ever tell you the plot of it? It begins at 9 a.m., Jan. 27, 1547, seventeen & a half hours before Henry VIIIs death, by the swapping of clothes and places, between the prince of Wales & a pauper boy of the same age & countenance (& half as much learning & still more genius & imagination) andⒶemendation after that, the rightful small king has a rough time among tramps & ruffians in the country parts of Kent, whilst the small bogus king has a gilded & most & worshiped & dreary & restrained & cussed cl time of it on the throne—& this all goes on for three weeks—till the midst of the coronation grandeurs in Westminster Abbey Feb. 20, when the ragged true king forces his way in but cannot prove his genuineness—but the bogus king, by a remembered incident of the first day is able to prove it for him—whereupon clothes are changed & the coronation proceeds under the new & rightful conditions.
My idea is to afford a realizing sense of the exceeding severity of the laws of that day by inflicting some of their penalties upon the king himself & allowing him a chance to see the rest of them applied to others—all of which is to account for certain mildnesses which distinguished Edward VIs reign from those that preceded & followed it.
Imagine this fact—I have even fascinated Mrs. Clemens with this yarn for youth. I usually My stuff generally gets considerable damning with faint praise out of her, but this time it is all the other way. She is become the horse-leech’s daughter & my mill doesn’t grind fast enough to suit her. This is no mean triumph, my dear sir.
Last night, for the first time in ages, we went to the theatre—to see Yorick’s Love. The magnificence of it is beyond praise. The language is so beautiful, the passion so fine, the plot so ingenious, the whole thing so stirring, so charming, so pathetic! But I will clip from the Courant—it says it right. And what a good company it is, & how like live people they all acted! The “thee’s” & the “thou’s” had a pleasant sound, since it is the language of the Prince & the Pauper. You’ve done the country a service in that admirable work.
Say—couldn’t you Howellses run down here & give us a visit? Come, now, say you will? Do—we’ll have a quiet & comfortable good time. Mrs. Clemens distinctly & cordially invites Mrs. Howells, & would write it herself, only I tell her these rigid ceremonies can’t be necessary between these two families of friends. Say—will you do it?
You see, I judge we don’t go to Boston before the middle or end of April—thank you very much for those offers, & the same are hereby enthusiastically accepted.
“Yorick’s Love.”
Mr. Howells’s new tragedy, translated and
adapted from the Spanish, was played
last
night in the opera house by Lawrence Bar-
rett and a strong supporting company. The
house was fair in size and
enthusiastic in its
recognition of the great power of the play.
It followed the moving course of the inevita-
ble
tragedy with absorbed interest, and testi-
fied its approval by calling for the leading ac-
tors again and again. Mr.
Barrett, may be
satisfied with the honors he won in it, and his
associates be contented to share the applause
on
their excellent acting.
“Yorick’s Love” is one of the most power-
ful of modern plays. In
point of force,
purity, intensity of passion and artistic com-
position it is almost an anachronism in these days.Ⓐemendation
It takes us back to the times of Shakespeare in
more senses than one. In depth of passion and
beauty of diction it
is a notable play for any time.
The plot is unique, but it seems to be almost of the
devising of the great dramatist
himself, at least it
is such a one as he would delightedⒶemendation to have embel-
lished with his genius. We have already given it in
full and need not here repeat it. It is a play
within
a play, in which the actors enact on the stage a
tragedy which is perfectly real to the actors. Yor-
ick is the comedian of the Globe theater. His
young wife, whom he passionately loves, is in love
with
Master Edmund, the adopted son of Yorick,
and the two young lovers, who are
guilty only of a
hopeless passion, are conscience stricken and in
despair. Yorick has no
suspicion of his trusted
protege or of his wife Alice. But these actors are
to take part in a new
play in which the injured hus-
band, the faithless wife and the lover are the leading
characters. Before the play comes
on Yorick has his
jealousy excited, but his suspicions do not extend
to Edmund until in the
crisis of the play an inter-
cepted letter is placed in his hands (instead of the
stage letter) and the death of his
rival and his own
suicide follow.
The passion of jealousy in an unsuspicious nature
has never in any modern play been more
powerful-
ly portrayed, and Mr. Barrett’s rendition of it de-
serves the highest praise. He is playing all
the
time in double part, that of the actor and the man
in the play, and his skill in this difficult feat is of
the
highest. His stage manner (which we have
thought sometimes too pronounced) is even a strong
and natural point in this
situation.
The play is full of beauty. In the height of sen-
timent it is never sentimental, in the stress of
pas-
sion it is never forced. We suppose that Mr. How-
ells is to be credited with the exquisite language of
the
play, and perhaps with some of the allusions
which so happily keep the play in the Shakespeare
region. There is no
affectation of ancient style, but
the whole diction is in beautiful keeping with the
time of the characters. We are
certain that it will
bear reading for its exquisite style and the noble
beauty of its sentiment, and that it will be
hardly
less moving off the stage than on.
Want of space compels us to be brief, and we
will only say in all heartiness that author and
trag-
edian have produced and represented a really great
tragedy.
MS, NN-BGC. The enclosure, from the Hartford Courant, 11 March 1880, 2, is transcribed from a microfilm of the newspaper in CU-MARK.
MTL , 1:377, partial publication; MTHL, 1:291–92.
See Howells Letters in Description of Provenanceclick to open link.