STROLLING ACTRESSES DRESSING IN A BARN.

"Since Thespis, mighty father of the art,

Declaim'd, and rav'd, and ranted in a cart,

His wandering offspring, to their parent true,

Have kept their great original in view:

Patents they scorn, as modern innovation,

And here have humbly made a barn their station:

A barn!--in which though time has made a breach,

They cleave the general air with horrid speech.

"The wearied rustic now the flail suspends,

And the drum's thunder all the region rends;

Where erst the reapers sung their Harvest Home,

The martial trumpet echoes through the dome;

Remov'd, the chaff-dispersing, winnowing fly,

Lo! the Norwegian banners flout the sky:[145]

Where perch'd the moping owl, we now behold

The Roman eagle wave his wings in gold;

And where the circling bat each night was seen,

Medea's dragons draw their barbarous queen:

On that oak floor, once pil'd with sheaves of corn,

See Juliet's bier in sad procession borne;

Where the sleek rat was wont to pilfer grain,

The fiery Tibbald falls, and Hamlet's slain!

And where each night the cunning weazel crept,

Richard has roar'd, and Desdemona wept."--E.

[Illustration: STROLLING ACTRESSES DRESSING IN A BARN.]

Mr. Horace Walpole thinks that this print, for wit and imagination,

without any other end, ought to be ranked as the first of Hogarth's

works; and Rouquet, in the only mention he makes of it, says: "Les

comédiens de campagne sont représentés dans une grange, au milieu

d'un mélange ridicule de misere et de pompe théatrale, se préparant à

jouer une tragédie."

The scene is laid in a barn,[146] and intended to represent the state

dressing-room of a strolling company. Here at one hour the gallant

Hotspur laces on his leathern armour, and at another the lively

Beatrice laces on her stays. The time is evening, and the actors

from the London theatres are preparing to perform a farce, which,

by the play-bill, is declared to be _The Devil to pay in Heaven_.

The _dramatis personæ_ are principally deities, and deities of the

first order. On the bill are the names of Jupiter, Juno, Diana,

Flora, Night, Siren, Aurora, Eagle, Cupid, two devils, a ghost, and

attendants. To this divine catalogue is added rope-dancing, tumbling,

etc. The inferior performers are: two musical kittens, a pair of

fiery dragons, one Roman eagle, and though last mentioned, not least

in consequence, a venerable monkey.

Seated upon an inverted wheel-barrow, which may occasionally serve

for a triumphal car, a lady, who by her haughty demeanour and

imperial crown we know to be the ox-eyed Juno, is majestically

stretching out her leg, and pathetically rehearsing her part.

Descended from her ebon car, with a sooty face, and star-bespangled

robe sweeping the ground, the sable goddess Night is mending her

majesty's stocking. The Star of Evening, which sheds its sober light

above her head, is apparently formed of a brass instrument used in

making pastry. A venerable female, with one eye, who by the dagger in

her mantle we conjecture to be the Tragic Muse,[147] is cutting off a

cat's tail, in order to extract a sanguine stream for some murderous

representation, or that

"The mailed Mars may on his altar sit

Up to the ears in blood."

But this savage amputation, which seems to excite no emotion in the

operator, is warmly resented by the feline sufferer, who, enraged at

the pain, revenges this barbarous indignity by tearing, with teeth

and talons, the female tumbler who holds her; and, could she speak,

would vehemently exclaim, in the words of Shakspeare,

"Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence."

Two little devils, with horns just budded, are eagerly contesting the

right in a flagon of ale, out of which one is drinking, and seems

determined to get to the bottom, if it were a mile. The flagon has

been placed on a Grecian altar, with a loaf of bread and a pipe of

tobacco, which being still lighted, the smoke ascends in curling

eddies; the grateful incense is inhaled by all present,

"And heavenly fragrance fills the circuit wide."

The fascinating female stripped to her chemise, her head decorated

with feathers and flowers, is marked by her crescent to be the

goddess of the silver bow--the chaste Diana. A principal figure in

the picture, with one foot resting upon her hoop, the other behind

the altar,

"She stands like feather'd Mercury

New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;"

impressed with the dignity of her character, and inspired with divine

fervour, she is rehearsing her part. At her right hand the blooming

Flora is seated at her toilet: and the toilet of Flora is a wicker

hamper, to which is appended a label inscribed _Jewels_; from whence

we may naturally infer that it contains the glittering regalia of

the company. "Her robe of various dyes" is carelessly thrown over it

as a veil; and placed upon it is somewhat like part of a coffee-mill

with a candle in it, a broken looking-glass, a broken ivory comb,

and an oyster-shell, containing what Mr. Warren emphatically calls

"love-inspiring rouge," "to dye the white rose to a bloody red."

One hand holds a candle, with which she delicately pastes up her

hair--"sweets to the sweet!" the other grasps a dredger to powder her

head.

Apollo and Cupid are jointly engaged in reaching down a pair of

stockings that are hung to dry on a cloud. The little archer--

"Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,

Liege of all loiterers and malcontents"--

the little archer has wings, but they will not exalt him to the

clouded canopy; he is obliged to mount a ladder.

On the ground, beneath him, is Aurora, designated by "the bright

morning star, day's harbinger," glittering in her hair. Her

rosy fingers are employed in the service of the charming though

intoxicated siren, who offers the hero (that is perhaps intended

to personate Ganymede) a glass of spirits. This the cupbearer of

Jupiter very gladly accepts, in the hope of relief from an aching

tooth, the agony of which is intimated by his countenance, and the

handkerchief, which was once lost by the chaste Desdemona, being held

up to his face:

"There was never yet philosopher

That could endure the toothache patiently;

However they have writ the style of gods,

And made a pish at chance and sufferance."

In one corner a lady, who personates Jove's eagle, is feeding a child.

"Within the hollow crown

That rounds the mortal temples of a king,"

is placed a tin saucepan with the infant's food. The child, terrified

with the enormous beak hanging over its head, refuses the proffered

nourishment. This crown once pressed the brow of haughty Bolingbroke:

"And when young Harry did the crown purloin,

He wept--because it was not current coin."

In the other corner, a monkey, in a long cloak, a bag-wig, and

solitaire, is degrading the plumed helmet of Alexander.

Two kittens seem happily engaged: one of them, in a style that shows

she has a fine finger, "touches the trembling lyre;" the other

rolls an orb imperial. Near them are a number of balls,[148] and two

cups; which intimate that this company of comedians practise sleight

of hand, and to fill their house will sometimes condescend to play

legerdemain tricks. In the same part of the print are three emblems

of the law--two judges' periwigs, and a halter.

A mitre filled with tragedies and farces, and a dark lantern, are

placed upon a pulpit-cushion. Whether the artist intended these for

symbols of the church, and designed to hint at the dark cloud which

long enveloped the mysteries of religion, or had any other meaning,

must be determined by those who have studied polemic divinity, and

considered ecclesiastical history.

A trunk, which has occasionally served for the concealment of

Iachimo, and been displayed as the coffin of Juliet, is now placed

with the end upwards, and become the reading-desk of the ox-eyed

Juno. Upon it is a tinder-box, and the thunderbolt of Jove, a

salt-box, and a rolling-pin. The two last articles have much

importance in the catalogue of the properties of their orchestra.

Their leading musical instrument, the sonorous bass-viol, leans

against the altar, and the sweet-sounding lyre lies on the floor.

Ten small tallow candles, stuck in clay, will be fastened to a hoop,

which, suspended by a packthread over the centre of the stage, must

form a most magnificent chandelier.

On that bed which has been pressed by the gentle Desdemona, and

softened the sleep of beauteous Imogen, are two play-bills and four

eggs. One of the eggs is broken: the others may perhaps be intended

to render the silver-toned siren's voice more softly musical.

Two sets of waves, which gave the tempest-tossed vessel an appearance

of being suspended

"'Twixt the green sea and cloudy canopy

Of o'er-arching heaven,"

are in a dead calm, resting against the wall. One of them is become

the roosting place of a hen and chickens.

The frieze, festooned column, and arched door, form part of their

grand scene; but they, as well as the vase with flowers, are in too

elegant a style for their accompaniments.

The spirit-stirring drum, martial trumpet, and enchanted besom, make

an admirable trophy. The two first may serve to call the shallow

Richmond to arms, or rouse Macbeth to more than mortal deeds; the

latter is unquestionably used in the incantations of Hecate, and may

be sometimes bestrid by one of the weird sisters, to "ride in the

whirlwind, and direct the storm."

The two dragons will astonish a rustic audience; and the rattling

car, rolled over elastic planks, will make dreadful thunder.[149]

The British flag must wave for every nation upon earth;[150] may be

borne before Macedonia's madman in his triumphal entry, or wave upon

the battlements of Macbeth's castle. It is either the ensign of Henry

or the standard of Coriolanus.

The straw deposited in a corner may serve for the bed of Lear, the

head of Edgar, or the hands of the fair Ophelia.

Canopied by an opaque cloud, inscribed "Oedipus" and "Jocasta," and

evidently intended as a scene in Lee's mad play,[151] we discover

the heads of two figures reposing in the straw, instead of the

garden, "as was their custom in the afternoon."

A fellow, clambered to the top of the barn, is profanely prying into

the hallowed mysteries of the green-room. A little lower is the

Roman eagle and standard; close to them a paint-pot, palette, and

pencils. The very natural appearance of two rural scenes which lean

against the wooden wall, evince that some eminent artist has united

the two professions, and is both painter and hero to the company.

"Hills and dales are of his dressing." He can delineate the blasted

oak or nodding turret, the lofty castle or humble cottage, with such

brilliancy of colouring and splendour of effect, that the astonished

connoisseur sometimes exclaims,

"There is something in this more than nature,

If philosophy could find it out."

A target, close to the altar, is richly embossed with Medusa's head.

A salt-box, before the divine Juno, is chalked with hieroglyphic

marks that might have been originally made by this sovereign daughter

of the drama as a check upon an alehouse score. This economical

attention to Cocker's _Arithmetic_ is very necessary with even a

royal revenue; for

"He who to-night is seated on a throne,

Calls subjects, empires, kingdoms, all his own,

Who wears the diadem and regal robe,

Next morning shall awake as poor as Job.

"Hard is the fortune of a strolling player,

Necessity's rough burden doom'd to bear;

And scanty is the pittance he can earn,

Wandering from town to town, from barn to barn.

Where are my forty knights? cries frantic Lear.

A page replies, Your majesty, they're here,--

When, lo! two bailiffs, and a writ appear."[152]

The chemise, apron, cap, and ruffles, hanging upon a rope to dry,

display marks of a laudable industry, and prove that these dignified

personages, maugre their exalted rank, wash their own linen. The

gridiron, close to the bed, intimates that they are not above

broiling their own beefsteaks.

The expression of the figures in this print is admirable. Nothing

can exceed the mock-heroic dignity of Juno;[153] she is as haughty

as one of her own peacocks. The Tragic Muse has been so frequently

up to the ears in blood, that she laughs at the tortures of the poor

quadruped whose tail she is cutting off. The faces of the tumbler,

the cat, and the Medusa, in beauty and character, "contend for

mastery."

A little devil, who has his fist clenched, and threatens the other

for drinking so deep, is admirably marked; from the eyes of his

twin-brother, with the vessel to his mouth, we see that he highly

relishes and greedily inhales the delicious draught.

The group, formed by the five preceding characters, is well

composed, and their various dispositions most forcibly delineated. In

the ranting representative of the pale moon, unblushing, unabashed

impudence; in the siren, mawkish intoxication; and in Ganymede, an

appearance of that agony which arises from the toothache.

Notwithstanding the candle that is near setting fire to the hamper of

jewels, we see through a breach in the thatch that this is a daylight

picture; in so shattered a tenement, it is not easy to determine from

what source the figures are illuminated.

From the Act of Parliament which lies upon the bed, we learn that

this diabolical drama will be their last performance; and when

this abstract and brief chronicle of the times have fretted their

little hour upon the stage, and made their exit, the barn will be

appropriated to its proper uses:

"Rich harvests bury all their pride has plann'd,

And laughing Ceres reassume the land."

That time come,

"This glittering show

Of canvas, paint, and plaister shall lie low;

These gorgeous palaces, yon cloud-capt scene--

This barn itself will be a barn again:

The spirit-stirring drum will cease to roar,

The prompter's whistle will be heard no more;

But echoing sounds of rustic toil prevail,

The winnowing hiss, and clapping of the flail:

Hither once more may unhous'd vagrants fly,

To shun the inclement blast and pelting sky:

On Lear's own straw gipsies may rest their head,

And trulls lie snug in Desdemona's bed."

The original picture is in the possession of Mr. Wood of Lyttlecote,

who purchased it for twenty-six guineas!

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