THE RELIGION OF ACTORS.

"The world has hitherto so little troubled its head with the points of

doctrine held by a community which contributes in other ways so largely

to its amusement, that, before the late mischance of a celebrated

tragic actor, it scarce condescended to look into the practice of any

individual player, much less to inquire into the hidden and abscondite

springs of his actions. Indeed, it is with some violence to the

imagination that we conceive of an actor as belonging to the relations

of private life, so closely do we identify these persons in our mind

with the characters which they assume upon the stage. How oddly does it

sound, when we are told that the late Miss Pope, for instance,--that

is to say, in our notion of her, Mrs. Candor,--was a good daughter, an

affectionate sister, and exemplary in all the parts of domestic life!

With still greater difficulty can we carry our notions to church, and

conceive of Liston kneeling upon a hassock, or Munden uttering a pious

ejaculation, 'making mouths at the invisible event.' But the times are

fast improving; and if the process of sanctity begun under the happy

auspices of the present licenser go on to its completion, it will be

as necessary for a comedian to give an account of his faith as of his

conduct. Fawcett must study the five points; and Dicky Suett, if he were

alive, would have had to rub up his catechism. Already the effects of it

begin to appear. A celebrated performer has thought fit to oblige the

world with a confession of his faith,--or, Br----'s 'Religio Dramatici.'

This gentleman, in his laudable attempt to shift from his person the

obloquy of Judaism, with the forwardness of a new convert, in trying to

prove too much, has, in the opinion of many, proved too little. A simple

declaration of his Christianity was sufficient; but, strange to say,

his apology has not a word about it. We are left to gather it from some

expressions which imply that he is a Protestant; but we did not wish to

inquire into the niceties of his orthodoxy. To his friends of the _old

persuasion_ the distinction was impertinent; for what cares Rabbi Ben

Kimchi for the differences which have split our novelty? To the great

body of Christians that hold the Pope's supremacy--that is to say, to

the major part of the Christian world--his religion will appear as

much to seek as ever. But perhaps he conceived that all Christians are

Protestants, as children, and the common people call all that are not

animals Christians. The mistake was not very considerable in so young a

proselyte. Or he might think the general (as logicians speak) involved

in the particular. All Protestants are Christians; but I am a

Protestant; _ergo_, etc.: as if a marmoset, contending to be a man,

overleaping that term as too generic and vulgar, should at once roundly

proclaim himself to be a gentleman. The argument would be, as we say,

_ex abundanti_. From whichever cause this _excessus in terminis_

proceeded, we can do no less than congratulate the general state of

Christendom upon the accession of so extraordinary a convert. Who was

the happy instrument of the conversion we are yet to learn: it comes

nearest to the attempt of the late pious Doctor Watts to Christianize

the Psalms of the Old Testament. Something of the old Hebrew raciness is

lost in the transfusion; but much of its asperity is softened and pared

down in the adaptation.

"The appearance of so singular a treatise at this conjuncture has set

us upon an inquiry into the present state of religion upon the stage

generally. By the favor of the church-wardens of Saint Martin's in the

Fields, and Saint Paul's, Covent Garden, who have very readily, and with

great kindness, assisted our pursuit, we are enabled to lay before the

public the following particulars. Strictly speaking, neither of the two

great bodies is collectively a religious institution. We had expected to

have found a chaplain among them, as at Saint Stephen's, and other Court

establishments; and were the more surprised at the omission, as the last

Mr. Bengough, at the one house, and Mr. Powell at the other, from a

gravity of speech and demeanor, and the habit of wearing black at their

first appearances in the beginning of _fifth_ or the conclusion of

_fourth acts_, so eminently pointed out their qualifications for such

office. These corporations, then, being not properly congregational,

we must seek the solution of our question in the tastes, attainments,

accidental breeding, and education of the individual members of them.

As we were prepared to expect, a majority at both houses adhere to the

religion of the Church Established, only that at one of them a pretty

strong leaven of Catholicism is suspected,--which, considering the

notorious education of the manager at a foreign seminary, is not so much

to be wondered at. Some have gone so far as to report that Mr. T----y,

in particular, belongs to an order lately restored on the Continent. We

can contradict this: that gentleman is a member of the Kirk of Scotland;

and his name is to be found, much to his honor, in the list of seceders

from the congregation of Mr. Fletcher. While the generality, as we have

said, are content to jog on in the safe trammels of national orthodoxy,

symptoms of a sectarian spirit have broken out in quarters where we

should least have looked for it. Some of the ladies at both houses are

deep in controverted points. Miss F----e, we are credibly informed, is

_Sub-_, and Madame V----a _Supra_-Lapsarian. Mr. Pope is the last of the

exploded sect of the Ranters. Mr. Sinclair has joined the Shakers. Mr.

Grimaldi, Senior, after being long a Jumper, has lately fallen into some

whimsical theories respecting the Fall of Man; which he understands,

not of an allegorical, but a _real tumble_, by which the whole body of

humanity became, as it were, lame to the performance of good works.

Pride he will have to be nothing but a stiff neck; irresolution, the

nerves shaken; an inclination to sinister paths, crookedness of the

joints; spiritual deadness, a paralysis; want of charity, a contraction

in the fingers; despising of government, a broken head; the plaster, a

sermon; the lint to bind it up, the text; the probers, the preachers; a

pair of crutches, the old and new law; a bandage, religious obligation:

a fanciful mode of illustration, derived from the accidents and habits

of his past calling _spiritualized_, rather than from any accurate

acquaintance with the Hebrew text, in which report speaks him but a raw

scholar. Mr. Elliston, from all that we can learn, has his religion yet

to choose; though some think him a Muggletonian."

* * * * *

Willis, in his "Pencillings by the Way," describing his interview with

Charles and Mary Lamb, says,--"Nothing could be more delightful than the

kindness and affection between the brother and the sister, though Lamb

was continually taking advantage of her deafness to mystify her with the

most singular gravity upon every topic that was started. 'Poor Mary!'

said he, 'she hears all of an epigram but the point.' 'What are you

saying of me, Charles?' she asked. 'Mr. Willis,' said he, raising his

voice, 'admires _your_ "Confessions of a Drunkard" very much, and I was

saying it was no merit of yours that you understood the subject.' We had

been speaking of this admirable essay (which is his own) half an hour

before."

That essay has been strangely and purposely misunderstood. Elia, albeit

he loved the cheerful glass, was not a drunkard. The "poor nameless

egotist" of the Confessions is not Charles Lamb. In printing the article

in the "London Magazine," (it was originally contributed to a collection

of tracts published by Basil Montagu,) Elia introduced it to the readers

of that periodical in the following explanatory paragraphs. They should

be printed in all editions of Elia as a note to the article they explain

and comment on. For many persons, like a writer in the London "Quarterly

Review" for July, 1822, believe, or profess to believe, that this

"fearful picture of the consequences of intemperance" is a true tale.

"How far it was from actual truth," says Talfourd, "the essays of Elia,

the production of a later day, in which the maturity of his feeling,

humor, and reason is exhibited, may sufficiently show."

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