These two
last days you have happened to engross the whole conversation at
the great houses where I was at dinner. 'Tis the greatest problem
in nature in this meridian that one and the same man should possess
such tragic and comic powers, and in such an _equilibrio_ as to divide
the world for which of the two Nature intended him."
And while on this subject of the stage let us pause for a moment
to glance at an incident which connects Sterne with one of the most
famous of his French contemporaries. He has been asked "by a lady of
talent," he tells Garrick, "to read a tragedy, and conjecture if it
would do for you. 'Tis from the plan of Diderot; and, possibly, half
a translation of it: _The Natural Son, or the Triumph of Virtue_,
in five acts. It has too much sentiment in it (at least for me); the
speeches too long, and savour too much of preaching. This may be
a second reason it is not to my taste--'tis all love, love, love
throughout, without much separation in the characters. So I fear it
would not do for your stage, and perhaps for the very reason which
recommends it to a French one." It is curious to see the "adaptator
cerebrosuga" at work in those days as in these; though not, in this
instance, as it seems, with as successful results.
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