The following, the Plot and Fourth Act of a Tragedy, called "Neville," which was sent in a complete state, some years since by a friend to the celebrated actor Kean, who returned for answer that he was on the eve of departure for America, and could not then attend to it, we think not unworthy the notice of our readers. The fair copy retained by the writer, was destroyed by accident, and the rough draft of the Fourth Act being found amongst some old papers, it has been offered to us for publication. The Plot, though simple, we think interesting; the interest, well sustained and accumulated in the last Act, and the unities of time and place correctly observed. In the last Scene of the Fourth Act, the author has displayed such an originality of conception, and so complete a knowledge of stage effect, that we cannot think the lost parts of the Tragedy, had we been able to present them to our readers, would have been found less deserving of their approbation. The Count Trionfi, an Italian nobleman, residing at his villa near Naples, has long been under the guidance of his Confessor, a Jesuit, named Ignatio, and induced by this influence and the splendid reputation of his reputed nephew, Agostino Coviello, who had risen to high rank in the Austrian service, had determined to bestow on him his only daughter, Francesca Trionfi, in marriage. Agostino arrives from the army at the opening of the Drama, for this purpose, and immediately after, Neville and Seymour, two young Englishmen, travelling in Italy; the former, the son of a bosom friend of the Count, who had known the elder Neville during a long residence in his earlier days in England. The Confessor, preparatory to the expected final establishment and completion of his hopes of Agostino's fortune, entrusts to him the secret of his being his son, and the fate of his mother, a Nun, who having violated her vows, he assisted to fly, but who was wrested from him, by the faithlessness of a Monk whom he had trusted; the former disappearing Ꮓ without Ignatio having been able to ascertain her fate, and the latter falling by the hand of an assassin, hired by Ignatio to revenge his treachery. In an excursion in the bay, an accident occurs, in which Neville rescues Francesca from drowning, and an esteem which had been mutually conceived during a former slight acquaintance in Florence, becomes a passion, which is pressed upon the Count by Neville, the Countess, and Francesca with such force, that he consents to their marriage, and the abandonment of his intentions with respect to Agostino Coviello. The plot has reached to this stage at the conclusion of the Third Act. ACT IV. SCENE "THE GARDENS OF THE VILLA.” To tell you of a change in my late views, To find, that I must make a sacrifice ;- Trionfi.-I do believe you: Yet your loss is great- Alone should make you suffer the privation. Your nephew's marriage to my dear Francesca, No flattering sighs, I thought, had soothed her ear; The duties, and the virtues, linger later, Ignatio. This is pure folly, but it portends no good. (Aside.) I found Francesca knew a noble Briton- That in young bosoms oft gives birth to passion; With them, however, it was latent still At her departure, and return to Naples. Months passed away-not so her fond remembrance; Ignatio. Would the earth first had swallowed him. Trionfi.-Neville!-the son of my most valued friend. (Aside.) Trionfi.-Scarcely six hours had passed, since he arrived, Ignatio.-There was a time, when our great precursors, Youth's fervid fancies glow within their hearts; You seek some other reason for compliance; Trionfi.-It happens, doubtless, but who can foresee it, Neville's repute gives honourable hopes; His father was my friend, my daughter loves him; Had he not saved her I were childless now; The Countess, too, implores me to consentWhat better omens could high Heaven afford. Ignatio. Why none! I only caution some delay, Let time confirm the force of their first loveAnd then their union follow. Trionfi.-I wished it thus-but I could not be heard- Which chase each other in these few last hours; That on to-morrow morning it is fixed, To celebrate the nuptials. Ignatio.-Confusion! on to-morrow? Is it possible. (Aside.) Trionfi.-There's a cause even for this; Late on last night a courier arrived, Who came almost on wings of wind from Britain, Which cautioned him, that on his speed alone 1 Rested his chance of ever seeing more, (Aside.) My oldest friend, his sire, who now reclines, That most involves your interest-your silence Is more than delicate, and well fulfils We're still your debtors for your first designs, His numerous merits had not touched her heart, So ends the dream of long expectant years, I know not how to quell him-much I fear (Exit) Agostino.-There seems some change of the accustomed smiles, Anon, I met her daughter-she, too, stopt, Her glance was more than half averted from me- Ignatio. I scarce can tell, but I have my suspicions. He treats them as they were his guardian angels, Ignatio. Soon and too late, they go to-morrow. Ignatio. One day-one only, for to-morrow's sun, Agostino.-What! to another! Francesca! You rave. The Count's last resolution. This moment Francesca shall become the wife of Neville. Agostino. Death and destruction, what is it I hear! Of such a fall from your late towering hopes; Shall be, henceforward, to build up your fortune, Agostino. I can't believe such shameful fickleness, The vane that turns with the weak wind is surer- Ignatio. It is not wise in you to talk thus of it; Ignatio. One is, Francesca's fixed aversion. Agostino. What matters that? Let his commands compel her, Men are obedient when they're sent to death Women should be so-when ordained to marry. Ignatio. The soldier's law suits not domestic life— So rapidly approaches, is the power, |