Life of Edwin Forrest, the American Tragedian. Volume 1 (of 2)Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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Life of Edwin Forrest, the American Tragedian. Volume 1 (of 2)
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Forrest, Edwin, 1806-1872
The separating of human nature into opposed parts whose respective
highest welfare is incompatible must ever be productive of all kinds of
morbidity, monstrosity, and horror, through the final reactions of the
violated harmony of truth. Leading to the enforced culture of one side,
the mental, and the enforced neglect of the other, the material, it is
fatal to that rounded wholeness of the entire man which is the synonym
of both health and virtue. For the helpless subsidence of the soul in
the body is brutality or idiocy; the insurrectionary sway of the body
over the soul is insanity; the remorseless subdual of the body by the
soul is egotistic asceticism or murderous ferocity; but the parallel
development and exaltation of accordant body and soul give us the ideal
of health and happiness fulfilled in beauty, or the enthronement of
divine order in man. Therefore such a stimulating instance of organic
glory, extraordinary outward poise and inward passion, as the people,
thrilled in their most instinctive depths of enthusiasm, used to shout
at when they saw Forrest in his early assumptions of the rôle of
Spartacus, is not to be stigmatized as something offensive, but to be
hailed as something admirable.
In those happy and glowing years of his prime and of his fresh
celebrity, what a glorious image of unperverted manhood, of personified
health and strength and beauty, he presented! What a grand form he had!
What a grand face! What a grand voice! And, the living base of all,
what a grand blood! the rich flowing seed-bed of his human thunder and
lightning. As he stepped upon the stage in his naked fighting-trim, his
muscular coating unified all over him and quivering with vital power,
his skin polished by exercise and friction to a smooth and marble
hardness, conscious of his enormous potency, fearless of anything on
the earth, proudly aware of the impression he knew his mere appearance,
backed by his fame, would make on the audience who impatiently awaited
him,--he used to stand and receive the long, tumultuous cheering
that greeted him, as immovable as a planted statue of Hercules. In
the rank and state of his physical organism and its feelings he had
the superiority of a god over common men. The spectacle, let it be
repeated, was worthy the admiration it won. And had the personal
imitation of the care and training he gave himself been but equal to
the admiration lavished on their result, the benefit to the American
people would have been beyond estimate. But in this, as in the other
lessons of the drama, the example was relatively fruitless, because
shown to spectators who applaud without copying, seeking entertainment
instead of instruction. This, however, is clearly the fault of the
people, and not of the stage.
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