When we consider the condition of the great, in those delusive colours
in which the imagination is apt to paint it, it seems to be almost the
abstract idea of a perfect and happy state. It is the very state
which, in all our waking dreams and idle reveries, we had sketched out
to ourselves as the final object of our desires. We feel, therefore, a
peculiar sympathy with the satisfaction of those who are in it. We
favour all their inclinations, and forward all their wishes. What
pity, we think, that any thing should spoil and corrupt so agreeable a
situation. We could even wish them immortal; and it seems hard to us,
that death should at last put an end to such perfect enjoyment. It is
cruel, we think, in Nature to compel them from their exalted stations
to that humble, but hospitable home, which she has provided for all
her children. Great king, live for ever! is the compliment which,
after the manner of eastern adulation, we should readily make them,
if experience did not teach us its absurdity. Every calamity that
befals them, every injury that is done them, excites in the breast of
the spectator ten times more compassion and resentment than he would
have felt, had the same things happened to other men. It is the
misfortune of kings only which afford the proper subjects for tragedy.
They resemble {50} in this respect, the misfortunes of lovers. Those
two situations are the chief which interest us upon the theatre;
because, in spite of all that reason and experience can tell us to the
contrary, the prejudices of the imagination attach to these two states
a happiness superior to any other. To disturb, or to put an end to
such perfect enjoyment, seems to be the most atrocious of all
injuries. The traitor who conspires against the life of his monarch,
is thought a greater monster than any other murderer. All the innocent
blood that was shed in the civil wars provoked less indignation than
the death of Charles I. A stranger to human nature, who saw the
indifference of men about the misery of their inferiors, and the
regret and indignation which they feel for the misfortunes and
sufferings of those above them, would be apt to imagine, that pain
must be more agonizing, and the convulsions of death more terrible to
persons of higher rank, than they are to those of meaner stations.
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