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life the medicine!

        Alas! he was laid adown—

          The crown of bliss in pine!

        At complines, it was borne away

          To the burying,

        That noble corpse of Jesus Christ,

          Hope of life's coming.

        Anointed richly it was,

          Fulfilled his holy book:

        I pray, Lord, thy passion

          In my mind lock.

      Childlike simplicity, realism, and tenderness will be evident in this, as in preceding poems, especially in the choice of adjectives. But indeed the combination of certain words had become conventional; as "The hard tree," "The nails great and strong," and such like.

      I know I have spoiled the poem in half-translating it thus; but I have rendered it intelligible to all my readers, have not wandered from the original, and have retained a degree of antiqueness both in the tone and the expression.

      CHAPTER II

      THE MIRACLE PLAYS AND OTHER POEMS OF THE FOURTEENTH CENTURY.

      The oldest form of regular dramatic representation in England was the Miracle Plays, improperly called Mysteries, after the French. To these plays the people of England, in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, owed a very large portion of what religious knowledge they possessed, for the prayers were in an unknown tongue, the sermons were very few, and printing was uninvented. The plays themselves, introduced into the country by the Normans, were, in the foolish endeavour to make Normans of Anglo-Saxons, represented in Norman French14 until the year 1338, when permission was obtained from the Pope to represent them in English.

      The word Miracle, in their case, means anything recorded in Scripture. The Miracle Plays had for their subjects the chief incidents of Old and New Testament history; not merely, however, of this history as accepted by the Reformed Church, but of that contained in the Apocryphal Gospels as well. An entire series of these Miracles consisted of short dramatic representations of many single passages of the sacred story. The whole would occupy about three days. It began with the Creation, and ended with the Judgment. That for which the city of Coventry was famous consists of forty-two subjects, with a long prologue. Composed by ecclesiastics, the plays would seem to have been first represented by them only, although afterwards it was not always considered right for the clergy to be concerned with them. The hypocritical Franciscan friar, in "Piers Ploughman's Creed," a poem of the close of the same century, claims as a virtue for his order—

      At markets and miracles we meddleth us never.

      They would seem likewise to have been first represented in churches and chapels, sometimes in churchyards. Later, when the actors chiefly belonged to city-guilds, they were generally represented in the streets and squares.

      It must be borne in mind by any who would understand the influence of these plays upon the people, that much in them appearing to us grotesque, childish, absurd, and even irreverent, had no such appearance in the eyes of the spectators. A certain amount of the impression of absurdity is simply the consequence of antiquity; and even that which is rightly regarded as absurd in the present age, will not at least have produced the discomposing effects of absurdity upon the less developed beholders of that age; just as the quaint pictures with which their churches were decorated may make us smile, but were by them regarded with awe and reverence from their infancy.

      It must be confessed that there is in them even occasional coarseness; but that the devil for instance should always be represented as a baffled fool, and made to play the buffoon sometimes after a disgusting fashion, was to them only the treatment he deserved: it was their notion of "poetic justice;" while most of them were too childish to be shocked at the discord thus introduced, and many, we may well hope, too childlike to lose their reverence for the holy because of the proximity of the ridiculous.

      There seems to me considerably more of poetic worth scattered through these plays than is generally recognized; and I am glad to be able to do a little to set forth the fact. I cannot doubt that my readers will be interested in such fragments as the scope and design of my book will allow me to offer. Had there been no such passages, I might have regarded the plays as but remotely connected with my purpose, and mentioned them merely as a dramatic form of religious versification. I quote from the Coventry Miracles, better known than either of the other two sets in existence, the Chester Plays and those of Widkirk Abbey. The manuscript from which they have been edited by Mr. Halliwell, one of those students of our early literature to whom we are endlessly indebted for putting valuable things within our reach, is by no means so old as the plays themselves; it bears date 1468, a hundred and thirty years after they appeared in their English dress. Their language is considerably modernized, a process constantly going on where transcription is the means of transmission—not to mention that the actors would of course make many changes to the speech of their own time. I shall modernize it a little further, but only as far as change of spelling will go.

      The first of the course is The Creation. God, and angels, and Lucifer appear. That God should here utter, I cannot say announce, the doctrine of the Trinity, may be defended on the ground that he does so in a soliloquy; but when we find afterwards that the same doctrine is one of the subjects upon which the boy Jesus converses with the doctors in the Temple, we cannot help remarking the strange anachronism. Two remarkable lines in the said soliloquy are these:

        And all that ever shall have being

        It is closed in my mind.

      The next scene is the Fall of Man, which is full of poetic feeling and expression both. I must content myself with a few passages.

      Here is part of Eve's lamentation, when she is conscious of the death that has laid hold upon her.

        Alas that ever that speech was spoken

          That the false angel said unto me!

        Alas! our Maker's bidding is broken,

          For I have touched his own dear tree.

        Our fleshly eyes are all unlokyn, unlocked.

          Naked for sin ourself we see;

        That sorry apple that we have sokyn sucked.

          To death hath brought my spouse and me.

      When the voice of God is heard, saying,

        Adam, that with my hands I made,

          Where art thou now? what hast thou wrought?

      Adam replies, in two lines, containing the whole truth of man's spiritual condition ever since:

        Ah, Lord! for sin our flowers do fade:

        I hear thy voice, but I see thee nought.

      The vision had vanished, but the voice remained; for they that hear shall live, and to the pure in heart one day the vision shall be restored, for "they shall see God." There is something wonderfully touching in the quaint simplicity of the following words of God to the woman:

        Unwise woman, say me why

        That thou hast done this foul folly,

        And I made thee a great lady,

          In Paradise for to play?

      As they leave the gates, the angel with the flaming sword ends his speech thus:

        This bliss I spere from you right fast; bar.

          Herein come ye no more,

        Till a child of a maid be born,

        And upon the rood rent and torn,

        To save all that ye have forlorn, lost.

          Your

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