ABSTRACT
‘May the wretch’, said Horace, ‘who shall murder his aged father, eat garlic for his punishment!’—‘May the critic,’ we may justly exclaim, ‘for his highest offences, be doomed to review a German historical play!’ This penance we have, though ‘with difficulty and labour hard’, at length performed; the story of Wallenstein, though dramatized into a large octavo volume, may, as to its leading circumstances, be related in few words.
[a summary of the plot follows]
