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mory of

C°adicu !

Cease then, rath youth ! such favage deeds, But may the trees of joy and peace
And learn a nobler aim :

Thy days with pleasure crown;
No hunger's colls, no pressing needs, Ano with thy years their fruits encrease,
Cau juítity thy claiin.

Uobut by fortune's frown! Suruck with the ali-refulgent ray

E. T. P. Of Truth's benignant pow'r, He left the bird to ling her lay,

And charm the heav'nly bow'r.

On an OLD MA I D.

ABBY, iminaculate and pure,
* Hen Leating rains and pinching winds From man ne'er thought herself secure,

At night attack the lab'ring hinds, Till in her coffin laid.
And force them to retire
How sweat they pals their time away

Full threescore years she stood the test

Of all our sex's art;
In lober talk, or ruftic play,
Beside the Social Fire.

Not one could warm her icy breaft,

Or melt her frozen heart!
Then many a plaintive tale is 'old
Of those who, ling'ring in the cold,

Tho' long she kept her virgiu ftate,
With cries and groans expire.

Death ravith'd her at lait ;
The mournful story totkes the ear,

She struggled, but, О crucl fate,
They beave the high, they drop the tear,

He held poor Tabby fak!
And bless their Social Fire.

E. T. P. The legendary tale comes nexi,

LINES With many an ariful phrale perplext,

That well the lo gue might tire; On seeing a Tombatone in Hampstead The windows shake, the drawers crack, Church-Yard inscribed " To the Me Each thinks the Ghost behind his back,

itinerant LinenAnd hitches to the fire.

Or now perhaps foune homely swain,
Who fann'd the Lover's flame in vain,

And mullins loo, farewel!
And glow'd with warm deure,

Plain, strip'd, or figur'd, old and new, Relares cach stratagem he play'd

Three-quarters, yard, or ell !
To win the coy disdainful indid,
And eyes the Social Fire.

By yard and nail I've mcalur'd ye,

As customers inclin'd; To these succeed the jocund song,

The church-yard now has mcafur'd me, From lungs less musicaithan lirong,

And nails my coffin bind !
A d all to noirth aljare;
The humble root returns the sound, But now, my kind and worthy friends,
The focial Can moves briskly rouud, .

Who dealt with me below,
And brighter bura, the fire.

I'm gone to meature time's long ends ;
Oh! grant, kind Heav'n, a late like this,

You'll follow me, I know !

E. T. P. Where limple ignorance is blils;

'Tis all thai I require : Then, then-to share the joys of lise,

E P I G R A M.
I'd seek a kind indulgent wile,

Ow kind has Nalure unto Blufter
And bless my Social Fire.

Who gave him dreadful looks and dauntless


Gave longue to swagger, cyes to Atrike dil RENEATH this fod a daring Author lies, may ; Who Heav'n's protection in his works And, kinder fill, gave legs- lo run away! denies;

E. T. P. For novel systems rack'd his fruitful brain ; For Reason Itrove, but strove, alast in vain.

E P 1 GRAM Thus dreaming on, to self-conceit allied, He liv'd in folly, and in ignorance died. On a late PARLIAMENTARY DEFEAT.


Far mightier thou than tiality for the WEEPING WILLOW.

Grace is ; AR let the weiping willow rest ! Thou with one little word * haft tumbled

down Nor forrow ever be thy guest, i

His baltions, batteries, counterscarps and Or find a home with thee.


How been

09. YOUNG LADY expreffing her par. O Communale are also ween, is thy renown,

* See page 191.


The author deserves compliment for his

invention, but in the order of the piece, V ENICE Preserved was acted at Covent his judgment in a few inttances failed.

Garden, for the benefit of the widow The tragedy was well dreiled the habit of the late Mr. Henderson. On this oc. of Mr. Kemble was according to the stile of calon Mrs. Siddons, to testify her respect for the ancient Scots; but as it had no similar the deceased, came to Covent-Garden and per- dress to keep it in countenance, its peculianformed the part of Belvidera, and spoke a ty was objectionable. prologue wri:ten by Mr. Murphy. Mrs. The tragedy upon being given out for a leAbington performed Lady Racket in Three cond night was received with disapprobation. Weeks after Marriage. The whole of the The house was divided in opinion, but the ayes pit was laid into the boxes, and there was had it ! tho' after the third night the piece was one of the moit numerous and brilliant audi- withdrawn. ences that have been seen this season.

The following are the Prologue and Epi. March 4. Mrs Siddons appeared for the logue. first time in Hermione in the Distreffed Mo

P ROLOGUE. ther, for her own benefit, at Drury Lane. 9. The Captives, a Tragedy by Dr. Delap,

By THOMAS VAUGHAN, Esq. was acted at Drury-Lane. The scene is on The Speaker Mr. BANNISTER, jun. in the the coast of Scotland, near the Orkneys ; Character of a distressed and dilappointed and the fable is founded on some of those Poet, peeping in at the door, looks round events which tradition relates, consisting of the house. deprelations committed by the Kings of Scot

ARE you all seated-may I venture in ? land on the Princes of the Ines, and their

[Noise bebmd. attendant circumstances. Such a King was

Huih-be quiet-stop your unfriendly dinexhibited in Conal; he was the tyrant of the

Whilft I-with more than common grief tragedy ; two of his victims were Eregon,

oppress'd, and Malvina, the wife of Eregon, for whom

A tale unfold—just bursting from my brealt. he entertains a partion. The brother of Co.

[Advancing, points in the Pit doors. nal, who is named Everallan, is a prince of

But first-are both your pit doors shut, I moderation and virtue, but is provoked to arms by his brother's oppreffion, and defeats

Or noise will drown my strictures on the him in bartle. Conal being deserted by the

play. remnant of his army, meets with Eregon ; [Noise from front boxes, opening doors and callthey fight, and are both Nain. Malvina is a witness of this event, and becomes a speech. Do you hear-how very hard my case is

ing places] leis mourner for some time over her huiband's Instead of bravo, bravo-places-placesbody; but at length bursts into a violent grief, and stabs herself. We Thall not go minutely Your sear, my Lord, is here—your La'lhip's

[mimicking. into the fable ; but of the incidents we must

there : observe, that many of them pofless interest :

Indeed it quite distracts both hard and play'r. of this description are Eregon's first interview

Truce then with your confounded clank of with the King; his being sent by royal command, while his character is yet unknown, And tell these fair disturbers of our elle,

keys, to Malvina, to relate the account of his own

At church, perhaps, 'tis no such mighty reported death ; ber reception of him, and Eregon's fituation upon being surprised by But bere-quite vulgar to be out of time.

crime, the King, who receives Malvina in his arms, under the belief that she is lamenting Again—why Lure the devil's in the clown,

[Noise from front boxis repeated, her dead husband

Do pray, Sir Hiriy, knock that fellow The imagery is chiefly from the school of

[printing. Oihan, but not given in the exacl idiom ;

And you, ve Gouds--it were a drendt hock, Yuch imagery however being in strict ac

If thrown from thence-a Critic's head is cordance with nature and the locality of the

rockscene, was attended to with pleasure. The so keep your centres, and my hus'nets k..ow;

the pit. diction was dressed with apposite expression,

I am a hard, as thele my fits will law. but was not abounding with sublimities, or

[Pulling out plays from each cruinket, Fancies of extraordinary brightness: at the

But then the managers--aye! there's the lame time it must be admitted that it cannot

curse be charged with poverty of ideas,

Which makes us pasient bear the adsins



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To hear they've several pieces to peruse,

The trembling Bard still hovers o'er the And when I call, all aníwer they refuse.

mainBut say, is't fit that mine be laid aside,

Still dreads the dancing waves that lah in To gratify their prelent author's pride? Who comes with nature, and such idle stuff Clings like th' affrighted sailor to the mast, As please my friends above there well And shudders at the dangers he has past. enough

[ibe galleries. Dangers indeed--tor who in times like When 1 more bold and daring, quit all rules,

these [In tbe, pompous burlesque of Tragidy. Would launch his ship to plough dramatic And scorn to draw from Clantics and the

seas? Schools;

Where growling thunders roll, and tempel' s But bid the dreadful furges form a grave

sweep To link the merchant “ in the baukrupt · Such crowds of bold adventurers to the deep ; Wave :"

O’er his poor head the winds of malice blow, Or when I long for fair Aurora's light, And waves of angry censure rage belos. “ I am witch-ridden by the haz of night :"

Critics, like monsters, on each flue ap. Tlius always kep fublimity in eye,

pear, And fumetimes Icad in handjimplicity; Herald che Whale, and Shark the Gazii. New troops, new pallages for eter rate, With Itarts and attitudes to gain your praise ;

If there be chance c'escape, there comes a Try every incident of trick and art,

fquall To niend, at once, the drama and the heart, From Lloyd's, St. James's, London or biteSuch is my Ityle, and such cach nervous

ball; lme,

Here Chronicle, like Scylla, guards the coast, Which all my friends who read pronounce

There foams Charybuis--in the Morning Pajt. divine :

Mark how they break his rudder, cui bus And yet these hoftile doors their barriers

cable, keep,

Tear up plan, diction, sentiment and fable; And all my labours—in my pockets Neep.

Their order is—an order they enjoy,

[ Pointing to them. To feize, to burn, to tink, and wo deftroy. Revenge my canie, allert each crutc right,

What wondrous chance oui author ihould And damn with me the author of tv-niglir,

survive, Whole play, thio' yet unknown, inivied, wifun,

That in fuch boilt'rous (eas his bark's alive? Has fell in paragraphs ül author's ipleen).

But fond anibition led the bard along, But hark ! --I'll tell you a lecrei----'twas I And Syien Mules tempted with a long i Who drew the talt, and forg'u ch' envenom'd

Fume like another Cnce beck’ning tood,

Way'd her fair land, and bad hin, brave the To croth this simple nature which he hoafts,

flood. Diawn from the manners of the northern

Who could refift, when thus she shew'd her Cuails;

charms, For thould bis hope your generous plaudits

Cootli'd his fond hopes, and wood him to ber mett, I shall be found aboard-

-the Lighter fleet.

Half-rigg'd-half mann'd, half leaky, yet (- 'dvorces forward and brevis, Then hear a nalet.ciur in blank venie,

He trick'd his frigate out, and bray'd the Nor be led cuptive, ty dis Gothick Eite,

wind, But urge ny vengeance in the cat-call's Your partial favour ftill may swell bis fails, curio.

And fiil bis vellel with propitious gales : [Goirs fops, and looks around the houje. Though pepper'd with imall-thut, and tem. Yet huid, michinks my words item loit

ptit-iots'd, in air,

You still may land liim on this golden coaft: Andiniles of canduur for the hard declare ;

Convhic'd that those the fureft paih pustue, For iu no jecret irjiwence c'er was known,

Who truit their all to candour and to you. Bul selil do sumplis in bertes alonc ;

II. The Conicious Livers was acted at As akmus ye, mult in this agree, Covent Garden ; Young Bevil and India, Abituin i'udience der will be fiec.

for the fint sime, by W. Holman apd Mo. EP L G

Waren. Mr. Hoiman has not yet acquind By the SAM E.

eaic iunivient to perform Comedy ct all, and

on this occiation le wa ftitf and unnaturai. Spoken by Mrs. SIDDONS,

Mis. Warren's : erformance was above me.. AT le?£n our Bark has reachi'd the with'd. ocrity. Nirs. bington in Phillis, and Min foi dete,

Lewis in Tom, did great justice to their cu Tive wiado dic liudid--but is a'i danger o'er ?



you find,



14. Werter, a Tragedy, by Mr. Rey. from the author's own invention ; and in the Dolds, was acted at Covent Garden for Miss persons of Sir Gregory Craveall, Cripplegait, Brunton's benefit. The characters were as and Dry, an attempt is made to relieve the follow :

moral doctrine of Marmontel hy bumour. Werter

Mr. Holman. We cannot say that the best success has xSebastian

Mr. Davies. tended this effort. Sir Gregory Craveall, Leuthorp

Mr. Fearon. being the half brother of Justice Greedy, is Albert

Mr. Farren. in love with a charming woman ; and Dry is Laura

Miss Stuart.
a character somewhat too trilling to be


Miss Brunton.

trayed by Edwin, but which was much in. The scene lies at Walheim, where Sebas.

debted to burlesque powers of song. tian arrives in search of Werter. He there

The airs were too numerous, there being

no less than thirty in the course of the per. learns the story of his unfortunate attachment for Charlotte, who is betrothed to Albert.- formance. Most of them were new; but Werter, on Sebastian's remonftrances, deter- some were from the Vauxhall collections in mines to return with him to Manheim. On former days ; among these were “ I winna the night of their departure, he goes distract. marry any man,” &c, and a glee which tered, and Sebastian, to assuage him, consents minated the second act, the best we ever to remain till the next day. In this interme- heard of Mr. Hook's composition. The air diate time, Werter resolves on suicide.

of “ O fhe's a dainty widow," written about Charlotte discovers his intention, and com- twenty-five years since on a celebrated beaumunicates it to Sebastian, who flies to save ty of high rank, was also introduced ; and a his friend. Werter deceives him, and, left to duet, which we cannot consider as original, himself, finishes his design. On his death he because we have heard something too like it, fhews the deepest remorse for his rash action, in the Strangers at Home. The new airs and Charlotte goes mad._Albert, who had were in a pleasing stile, but did not possess reproved Charlotte for infidelity—is convin- force, or any strong marks of originality. ced of the falsehood of his suspicions, and The only air which had pathetic character only laments he did not resign her to Wer. was,

6 can'ft thou then behold unmoy'd !"" ter.

This, as well as the other airs given to Mrs. 18. The Peruvian, a piece of three acts, Billington, met the fullest proofs of approbawas acted at Covent-Garden, the author un

tion. From this performer's abilities, more known, and the composer avowedly Mr. than the merits of the piece, was it attended Hook. Of the literary part of this compo

to with avidity, and received nemine comtraa sition it is to be said, to speak with an ap

dicente applause, and upon being given out, proach to nationality, that report farbers it

was received with pleasure. upon an Irish Lady. The characters are as

PRO LOG E follow : Sir Gregory Craveall

Mr. Quick.

To Captain Topham's Farce of the FOOL. Sir Harry Cripplegait Mr. Booth

Spoken by Mr. Lewis. Belville (nephew to Sir} Mr. Johnstone.

Written by Miles PETER ANDREWS, Ela. Gregory)

IN early times, when wit was rare indeeds Blandford

Mrs. Kennedy

And few could wrice, as very few could Frankly

Mr. Palmer.

read ; Mr. Edwin.

Then, but to pen a couplet was to shine, Coraly

Mrs. Billington. And poetasters all were dubb'd divine; Clara

Mrs. Martyr. Then Whittington and Cat went glibly down, Susan (Maid to Clara) Mrs. Moreton. And Margaret's grimly Gbojl secur'd renown ;

This opera has for its basis Marmontel's A fing-fong scribbler, then, in want of food, tale of L'amitié à l'épreuve ; with this diffe- Might feast upon the Children of the Wood: rence, that the Nelson of the story is the The Drama likewise shar'd an equal, chance, Belville of the Drama, and. Lady Juliet Al And found its safety in its ignorance ; bury, the prototype of Clara.--All the dia. In number too as moderate as in worth, logue in which Belville, Blandford, Coraly One season hardly brought one bantling forth. and Clara, are sentimentally concerned, holds Far different now-dramatic plenty reigns ; a faithful adherence to the original ; or rather Each threatening week teems with prolific the translation ; for the latter seems the most

; ftrictly attended to. The heroine of the Play, farce, and pantomime succeed each tale, instead of being an Afiatic Indian, is other made a native of Peru. The other charac. So quick, we scarce distinguish one from ters which help to fill up this opera, are EUROP. Mag.





t'ether ; La

" night ;

« write ;

“ Bobby,

While the throng'd lobhy as each drama “ Hah! Lady Fuz! now for a little chat. ends,

“ How do? who's here? who's there? wha's Swarms with the circling croud of critic “ this ? what's that?" friends.

A fine man, who but newly ris’n from dig" Well-our friend's play may do! Why, ner, pops “ faith, I've known

His head in careless, as the curtain drops, “ Things rather worse than this sumetimes And hearing only the last speech or two, go down.

Boldly afferts, “ all this will never sto;" « We must all come to croud the Author's Then fies to Brookes's, and in half a minute

Paints the whole piece, and swear there's " He's a good soul! I wish he would not

nothing in it.

Thus are the writers of our time “ Tho' he's my friend, betwixt ourselves, while they, not their productions “ d'ye see,

run : “ I'm pretty near as much asleep as he.” For spite of all their store of Gada

(yawr.s) grammar, These are the kind remarks of friends If you're vociferous, echoing duns will clathat fatter,

mour. More open foes less dangerously bespatter, Far other patrons then the bard must court : “ Damme, what cursed stuff !" cries booted The great green-grocer must his mule support ;

Taylors and tallow-chandlers too unite, A Cheapfide 'prentice, strutting thro' the Those to ro-dress him, these to lend new light. lobby.

Such is the general fate! Our luckier bard « Why this here fellow here, who writes Plays the same game, but holds a jurer card: « that there,

He from such grand alliance seeks no fortune, “ Has no more gumption than my founder'd His taylor's bill, perhaps, is but a short one ; u mare."

His farce too has been partly seen before ;, Miss, in the boxes, calls it “ vastly low." If dull at first, he adds a little more. " Why would you come, mama ? Why Let then this court be merciful as (trong i “ won't you go "

Our author's scenes, if languid, are not long i « The play is always such a vulgar place! Scanty of wit, to weary you he's lotti, " I vow one doesn't know a single face. So cuts his coat according to his cloth. THE DEATH OF PRINCE LEOPOLD OF BRUNSWICK.

[Illustrated by an ELEGANT ENGRAVING.] THE CHE heroic atchievements of Warriors his feet, beseeching him to give orders for

have too long been the objects celebra- some persons to go to the rescue of her ted by painters and poets. The milder vir. children, whom, bewildered by the sudden tues of private life, the nobler acts of huma- danger, the had left behind her in the house ; nity, compassion, tenderness, and benevo some soldiers, who were also in the farne Jence, have been too much neglected. In place, were crying out for help. The Duke the annexed Plate we have given a represen- endeavoured to procure a flat-bottomed bowly tation of an event which will transmit the but no one could be found to venture across name of Leopold to posterity with the the river, even though the Duke offered admiration of mankind. On the 25th of large sums of money, and promised to fhare April, 1785, he luft his life in endeavouring the danger.. At lait

, moved by the cries of to relieve the inhabitants of a Village that the unfortunate inhabitants of the laburb, was overflowed at Frankfort on the Oder. and being led by the sensibility of his own

The Leiden Gazette gives the following benevolent heart, he took the resolution of account of this unfortunate event : “ We going to their assistance himself : those who have within these few days experienced the were about him endeavoured to diffuade him greatest calamities by the overflowing of the from this hazardous enterprise : bar touched Oder, which burst its banks in several places, to the soul by the distress of the miserable and carried away houses, bridges, and every people, he replied in the following words, thing that opposed its course. Numbers of which' so nobly picture his character: people have lost their lives in this rapid in- “ What am I more than either you or they? undation ; but of all the accidents arising I am a man like yourselves, and nothing from it, none is so generally lamented as the ought to be attended to here but the voice of death of the good Prince Leopold of Brunf- humanity.” Unfhaken, therefore, in his rewick : this amiable prince itanding at the folution, he immediately embarked with side of the siver, a woman threw berself at three watermen in a small boat, and crossed


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