Nor pack'd Committees break his reft, Of climes beneath the fun. Short is our fpan; then why engage In fchemes for which man's tranfient age E'er left himself behind? The restless thought and wayward will, Nor quit him while he lives; Nor think of woes to come; By Heav'n's eternal doom. To ripen'd age Clive liv'd renown'd, From life's oppreffion freed. Too foon to fade. I bade the stone To thee, perhaps, the Fates may give, Herds, flocks, and fruitful fields; Her prefent bounties yields. For me, O Shore, I only claim, The good and just to please; Touch'd by thy genial strains, the bosom glows. Now fmiles illume, now trickling tears diftain: This foothes to reft, that plants the thorny pain! Here fcenes of blifs, there rife unnumber'd woes! Fair fav'rite of the Nine! thofe paths pursue, Which lead to Virtue's, Learning's brigh abode. Thy modeft merit, unaffuming claim, SONNET on leaving FAREWELL, blefs'd feat of all my youth No more, alas! I feel that calm delight, Which erft my willing footsteps did invite Thy winding streams to trace, and woodland bow'rs. For me no more shall joy thy fhades illume, Peace, chearful Peace! within thy vales appear. For ah! this tortur'd bosom, wrung with care, Content's fmooth image ftrives in vain t'affume. Yet tho' far diftant from thy rural plains, Where oft I've mark'd th' approach of pensive eve, When thy lov'd haunts fore'er, perhaps, I leave, Thy haunts endear'd by Philomel's sweet ftrains; Still fhall remembrance each known path purfue, And livelieft Fancy ftamp the prospect true. S. A. G. W. to Mifs A. B. on his leaving ENGLAND. Comparison The HEART and BEE-HIVE. WITHIN the heart are various cells: For ev'ry virtue there's a place, Invades the cell of Sympathy; (Should Virtue fleep) with poifon'd darts Where plain Sincerity should dwell! * Mr. Elliott, (the brother of Sir Gilbert Elliott) died in October 1778, in his way to Nanpore, the capital of Moodgee Boosla's dominions, being deputed on an embassy to that Prince by the Governor General and Council. A monument was erected to his memory on the spot where he was buried; and the Mahrattas have fince built a town there, which is called Elliott's Gunge, or Elliott's Town. O, ever O, ever dearest Maid! beware The artful man who fpeaks you fair! For mem'ry of a "Friend in need." So fweetly have I known it fill'd, To Friendship's part make fome pretence. Where Friendship holds her focial reign; G. W. THE chiding Winter now refigns his reign, And verdant Spring diffufes joy and peace! A thousand varied colours deck the plain, And nature's bloom bids warring paflions cease: The airy choristers in wanton ringlets move, And grove, and mead, refounds with artless tales of love! In this foft feafon let me ftray, Far from the lawless feats of strife, And innocence gives joy to life! Where varied scenes each fenfe delight, Which tells me ALL IS RIGHT. But chief with gratitude my foul be fraught, To Heaven be ev'ry ardent pray'r addrest, To crown with joys, furpaffing human thought, The hand-the kindly hand, which made me bleft, 455 And, to avoid the critics quarrel, Your ground thus laid, your trees thus plac'd, EPIGRA M. By the SAME. Mr. PINGO, by direction of Mr Garrick, engraved a medal, on one fide of which was the Manager's head; on the reverfe, three gures, that refembled plague, peftilence, and famine, more than what they were intended to reprefent, namely, the three Graces, with this modeft infcription, "He has united all your powers." This being, by a Gentleman to whom Mr. Garrick had presented it, fhewn to Mr. Henderfon, he repeated the following lines: THREE fqualid hags when Pingo form'd, And chriften'd them the Graces; Garrick, with Shakespear's magic warm'd, Recogniz'd foon their faces. He knew them for the fifters weird, Whofe art bedimm'd the noon-tide hour, And from his lips this line was heard, "I have united all your power." So Garrick, critics all agree, The Graces help'd thee to no riches, And Pingo thus to flatter thee, Has made his Graces witches. And he, fweet mafter of the Doric oat, To deck with honour due this feftal day, For peerless bards like these alone, THE THEATRICAL JOURNAL. HE following Prologue, mentioned in our Magazine for March last (fee p. 207), we could not before obtain a copy of: PROLOGUE, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH of Mr. HENDERSON, At Covent-Garden, Feb. 25. 1786. And blend myfteriously delight with pain; While on the heart our own afflictions prefs? And from the tomb one parting pang requires! In yonder Abbey shall he reft his head, Shew you have hearts that feel domestic woes; Honour'd thro' life, regretted in his end! more. With fullen found as the hearfe mov'd along : And gave to genius paft his kindred clay; In faithful verfe, there near the lonely cell, The fair recording epitaph may tell, That he who now lies mould'ring into duft, Was good, was upright, generous, and juft; By talents form'd to grace the Poet's lays; And fill the tear itands trembling in the By virtue form'd to dignify his days. Him we all mourn.: heave the figh eye. his friends ftill His was each mild, each amiable art, The gentleft manners and the feeling heart; fhip's call; A judgment fure, while learning toil'd be hind; His mirth was wit; his humour, fenfe refin'd; June 9. The Haymarket Theatre opened with the following PROLOGUE, Written by Mr. COLMAN, AND Spoken by Mr. BENSLEY. Draws anArchbishop,once a famous preacher; Our Chief, alas, fince here we parted laft, Mrs. Siddons, to do honour to the memory of her deceafed friend, obtained the confent of the Managers of Drury-Lane, and performed the part of Belvidera; but that character requiring great exertion, and the Piologue being unufually long, feveral lines here printed were omitted on the above night. EUROP. MAG. Nnn Mca Meanwhile by Malice it was faid and written, His mind and body both at once were fmitten *; Yet now return'd in promifing condition, When hapless Chance depriv'd him of a limbs But you, who long enjoy'd the tree's full shade, Cherish'd the pollard, and were well repaid; Shall then his follower lefs your favour thare, Or, rais'd by former kindness, now defpair 2 No! from your fmiles deriving all his light, Thofe genial beams fhall make his flame more bright. Warm gratitude for all your kindness past Shall foothe Disease, and charm Affliction's blaft. By Reason's twilight we may go aftray, Cheer'd by these hopes, he banishes all fear, And trufts, at least, you'll find no palfy here. The Play was The Maid of the Mill, in which Mr. Matthews, from Bath, made his first appearance in Giles. He is intended to fup. ply the place of Mr. Bannifter, fenior; but poffeffes only in a low degree the talents (mall as they were) of his predeceffor. His voice is not a bad one; but he exhibits fcarce any other requifite for the stage. 20. The play of Jane Shore was performed for the purpofe of bringing forward a Mr. Horne, in the character of Haftings. This gentleman made an effort in the hiftrionie art with the company of gentlemen who exhibited in the play of Dr. Stratford at DruryLane, in 1784. After the play, a new farce, in two acts, called the Widow's Vow, was performed for the first time. It is a tranflation from the French by Mrs. Inchbald, and does credit to her pen. She has foftened down the extravagance of the French intrigue, and has adapted it to the English audience. The ftory is briefly this A young and beau tiful widow has forfworn the male fexa young Marquis, whose fifter, the Countess abella, lives next door to the widow, hav ing fallen defperately in love with her, his fifter contrives to procure his introduction by making the widow believe that it is the Countefs herself in difguife. The Marquis is fuppofed by the whole family to be a woman, and he is treated by the widow with extreme freedom, and by her uncle with fuch pointed allufions as to incenfe him, and he is forced to correct his infolence. In his equivocal character, however, the Widow pledges herfelt to marry him, and the fifter arrives critically to explain the fuppofed metamorphofis. This farce has confiderable humour, and we have feldom feen a trifle more ably executed. Mrs. Wells was admirable in the difplay of arch fimplicity; and Mr. Ban nifler, jun. gave a very plaufible afpect, by the elegance of his drefs and cafy manners, to the fuppofed change of fex. Mr. Edwin and Mrs. Bates were also very happy in their performance. The Prologue was well in the writing: but it was ftill better in the delivery. It was written by Mr. Holcroft, and excellently fpoken by Mr. Bannister. THE POLITICAL STATE of the NATION and of EUROPE, for JUNE 1786. No. XXVIIL Taft of the Sellion, will prove a very ex HIS month, which may be called the penfive month to the nation. The moneyvotes which pafs day by day in clusters would frighten any nation but the English, who feem to be inured to the yoke of taxation, without measure and without end. It is all one to them whether a million be voted, or a fingle thoufand; or whether that vote is pafled by forty Members, or four hundred ; therefore thin houfes in the fummer make the Minister's hay-time and harvest. Among the many items of national expenditure, the fum demanded for the American claims is not the leaft perplexing and mortifying to the true friends of this country! and yet their most fanguine patrons admit that, they have no claim upon us at all; that is, to be bellowed on them as a mere benevolence or charitable donation, in confideration of their fufferings on account of Great-Britain. This language might have fuited Britam once; but now, encumbered and heavy laden as fhe is with an enormous and unparalleled debt, under which her fons reel and stagger like drunken men, ready to fink under their infupportable burden, it is wild, romantic, and abfurd, to talk of charitable donations to the amount of millions, the number undefined and unknown. America has coft this nation very dear first and laft-in peopling it, and promoting its cultivation-in protecting it and fighting for it!-in figluing againfl it to fubdue rebellion, and restore it to its ftation in the British empire!—ia making peace with it, ceding our lands with * Alluding to a paragraph in the Public Advertifer of November 4, 1785. This couplet, omitted at the Theatre, is here reflored, in order to prevent any mifapplication of the next line but one. out |