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He rallies, rests upon his arms,

And reconnoitres ail her charms;

Vainly he fancies that by peeping
friends, throw busy cares away, Thro' all the charms in her keeping,

He may in such a store collect All fober dulness I deipise,

The healing balm of one defect, 'Tis lolly to be always wise.

One feeble part--one faulty (put, Behold this bright nectareous grape,

That Nature's framing hand forgot, 'Tis Bacchus in his earthly shape : He'll pour delight thro' ev'ry vein,

Or left in mercy a defence Thea o'er my lenses let him reign.

Against her wide omnipotence,

Which spares philosopher nor fage, Observe the ills of fober life,

Nor sender youth-nor cautious age. 'Tis all ambition, knav'ry, strife ; But those in Bacchus' feriers bound,

He view'd her stature tow'ring highi,
Were never yet dishonest found.

The liquid lustre of her eye ;
When with the rosy God I'm charg'd, The various wonders of her mouth,
I feel each faculty enlarg'd :

Diffusing sweetness like the South,
Such joys his influence can create,

Where everlasting raptures grow,
He makes me happy, good, and great. Where violets breathe and roses glow,
For pomp, for riches, what care 1?

Where pearls in splendid order meet,
Such empty bawbles I defy;

And tune the lisp of accents sweet, Of lordly titles I've no need,

As pebbles shed their filver beam,
When rich in wine I'm rich indeed.

Brighten and harmonize the stream,
As for the King and Commonwealth, He view'd the whole array of charms,
No Statesman, yet I drink their health;

The waving plumes and polith'd arms;
But to no Government I'm bound,

He look'd thro' ev'ry rank and file,
Save bis who bids the coast go round.

Thro' ev'ry grace and ev'ry smile.
No cruel nymph shall vex my heart, Where shall I go fome fault to find ?
Tho' once I play'd the lover's part;

Have I no refuge in her mind?
But once I've fairly scap'd the chain, Can': I one healing error trace,
Hoog me if c'er l’m caught again.

To cure the mischiefs of her face?
Should Love unruly passions rouse,
mil horrow some kind neighbour's spouse ; To balance her account of beauty ?

One tax-one countervailing duty,
For husbands now are understood

One fable foible, balmy fault, marry for the public good.

One impropriety of thought, Give me no friend but him whose foul

To lend its medicinal aid, Expands with the capacious bowl;

And heal the wounds her eyes have made ? l'aguarded then his heart is shown,

Presumptuous thought! I view'd once more Open and gen'rous like my own : In facial mirth our time we'll país,

The blaze that dazzled me before, Our pleasures rising with each glass,

And saw those very eyes impart Till with our joys fatigu'd ; and then

A soul that harpens every dart ; We'll only part to meet again.

With ev'ry rich endowment fraught,

The tender care, the gen'rous thought; lle have been favoured with a Copy of the The sense of each exalted duty,

following Poem, which has been handed That mingled worth with ev'ry beauty i
about in manuscript, in the first circles- And a prevailing with impress’d,
It is said to be the production of a Baro- To make all happy, and one bless'd :
net of the Revenue Board, in Ireland.

Her heart thro' ev'ry feature spoke,

There was a virtue in each look ;

The whole was gentleness and love, Addrefied to a noble Duke in Ireland,

Her arrows feather'd with the dove ;
As poor Anacreon bleeding lies,

And ev'ry glance that charm'd the fight,
From the first glance of Siella's eyes, Was as benevolent as bright.
Too weak to fly—too proud to yield, Finding no pollible retreat,
Or leave an undisputed field,

I yield contented to my fate;

* This gentleman was, at one period, of the Council in Bengal, and possessed a fortune Lo the amount of 60,000l. which he diflipated in England. He returned to the Edit-Indies about the year 1977, and died at Madras in a state of poverty about three years

afterwards. He published in 1770, " A Turkish Tale," in Five Cantos, 12m0. printed for Becket aud D: Hondi.

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I unreluctant drag the chain,

A FRENCH MAXIM in PROSE. And in the passion lose the pain :

A Mariage est une chose tres serieuse ; on For her sweet bondage is so light,

ne peut pas trop penser : Heureux qui And all her fotters are so bright,

pense toute sa vie ! That, vain and vanquish'd, I must own,

IMITATED in ENGLISH VERSE. I cannot wish to lay them down ; Nor idly Itruggle to be free,

" WIFE? or, No Wife p" -A serious Nor change my lot for liberty.

doube indeed !

We cannot pause too long ere we proceed. E PIGRA M.

Thrice happy He that ponders on a wife ;

Who pauses long, and pauses all his life! In the last wretched moments of the famous Duke of BUCKINGHAM's life, at th:

EPIGRAM Black Horse alehouse, in Empingham, Said to be written by a celebrated musical he called to the landlord with great vehe

Lady, who lately visited Bath. mence for a pot of ale-when the brutal fellow bawled out from a back room,

To the ORGANIST of St. Peter and Paul “ Your Grace is in a plaguy hurry ; I'll

in Bath, on hearing his Voluntaries. come as foon as I have fed my pigs.”— THY, gentle Joey, why for ever make This circumstance suggested the following Two Suints such martyrs for Religion's Epigram :


Shall pious Aldermen still snore in-C, "SOME ale! fome ale !" th' impetuous And Death no close contrive, to change thy

kev? To whom the surly landlord thus replies :

Let some bless'd fring from David's holy Plague on your Grace ! you treat me like a

harp, dog :

Well tun'd 10 execute-in flat or sharp, I'll serve your Lordship—when I've served With gentle strain — tranípofe ihy soul to my hog."


And peace to Paul and Peter here be giv'n. To the Hon. Mr. PRATT, on his Marriage


EAR Pratt ! to that incurious age
Let ine your thoughis recall,

On seeing Mr. COLMAN carried into his 'hen, poring o'er the Poet's page,

pott-chaise by two servants, at Bath, after You thought it tiet:on all.

reading in the Papers that he had entirely Then mortals' and immortals' charms

overcome the paralyric attack on his leli

fide at Margate.
Appear'd alike ideal,
Your bolom felt no loft alarms,
Nor seem'd their raplures rcal.

were true!

But fa&t's a most obftinate critic, Fair Venus, by the Graces drest,

And his left side, ftill doom'd Dr. Margale to And by the Loves attended,

ruc, All vanish'd; nor disturb'd your reft,

Bears the print of a stroke paralytic. When once your task was ended.

But Bath, and sage * Harrington, soon thall To range the words in order due,

prevail, Was then your ítudious toil;

And to London he'll go sound and right; 'Twas mine, with criuc care to thew

Where his patient restor'd honest * Hervey The beauties of their style.

shall hail,

With his left, like his other side, right. But what can formal Pedants teach?

How vain are all their jules! Subjects there are, beyond the reach

On a COUNTRY 'SQUIRE, Of schoolmen, and of schools.

Buried in the Poet's Corner, Westminster. What Venus and her Certus mean,

What Hebe's dimpled cheek,
In Molesworth's form cau beli be seen,

ENEATH this stone there lies a skull, Her manners bestcan speak.

Which when it breath'd was wone

d'rous dull, What seem'd wild dreams of Poets' brains, But now 'is dead and doom'd to tot, You now as truth admire;

This skull's as wise (pray is it not?) Love's comment alway's best explains As Shakespeare's, Newton's, Prior's, Gay's What Love did fort infpire.

The wits, the sages of their days. • His present Physicians.

Poor Coley quite well again ? Would it







may cuil.



To the HEIRESS*.

Spoken by Miss FARRE N.
Written by the

THE comic Muse, who bere erects her


To court your offerings and accepts of mine, Spoken by Mr. KING.

Sends me to state an anxious author's plea, S sprightly sun-beams gild the face of And wait with humble hope this Court's de

day, When low'ring tempests calmly glide away, By no prerogative will she decide, So when the poet's dark horizon clears, She vows an English jury is her pride. Array'd in smiles, the Epilogue appears. Then for our Heiress – forced from finer air, She, of that house the lively emblem still, That lately.fan’d her plumes in BerkeleyWhose brilliant speakers start what themes

Square ; they will;

Will he be helpless in her new resort, S:ill varying topics for her sportive rhymes, And find no friends-about the Inns of From all the follies of these fruitful times; Court? Uncheck'd by forms, with flippant hand Sages, be candid-though you hate a knave,

Sure, for example, you'll a Rightiy save. Prologues, like Peers, by privilege are dull; Be kind for once, ye cleks,--ye sportive Sirs, Infolemn strain address th'assembled Pit, Who haunt our Theatres in boots and purs, The legal judges of dramatic wit,

So may you safely press your nightlv hobby, Confining itill, with dignify'd decorum, Run the whole ring-and end it in the lobby. Their observations--to the Play before 'em. Lovers of truth, be kind, and own that here,

Now when cach bachelor a helpmate lacks, That love is strain'd as far as it will bear. (That sweet exemp’ion from a double tax) Poets maywrite- Philosophers may When laws are fram'd with a benignant plan

But would the world bear truth in the exOf light’ning burdens on the married man, treme? And Hymen adds one folid comfort more What, not one Blandith left behind ! not one! To all those comforts he conferr'd before ; Poets are mute, and painters all undone. To smooth the rough laborious road to fame,

Where are thole charms that nature's term Our Bard has cholen-an alluring name.

furvive, As wealth in wedlock oft is known to hide The maiden bloom that glows at forty-five? The imperfections of a homely bride, Truth takes the pencil-wrinkie-ofrecklesThis tempting title, he perhaps expects,

squint, May heighten beauties, and conceal defects : The whole's transform'dor else the devil's Thus Sixty's wrinkles, view'd thro' Fortune's glass,

Dimples turn scars, the smile becomes a The roly dimples of (xteen surpass.

scowl! The modern suitor gralps his fair-one's hand, The hair the ivy bush, the face the owl. O'erlooks her person, and adores-her land; But shall an author mock the flatı'rcr's Leers on her houses with an ogling eye, O'cr her rich acres heaves an am'rous sigh ; Oh might you all be Blandithes this lour ! His heartfelt pangs thro' groves of-timber Then would the candid jurors of the pit venis,

Grant their mild pasport to the realms of And runs distracted for-her three per cents. wit;

Will thus the poet's mimic Heiress find Then would I mount the car where oft I ride,
The bridegroom critic to her failings blind, And place ihe lavour'd culprit by my lile.
Who claims, alas! his nicer taste to hit, To aid our flighi--one fashionable hit
The lady's portion paid in flerling wit? See my authority a Mornivg Print-

your decrees, to fix her future fate, " Wc learn”-observe it, ladies - France's Depends our Heiress for her whole estate :

" Queen Rich in your smiles, the charms th' adıni

« Loves, like our own, a heart-dircctid ring Town

66 cene, A very batikrupt, should you chance to “ And while each thought she weighs, each frown.

" beauty scans, O may a verdiet giv'n in your applause, “ Breaks, in one night's applause, a sco e of Pronounce the profp'rous issue of her cause; 6 fans!" Confirm the name an anxious parent gave

[ Berting her fin against her hand. her,

Adopt the mode, le belles- fv end my pratile, And prove her Heiress of --thc Public favour! And thew how you'llouido a Bjurbon ratile,

Jauuary * For the fable, &c. of this Com:dy, see p. 8.

in't ;

pow'r ?

January the 23d, Mrs. Brown made her fincerely hope never to see her disgrace them first appearance in London, at Covent-gas- and herself again by such an exhibition. den Theatre, in the character of Miss Prue. Mrs. Warren in Mrs. Sullen fhewed im. The lady has a good figure, with a face high- provement. ly expressive, and a vcice full of mulical The following lines were spoken by Mrs. sweetncss. She is an experienced actress, Abington, in the character of Lady Racket, and comes before the London audience en. on the above occasion : riched by study as well as nature, with the THE world's a pantomime, and every man requisite endowments for her profession.- Is Harlequin as much as e'er he can ; She was received with very warm applause, Mask'd with hypocrisy, and armd with aud in the performance of Miss Prue dir

cunning, played all the pertness of the forward Hoy

In motly garbitro'endless mazes running den, without degenerating into any of the With Columbine along: and who is the? disgusting tricks or mummery of the country But each man's giddy mistress, Vanity! school.

For her assuming cach fantaltic shape, 31. The tragedy of the Distress'd Mother

No matter whai --of fopling or of ape. was performed for the first time, in which

Well - ye have all your pasions and 'tis Mı. Holman particularly distinguishev hima

nine se if in Oreites. He had tenderness and (Call it my lobby, or my Columbine) variety. Mr. Pope had great merit in Ilrapp'd in your graciousness to play my part, Pyrrhus, and Miss Brunton in Hermione. Whilit HONEST GRATITUDE expands my Mrs. Wells was, as usual, full of miscellany

heart. wat one time tragical and impressive-aud This is my dear delight; and, warm'd by at another whining and indifferent.

this, After the piay Mrs. Brow'n made her ap- Nn shape of comic humour comes amiss. pearance in the Virgin Unmaskid, ana zave

Periness, absurdity, or affcctation, a second proof of her clain to the luftrages Are things alike of comic imitation. of the public for the Hoyven appoin:ment. Be theirsine censure ; but if we excell, Iler singing was full of spirit and music.

Be ours i he praise of imitating well. She has a cultivated voice, and in the whole

Le Siakespeare shield us; he delighed more of the part attracted the applause of the To stoop ai mithrul follies, chan to lvar. Theatre.

Wellinen, Ici writers print, and inalice grip, Mr. Edwin being taken suddenly ill, Mr. This night we've boldly vy'd with Harlequin, Brown, the lady's husband, undertook the

Changing (a change it seems of special norej part of i e Dancing-master, and in his ca- The lady's veitments for a butler's coat. piring, as well as acting, came ofi well,

Bui you approving, we dety each grub, considering the shortness of his noticc, and

Ana Riiket riles undebas'd by Scrüb. the embarrassments of a first appearance.

February the 4th, The Provok'd Huíband 13. Mrs. Billington, from the Dublin was acted at the fame Theatre; - Lord Theatre, pertormed Rosetta in Love in 1 Townly by Mr. Pope, and Lary T. unly Village, at Covent-Garden, (as, it is said, at by Ms. Warren. This was the first appear. the Special command of her Majefts: in arcoof each of thesc in Coincidy, and they whole concerts ihis young lady was lately acquitted themselves, if not with excellence, a vocal performer) and was received with at least with sufficient decency to give prise the warnieft applause. mise of improvement.

Mrs. Billington's figure is elegant; her face 6. Mrs. Siddons returned to the Theatre expressive; her deporiment gentecl; her after her confincineni, and performed Mrs. voice distinct and melodious. Her drcís lovemore by command of their Majliies. was imple, and more in character than any She was received with the greatcit denio!:- periormer's we recollect in that part, which ftrations of fatisfaction by the audience, and is too generally overcharged with finerv. performed the character incomparabiy. The song introduced in the second ac, in tbe

7. Mrs. Wells performed Rosalind in As scene with Madge, was executed in a most You like it. The public not being intirely excellent tyle; ani the air beginning, reconciled to this lady's tragic efforts, it love shonld you meet a find pair," de was was prudent to return to functhing like her fang with the most exquisite taste and sendifumer tell. On this occasion she acquified billiy; several others of her songs met wizba berself with spirit, talte, and propricty. the most unbounded and deferved applause. 10. An uncommon exhibition was sen

Mrs. Billington is the daughter of the Izle at Covent Gardon Theatre this evenig, in Mrs. Weichtel, the celebraicd iinger al The Sırarag:m, performed for the benefit of Vauxhall-gardens. Mrs. Abington. That lady on this occasion 16. Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Brown apo repreienied Scrub, and, as might be expect-'peared, for the firit time, a: Covent-Garces, ed, golome money, but lost more than its in the characters of Lady Bell Bioonice and Civalent in ime. Her performanic was Mifs Pendragon, in which is the Vian? vry unyurthy of her talen's, and we very Buch (: ladies appeared lu much advantage

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sa these opposite representations of refine- disapprobation, and the piece concluded nient and vulgarity, and made good their haftily. telvedlive claims to public applause.

These circumstances probably induced the 17. A new Fatce, intitled Love in a author afterwards to withdraw it. Camp, or Patrick in Prussia, a second part The following is the to the Poor Soldier, was performed for the

PROLOGUE, firt time at Covent-Garden.

This Farce is the production of Mr. Written by Mr. COB B, O'Keefe, and it has the character of most

And spoken by Mr. BANNISTER, Jun. dramatic second parts-that of being inferior to the first. Patrick and Darby are tran. WHO has not been, juft at his dinner hour, fported to Germany, and are followed this

In London streets, o'ertaken by a shower! ther by Norah and Father Luke. It is un- And whilft a door receiv'd his straighten'd Decellary to recite the collection of incidents

back, that constitute the plat-they have some hu- In vain has halloo'd to the passing hack : mnour. The dialogue is lively, and is charged

First ey'd his stockings, and then ey'd the with the usual quantity of puns. The muhe is chiedy compiled, Mr. Shield having furnished but the overture, and a single air.

Peep'd out, and withid, and peep'd, and 18. A now Farce, entitled The Projects,

wish'd again ; * 25 performed for the first time at Drury- 'Till pinch'd with hunger, and his patience Lane

tir'd, The piot of this piece is Spanish, and it is Hoarse with the frequent call of “ Coach the production of Mr. Kemble.-Dɔn Fran

unbir'd," cico and Don Pedro, two old gentleman, Desperate has fallied from his cold retreat, are determined to marry and immure their And dar'd the dangers of the dirty street; wards Laura and Julia.' This their lovers, Where luckier friends, bleft with a coach at Carios and Antonio, determine to prevent ; azd by various projects, with the affiftance Have nodded, smild, and splash'd him as of Sancho and Jacintha, they carry off and

they pass'd. marry the ladies. There is a great deal of contrivance in the

But worse, alas ! the dangers which surconduct of this little piece. The intrigue the bard who ventures on dramatic ground,

round is managed with all the dexterity of the Spanish school, and the incidants produce

Who dares the critic storm, the sneering frong and well pointed effects - Such for

cough, thance is the firatagem by which Sancho

The hils--the ah! no more l and Of! Off ! delivers a letter :0 Julia. While her old

Off! lwer kneels to kiss her hand, Sancho de- While brother bards snug in their boxes sit, hver the letter over his head-and he en- Loll at their ease, aud-splash him with pages the old gentleman with some learned

their wit. balderdash, while he settles with Jacintha

And yet those smiles--I like them I afe how he is to receive an answer. This stratågein is succeeded by one ftill more laugh Good friends--to-night fair weather I conabie-The old fellow having detected the serier and answer, condemns his bride and

jure you. bes Abigail to read them, previous to their

Each day to some new Projects ftill gives execution. Jacintha reads a fiétitious an

birth, sner, which, as she reads, Julia writes

And Science scorning now to tread on earth, sw0, and by a dextrous transfer, the old Fir'd with the lessons by ambition taught her, Er is imposed on with the new lettcr.- Sails in the air, or walks upon the water. The change of dilgu les for the elopement Wbo knows but that this water-walking 1 cllo weil imagined, -- These incidents, as pallion Inry serve fo highly to engage the mind, are May at some future day become the fashion ; ential to regulated drama, and they are The motley groupe who fill the crowded the foul of farce. O! lace, however, plot

Mall, and business having been overlooked by wri- May take a turn or two on the Canal ; ters, we have been accultomed to no other Fulica'ion than that of dialogue-and we

While fuber cits, on Sundays when 'is fine, espect that that dialogue should have broad Paddling thro' London bridge, haste home to Lubour for its character-lo humour this

dine; purce mult yield the palm; but for other 'Till future Statesmen in this untax'd nation, Siquittes it is highly deserving of public fa- Deeming these follies objects of taxation,

ul. - Towards the conclusion of the Grant licences, permitting the receiver larce , come voices expressed symptenis of To take a morning's lounge upon the river :



sure you,

Evrop. Mac.

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