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'Tis the smile on every face
Saying that the winter's o'er ; 'Tis the novelty I trace
In what I've seen so oft before.
Winery skies no more are seen,
Behold with what commanding pow'r
She rolls her pure-inspiring eyes ; Bids Winter take his northern tour
To furtheft Zembla's cheerless skies. He flics, borne on Boréan wing,
And calls his bluft'ring sons away; His bluit'ring fons attend their king,
Nor dare his voice io disobey. Nature in brauteous veft array'd,
Now (preads profugon o'er the plain; While music wakes from ev'ry shade,
And Echo brea:hes spontaneous strains. When now the Sun's increasing pow'r Throws from the Twins his scorching
bcam, I'd wish to seek the shelt'ring bow's,
The thick-Iprung shade and cooling stream ; With thee, dear Ellen, gentle fair,
Enjoying all the season yields,
Hygeian joys and flow'ry fields.
Thy fav'rite rock's gay syivan pride, Let us afccnd, and joyous view
Beneath, the Eden's peaceful tide.
Enjoys a fair enchanting scene,
And matchless shades of purest green.
Acwill’midit rocks, and woods, anà dells; Here beauty ev'ry charm dilplays,
And ev'ry guardian Genius dwells. Here biel in all my heart holds dear,
With cla'ping arms I'd wish to prove
For Spring's thy scalon, pow'rtul Love.
S O N N E T.
And many a bubble on its brealt it bore, Which quickly bursting, vanish'd from my
eye, And scarcely was created, ere no more. I saw the western sky with gold o'erspread, Glowing with purple, and with crinson
bright; A minute pals'd -and every tint was fled And lost, and blended with oblivious
vighi. On thee, O wretched man, my thought was
turn'd; For thee thi' involuntary tear did flow : Thy floating happiness I'inly mourn'd:
For ah! by lad experience well I know, Life's faireft views are but an airy dream, Frail as the transient cloud, or bubble on the stream.
Come Zephyr's soft, Favoman, mild,
And on your wings pure fragrance bear. For, lo! like some gay sparkling bride,
Prepar'd for Hymen's gentlelt band, Young Spring appears in blooming pride,
Dispensing pleasures round the land, Froin southern climes, unknown to fame,
Or vei'ran Cooke's exploring eye, Midit father Neptune's mild domain,
Where ne'er was known the wintry sky, She comes! Around her airy Pow'rs,
Young Loves and Graces sportive play, Aod vernal suns and vernal show'rs,
With all the sweets of heay’nly May.
The MONTH of MAY.
Gives life and vigour by each ray;
Bear o'er the earth their rigid sway;
(Of bounteous Heav'n a rich display?) And flow’rs their various (wecis disclose,
To deck the plcaling Month of May.
Ρ ο Ε Τ R Υ.
Perch'd on each new-enliven'd spray,
In antic dance and sportive play,
(His looks all jocund, blythe, and gay) To see the toil of lab'ring hands Rewarded in the Month of May.
E. T. P.
ENGLAND reclining on a Buft of Lord
to age :
THEATRICAL JOURN A L. APRIL 24, The Bird in a Cage, a Comedy, Armid at all points each Gallic heart to
by James Shirley, originally published in smother, 1633, was revived at Covent Garden for the One end in' opposition to the other benefit of Mr. Quick. This drama possesses Before-th' advancing foe no hope shall find, many of the beauties, and most of the defects, And wisely guarded gainst surprize behind of our ancient theatrical performances. It In aid of this thall come a corps of beaux, is incorrect, extravagant, and improbable ; Loft 'twixt two cannon curls each poggia but, at the same time, it is in many parts poetical, shrewd, various, and enlivening. A gentle band they move-above their fears The characters were io general well per. As far as are their capes above their ears. formed ; and Mrs. Wells, who performed O'er Plymouth cops in Opera steps they dance, Eugenia, the principal female character, To take the fashions as they land from France. spuke the following Epilogue, written by Capt. Topham.
If such the fate our beaux and belles cas WELL, gentle dames, though barr'd and
Where is that daring power will take the bolced fast,
field ? I am, as women will be, free at laft:
In subtle guise, and without beat of drum, And where's the right which daring men in
Ву art invisible" Thall Gallia come, herit,
To meet the “ fimple Susans” of our fair, To bind in chains the free-born female fpirit ! No-Let us keep our order and our charter,
Caps a la Reine, and-every fool's cap there;
" While nicer skill fall, from opposing zeal, And hold the ribband ftill above the garter.
“ Some freth Ambassador for commerce steal, For while this gallant mind the sex can
“ Who a new reciprocity ensures, boast, Need Acts of Parliament defend our coaft?
" And barters English steel for French
“ Liqucurs." Invasion's threat no female heart appalsOur husbands, they may stand as wooden walls
Say, grave and reverend Signors, will you
then While woman, safe on shore, defends the
Commit to ladies what belongs to men? nation, Herself one general, vast fortification.
Truft to our management the constitution? High o'er her head the standard plume she
Your gentle ayes will pass the resolution.
I am the Speaker, and my vote says. Yes.
frill, Herself, the mistress of the works, shall stand, Afterwards was revived, if such a muti. with ordnance bills and data in her hand, lation deserves the name of a revival, “The
Drummer,” by Mr. Addison. The per- " Die to please a husband !” says each moformances of Mr. Quick and Mrs. Pitt de
dith dame ; serve to be spoken of in the highest terms; “ Heav'ns! what a Gothic thought, what fin, but the havock made hy the very injudicious
“ what Thame !" alterations and curtailment of so excellent a So then, this Gothic thought no plaudit draws, plusy cannot be sufficiently censured.
You deem it e'en a sin to yield applause : 26. “ The Widow Bewitched," a Come. Admit a fin, such gen'rous contribution, dy by Mostley, which had been acted with. I'm POPE, and promise you AN ABSOLUTION. our success at Goodman's. Fields about fortyfive years since, was revived at Drury-lane, 2. A filter of Mrs. Martyr made her first for the benefit of Mr. Baddeley.
theatrical essay at Covent-garden in the cha28. “ The Irish Widow” was performed racter of Miss Aubrey, in The Fashionable at Drury-lane for the benefit of Mrs. Jordan, Lover. Of her performance we shall only who represented the Widow fuccessfully. observe, that it betrayed every mark of want The house upon this occasion was crowded in of experience, and therefore it will be more a very extraordinary manner, and Mrs. candid to wait until time shall have matured Jordan, besides the advantages arising from her judgment before any decided opinion the theatre, was complimen ed with an ad- is given of her merits. ditional lum of money presented to her by the Club at Brookes's.
Before the play the following occasional MAY 5. Mrs. Pope, who had remained Address, written by Horatio Edgar Robson, unengaged at either theatre during this season, Esq. was spoken by Mr. Holman : performed Zenobia in the play of that name, IN these bold times, when lit'rature's the at Covent-garden, for the benefit of her
rage, husband, Mr. Pope, who himself performed And Zoilus Critics, vain, attack the 'STACE, Rhadamiltus. She was received by the au.
Who must find fault, which never has an end, dience with that applause which always at
Displaying errors, and a modern friend; tends desert ; and spoke the following Epi
la thele bold times, when puny gnats infest, logue, written by Peter Pindar:
And damn a Johnson for a ‘ JOURNAL' jef; BLEST be the glorious hard of antient days! Who then can mount the Pegalus of Fame, I mean old Thespis, who invented plays; When immortality's a fleeting name? Who drove through Greece, exhibiting his art, O 'twas a fin to squeeze • resentment's As higglers cry their turnips—from a cart.
rind' The drama's genius all my soul reveres, In that fam'd cup which rectified the mind, I love the queen of smiles and queen of Reform’d, instructed, and amaz’d mankind: tears :
In these bold times,-then boldness must And if my little merits meet your praise,
display Join'd are those moments to my happiest Superior force, and banith fear away.days
But then, alas ! you, critics, will condemn, Yet, when on me, weak plant, your plaudits For female boldness seldom pleases men. pour,
Yet one waits there—but fortitude is loft ! My foliage triumphs in the foft'ring hour, Her aching heart by many a fear is tost;
Trenibling, with doubt, this dang'rous ground From Pity's soul to force the melting righ,
to tread, To wake the beam in LAUGHTER's glad'ning “ With all her imperfections on her head :" eye,
Afraid, left you thou'd think her scheme (Whilft Virtue weeps o'er Merit's suff'ring
And stop the flute'ring of a joaring bird. Whilft Virtue smiles on Laughter's scenes Let me entreat your candour, then, to-night, applause)
Nor pluck a TWIN-ROSE from a sister's Hath giv'n delight to many a moment past,
fight. And if your voice approve, shall cheer my last. One SYREN MARTYR you have long ap
prov'd, Tho'to these walls I've late a stranger been, Now martyr not what she has ever loved ; Remembrance, loth to quit the long-lov'd For when some years of acting, summer's scene,
dew, The fav'rite spot with doating fondness ey'd, Have satisfied herself, by pleasing you ; Like ghofts that haunt the places where they Then may her faeting, falling leaves declare dy'd,
How blest, 'how sweet, her early blotroms “ What brought you here to-night?” the
Let me entreat them-I have felt your pow'r, To please a husband, I came here to dic. And ulher'd in a decorative flower,
That breath'd sweet Nature's fragrance round Squeez'd thro' the Bar, he waddles tow'rd
the West, 'Twas BRUNTON came, and saw, and cor
With Ton,like TURTLE, rising in his breaft: quer'd too.
No more the smoaky 'Change he tramps till Yet proud again, an advocate I came,
dark, And Pboenix Warren found a Powel's fame; But trots, with pleasing pain, along the Park; A third, unskilld, will venture forth to- Where each rough step, when once he gets night ;
a straddle, In this dramatic sphere will take her fight, Parts him, involuntary, from the saddle, To buoy up emulation and her cause, 'Till hearty bumps bis readiness explain Let candour dictate,-juflice give applause.
To come in contact with it once again :
Whilft his content bursts forth at ev'ry blow, 11. Small-Talk; or, The Hejlminsler Boy, Express'd emphatick in--ho, ho, ho, ho ! a Farce, by Capt. Topham, was attempted to
Thus, priz'd, like cannon, rides this great be acted at Covent-Garden, for the benefit of
rebounder, Mrs. Wells. By the most unexampled ne- Mark'd out a monstrous ninety thousand gligence of the Masters of Westminster
pounder! School, a number of the Gentlemen educated
Some how, some nod, some cut him, all be at that seminary were suffered to be at the
side him, Theatre this evening, and, by every species of Some few--for weighty reasons---pace behind disturbance, put a stop to the performance of the piece. Of what we were not suffered
And, as they cheek by jowl, jog on together, to hear, it is impossible to give any account ;
He cries, “ 'Tis charming riding, whew ! we must therefore postpone this subject une
fine warm-weather ! til the Farce has had a fair and candid hearing. When if Sir John, high caped, comes dashing Before the piece, the following Prologue,
by, written by Mr. Colman, jun, was spoken by With equipage and doxey ever nigh, Mr. Holman :
Darting Tharp pebbles in the good man's eye, FEW Critics here, our vulgar tongue who His steed, with sympathy for the difaster, speak,
Kicks at the insult offer'J to his matter i Have read one Euclid - for he wrote in Then of true balance never losing light, Greek :
His neck new-loaded, thro' his rider's fright, Few too, I ween, great censors of our nation! Rears up on end...and sets the matter riglit. Have troubled e'en their heads with the The morning thus well over, evening comes, translation.
Plays, operas, concerts, bails, masques, routs Learn then, ye editors ! that Euclid said,
and drums, Withing to cram some truth into your head, Where, spite of proverb, birds of different Hoping - vain hopes, alas ! beyond a doubt
feather, Where something's in, that something may Owls, peacocks, rooks and pigeons flock tocome out;
gether! He said he'd swear it too, upon his soul- Bears, boars, and monkeys too, all grace each That many little parts compose the whole.
feast, Our authors now, unletter'd as you rate 'em, Our cit..-a bat---disown'u hy bird and beaft. All scribble on this old, establish'd DATUM ; Partial to Ton, with pain he sees and fighs, Swear that small scribblers, and with no What havock fashion makes with memories; small reason,
In silence grieves, and cannot help repining, Combin'd, produce one great dramatic season. To mark men's faculties su soon declining : Our's of to-night-great thanks you'll surely Weeps for my Lord, groans deeply for his vute all !
Grace, Adds his small sum, to swell the scribbling Who calls this morning--- borrow'd too total;
Lad cale! Skill'd, like the rest, his fertile thoughts in Tow'rd fupper time, has quite forgot his chalking,
face ! Such as-small wit, small plot-and last Fraught with these cenes, our bard his pencil --not least, small-talking.
fetches, Small talk, like sunshine, plays around his And brings this foremost 'mongst his leisure pel. ;
sketches ; His characters mere shadows..-'mongst the Hits oft each folly rising to the view, men,
Hoping what pleases him, amuses you ; Glices forth a good fubstantial citizen, To nobler pictures sends his small addition, Wno, tolid city joys no more his passion, And claims a corner in our exhibition. Sighs for the light whipt-lyllabub of fashi ɔn.
13 Timon of Athens, altered by Mr. Hull, Tho' when they thro' the atmosphere have was acted at Covent-Garden for that gentle
rollid, man's benefit. In this play a new character All they can tell us is, 'twas ucry
cold of a mistress of Timon's was introduced, and Since you grown folks are pleas'd with such performed by a young lady, said to be a
light toys, fitter of Mrs. Kemble, formerly Miss Satch. No wonder they infect us HACKNEY boys : eil. Her figure, manner, and deportment, We mount ourselves to-night-But we'll were calculated to impress a favourable opi. froduce nion of her future performance. She was An old balloon, of more important use : natural and affecting, and, allowing for the No oil. skin ours, inflated like a ton, defects arising from timidity, promises to be Sailing from HACKNEY M RSH to ISLING. an acquisition to the theatre. We cannot say
ΤΟΝ, the fame of Mr. Hull's alteration, which which the Thames crossing, and the astonilli'd ought to be consigned to oblivion.
town, 15. Hamlet and Comus were performed at Linds two starv'd passengers at HORSLEYDrury-Lane, for the benefit of Mrs. Side dons. This great actress acquitted herself Whilft these but aim t'o'ertop each church with her usual success, and to the satisfaction
and steeple, of a most numerous audience, in the parts of And take their sand-bags downı blind the Ophelia and the Lady.
people, 20. I'll Tell You What was performed at We'll shew you one that dares a nobler flight, Covent Garden, for the benefit of Mrs. And warms your paffions, whilft it charms Inchbald, the authorels, and, to the surprize
your right; of the frequenters of the theatre, to a thin One, that in spite of elements will rise, house. Considering the excellence of this Float thro' new worlds, and pierce the discomedy, and its deserved success last season at
tant skies ; the Hay-Market, we think Mrs. Inchbald One, that can face all winds so tight, so has every reason to wonder at the fickleness
clever, of the Public.
Equall’d by none- -SHAKESPEAR's bal
loon for ever! April 24, 27, and 29, Cymbeline was act.
(A loud clap of tbundır.) ed at Hackney School. The parts as fol- And hark! consenting Nature by this peal lows :
Seems to record the truth which I reveal ! Potthumas,
Mr. Dalrymple. Ascend with him—he'll bear you in a trice
To thrilling regions of chick-ribbed ice,
Or thence to scenes which fire the soul and
Mr. Stracey, jun. With all the pow'rs of fiction's imag'ry ; Pisanio, Mr. Vere.
Take you to Horror's defolate domains, Cloten, Mr. Thomas.
Where conscious guilt thi’ abandon'd wretch French Gentleman, Mr. Cagell.
arraigns, Roman Captain, Mr. Vere, jun.
Or the mild skies which Pity's throne furCornelius, Mr. Clavering
round, Mr.Clerk. Two Gentlemen,
Where melting tears drop balm on Misery's Mr. Yorke.
Distance is nothing, or by fea or land,
Our Aeronaut bad NATURE at command. Queen,
Mr. Skiffington. What are fiar-bottoms which the French so
boatt? On this occasion the following Prologue He can at will laud armies on their coast; and Epilogue, written by George Keate, Transports his troops as quick as Fancy's Esq. were spoken, the former by Sir Gilbert
glance, Heathcote, and the latter by Mr. Skeffing. This hour in ENGLAND, and the next in
And ladies ! in the scenes we'll now display, WHEN half the world are soaring to the Drive but all apprehension quite away,
We'll, on the very benches that you sit on, Bund up by fashion's trumpery balloon ;
Waft you to Rome, and back again to When cats, dogs, women, cleave the yielding
But lo ! the prompter's band prepares to ring : To make the gaping croud look up and stare, Lads, are ye ready all ? (answered by a buzza) Aud madly, in philosophy's defiance,
Then cut the stringTheir folly sanction with the name of science ;