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'Tis the smile on every face

Saying that the winter's o'er ; 'Tis ibe novelty I trace

In what I've seco fo oft before.
These the gentle Spring declare:

Wintry skies no more are seen,
But a seafun mild and fair
Spreads delight o'er all ibe scene.

G. C.

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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 westero sky with gold o'erspread, Glowing with purple, and with crimson

bright; A minute pals’d-and every tint was fled And loft, and blended with oblivious

night. On thee, O wretched man, my thought was

turn'd; For thee th’involuntary tear did flow : Thy floating happiness l'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 ftream.

G. C.

Behold with what commanding pow'r

She rolls her pure-inspiring eyes ; Bids Winter take his northern tour

To furtheit Zembla's cheerless skics. He flics, borne on Boréan wing,

And calls his blust'ring sons away; His blutt'ring fons attend their king,

Nor dare his voice io disobey. Nature in beauteous veft array'd,

Now (preads profulon 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,
The rambling walk, the fragrant air,

Hygeian joys and flow'ry fields.
Where trees o’erhang its shaggy brow,

Thy fav’rite rock's gay syivan pride, Let us ascend, and joyous view

Bencath, the Eden's peaceful tide.
From this exalted feat the Muse

Enjoys a fair enchanting scene,
Walks, Itatues, buildings, rural views,

And matchless shades of purelt green.
Delightful land ! Here Nature plays

Arwill’midit rocks, and woods, and dells; Here beauty ev'ry charm displays,

And ev'ry guardian Genius dwells. Here bleft in all my heart holds dear,

With cla'ping arms I'd wish to prove
Those mutual joys that flow lipcere ;

For Spring's thy scalon, pow'rtul Love.


IMPROMPTU On a Lady foxnewhat discomposed at having

a Blood thot Eye.
HEX let it be said,

Thine eye is all red,
Nor therefore, dear Harriett, be moody:

Since so many die

By the Prokc of that eve,
No wonder the weapon is bloody.

The MONTH of M A Y.


NATUBE, now rais'd from Winter's


to SPRING. COME Fancy, Nature's pleafıng child,

Advance with the advancing year ; Come Zephyr's solt, Favonian, mud,

And on your wings pure fragrance bear. For, lo! like some gay sparkling bride,

Prepar'd for Hymen's gentleft band, Young Spring appears in blooming pride,

Dispensing pleasures round the land. From southern climes, unknown to fame,

Or vei'ran Cooke's exploring eye, Midtt 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, And vernal sups and vernal Mow'rs,

With all the sweets of heav'nly May.

Puis on her brightest, best array ;
Creation welcomes her approach,
And hails the chearful Month of May.

Phobus his chariot nearer drives,

Gives life and vigour by each ray;
All animation now revives,
Wak'd by the genial Month of May.

No piercing colds or chilling blast

Bear o'er the earth their rigid sway ;
The storms are over, gone, and past,
And left serene the Month of May.

Verdant around the prospect glows,

(Of bounteous Heav'n a rich display !) And flow’rs their various swocts disclose,

1o deck the plcasing Month of May.

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THEATRICAL JOURN A L. APRIL 24, The Bird in a Cage, a Comedy; Armd 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 otherbenefit 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 caunon curls each puggish 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 tops 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.

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wield, WELL, gentle dames, though barr'd and bolted fast,

Where is that daring power will take the

field ? I am, as women will be, free at laft: And where's the right which daring men in- By “ art invisible” shall Gallia come,

In subtle guise, and without beat of drum, herit, To bind in chains the free.

born female fpirit! Caps a la Reine, and every fool's cap there;

To meet the “ simple Susans” of our fair, No-Let us keep our order and our charter, And hold the ribband ftill above the garter.

“ While nicer skill Thall, from oppofing zeal,

“ Some freth Ambassador for commerce fteal, For while this gallant mind the sex can

“ Who a new reciprocity ensures, boast, Need Acts of Parliament defend our coast?

“ And bacters English steel for French Invasion's threat no female heart appalsOur husbands, they may stand as wooden walls

Say, grave and reverend Signors, will you

then While woman, fafe on shore, defends the Commit to ladies what belongs to men?

nation, Herself one general, vast fortification.

Truft to our management the conftitution ? High o'er her head the standard plume The But should you equally divide on this-,

Your gentle ayes will pass the resolucion. For gay recruits, and Flat:ery's volunteers.

I am the Speaker, and my vote says Yes. While ambulh'd Cupids in wait to kill [The lines included in the inserted From groves of gauze and battlements of commas” were omitted in the speaking.]

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. Aldison. The per- “ Die to please a husband !" says each moformances of Mr. Qilick and Mrs. Pitt de

dish 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, pl.iy 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 Mortley, which had been acted with. I'm POPE, and promise you AN ABSOLUTION. out 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 repretenced the Widow successfully. observe, that it betrayed every mark of want The house upon this occafion 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

Before the play the following occasional the Club at Brookes's. 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 'STAGE,' Rhadamiltus. She was received by the au ·

Who must find fault, which never has an end, dience with that applause which always attends desert ; and spoke the following Epi- In these bold times, when puny gnats infest,

Displaying errors, and a modern friend; 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 Pegasus of Fame, I mean old Thelpis, 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,-chen boldness must And if my little merits meet your praise,

display Join'd are those moments to my happiest Superior force, and banish fear away.Jays

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 sigh,

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 absurd, cause,

And stop the flutt'ring of a joaring bird. Whilft Virtue (miles on Laughter's scenes Let me entreat your candour, ihen, 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 lov'd; 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 ghosts that haunt the places where they Then may ber facting, falling leaves declare dy'd.

How bleft, -how tweet, her early blotloms “ 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,




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That breath'd (weet Nature's fragrance round Squeez'd thro' the Bar, he waddles tow'rd to you

the West, 'Twas BRUNTON came, and saw, and con- With Ton, like TURTLE, rising in his breaft: quer'd too.

No more the smoaky 'Change le 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, unskill'd, will venture forth to- Where each rough step, when once he gets night ;

a straddle, In this dramatic sphere will take her Alight, Parts him, involuntary, from the saddle, To buoy up emulation and her cause, 'Till hearty bumps bis readiness explain Let candour dictate,-justice give applause.

To come in contact with it once again :

Whilft his content bursts forth at ev'ry blow, 11. Small-Talk; or, The Wejlminsler Boy, Express'd emphatick in--ho, ho, ho, ho ! a Farce, by Capt. Topham, was attempted to be acted at Covent Garden, for the benefit of Thus, priz'd, like cannon, rides this great

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

fide 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 until the Farce has had a fair and candid hearing. When if Sir John, high caped, comes dalhing

fine warm-weather ! Before the piece, the following Prologue, 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 bere, our vulgar tongue who His steed, with sympathy for the difafter, speak,

Kicks at the insult offer'd to his matter; 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 right. Have troubled e'en their heads with the The morning thus well over, evening comes, translation.

Plays, operas, concerts, bails, marques, routs Learn then, ye editors ! that Euclid said,

and drums, Wishing 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 u bole.

feast, Our authors now, unletter'd as you rate 'em, Our cit.--a bat-.-disown'd by bird and beast. All scribble on this old, establish'd DATUM ; Partial to Ton, with pain he sees and sighs, Swear that small scribblers, and with no What havock fashion makes with memones; small reason,

In silence grieves, and cannot help repining, Combin'd, produce one great dramatic season. To mark men's faculties su foon declining ; Our's of to-night-great thanks you'll surely Weeps for my Lord, groans deeply for his? vote all !

Grace, Adds his small fum, to swell the scribbling Who call’d this morning--- borrow'd too

-fad cale! Skill'd, like the rest, fis fertile thoughts in Tow'rd fupper time, has quite forgot his chalking,

face ! Such as-small wit, small plot-and last Fraught with these scenes, our bard his pencil not least, small-talking.

fetches, Small talk, like sunshine, plays around his ? And brings this foremost 'mongst bis leisure per. ;

Iketches ;
His characters mere (hadows---'mongst the Hits oft each folly rising to the view,

Hoping what pleases him, amuses you ; Glices forth a good fubftantial citizen, To nobler pictures sends his small addition, Wno, tulid city joys no more his passion, And claims a corner in our exhibition. Sighs for the light whipt-Syllabub of falhiɔn.

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13. TIES

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 p!ay a new character All they can tell us is, 'twas very 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, litter of Mrs. Kemble, formerly Miss Satch. No wonder they infect us HACKNEX boys : ell. 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. Ikin ours, inflated like a ton, defects arising from timid.ty, promises to be Sailing from HACKNEY M RSH to Isline. an acquisition to the theatre. We cannot say

TON, the fame of Mr. Hull's alteration, which which the THAMES crofing, and the astonisli’d ought to be consigned to oblivion.

town, 15. Hamlet and Comus were performed at Lunds two starrid passengers at HORSLEYDrury-Lane, for the benefit of Mrs. Sid

DOWNdons. This great actress acquitted herself Whilft there 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 Thake their sand-bags down t blind the Ophelia and the Lady.

people, 20. I'll Tell You Whas 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 authoress, and, to the surprize your sight ; 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.

Equallid by none- -SHAKESPEAR's bal

loon for ever! April 24, 27, and 29, Cymbeline was act

(A loud clap of thunder.) ed at Hackney School. The parts as fol- And hark! consenting Nalure by this peal lows :

Seems to record the truth which I reveal ! Potthumas,

Mr. Dalrymple. Ascend with bim-he'll bear you in a trice
Ld. H. Fitzroy.

To tbrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice,
Mr. Smill.

Or thence to scenes which fire the soul and
Mr. Pelbam.

eye Arviragus,

Mr. Stracey, jun. With all the pow'rs of fiction's imag'ry ; Pitanio, Mr. Vere,

Take you to Horror's defolate domains, Cloten, Mr. Thomas.

Where conscious guilt th' abandon'd wretch French Gentleman, Mr. Capello

arraigns, Roman Captain, Mr. Vere, jun.

Or the mild skies which Pity's throne fur. Cornelius, Mr. Clavering

round, Mr.Clerk, Two Gentlemen,

Where melcing tears drop balm on Misery's Mr. Yorke.

Mr. Ponsonby.

Distance is nothing, or by sea or land,
Mr. Newcomb.

Our Aeronaut had NATURE at command. Queen,

Mr. Skeffington. What are fiar-bottoms which the French so Helen, Mr. Perlis.

boait ? On this occasion the following Prologue He can at will land armies on their coast; and Epilogue, written by George Keate, Transports his troops as quick as Fancy's Eq. were spoken, the former by Sir Gilbert

glance, Heathcote, and the latter by Mr. Skefing. This hour in ExcLAND, 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, moon,

We'll, on the very benches that you fit on, Buay'd up by fashion's truwpery balloon ;

Waft you to Rome, and back again to When cats, dogs, women, cleave the yielding


But lo ! the prompter's hand prepares to ring ; To make the gaping croud look up and stare, Lads, are ye ready all ? (answered by a buzza) And madly, in philofophy's defiance,

Then cut the stringTheir folly sanction with the name of science ;

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