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Then don't be angry with my diction, But virtue-- to no state confin'da
Because 'tis truth instead of fiction.

Can bless the poorest, humblest mind!
Farewell !--may all my wishes follow, As well the CHILD of Fortune's frown,
And I shall be your great Apollo.

As him who sparkles on a throne.
CANDI DU S. No clime can bound her gentle reign-

No tyrant laws her beams detain--
THOUGHTS

Nor time nor accident impair

The bliss her favour'd vot'rics Mare. On Walking in ETON-COLLEGE.

Go then this moral maxim know, 'T WAS at the filent evening hour- Virtue is bappinejs below!"

When Sensibility's foft pow'r Had fill each wilder passion laid

To MIRA, on her WEDDING - DAY. To Eton's walls I pensive stray d.

By Mr. WECB.
There, as I trod her court around,
Nor human voice nor step I found.

ASSUME, my Verse, thy worted art, And ab! cried I, " is abis obe place

While all in expectation stand, Weich Poets bave been fond to praise ?

Canst thou not paint the willing heart Where Science ofi' bas proudly rov'd?

That coyly gives the trembling hand ? Tbe jewe wtich every Mule kas lov'd? Canst thou not summon from the sky Weere WARRIORS, STATLSMEN, COUR- Soft Venus and her milk-whire Doves ! TIERS, Kings,

Mark-in an ealy yoke they fly,
Learnt their forft thought of Men and Tlings? An emblem of unsever'd loves.
Wbere Patriots caught the generous flame,
Which gave their deeds to deathless fame,

Now, Mira, art thou pale with fear;
Wbere lifying Bards were learnt in fing,

Look not, thou Sweetness, thus forlorn; And raugbt tbuir early vows to bring?

She smiles -and now such tints appear “ Ah, yes!-this rustic College Thews

As steal upon the filver morn. Where Sages, Bards, and Patriots rore ! Quick, Hymen, to the temple lead; And ah!" in sullen tone I said,

Cupid, thy victory pursue ; As round her walls I pensive ttray'd, In blushes rose the conscious Maid; “ Had Fortune heard my early claim,

Trust me, Me'll set in blushes too. I too might then have rose to fame !

Well may the lover fondly gaze I might have join'd the Patriot band,

On thy bright cheek, and bloom of youth, And, virtue-bound, walk'd hand in hand,

Impatient of the calmer praise
To ftem Ambition's spreading way-

Of sweetness, innocence, and truth.
Or dark Corruption's haunts betray-
I might have rose the sword tɔ wield,

Yet these Tall to thy latest hour,
And vict'ry led along the field :

These only shall secure thy bliss : Or (happier still) through Science ftray'd,

When the pale lip hath lost its power,
And ev ry grace of mind display d.”

The te ftualt give nectar to the kiss.
Thus, as I discontented cried,
Methought a murmuring voice replied,

To a I. ADY,
And seem'd, along the gloomy way,

With a Present of Popp's Works. In whispering friendly tone to say

By the Hon. CHARLES YORK I. Go, pensive youth, and learn to prize What thoughtless minds too oft despise. TH

HE Lover, oft to please fome faithless 'Tis true this rustic manfion shews

dame, Where Warriors, Statesmen, Courtiers rose : With vulgar presents feeds the dying flame, But cast thy pensive eyes around,

Then adds a verfe-of fighted vows comSee now how till the hallow'd ground !

plains, No noises wake th'attentive ear!

Whilft ihc--the giver and the gift disdains. No gay-clad feet now wander here !

These strains to thee no idle fuit commend, “ Thus the sweet Bard, whose gentle lay On whom gay loves with chaste desires Could charm diftross and woe away

attend; The hero-whore ambitious soul

Nor fancied excellence, nor amorous care, For conquest rov‘d from pole to pole Prompts to rafh praise, or feels with fond And others of a various name,

despair. Who here first trod the path to fame,

Enough, if the fair Volume find access ; Muft all in folemn filence lay

Then the great Poets' lays Mall best express; Sad! as these dreary walls betray.

Thy beauteous image there thou may’it regard, Learn, pensive mortal, 'then to know, Which frikes with modeft awe the meanett

bard That rank or wealth are “passing thew.".

Sare

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Sore had he living view'd thy tender youth, The Virtues, where thy relicks deep,
The bly of honour, and the grace of truth, Shall oft, a penfive train, appear ;
Ne'er with Belinda's charms his song had And meek Simplicity fhall weep
glow'd,

Thy gentle manners, lingering there.
But from thy form the loy'd idea fow'd : And there, while veil'd in lucid white,
His wanton satire ne'er the sex had scorn'd, Her borom shall incessant heave,
For thee by virtue and the muse adorn'd ! Shall young Sincerity delight

To deck her Mextox's honour'd grave.
STANZA S to the Memory of the
late Mr. E. Rack.

L'AMOUR TIMIDE.
By the Rev. R. POLWHELI, IF in that breaft, so good, fo pore,

Compassion ever lov'd to dwell,
Gothen, benignant spirit, 89, Pily the sorrows I endure :-
And with congenial spirits rest,

The cause must not-dare not tell !
Escap d from every earthly woe,
By friendship's holiest wishes bleft,

The grief that on my quiet preys,
Merit, though snatch'd from mortal eye,

That rends my heart;that checks my Lives to affection's memory Jear ;

tongue : And worth like thine all claim a ligh

I fear will last me all my days ; From all who knew thee c'aimn a tear,

But feel it will not last me long, Oft with supreme delight I trace

J. W. A.
Thy varied life, an active scene !

Part of a very elegant POEM
Os mark the friend of human race,
In fickness and in death serene.

By Mr. GREATHEAD:
Tho' in thy humble birth was found

Being PORTRAITS of Mrs. Piozzi, Mr. No flaii'ring hope of future tame;

MERRY, and Mr. PARSONS, at that time And circumscrib'din narrow bound,

writing together, in Italy. The hamlet only knew thy name; As such delighis my fancy cheer'd, Yet what can * circumscribe the luul>

A Bard of Aibion's Isle appear'd, Soon, with a spirited disdain,

Who here had loiter'd down the day, Thy genius spurn'd the base controul While fixty moons had waned away ; Of fickle fortune's galling chain,

And at his lyre's majestic sound
Untutor'd in the classic school,

The shepberd train would flock around,
Thy native sense could yet convey Beneath a wood's extensive shade,
To wandering youth each moral rule, Where many a fragrant zephyr play'd.
And guide them in the doubtful way,

A roving Nympb ro lightly trod,
Once too, thy breast the fav'ring Mule

She scarcely mark'd the velvet fod, Saw with ambition's ardour warm;

And with her numbers charm'd the ear But loan iho bade her fairy views

Of lift'ning Eve, who stay'd to hear ! Cheat thy fund eye with fleeting charm :

Hush'd was the lonely lover's flute ! Yet was the bright poetic bay

The doleful nightingale was mute, No longer to thy browa decreed ;

Whene'er the struck her British lyre
Behold, thy labours to repay,

With Grocian force, and Sappbo's fire
The wreath of truth thiy nobler meed!
To spread each falutary art

Nor diftant far a Youib reclio'd,
By liberal plans, with skill defiga'd,

Whole wild harp warbled to the wind, And in historic strain impart

So loftly sweet, fu clearly itrong, Some fresh instruction to the mind

That Arno's self admir'd the song. These were thy aims ! On these shall Fame And now with eager haftę I ftrove Thy beautiful memorial raise;

To join the Band that charm'd the grove,
And Gratitude diffuse her fame

But ah, my labour all was vain,
Thro' mapy a heart in future days For adverse powers my course restrain.
And, frequent, as her steps retire

Confused at length my visioo grew,
Far from a world of pomp and strife, Fantastic phantoms rose to view ;
Neligion Sall, herself, admire

Envy 1 saw, in yellow vest,
That evening mild which clos'd thy life. Malignani, scar ber Marivellid breast;

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What fancied zone cap circumscribe the Soul ?

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And there the fullea race appear,
Who fcorn the glowing verse to hear ;
Amaz'd, I found the tumult rise,
And deep on hasty pioion flies.

To a LADY who faid the pitied those who

lived under the EXTREMBS of Heat and
COLD.
you that wretch's fate bemoan,
Who, doom'd by Hear'a, for ever

glows
Beneath Arabia's burning zone,

Or freezes 'midt Norwegian (nows; How should you pity his distress,

Whose hapless lor, more hard than theirs (Oh hear it, Charlotte, and redress),

Each fad extreme united Thares.

Whilst you, insensible to love,

Unmov'd receive my tond defires;
Their different fates at once I picve,

Their coldness all, and all their nres.
Some years since a Gentleman of the name of

Boxd, of Bondvil, in the county of Ar-
magh, died, and left in his Will, for a
Dial to be erected on bis Grave, with the

following Inscription :
No marble pomp, ng monumental praise ;

My tomb this Dial, epitaph these lays
Pride and low mould'ring clay but ill agree;
Death levels me to beggars, kings to me.
Alive, instruction was my work each day;
Dead, I perfitt instruction to convey-
Here, reader,mark(perhaps now in shy prime)
The Healing teps of never-standing time:
Thou'll be what I am ; cich the present hour:
Employ that well, for that's within thy pow's.

THEATRICAL JOURNAL.

gay!

Lord ;

E PILOGUE

Tis known, the Comic Muse we here ex. To the AGREEABLE SURPRISE,

plore,

Nor dares Melpomene approach this door ; Written by MAJOR ARABIN, No entrance here by either night, or day, And Spoken in the Character of Mrs.

But to the pleasant !--[prightly !--witty! CHESHIRE, on 27th Deceniber, 1787.

This--their asylum ; --here, a festive board ONCE NCE more Surpriz --Agreeably I Gives bearty welcome from it's worthy

hope ! To find fair CHESHIRI give her_humour 6 * Great as his pleasure then-is our des scope

lighi, Tho' CHESHIRE's not the firf at ev'ry feast, " To see two other Masters here--tonight, You men must surely prize a Dame lo chaste ! “ Our grateiul feelings burft thro' all dir. For on your offers had fhe plac'd reliance,

guire, Should I furprize or not-by ber com- “ For who don't feel-Tbi Agrocable Sur pliance !

prize." " What would your Ladies fay”-when There sits our Prompter-ever sure to home you go,

please, If I but told them half- of what I know? Because he acts like Garrick-quite at Would jealous fears their anxious boloms

eare. (well?

# If bere he courts the Nine, the GracesOr wonder leize, to find a woman !--- tell ? Let us suppose them on their downy bed, Yet he is ever Our-peculiar care, And busy Fancy there had CHESHIRE led, None but the brave (you know) deserve Entwiu'd in Dumbers (where time (wiftly

the Fair! flies)!

Unmov'J by change of Uniforms, or LaceSuppose me caught :-would that be a Sur. The same his object in, or out of Place prize ?

Still may he spurn at Fortune's varying fate! Or loug between you both I took my place ; " As Hoft !-as Manager !-as Slatelınan Tbas--sure would be a moft Surprising cale !

Great."
* Omitted, and these Lines fubitituted.
" Great as his pleasure-late was our delight,
“ Hoping to see our fav’rite Prince-to-night ;
" The disappointment, ímiles cannot visguise ;
♡ We all unite in feeling-chis Surprize."
+ The Stage.
Tue Audience,

On

Ibere I,

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On Times and Manners fill we cry out This vulgar tale the author has contrived to thame,

raise to the dignity of the tragic muse, by When we ourselves are juftly more to supposing the culprit to be of some rank, of blame,

the name of Clifford, and upon the verge of As Soldiers.--A&ors !-saving for a matrimony to Julia, who had absolutely reName!

jected his rival and friend, Dudley, who hav• Thus useful Pensioners may keep the leat, ing joined the royal army, had it in his power And gentle Becf-caters may live-to eat! to terve his rival, in confequsuce of Kirk's Wbile Guards of Horse no more their way offer to pardon one friend to any of his of. muft carve,

ficers. This act of generosity was too refined But lounge without their arms and beg! for Dudley's ideas ; but when he finds bis or farve;

friend had been actually executed, notwithYet abey forget not Dettingen-where lite standing Julia had facrificed her innocence lo They beat your focs; -and chang da Mo. save his lite, he challenges and kills the treanarch's fate :

cherous Kirk, and in the conflict receives a Bur times are alter'dsbey must now- mortal wound himself, while Julia dies disretreat,

tracted. Your thoughts exprefive speak in all your The author, we are told, is a native of eyes,

Bath, Mr. P. Hoare (son of Mr. Hoare the But yone can judge my feelings for Sur. Painter), now at Lisbon for the recovery of prizst !

his health.
$ Yes, I've Surpriz'd you—just like Am-
Rerdam,

PROLOGUE
Forc'd in the Guards--and thus I took you.
Dam !
To ibe Tragedy of Kirk's Cruelty ; or,

Such
From force alone each prudent Damsel Ajes ;

Things Were. But as a Briton-only dreads Surprize.

Written by Mr. GRAVF.S.
So cautious, therefore, am I lately grown,
(Tho' quite clie Thing--am pertedly the

STUDIOUS the guilty paliions to contron),
Too)

Or wake the tendereit feelings of the luul,
I ne'er (tir oue_except I've a Chaperon.

T'excite our terror, or, by tales of woe, 'Tis true my

ab I change-but not my To bid the tears of soft compaffion dow : heart,

If such the object, must the Tragic Muse And ftrive to please alike in ev'ry part ;-—

The barbarous acts of Eastern kings perule:
As Wilding-Villamour---Irish, or French; Still paint the hackney'd scenes of Greece or
As Man of Fashion, and as-tempting

Rome!
Wench;

Were then no barbarous deeds e'er done at
Like Preleus, bent on pleafing I'd surmiz'd,

home? And trult you've been— Ago ccably Suro

Can Brigíh annals no dire facts supply, priz'd.

To move the leeling heart or moistening eye? Jan. 2. A new Tragedy, entitled Sucb Alas! they can-and c'en in modern times, Things Were, was performed at the Theatre

One boirid act cau march their blackelt at Bath. The characters were as follow :

crimes. Duke of Monmouth, Mr. Knight.

Our vative province can a tale unfold,
Kirk,

Mr Rowbotham. Scaice equali'd by the fablous days of old,
Clifford,
Mr. Dimond.

“ Nur Aireus' feait, por Tereus' bloudy deed,
Mr. Murray.

Can Kirk's enormous cruelty exceed." Monta,ue,

Mr. Bloomfield. The fact yet recen: in fair Taunton's Vale,
Allen,
Mr. Blister,

Tofhuddering nymphs supplies the Christmas
Julia,
Mrs. Simpron.

tale;
This Tragedy is founded upon the common " Who weep the fate of one poor helpless
ftory, supposed to have been aggravated by maid,
party ze.al, or a young man who was con. “ By brutal lust to venial guilt betray'd,
demned to die for having joined in the Duke “ Nor sav'd the life for wh ch the price
of Mon nonth's rebellion, whom General

was pail." Kirk pro nised his filler io pardon, mon con- This simple cale to tell, th' advent'rous Bard dition of her submitting to his amorous ir cli- Within these tott'ring walls to-night has nations, but the next morning thered him

dar'!, to her hang from the window of the ini, Where modest labuur meets its best reward. on which inc ran distracted. $ Turns suddenly on the Audience..

As

Dudley,

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As no fictitious incident adorns,

But pistols will miss fire, friends interpose, The gengine truth all pompous diétion And bruisers only wipe a bloody nose. (corns;

At all events, our heroes take great care Your pity only he attempts to move

To save the face, nor discompose the hair. By artiels scenes of a disastrous love.

As for our Ladies---though they've killing Yet, as he paints unparallel'd distress,

eyes, To your own feelings trufts for his success. In metapbor alone the Lover dies; And though the Muse her powerful aid with.

We're noe hard hearted, sometimes confians draws,

prove, Nature herfelf shall plead the Poet's cause. But who, like Julin, ever dies for love? Let then the crembling Bard, ye generous

Yet this pour maid, her feelings all alive, fair,

Could not, 'ris said, her lover's fate survive; With weeping JULIA your compassion fare: Bat frantic died ---Such Tibings, we hear, And as to-night he trufts to you his fame,

bave been, Ah! doom him not to infamy and shame. Such things we've beard of --but have never This first attempe with candour dcigo to hear;

feen. And, thould you drop the synopathetic tear,

Our Beaux, indeed, both Commoners and (That brightest gem that decks the brightest

Lords, eyes)

Wear scarlet coats, and sometimes draw their, Th' unteeting Critic's cenfure--he'll despise.

(words ; For Envy's self must patronize our cause, Not for a Julia, but some trifling bet, If such a brilliant audience (miles applause. Some billiard squabble, or some gambling [N. E. Those lines with inverted coinmas

debt were omitted on the Itage.]

Money's their idol, Beauty pleads in vain,

Without Ten Thousand Pounds to bribe che · EPILOGO E.

swain ;

Give him the Cash, he values not the Lass, Written by Mr. GRAVIS.

He sees a prettier person in his glass. METHINKS I hear some Youthful Critic Young Nymphs may ogle.-.Dress is all his say,

pride, (Who comes to see the Ladies, not the And Hymen's torch is almost laid aside. Play)

Thus Beauty fades -- fops fcorn the marriage, « I hate these horrid scenes, where peo

yoke, ple die,

And an Old Maid's become a standing joke, " And cut each other's throats, the Lord Nor is it thus in private life alone, knows why :

Far less revere our solemo courts are grown. " 'Tis not my taste-I'd rather laugh

“ If villains force, or treacherou fly incice, than cry.

“ Some maid or wife to tread the pains of " Indeed the play's too tragical by half ;

vice; “Give us some comic strokes to make us “ The laugbing Town esteems th' offence laugh."

but Night, Turn then your thoughts from these en- " And views th' offender in a humorous ormous crimes,

light: And view a while our merry modern times : The Counsel † pleads, and entertains the Our manners quite a different aspect wear ;

court, And things more smooth and civiliz'd appear.

“ And the poor culprit yields his judge fine Though prone to vice, we're cowards e'en in guilt :

“ He joins the laugh, scarce finds himself to We cheat, forge notes-but rarely blood is

blame, spilt.

“ And, having laugh'd away all fear and Th' young highwayman will hardly swear or Thame, curse;

" He only waits the first convenient time But in the prettiesl mannertakes your

“ (Ard can you blame him ?) to repeat his purse." Sometimes indeed we tbreaten feats moro

Go to the Senate, hear some grand debate; cruel,

Some weighty question of the Church ur When Courtiers box *, or Taylors fight a

State: duel ;

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crime.

A fathionable amusement.
† Alluding to a late trial at the Old Bailey.

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