The following address to the Public was spoken by Mrs. Barry the first time she appeared on the Stage after the death of her Husband, and before the Tragedy of Douglas. Written by Mr. GARRICK. ITH every hope a veffel fails away, WITH Soft fwells the breeze, and cloudiefs breaks the day; Till ring winds the raging deep deform, And the bark fhatter'd finks beneath the ftorm! When bounty on the feeling mind first flow'd, For from Benevolence rofe Gratitude. Urg'd by my duty I have ventur'd here-- But how for Douglas can I shed a tear ? In In vain will Art from Nature help implore, The tree cut down to whieh fhe clung and grew, Behold the proplefs Woodbine bends to you; Your foft'ring pow'r will spread protection round, And, though she droops, may raise her from the ground. The following Poem was taken from an old Manufcript dated 1649. On feeing a large number of Crows flying about the highest part of the great Tower of York Minster. WHA array, HAT fwarms of Crows, in black In various antick maze! Whilft Lord-like one, perch'd on the cock, With dignity furveys ! 'Tis tranfmigration all ;---for thofe Govern'd the fwarms below. Their human paffions they retain, From Priest Precentor ;---whilft the Dean Nor Dean we fafe might call; York. Poco, H' TO A ST S. To Mrs. LA C Y. ERE, Vulcan! hufband to the Queen of Love, Now on the goblets thou haft made improve; Make one fuperior to old Neftor's bowl, That we may drink her health from pole to pole; For For one, confefs'd the faireft of the fair, But let one beauty by herself be feen, *Five Virgins of Crotona fat to Zeuxis for his Helen. E. T. The judgment of Paris, when Venus, Juno, and Minerva, contended in beauty on the top of Mount Ida. The CENSURE of the WORLD. An ELEGY. ES! fure 'tis here that pride, that folly reigns: YES I'll bid the low, cenforious world farewel, And bend my courfe to yonder verdant plains, Where peace, where innocence, where candour dwell. Ye Ye heav'n-born three! your vot'ry there shall raise A green-turf altar to each honour'd name; In artless strains there celebrate your praise, And lofe, perchance, th' applause he cannot claim. Ye chearful songsters that awake the morn, And footh my foul with wild mellifluous airs; Ye aged oaks, that yonder hills adorn, Beneath your fhades will I forget my cares. Far hence fhall mafqu'd hypocrify remove, The blush of confcious guilt be never known; Nor fuperftition dare pollute the grove, But virtue come a refident alone. Let luxury defpife my homely lot, And vanity contemplate gilded dooms; Content transforms to palaces a cot, And virtue brings true greatness where she comes. Thus Damon fung, when Lycidas past by. "Are thefe thy ftrains, my much-lov'd friend?" he cried. "What scenes hath fancy pictur'd to thine eye? "To fairy dreams-Elyfian groves allied! "True-fmall regard is paid to worth fublime, "Yet |