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Sep: We also wore favours, called Shake. contriving, and so much expence is speare's favours. Ladies, gentlemen, furnishing. It was to bave been a pro even servants and peasants wore them. ceflion of allegorical beings, with the Every human being had, or seemed to most distinguished characters of Shakehave, an idea of the clasical festival. speare's plays, with their proper dreste, Talte beamed a ray on the lively and triumphal cars, and all other kinds te stupid, on those who felt it, and machinery : but the heavy rains made on those who felt it not. The very it impossible to have this exhibited, fhop-bills upon this occasion were without destroying the valuable dresle, pieces of genius. Mr. Jackson, from and endangering the kill more valus Tavistock-Itreet, London, gave about ble health of the fair performers, wbs the following one :
might have been rendered incapable SHAKESPEARE'S JUBILEE. of appearing in public for a whol A ribband bas been made on purpose season, perhaps for life. Nature lecce at Coventry, called the Shakespeare ed to frown on a jubilee in honour of Ribband; it is in imitation of the rain, the thief who had 's robbed her of all bow, which uniting the colours of all the was worth.” But as no cok ha! parties, is likewise an emblem of the been spared on this pageant, I hope great variety of his genius.
Mr. Garrick will entertain us with it Eacbcbange of many-coloured life be drev. in the comfortable regions of Drury.
JOHNSON. lane, I dare fay Mr. Samuel Johnson never Much noise has been made about imagined that this fine" verse of his the high price of every thing at Stratwould appear on a bill to promote the ford. I own I cannot agree that fuck sale of ribbands. Since I have men- censures are just : it was reasonable tioned this illustrious author, I cannot that Shakespeare's townsmen rould but regret that he did not honour partake of the jubilee as well as we Shakelpeare's jubilee with his presence, Itrangers did ; they as a jubilee of prowhich would have added much dignifit, we of pleasure. As it lafted but ty to our meeting. The masquerade for a few nights, a guinea a night for ball was one of the best that has been a bed was not impofition. Nobody in Britain. There were many very was understood to come there who rich, elegant, and curious dresses, had not plenty of money, Towards many beautiful women, and some cha. the end of the jubilee many of us were ractérs well supported. All the pa, not in very good humour, as many pers have already been pretty full on inconveniencies occurred, particularly This subject, so I need say little ; only I there not being carriages enough to muft observe, that a masquerade is an take us away but in detachments, so entertainment which does not seem that those who had to wait long tired much suited to the genius of the Bri- exceedingly. I laughed away spleen tish nation. In warmer countries, by a droll limile: Taking the whole where the people have a great flow of of this jubilee, said I, is like eatfpirits, and a readiness at repartee, a ing an artichoke entire. We have masquerade is exceedingly agreeable: fome fine mouthfuls, but also swallow but the reserve and taciturnity which the leaves and the hair, which are is observable amongst us, makes us ap- confoundedly difficult of digestion, pear aukward and embarrassed in After all, however, I am highly latisfeigned characters. Many of our fied with my artichoke. Stratford masks seemed angry when To conclude as I began-I will alone accosted them. The race at the ways be of opinion that Shakespeare's jubilee was neither better nor worse jubilee at Stratford-upon-Avon is an than other races ; nor indeed could it 'institution which does honour not on. be expelled to be any how extraordi. ly to our immortal bard, but to all nary, except, as an ingenious lady who have contributed towards it; and observed, we could have procured a I hope that every feven years it fall race of Pegasuses in honour of our be celebrated with equal ardour of enpoet. It was much to be regretted thusiasm as it has been in 1769. that bad weather prevented us from I always am, fir, having the pageant, upon which Mr. Your very humble servant, Garrick had bestowed so much time in
Dress of an armed Corsican Chief described. 455 Az &ccount of the Armed Corsican Chief mino ; and before the danced, threw
est llie Masquerade,, at Shakespeare's off her mask. Jubilee, at Stratford-upon-Avon, Mr. Bofwell having come to the ju. September 1769.
bilee to contribute his fare towards
what he called a classical institution in O
NE of the most remarkable masks honour of Shakespeare, being also de
upon this occalion was James firous of paying a compliment to Mr. Boswell, Esq; in the dress of an arm- Garrick, with whom he has always been ed Corsican chief. He entered the on a most agreeable footing, and never apphitheatre about twelve o'clock. unmindful of the cause which he has efHe wore a short dark-coloured coat poused, he wrote the following verses, of coarse cloth, scarlet waistcoat which it is thought are well suited to and breeches, and black spatterdalhes: the occasion, while they at the same his cap or bonnet was of black cloth; time preserve the true Corsican chaon the front of it was embroider: racter. ed in gold letters, Viva LA LI. From the rude banks of Golo's rapid Asod, BERTA'; and on one side of it was a Alas! too deeply ting'd with partriot handsome blue feather and cockade, so blood; that it had an elegant, as well as a war
O'er which, dejected, injured Freedom bends, like appearance. On the breast of his And fighs indignant o'er all Europe sends : coat was fewed a Moor's head, the crelt Behold a Corsican !- Ia better days,
Eager I sought my country's fame to raise ; of Corfica, surrounded with branches
When o'er our camp Paoli's banners war'd, of laurel. He had also a cartridge And all the threats of hoftile France we bravid, pouch, into which was stuck a stiletto, 'Till unaffifted, a small nation fail'd, and on his left fide a pistol was hung And our invaders tenfold force prevailid. upon the belt of his cartridge pouch. Now when I'm exiļd from my native land, He had a fusee llung across his shoulder, I come to join this claffick feltal band, wore no powder in his hair, but had To sooth my foul on Avon's sacred Atream, it plaited at its full length, with a knot And from your joy, to catch a cheering gleam. of blue ribbands at the end of it. He To celebrate great SHAKESPEARE's won
d'rous fame, had, by way of staff, a very curious vine all of one piece, with a bird finely of Nature's bard, whom tho' your country
And add new trophies to the honour'd name carved upon it, emblematical of the
bore, sweet bard of Avon, He wore no
His in Auence spreads to ev'ry distant More : mak; saying, that it was not proper Wherever genuine feeling souls are found, for a gallant Corsican. So soon as he His “Wood-notes wild," with extasy resound. came into the room he drew universal
Had SHAKESPEARE liv'd our story to reattention. The novelty of the Corsi late, can dress, its becoming appearance, And hold his torch o'er our unhappy fate; and the character of that brave nation, Liv'd with majestick energy to tell concurred to distinguish the armed How long we fough', what heroes nobly fell! Corsican chief. He was first accosted Had GARRICK, who Dame Nature's pencil by Mrs. Garrick, with whom he had just where Old SHAKESPEARE dropt it,
(when his soul a good deal of conversation. There Broke from its earthy cage aloft to fly, was an admirable dialogue between
To the eternal world of harmonyLord Grosvenor, in the character of a
Had GARRICK thewn us on the tragick scene, Turk, and the Corsican, on the diffe- With Faine embalm'd our deeds of death had rent conftitutions of their countries, been; so opposite to each other-despotism if from his eyes had Alafh'd the Corsick fire, and liberty—and Captain Thomson, Men-less had gaz'd to pity--than admire
. of the navy, in the character of an O happy Britons ! on whose favour id ille, honeft tar, kept it up very well; he Propitious FREEDOM ever deigns to smile, expressed a strong inclination to itand
Whole fame is warted on triumphant gales, by the brave ilianders. Mr. Boswell
Where thunders war,
or commerce spreads danced both a minuet and country I come not hither sadly to complain,
her faila, dance with a very pretty Irish lady, Mrs. Sheldon, wife to Captain Sheldon of In man's firm breast conceal'd the grief
Or damp your mirth with melancholy ftrain ; the 38th regiment of foot (Lord Bla. should lye,
[ile eye *; ney's): she was dressed in a genteel do Which melts with grace in woman's gen
But... • Feminis lugere boneftum eft. Viris meminiffe. TACITUS
Songs, &c. performed at the Jubilee,
S But let me plead for LIBERTY distreft, Their swans are all geese, to the And warm for her each sympathetick breaft: sweet swan, Amid the splendid honours which you bear, And the man of all men, was a Warwis To save a lifler iland! be your care:
Warwickshire inan, With generous ardour make us also free;
Avon's swan, And give to CORSICA, a noble JUBILLE! And the man of all men, was a Warwi
As ven'son is very inviting, To give our readers a clearer idea
To steal it our bard took delight in, of the songs alluded to by Mr. Boswell
To make his friends meriy he never w in the foregoing letter, we have here
And the way of all wags, was a Warwie introduced them for the entertain
Warwick hire wag, ment of the public.
For the wag of all wagy, was a Warwid THE MORNING ADDRESS.
There never was seen such a creature, To tbe Ladies.
Of all the was worth, he robb'd nature ET beauty with the sun arise,
He took all her smiles, and he cook
[thire With heavenly smiles and speaking eyes,
And thief of all thieves, was a Warw Give grace and luftre to the day.
Warwickshire thief, Each smile she gives protects his name,
He's the chief,
For the thief of all thieves, was a Wars What face shall dare to frown?
SWEET * WILLY O
A SONG. By Mr. G-
pride of all nature was sweet Willy
The first of all swains,
He gladden'd the plains,
None ever was like to sweet Wills 0.
He melted each maid,
So skilful he play'd,
No fhepherd e'er pip'd like the sweet Willy o
All Nature obey'd him, this sweet Willy o
Wherever be came, Where much the has giv'n, and some to be spar'd,
Whale'er had a name,
Whenever be sung follow'd sweet Willy O. For the bard of all bards, was a Warwickshire
When arm'd in the field,
With sword and with bield,
The laurel was won by the sweet Willy O.
He charm'd 'em when living, the fweet WilFor the wit of all wits,was a Warwickshire wit,
And when Willy dy'd,
'Twas Nature that Ggbid,
To part with her all in her sweet Willy 0. IV. Old Ben, Thomas Orway, John Dryden,
To obe IMMORTAL MEMORY of SHALT. And half a score more we take pride in,
Matchless Shakespeare, full in tbee ! Matchless ftill,
[Will. Joio'd by everlasting 'yes, For the Will of all Wills, was a Warwick thire
S akespeare but with Nature dies.
Immor ai be his name,
+ Writer of Tragedy.