EPILOGUE TO THE APPEAL, SPOKEN BY MRS. H. SIDDONS. A CAT of yore (or else old Æsop lied) Such are the fruits of our dramatic labour Since the New Jail became our next door neighbour.* * It is necessary to mention, that the allusions in this piece are all local, and addressed only to the Edinburgh audience. The new prisons of the city, on the Calton Hill, are not far from the Theatre. Yes, times are changed, for in your fathers' age The lawyers were the patrons of the stage; However high advanced by future fate, There stands the bench (points to the Pit) that first receiv'd their weight. The future legal sage, 'twas ours to see, Doom though unwigg'd, and plead without a fee. But now astounding each poor mimic elf, Instead of lawyers comes the Law herself, With the tempestuous question, Up or down ?* * At this time the public of Edinburgh was much agitated by a law-suit betwixt the magistrates and many of the inhabitants of the city, concerning the range of new buildings on the western side of the North Bridge; which the latter insisted should be removed as a deformity. "Twixt Scylla and Charybdis thus stand we, Law's final end and law's uncertainty. But soft! who lives at Rome the Pope must flatter, And jails and lawsuits are no jesting matter. Then just farewell! we wait with serious awe Trusting our humble efforts may assure ye, We hold you Court and Counsel, Judge and Jury. THE END. OFLCIAN EDINBURGH: Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. |