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confusion, occasioned, as they suppose, fively pourtrayed by Murray, Fawcett
hy the severity of Henry. The two and Charles Kemble were zealous in the
brothers, who feel the highest respect fupport of the piece; and Emery went
for Winnington, are deeply affected through his character (which, in point
by his misfortanes. Philip dispatches of simplicity, is much like that of
a messenger to London, without ftating Lump in The Review) in a very spi.
the purpose, but it is thought for the rited manner. Indeed the whole of
selief of Winnington. Henry, having the performers exerted themselves to
reafon to believe that he is considered the utmost.
as the author of Winnington's distress, During the course of the representa.
is afraid that any direct proposal to tion, however, much disike at times
relieve him would be rejected with appeared ; and after the Epilogue
indignation ; he therefore determines (which was spoken by Suett and Emery,
to pretend that he is struck with admi. and was very la, la !), when Mr. Faw.
ration of a picture belonging to Rebate, cett came forward to announce it for a
lately a clerk in the houle of Win- second performance, the clamour was
nington, and who has retired to the loud, reiterated, and decisive ; and he
village, in order to acquire a taste for was compelled to withdraw without
rural life. Henry pronounces this being heard to announce it.
pi&ture a genuine Poussin, offering The Comedy was certainly very infe.
goool, for it, knowing that Rebate will rior in point of merit to the former
readily give the whole sum to his late productions of Mr. Morton, who is
Diafter the moịnent he hears of his well understood to have been the Au.
diftreffes. This expedient fucceeds, thor.
and Rebate haltens to London, to em-

24. A new Musical Farce, called
ploy all his wealth in' removing Win. « THE SIXTY-THIRD LETTER"(writ.
nington's embarrasiments. But it ap- ten by a Mr. Oulton), was brought out
pears that Philip Evelyn had previously at the Haymarket Theatre. The fol.
jent orders to London for that pur.lowing are the persons of the drama :
pose. Philip had attentively watched
the conduct of Dalton, and lodged a

Sir Wilful Positive Mr. WADDY. ftatement of all his mal-practices as a Sydney

Mr. DECAMP. Magistrate in the hands of the Chief Dulcet

Mr. FAWCETT. Justice. Henry, with a pistol in his Patrick Casey Mr. JOHNSTORE. hand, extorts a confeffion of Dalton's Sharp

Mr.CHIPPENDALL, villanies, first from his clerk Jemmy, Miss Metaphor

Mrs. DAVENPORT. and afterwards from Dalton bimfelf. Lydia

Mrs. MOUNTAIN. When Winnington is re-instated in Patty

Mrs. HARLOWE. his affairs, a meeting takes place in his house; and, as it is manifest that Dalton, Miss Metaphor is an old maid, whose and not Henry, was the cause of Win. head is turned with novel writing. nington's distress, the family are recon. The volume which at present occupies ciled to lim; and, as Philip generously her thoughts is continued in a series of facrifices his hopes of Harriet's hand letters, of which the loses The Sixty. in favour of his brother, the piece con- Third ; her brother, Sir Wilful Poii. cludes with the entire exposure of Dal. tive, having found the letter, throws it ton's perfidy, and a prospect of general out of the window; and Patrick Casey, happiness.

a discarded Irish servant of theirs, The serious businefs is relieved by picks it up. It contains a plan of an three comic characters-Rebate, an old elopement, in which the lover is re. London clerk, who is settled in the quested, by his mistress, to have hime country, and is miserable ; Jemmy, a felf introduced into the house in a prig of an attorney's clerk ; and Gaby hamper, as a present of wine from a Dolt, a Yorkshire footman, who has friend. Patrick's vanity immediately been educated at a Yorkihire Latin conftrues the incident into a real pro. School į and who, without either will posal from his old lady, Miss Metaor ability to do any thing, is always phor, and he immediately proceeds to boasting of his capital education. obey the instructions. The letter is in

In the first act Mrs. Mountain funga the mean time fought in vain, and at song, which was loudly and deservedly length the hamper arrives. It is inencored. The conjugal and paternal troduced under all the circumstances feelings of Winnington were impref. prescribed ; and Miss Metaphor, struck

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the car ;

North ;

with the fidelity of the representation, The Reed, the trump, the hanner, and opens the hamper, and exclaims, that

(rious war! the scene is a rehearsal of her fixty tbird Pride, pomp, and circumstance of gloletter. Patrick rises from his conceal. Ye pin-head-hearted heroes, pale and ment, and claims the reward of his wan,

(gone !" address; but Miss Metaphor unde. Know now, the soldier's occupation's ceives him, and bestows upon him the " Are you in earneft, faith and troth, hand of Party, a lively waiting-maid, now pray ?"

sto say, whom he meant to jilt for the sake of Cries honeft Teague" and did you mean the mistress. This plot is contratted That Peace was comid ? On Heav'n with anotber, of which Lydia, the ward bless your Honour, [Connor ! of Sir Wilful Positive, and Sydney, her This won't be news, perhaps, to Judy lover,.constitute the materials, but it is Oh Judy! Oh, my Soul ! when I como far inferior in management and effect. plain

{again." The old man contributes to his own Of Judy's love, Chay-horse is come deception. Sydney pafles with him “ Hoot, mon," cries Sandy, “Chaos for the person whole addresses he

is the word ;

[furd! wished to favour, and the two lovers Your pronunciation, child, is quite abi · elope together with his consent. Ye ken we fpeak pure Erglithio the The character of Dulcet is somewhat

[broath.'1 unhacknied; he is represented as a Enquire for "Sandy Steward," of Ar. Footman who cannot contain himself “ Arbroath !"a wounded Soldier cries at the sound of a street-organ, and who - Arbroath !" I worth, is perpetually singing ballads. While Unwilling, yet he feem'd to speak his he is handing a glass of wine an organ While conscious honour gave a thousand strikes up, when he drops the bottle charms,

[arms ! and glasses and begins dancing. Every Though he had loft one leg and both his question put by his matter he answers " I'm of Arbroath :" he said, " in by repeating the title of some ballad

Egypt's field

[to yield ; ) for instance, when Sir Wiltul afks who We fought, and forc'd th' Invincibles

brought a letter, he is looking over his Proud day for Scotia, when her sons ballads, and reads, " The Waggoner." were reckon'd

[second : " When?"-" In the dead of the The glorious Scotchinen of the Forty: night," &c. &c. He has one good To bagpipe tune the Frenchmen danc'da fong, in which he enumerates the reel,

[weel : names of a variety of ballads; and Each Highlander his broad-sword usd full when he mentioned “God save the And all my limbs I'd lose, ere any say, King," “ Britons trike home," and Ah! Wolly, Lad, ye were na there that “ Rule Britannia," the public senti- day

[English Tar, ment of loyalty manifeited itself in " Why, that's well said," replies an repeated burits of applause.

4 And, faith, I've had my share of this The acting throughout was excel

here war:

(son, Howe

i lent ; indeed, Fawcett and Johnstone I've fought with JARVIS, DUNCAN,Nela must have much to complain of in an To prate of which what argufies it now? author, if they are not able to entertain Peace is proclaimd, and we have done the andience.

with blows,

[iny nose : The music is by Dr. Arnold, and Though I have lost one arm, and half does him credit ; 'several of the airs What then, there's Chellea, aye, and were deservedly encored.

Greenwich too,

[and Blue, The piece met with a very favour. Where they lay up such damag'd Red able reception, and was given ont again Rather than France hould triumph on with general approbation. As a fum. the Main, mer audience is not very fattidious, it Maim'd as I am, I'd go to fez again! will, no doubt, have a run,

Whilft British failors love their native land,

[they may be dd.** ADDRESS,

France, Spain, and Hollandi-Pthaw, Written by Mr. KEMBLE,

“ Now, blesh my houl!" Itaac the And spoken by Mr. EGERTON, lately, Broker cries ; ['urely rise !

at the Theatre in Stockton. “ If there's a Peace - the Stocks will Now that we're all at peace, alive and I must go borrow all the cash flent, well.

{wel And let out yefterday at cheat per Let's, with Orbello, cry, « Oh! now fare.

chent ! VOL. XLII. JULY 1802.



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I'll run on 'Change the news is hardly Say! are we still expected to invade blown,

[known! The charter'd righis of the dramatic I'll buy up Stock, before it's better trade?

Erage, There it all lie and breed--and guineas Does Drury's dome behold, with jealous plenty ;

[twenty." The rival grandeur of our spacious fage ! The Treaty signed, of one I will make Does Covent Garden fromour hands await, “Yes, Commerce," cries the Merchant, In fear and woe, the downfall of her late ? “ once again

[Main ; And do their heroes, who are suffer'd still, Shall woo the winds, and court the fickle Shrink trembling from our talents, pracSee France and Britain link'd in social

tice, skill,

{done, ties,

[lkies ! And find themselves in every walk oute See laureld Peace, descending from the In tragic misery, and in comic fun ? Definitive, upon her breast, I read ; E'en we unhurt repeat this fatire here, On her bright zone, England and France The irony's too plain to be fevere. agreed ;


But fome there are, who caft an angry Our guardian angels, leading Commerce, glance,

(France The wealth, the itrength, the bulwark of Because we sometimes borrow scenes from our Ine :

[strand, What fear we plays, who fear'd not war's Lo! happy millions, anxious on the alarms,

[arms ? Impatient wait, to see the Goddess land. And fly their authors, who repelled their Hark! Music fills the pause of loud Shall England, whose late annals proudly huzzas,

[praise ;

show The King receives a loyal people's Herflag triumphanto'er the linking foc “ Still,” he exclaims, buoy'd up on

Shall England now receive the Conque. Farcy's wing, [the King."

ror's yoke, “ I hear them grateful thout-God lave Won by a farce, and vanquish'd by a joke?

No-not tho' all their arts our Ille in


The dreaded dangers of pacific trade ; THE DILLETANTI THEATRE. Not the their Acets import, with free

quent sails,

(bales ; PROLOGUE

Tubs of leduction, and crim. con. in
Tho'claret hogtheads every vice contain,

And atheism's pack'd amongit cham. ENTERTAINMENTS OF APRILS,

pagne ! 1802.

But oh I what strain of satire can Spoken by the Hon. WILLIAM LAMBE. reply

To loud Hypecrify's disgufting cry! In spite of prints, which every morn Hypocrisy, who in this cheating town produce

Allumes Morality's indignant frown, More than their usual quantum of abuse ; Our vicious audience, our immoral stage, In spite of all they feign to prop their Corrupts and taints the manners of the cause,


[train, Pretended morals, and mistated laws, Virtue abash'd, from us withdraws her Again we meet you here-again rejoice, And Modetty retires to Drury-lane : That beauty scoras envenom'd Scandal's There, in the coffee-room's secure revoice,


sham-ftreet ; That Cenfure cannot Innocence affright, Condemns the Mamelessnels of Tott'nAnd Fashion firmly dares affert her right. While Innocence folc'd bence by Fashion's To ope a safer field for modeft wit,

crimes, Which fears the judgment of a terner Walks the Piazza, and deplores the times.

So much for Blame-we ought no more Talents and Taste to exercise and train,

to hear And to indulge at least a harmless vein, Alarmitt caution, and theatric fear. And, by variety, relief to bring

So much for her, the thame of modera To the long fameness of a London days, spring

The mock morality of form and phrase. This was our fole, our unambitious aim, Why this loud outcry, and this wide Our hope your sufferance and your alarm ? (miles our fame.

Our fancy surely does no mortal harm And does not Folly yet her clamour cease? Except ourselves-we too may justly fear Aund is not Çalumny abalh d to peace ? The bitter gibe, and mortifying (neer ;




will play

Yet we dare hope,' the critic's rigid Smile at pale Envy-bere your plaudits school

[rule ; giveWill fomewhat here abate its itricter Censure thall die-and virtuous Mirth That this tribunal which to-night we

fhall live,

[wage meet,

(sweet, spite of detractionno fell war we'll Where Judges look so fair, and Imile fo si 'Gainst Harris ! Giants ! Perouse ! Will (tho' found guilty by dramatic and bis Stage / "

[applaule laws)

Let « Monkies, Horses Reafts, draw low Extend to us the mercy of applause.

“ Our's is the Public's-our's-our

Country's cause." { would say, THE PROLOGUE TO TASTE.

Last for myself. I fain one word

" Approve this night, "--and I again (A PARODY.)

[guide, Spoken and written by an Amateur, as

Nature (not Art) Thall then become my Mr. King, in Lord Ogleby.

“ For Taste and Nature are with you

allied ! You look for Talte !-Why what the And whilft I fancy I am now the Kingdeuce,

“ Excuse my faults,"-in compliment to " I hear you cry, can Talte produce ?

KING. What can it mean ? Whai can it be? Your molt obedient-e'er I hence depart, “ Have but a little patience and you'll Whether you've Taste or not—" you'vs. fee.

won my Heart." Behold, To keep your minds uncertain, Between the scene and you, this curtain.

EPILOGUE. So writers bide their plots, no doubt,

Spoken by Colonel GREVILLE. To please the mose when all comes out. What is Pic Nic! I hear you all of old, the Prologue told the story,


[ous name? And laid the whole affair before ye

What does it mean, and whence the odi., Came forth in Simple phrase to say- It means no mischiet, thus far I may tell, " 'fore the beginning of the play.”

Nor is it, as some think, an Imp of Hell ! Tom King will certainly he here Tho', if believed, like talismans of old, (Without consent of Manager, I fear), It gives to its poffeffor wealth untold. Followed by Taite-without a plot Some think 'ris certainly Pandora's box, And next, in truth, I scarce know what. While others think it fimply means the Asking no trouble of your own

ftocks !

(the straw, To him the milk, or crack the bone Miss Magnet blushing lifps-it means * Tbat's too much trouble for Bon But's cumtorted when told, we act by Ton."

law. A Poet, as once Poets used,

Some say none better can define the word > poverty was quite seduced

Than Billy Townsend and Sir RICHARD No boy on errand's to be lent,


[lind it, On his own messages he went ;

While others, tho' in Johnson they can't And once with coniçious pride and shame, Still some how think that SHEHIDAN's As from the chandler's thop be caine !

defin'd it.

[own (Ueder his thread-bare coat) poor Soul ! For me, thu''gainst my will, I frankly He covered—“ half a-peck of coal." Its myitic qualities mutt soon be known ; A wag (his friend) began to smoak For launt'ring up St. James's-itreet to. "Wil-Tell us what's beneath your day, cloak ?"

I heard a friend explain it in this way:. " Tell you—'Twere as good to shew ! A Pic sic is a devilish clever plan, I bide it that you should not know.” Invented when the Scarcity began ;

The Poets now take different ways, By which a supper by the goes is given, (E'en let them find it out for Bays!)

That feeds the voit at lcait fix days in · Stories half told"-a Cosmagoria!

leven ;

(merry, And ftranger names_but I'll not bore And while it promises to make them ye!

[-walte, Replenishes his bins with Port and Sherry. With useless expletives your time won't. A general laugh announced the approba. For every one that's here" I know has


(tion, Taite."

[word — With which Pic Nic receiv'd interpreta: Next for ourselves-O! Pic Nic not ore While ineaking off quite vex’d, I plainly *Twere useless here and elsewhere more


(law. * abfurd.

Our Pic Nic damn'd by Satire, not by
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To you, more lib'ral, I commit my fate, Like Birnam's wood that walk'd to Dun.
Oh! save my famt, by emptying ev'ry


(laneplate ;

(holt, Make poor St. Giles take root in DruryLeave no nice pickings for your needy If this be prov'd, then why one hour en. And grant some respits to the Morning

dure Poft.

[bow, A trißing pleasure, neither just nor pure ? But e'er with modest look I make my But if your reason owns no better cause One word to proper manly pride allow. For camely yielding, than newspaper Under whatever name this meeting goes,


(ing kill, 'T has rais'd a host of mean, malignant Or what, perhaps, you'll deem more gallo

[mon torth, The lordly mandates of the Green Room Not such as gea'ral blame fhould sum- will i

[throne, But foes alike to candour as to worth, Then "let that reason fpurn a inimic If then th' amulements of ten social And others rights refpeding - Guard nights

[rights, Raise Virtue's blush, or trench on patent

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led :

THE RETREAT TO THE COT. She nothing asked from Fortune's frile,

Nor could anticipate her frown ;

Nor yet did Hope her soul beguile ;

To her that ialle-one was unknown

Nor yet did Memory in her breast (Continued from Vol. XLI. page 477.)

Awake one thought to give her pain !
OCCASIONAL POEMS, WRITTEN AT -Her artless borom food confessd,

THE COTTAGE ; WITH INSCRIP. And the resum'd her vocal strain,
TIONG IN THE GARDEN, &c. I talked of pomp, of power, of gold,

But ail unmoved the heard me ftill ;
The Ruftic Maid.

She scarce would hear the thiugs I told,

But left me, to ascend the hill.
A NYMPH resides in yonder vale,
Where late my wandering footsteps And who art thou, blelt maid! (I cried)

Who thus art free from mental woe?
I heard her warble to the gale,

Whence cam'At thou ! and to whom allied ? And wreaths of wild flow'rs bound her What is thy name? O let me know ! head,

“Stranger! my name's Content (faid the), Her eyes diffufed the mildelt gleam, And Ignorance is my father's name ;

And O what sweetness in her song ! My mother's is Simplicity,
I met the maid beside the fream,

And lo! from yonder cot I came."
Driving a milk-white cow along.
I stopt her in the woodland way,

With left address, and language kind ;

An Address to Nature, written in the Wine In hopes, froin some emitted ray,

ter Seafon, To catch a picture of her mind. « Poets are Nature's children : when the She said the dwelt beneath the Thade,

dies, And seldom ventured from her cot ;

« Affection mourns, and duty drops a And tho' in ruslet garbs arrayed,


LANGHORNE, Repined not at her humblé lot!

HAIL! penlive Goddess, Nature, hail !
She nothing knew of human woe!

I come, loved maid ! with thee to
Knew not that War, with favage hand,

mouin ;
Bade tears and blood for ever flow, To hear thy grief inspiring tale,
And desolated every land !

And fupplicate the Spring's retórn.
That griefs, permitted by the skies, I come, alas ! to weep with thee!
• Without distinctio vilit all !

Thy Sickening form, as, all reclin'd,
That, close where Guilt expiring lies, On the cold humid earth I see,
Mild Virtue's self is doomed to fall ! O'erwhelms with paio thy lover's mind !


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