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Copactly prund each wiid luxuriint thought, | Act from himself, on his own boutom stand
Hibernia, faud, Love ev'ry other grace,
Lo Yates! Without the least finesse of art And laughter frighien'd folly more than law. Ue gets applause -I wish he'd get his part. But, hark! — The truunpet sounds, the crowd | lien hot impacjence is in full career, give way,
I low vilely “Hark'e! llark'e!” grates the ear! And the procession comes in just arrar. : When active funct from the brain is sent,
Now should I, in some sweet poetic line, And stands on up-toe for some wishiderent, Ofer up incense at Apollo's shirine ;
I hate those careless blunders which recall lovoke the Muse to quit her calm aboule, Suspended sense, and prove it fiction all. And waken mem'ry with a sleeping ode.
In characters of low and vulgar vould, For how should mortal man, in mortal verse, Where Nature's coarsest features we behold, Their titles, nierits, or their names rehearse? here, destitute of cr'rr decent grace, But give, kind dulness, memory and rhrine, Unmanner'd jests are blurted in your face, We'll put off genius till another time.
Tere Yates iriti justice strict aitention draws, First order caine, --with solemn step, and slow, Acts truly from himself, and gains applause. In measur'd tine his feet were taught to go. But when, to please lunsclf or charm his wife, Behind, from time to time, he cast his eye, He aims at something in politer life, Lest this shonld quit his place, that step awry. When, blindly thwarting nature's stubborn plan, Appearances to save his only care ;
He treads the stage, by way of renileman, So ihings seem right no matter what they are. Theclown, who noene touch ofbreeding knows, In him his parents saw themselves renew'd, Looks like Tom Errand dres, d, in Cincher's Begotten by Sir Critic on Saint Prude,
clothes. Then came drum, truinpet, hautboy, fiddle, rond of his dresa, fond of his person grown, flute;
Laugh'd at by all, and in hiinself unknown, Nexttnnfter, sweeper, shifter, soldier, miute; From side to side he sisuts, he smiles, he prates, Legions of angels all in white advance; And seems to wonder what's become of Yates. Furies, all fire, come forward in a dance ; | Woodward, endow'd with various tricks of lace, Pantomime figures then are brought to view, Great master in the science of griniace, Fools hand in hand with fools go two by two. Froin Ireland ventures, fav’rite of the town, Next came the treasurer of either house; Lur'd by the pleasing prospeet of renown; One with full porse, t' other with not a sous. A squeaking Harlequin, made up of whim, Behind, a groupe of figures awe create,
He twists, he twincs, he tortures cr'ry limb, Set off with all th' impertinence of state ; Plays to the eye with a quere monkey's art, By lace and feather consecrate to fan ,
And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart. Expletive kings, and queens without a name. We laugh indeed, but, on retection's birth,
Here Havard, all serene, in the same strains, We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth." Loves, hates and rages, trinmphs, and complains: His walk of parts he fatally misplacid, . His easy vacant face proclain' a heart. And inclination fondly took for taste; Which could not feel emotions, nor impart. Hence hath the town so otien scen display'd With him came mighty Davies. On my life, Beau in burlesque, high life in masquerade. That Davies hath a very pretiy wife :
1 But wlien bold wits, not such as paich up playe, Statesman all over ! In plots famous grown! Cold and correct, in those insivid dars, He mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone. Soine comic character, strong featurd, urge
Next Holland came. With truly tragicstalk, To probability's extreinest vorge, He creeps, he flies — A hero should not walk. There modest judgement her decree suspends, As if with heav'n he warr'd, his eager eyes And, for a time, nor censures nor cominends, Planted their batteries against the skies ; ; Where critics can't determine on the spot, Attitude, action, air, pause, start, sigh, groan, IFhether it is in nature found or not, He borrow'd, and made use of as luis own. There Woodward safely shall his pow'rs exeit, By fortune thrown on any other stage,
Nor sail of favor where he shows desert. He might, perhaps, have pleas'd an easy age; Hence he in Bobadil such praises bore, But now appears a copy, and no more,
Such worthy praises, Kitely scarcc had more. Of something better we have seen before: | By turns iransform'd into all kinds of shapes, The actor who would build a solid fame, Constant to none, Foote laughs,crics, struts, and Must imitation's servile arte disclaim;
Now in the centre, now in van or rear, If in these hallow'd times, when sober, sad,
Doth a man stutter, look a-squint, or halı? Rude mirth may hope presumptuous to engage
And humor set the audience in a roar... And find that nature's errors are my own.
| Actors I've seen, and of no vulgar name, Shadows behindet Footeand Woodward came; / Who, being from one part possessid of time, Wilkinson this, Obrien was that name. Whether they are to laugh, cry, wbine, er bawl, Strange to relate, but wonderfully true, Still introduce that far rite part in all. That even shadows have their shadow's too! Here, Love, becautious - ne'er be thou betray'd With not a single comic pow'r endud, To call in that wag Falstaff's dang'rous aid; The first a mere inere mimic's inimic stood;
Like Goths of old, howe'er he seems a friend, The last, by nature form'd to please, who shows, He'll seise that throne you wish him to dcfend. In Jonson's Stephen, which way Genius grows; In a peculiar mould by humor cast, Self quite put off, affects, with ioo much art, For Falstafi fram'd--himself, the first and last, To put ou Woodward in each mangled part; He stands aloof from all — maintains his state, Adopts his shrug, bis wink, his stare; nay, inore, And scorns, like Scotsmen, to assimulate. His voice, and croaks ; for Woodward croak'd Vain all disguise too plain we seek the trick, Whenadullcopier simple grace neglects, [before. Tho' the knight wears the weeds of Dominic, And rests his imitation in defects,
And Boniface, disgrac'd, betrays the smack, We readily forgive ; but such vile arts
In Anno Domini, of Falstati's sack. Are double guilt in men of real parts.
| Arms cross'd, brows bent, eyes fix'd, feet By nature forin'd in her perversest mood,
marching slow, With no one requisite of art endu'd,
A band of malcontents with spleen o'erflow; Next Jackson caine.- Observe that settled glare, Wrapt in conceit's impenetrable fog, Which better speaks a puppet than a player : Which pride, like Phæbus, draws from ev'ry bog, List 10 that voice did ever Discord hear |They curse the managers, and curse the town, Sounds so well fitted to her untun'd ear? Whose partial favor keeps such merit down. When, to enforce some very tender part,
But if some man more hardy than the rest, The right-hand sleeps by instinct on the heart, Should dare attack these gnatlings in their nest; His soul, of every other thought bereft,
At once they rise with impotence of rage, is anxious only where to place the left; Whet their sanallstings, and buzz about the stage. He sobs and pants to sooth his weeping spouse, “ 'Tis breach of privilege! - Shall any dare To sooth bis weeping mother, turns and bows, To arm satiric truth against a player ? Awkwarri, embarrass'd, stiff, without the skill Prescriptive rights we plead tiine out of mind; Of moving gracefully, or standing still,
| Actors, unlash'd themselves, may lash mankind." One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, | Wliat! shall opinion then, of nature free Desirous seems to run away from t'other. And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree
Some errors, handed down from age to age, To rust in chains like these, impos'd by things Plead custom's force, and still possess the stage. Which, less than nothing, ape the pride ofkings? That's vile-should we a parent's faults adore, No-though half-pocis wiib half-players join And err, because our fathers err'd before ? To curse the freedoin of each honest line; If, invattentive to the author's mind,
Though rage and malice din their faded cheek; Some actors made the jest they could not find, What the Muse freely thinks, she'll freely speak. If by low tricks they marr'd fair nature's mien, With just disdain of ev'ry paltry suecr, And blurr'd the graces of the simple scene, Stranger alike to flattery and fear, Shall we, if reason rightly is employ'd,
In purpose fix'd, and to herself a rule, Not see their faults, or secing not avoid ? Public contempt shall wait the public fool. ' When Falstaff stands detected in a lie,
L'Austin would always glisten in French silks, Why, without meaning, rolls Love's glassy eve? Ackman would Norris be, and Packer Wilks. Why? -- there's no cause at least no cause we For who, like Ackman, can with humor please? It was the fashion twenty years ago : [know Who can like Packer, charın with sprightlyease? Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use Higher than all the rest, see Bransby strut: 'Their knavery and folly to excuse.'
JA mighty Gulliver in Lilliput!
Ludicrous Nature! which at once could show
If I forget thee, Blakes, or if I say
Let critics, with a supercilious air,
Wben o'er the stage he folly's standard bore, Decry thy varione ineril, and declare
Whilst commonsense soultrembling at thedons. Frenchwen is still at top; but scorn that rage How low are found with real talents bles'd! Which in attacking thee, altacks the agre. Fewer with nature's gifis coniented rest. French follies, universally embracil,
Van from his sphere eccentric siarts Istrav; At once provoke our noirih, and form our taste. All hunt for fanie; but most mistak the way.
Long, from a nation (jer harilly asid, Bred at St, Omer's to the shuttling trade, At random censurd, wantonly abusid,
The hopeful vouth a jesuit might ha:e made, Have Britons drawn theirsport, with partialview With various readings stor'd his epipty skul, Ford gen'ral nocions from the rascal few; Learnd without sense, and venerably dull. Condein'd a people, as for vices known, Or, at some banker's desk, like many more, Whiclı, from their country banishil, seck our Content to tell that two and two nahe four, own.
His name had stood in ciir's annals fair, At lengih, hone'er, the slavish chain is broke, and prudent dulness mark'd him for a maror. And sense, a wahend, scoms her antica! voke : 1 What theu could tempt thee, in a critic age, Taught by thee, Mondy, we now learn to raise Such blooning bopes to forfeit on a -tage? Mirth from their foibles; froin their virtues, Could it be woribiny wondrous wasic of pains praise.
To publish to the world thy lack of brains Nextcame thekcion, which our Summer Birves Or might not reasone'en to thee have shown From alleys, here and there, contrivi to raise, I'lly greatest praise had been to live unknown; Flushid with vast hopes, and certain to succeed. Yet let not vanity, like thine, despair: With Wits who cannonurile,and scarce can read Forlune makes folly her peruliar care. Vetrans no more support the potten cause, A vacant throne lich plac'din Smithfieldview, No more from Elliot's worth they reap applauso. To sacred dulnes; and long tirst-born due ; Eich on himself determines to relv.'
| Thither with hasie in happy hour repair, Be Yates disban:led, and let Elliot Av.
| Thy birth-right claim, nor fear a rival there. Never did play'rs so well an anthor tit, . Shiter himself stall own thv juster claini, To nature dead, and res declar'd wo wit. lud veral Ledgers puff their Murphy's name, So loud cach congue, so empty was each head, Whilsi Vaughan* or Dapper,call hin whicu you So much they talk d, so very little said,
will, So wondrous dull, and yet so wondroits vain, Shall blow the trumpet, and give out the bill. At once so willing, and unfil to reign, Į There rule secure from critics and from sense, That reason swore, nor would the oth recall, Vor once shall genins rise tu give offence; Their mighty master's soul inform'd then all. Eiermal peace shall bless the happy shore,
As one with various disappointments sed, Tandlitue fictious break ihy rest no more. Whom dulness only kept frein being mad, 1 From Covent-Garden crowds promiscuous gn, Apart from all the rest great Murphy came hom the Muse knows not, nor desires to know, Common to fools and wits, the rage of fame. Vet'rans they seem'd, but knew of arms no more What tho' the sons of nonsense hail him sire, Than if, vill that time, arins they liever bore : Auditor, author, manager, and squire,
Like IV estininster militia train'd to fight, His restless soul's ainbition stops not here. They scarcely knew the left hand from the right. To make his triumphs perfect, 'slub him player. Istiam'd asiong such troops to show their head,
In person tall, a figure form'd to please, Their chiefs were scatter'd, and their heroes ficd. If symmetry could charm, depriv'd of case; Sparks at his glass sat comfortably nown When inoiionless he stands, we all approve; To sep'rate frown from imile, and smile from What pity 'tis the thing was made to move!
iroun: His voice, in oue dull, deep, unvaried sound, Smith, the genteel, the airy, and she smart, Seeins to break furib from caverns under ground. Smith was just gone to school 10 say liis part: Fror. hollow chest the low sepulchral note Rosy (a mi-tortune which we often meet) Unwilling heaves, and struggles in his throat. Was fast asleep at dear Statira's feet;
Could authors butcher'd give an actor grace, Statia, with her hero to agree, All must to him resign the foremost place. Stood on ber feet as fast asleep as he : When he attempts, in some one fav'rite part, Vecklin, u holargelvoleals in half-form'd sounds, To are the eelings of a inanly heart,
Who wantonly transgresses naiure's bourds, Ilis honest feature the disguise defy,
Whose acung's hard, affected, and constrain d, And his face loudly gives his tongue the lye. Whose features, as each other they disdain'd,
Still in extremes, he knows no happy mean, | At variance sct, inflexible and coarse, Or raring mad, or stupidly serene.
Ne'er know the workings of united force, In cold-wrought scenes the lifeless actor flags, Neer kindly sofien to each other's aict, In passion, teiss the passion into rags.
Vor show the unngled pow'ss of liglit and shade; (annone rernember? - Yes--I know allinast- Vo longer for a thankless stage concernd, When in ibe Voor he ground his teeth to dust,' To worthier thoughts his mighty genius turn'd;
* A gentleman still living, who published, at this juncture, a Poem entitled “The Retort."
Haraogud, Harangu'd, gave lectures, inade each siinple elf Nature through her is by reflection shown, Almost as good a speaker as himself;
Whilst Gay once more knows Polly for his own. Whilst the whole town, inad with inistaken zeal, Talk noi to me of difiidence and fear . An awkward rage for clocutiou feel;
I see it all, but must forgive it here. Dull cits and grave divines his praise proclaim, | Defects like these, which modest terrors cause, And join with Sheridan's their Macklin's name: From impudence itself extort applause, Sbuter, who never car'd a single pin
Candor and reason still take viriuc's part; Whether he left out nonsense, or put in, le love e'en foibles in so good a heart. Who aim'd at wit, tho', lecell'd in the dark, Lei Tommy Arne, with usual poinp of style, The random arrow seldom hit the mark, Those chief, whose only merit's to compile, At Islington, all by the placid stream
Tho, meanly pilfering here and there a bit, Where liy swains in lap of dulness dream, Deals music out as Murphy deals out wit, Where, quiet as her sicanis their strains do fluw, Publish proposals, laws for taste prescribe, That all the patron br the barris may know, And chant the praise of an Italian tribe : Secret as night, with Rull's experienc'd aid, Let him reverse kind nature's first decrees, The plan of future operations laid,
And teach c'en Brent a method not to please; Projected schemes the summer nionths to cheer, But never shall a truly British age And spin out happy fully through the vear. Bear a vile race of eunuciis on the stage. But think not, thongli these dastard-chiefs ! The boasted work 's call'al National in vain, are fled,
If one Italian voice pollutes the strain. That Covent-Guilen troops shall want a head: Where tyrants rule, and slaves with joy obey, Harlequin comes their chief! - See from afar let slavish minstrels pour th'enervate lay; The hero seated in fantastic car!
To Britous far uiore noble pleasures spring,
Next, to the field a band of females draw Some want the striking elegance of ease;
First, giggling, ploiting chambermaids arrive, Give great ideas of the work man's skill;
And brings thein forward in the noblest light. She pleas'll by hiding all attempts to please. Happy in this, behold, amidst the throng, No comic actress ever yet could raise,
With transient gleam of grace, Hartsweeps along. On humor's base, more nierit or more praise. If all the wonders of external grace, With all the native vigor ot sixteeni,
A person finely turn'd, a mould of face, Amoug the merry troop conspicuous seen, Where, wion rare, expression's lively force See lively Pope advance in giy and trip, With beauty's softest magic holiis discourse, Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. Attract the eye; if feelings void of art Not without art, but yet to nature irue, Rouse the quick passions, and inflame the heart; She charms the town with humor just, yet new. If music, sweetly breathing from the tongue, Cheer'd by her pronzise, we the less deplore Captives the ear, Bride must not pass unsung. The fatal i ime when Clive shall be no more. When fear, which rankill-naturecalls conceit, Lo! Vincent comes with simple grace ar- By time and custom conquerid, shall retreat ; ray'd,
When judgement, tutor d by experience sage, She laughs at paltry arts, and scorus parade. Shall shoot abroad, and gather strength fromage ;
When heav'n in mercy shall the stage release If in originals these things appear,
Some standard-measure for each part shonld find, Brought into action she at once shall raise Which when the best of actors shall exceed, Her own renown, and justify our praise. Let it devolve in one of sinaller breed.
Form'd for the tragic scene, to grace the stage All actors too upon the back should bear With rival excellence of love and rage,
Certificate of birth-time, when-place, where;
When poor Alicia's mad'ring brainsare rack'd, When the pure genuine faine, by nature taughi,
Confess'd thee great, but find thee greater still. And reason buried in the ruin lies.
| That worth which shone in scatter'd rays before; Nobly disdainful of each slavish art,
Collected now, breaks forth with double pow's, She makes her first attack upon the heart, The Jealous Wife ; on that thy trophies raise; Pleas'd with her sudimons, it receives her laws, Inferior only to the author's praise. And all is silence, sympathy, applause.
From Dublin, fami'd in legions of romance But when by fond ambition drawn aside, For mighty magie of the enchanted lance, Giddy with praise, and puff'd with female pride, With which her heroes armu'd victorious prove, She quits the tragic scene, and, in pretence And like a flood rush o'er the land of love, To comic merit, breales do:vn nature's fence; Mossop and Barry camemnames ne'er «lesign'd; I carcely can believe my ears or eyes,
By fate in the same sentence to be join'd. Or'find out Cibber through the dark disguise. Rais'd by the breath of popular acclaim,
Pritchard, by nature for the stage design'd, They mounted to the pinnacle of famc; [height, In person graceful, and in sense refin'd; There the weak brain, made giduy with the Her heart as much as nature's friend became, Spurr'd on the rival chiefs to mortal fight, Her voice as free from blemish as her fame. Thus sportive boys around some bason's brim Who knows so well in majesty to please, Behold the pipe-drawn bladders circling swim: Attemperk with the graceful charms of ease? But if, from lungs more potent, there arise
When Congreves favor'di pantomime to grace, Two bubbles of a inore ihan common size, She comes a captive queen of Morish race; Eager for honor ther for fight prepare, When love, hate, jealousy, despair and rage, Bubble meets bubble, and both sink to air. With wildest tumulis in her breast engage;
Mossop, altach'd to military plan, Still equl to hereelf ia Zara seen;
Still kept his eve fixd on his right-hard man, Her passions are the passions of a queen. Whilst the mouth ineasures words with seem
Whereshetomurtherwhetsthetinjorous Thane, ing skill, I fecl ambition rush through ev'ry vein ; The right-hand labors, and the left lies still ; Persuasion hangs upon her daring tongue, For he resolv'd on scripture grounds to go, My heart grows flint, and ev'ry nerve's new What the right doth, the left-hand shall not struna
know. Incomedy-" Nav, there," cries critic,“ hold, With studied impropriety of speech, Pritchard's for comedy too fat and old. - lle soars beyopd the hackney critio's reach ; Who can, with patience, bear the grey coquette, To epithets allods emphatic state, Or force a laugh with over-grown Julett? Whilst principals, ungrac'd, like lacquies wait) Her specch, look, action, humor, all are just; In ways first trodden by himself excels, But then, her age and figure gire disgust." .. And stands alone in indeclinables ;
Tre foibles, then, and graces of the mind, Conjunction, preposition, adverb join, In real life, to size or age confin'd?
To stamp new vigor on the nervous line: Do spirits flow, and is good breeding plac'd In nonosyllables his thunders roll. In any set circumference of waist ?
1 He, she, it, and, we, ye, thev, fright the soul, As we grow old, doth affectation cease,
In person taller than the common size, Or gives not age new vigor to caprice
Behold where Barry draws admiring eyes!