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But not the brightest joy, which Arts, 1
Re-echoed thro' the heart, the foul of Bounty bless.
Tf'ritien by Richard? Bkinsley Sheridan, Esq. Spoken Ij
Another still remains you can't refuse; >
It is a Lady writes—and hark—a noble Muse. J Vol. XXIII. P But
But see a Critic- starting from his bench—
'A noble Author?' Yos, Sir; but the Play'* not French;
Yet if it were, no blame on us could fall;
For we, you know, must follow Fashion's call;
And true it is things lately were Rs Train
To woo the Gallic Muse at Drury-lane; >
Not to import a troop of foreign elves,
But treat you with French actors—in ourselves:
A friend we had, who vow'd he'd make us speak
Fure. flippant French,—by contact—in a week;
Told us 'twas time to study what was good,
Polish, .and leave off being understood,
That crouded audiences we thus might bring
To Monsieur Parsons and Chevalier King:
Or lhould the vulgars grumble now and then,
The prompter might translate—for country gentlemen.
Strait all subscrib'd—Kings, Gods, Mutes, Siuger, Actor,—
A Flanders figure-dancer our contractor.
But here, I grieve to own, tho't it be to you,
He acted—e'en as most contractors do;
Sold what be never dealt in, and th' amount
Being first ditcharg'd, submitted his account:
And what th' event? Their industry was such,
Dodd spoke good Flemish, Bannister bad Dutch.
Then the rogue told us, with insulting ease,
So it was foreign, it was sure to please:
Beaux, wits, applaud, as sailiion should command,'
And Misses laugh—to seem to understand—
So from each clime our foil may something gain;
Manhood frorn Rome, and sprightliness from Spain j
Some Russian Ruscius next delight the age,
And a Dutch Hcinel skate along the stage.
Exotic fopperies, hail! whose flatt'ring smile
Supplants the sterner virtues of our ille!
Thus, while with Chinese sirs and Indian pines
Our nurs'ries swarm, the Britilh oak declines:
Yet, vain our Mules fear—no foreign laws
We dread, while native beauty pleads our cause:
While you're to judge, whose smiles are honours higher
Than verse sliould gain, but where those eyes inspire.
But is the men presume your pow'r to awo,
Retort their churlish senatorial law;
This is your house.—and move—the gentlemen withdraw
Then you may vote, with envy never ceasing,
Your inilucuce has increas'd, and is increasing;
But there, I trust, the relolciion's finilh'd;
Sure none will far—it ought to be diminilh'd.
Cfmraders of Sallust and Livy. From Hatley's Essay on History.
BUT Rome's proud Genius, with exulting claim,
Of mightier spirit, of majestic frame,
On Biography and t/ie Charaflcr of Plutarch. From the fame'.
O BLEST Biography! thy charms of yore
To win the heart, the wavering thought to fix.
Charadtr of FROiasAST. From t/te same.
YET Courtesy, with generous Valour join'd,
As the young Pealjnt, led by spirits keen