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Corctly prun'd each wiid luxuriant thought, Act from himself, on his own bottom stand
Hibernia, fau's, 'bove ev'ry other grace,
Flow vilely “Bark'e! llark'e!” grates the ear! And the procession comes in just array. ll'hen active fancy from the brain is sent,
Now should I, in some sweet poetic line, And stands on tip-toe for some wishi'd event, Offer up incense at Apollo's shrme;
I hate those careless blunders which recall Jovoke 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 would, For how should mortal man, in mortal verse, Where Nature', coarsest features we behold, Their titles, nierits, or their names rehearse? Where, destitute of ev'ry decent grace, But give, kind dulness, memory and rhyme, Unmanner'd jests are bluted in your face, We'll put off genius till another time. There Yates iritli justice strict attention draws,
First,order caine, - with solemn step, and slow, Acis iruly from himself, and gains applause. In measur'd tiine his feet were taught to go. But when, to please bunself or charın his wife, Behind, from time to time, he cast his
Ile aims at something in politer life, Lest this shonld quit his place, that step awry. When, blindly thwarting nature's stubhorn plan, Appearances 10 save his only care ;
He treads the stage, by way of yenileman, So ihings seem right no matter what they are. Theclown, who noene touch of breeding knows, In him his parents saw themselves senew'd, Looks like Tom Errand dress d, in Cincher's Begotten by Sir Critic ou Saint Prude.
clothes. Then came drum, trumpet, hauthoy, fiddle, Fond of his dresa, fond of his person grown,
Langh'd at by all, and in hiinself unknown, Nextannffer, sweeper, shister, soldier, niute; From side to side he sisuti, he smiles, he prates, Legions of angels all in white advance ; Aud seems to wonder what's become of lates. Furies, all fire, come forward in a dance ; Voodward, endow'd with various ricksofface, Pantomime figures then are brought to view, Great master in the science of griniace, Fools hand in hand with fools go two by two. From Ireland ventures, fav’rite of the town, Next came the treasurer of either house; Lur’d by the pleasing prospect of renown; One with full purse, t' other with not a sous. A squeaking Harlequin, made up of whim, Behind, a groupe of figures awe create, He iwists, he twines, he tortures ev'ry limb, Set off with all th' impertinence of state ; Plays to the eye with a mere monkey's art, Hy lace and feather consecrate to fame , And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart. Expletive kings, and queens without a name. We laugh indeed, but, on reflection's birth,
Here Havard, all serene, in the same strains, We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth. Loves, hates and rages, triumphs, and complains: His walk of parts he fatally misplac'd, His easy vacant face proclai'd a heart And inclination fondly took for taste; Which could not feel emotions, nor impart. Hence hath the town so often scen display'd With him came mighty Davies. On my life, Beau in burlesque, high life in masquerade. That Davies hath a very pretty wife :
But wlien bold wits, not such as paich up playi, Stalesman all over ! In plots famousgrown! Cold and correct, in those insivid days, He mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone. Some comic character, strong featurd, urge
Next Holland came. With truly tragic stalk, To probability's extremnest verge, 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 censuires nor cominends, Planted their batteries against the skies; Where critics can't determine on the spot, Attitude, action, air, pause, start, sigh, groan, Fhether it is in nature found or not, He borrow'd, and made use of as liis own. There Woodward safely shall his pow'rs exeit, By fortune thrown on any other stage, Nor fail 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 scarce had more. Of something beiter we have seen before: By turns transform’d into all kinds of shapes, The actor who would build a solid fame, Constant to none, Foote lauglis,cries, struts, and Must imitation's servile arts disclaim ;
Now in the centre, now in ran or rear,
If in these hallow'd times, wheri sober, sad,
Doth a man slutter, look a-squint, or halı? Rude mirth may hope presumptuous to engage
And humor set the audience in a roar.
Actors I've seen, and of no vulgar name, Shadows behindef Footeand Woodward came; Who, being from one part possess d of time, Wilkinson this, Obrien was that name. Whether they are to laugh, cry, whine', er bawl, Strange to relate, but wonderfully true, Still introduce that fav'rite part in all. That even shadows have their shadow's too! Here, Love, be cautious - ne'er be thou betray'd With not a single comic pow'r endu'd, 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 le seems a friend, The last, by nature form'd to please, who shows, He'll seise that throne you wish him to defend. 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 falsiafi 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, his wink, his stare; nay, inore, And scors, 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 iinitation 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 crossd, 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, draw's froin 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 gnarlings in their nest; His soul, of every other ihought bereft, At once they rise with impotence of rage, Is anxious only where to place the left ;
Whet their smallstings, and buzz about this stage. He sobs and pants to sooth his weeping spouse, “ 'Tis breach of privilege ! - Shall any dare To sooth his weeping mother, turns and bows, To arm satiric truth against a player ? Awkward, 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-thongh half-pocis wiib half-players join And err, because our fathers err'd before? To curse the freedom of each honest live; If, invattentive to the author's mind,
Though rage and inalice 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 io flattery and fear, Shall we, if reason rightly is employd, In parpose 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,
*Austin would always glister in French silks, Why, without meaning, rolls Love's glassy eye? | Ackman would Norris be, and Packer Wilks. Why? - there's no cause —at least no cause we For who, like Ackman, can with bumor please? It was the fashion twenty years ago : [know- Who can like Packer, charin rith sprightlyease? Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use Higher than all the rest, see Bransby strút: Their knavery and folly to excuse."
A mighty Gulliver in Lilliput! To copy beauties, forfeits all presence
Luicrous Nature! which at once could show To fame – to copy faults, is want of sense. A man so very high, so very low.
Yet (tho' in some particulars he fails, If I forget ihee, Blakes, or if I say
Let critics, with a supercilious air,
Wben o'er the stage he folly's standard bore, Decry thv various inerii, and declare
Whilsicomniensese stoundtrembling at the door. Frenchuwen is still at top ;- but scorn that rage How lew are found with real talents bles'd! Which in attacking thee, attacks the age. Fewer with nature's gitis coniented rest. French follies, universalls embracil,
Man from bis sphere eccentric starts Istray; At once provoke our niirih, and fornı our taste. All hunt for fanie; but most mistake the way.
Long, from a nation ever hardly usid, Bred at St. Omer's to the shuttling trade, At random censuril, wautonly abusid, The hopeful youth a jesuit might have made, Have Britons drawn theirsport, with partialview With various rearlings stor'd his en pty skull, Forin'd gen'ral notions from the rascal few; Learu'd without sense, and venerably dull. Condemn'd a people, as for vices known, Or, at some banker's desk, like many more, Which, from their country banish'd, seek our Content to tell that two and two make four,
His name had stood in ciir's annals fair, At length, howe'er, ile slavish chain is broke, And prulent qulness mark'd him for a mayor. And sense, awaken'd, scoms her anlient voke : What then could çempt thee, in a critic age, Taught by thee, Mordy, we now learn to raise Such blooming bopes to forfeit ou a stage? Minth from their foibles ; from their virtues, Could it be worin ihy wondrous waste of painis praise.
To publish to the wiirld thy lack of brains ? Nextcame the legion, which our Summer Barres Or might not reason c'en to thee have shown From alleys, here and there', contrive to raise, Thy greatest praise had been to live unknown; Flush'd with vast hopes, and certain to succeed yet let not vanity, like thine, despair : With Wits who cannot write and scarce can read Fortune makes föll, her perulir care. Vet'rans no more support the retten cause, A vacant throne high plac'din Smithfield view, No more from Elliot's worth they reap applauso. To sacred dulnesi and her tirst-born due ; Each on himself determines to relv,
Thither with haste in happy hour repair, Be Yates disban:led, and let Ellioi Av.
Thy birth-right claim, nor fear a rival there. Never did play'rs so well an anithor tit, Shiter himself shall own thy juster clain, To nature dead, and Res declar'd to wit. And venal Ledgers puff their Murphy's name, So loud cach longue, so empty was each head, Whilst Vaughant or Dapper,call hiin which you So much they talkd, so very little said,
will, So wondrous dull, and yet so wondrong vain, Shall blow the trumpet, and give out the bill. At once so willing, and unfit to reign,
There rule secure from critics and from sense, That reason swore, nor would the oth recall, Nor once shall genins rise to give offence; Their mighty master's soul inforın'd thein all. Eternal peace shall bless the happy shore,
As one with various disappointments sad, And litile fictious break thy rest no more. Whom dulness only kept from being mad, From Covent-Garden crowds promiscuous go, Apart from all the rest great Alurphy came-- Whom the Muse knows not, nor desires to know, Common to fools and wits, the rage of fanie. Vetrans they seen'd, but knew of arms no more What tho' the sons of nonsense hail him sire, Than if, will that time, anns they liever bore : Auditor, author, manager, and squire, Like Westininster militia train'd to fight, His restless soul's ainbition stop, not there They scarcely knew the left hand from the right. To make his triumphs perfect, club him player. Asham'd anong such troops to show their head,
In person tall, a figure form'd to please, Their chiefs were scatter'd, and their heroes fitd. If symmetry could charm, depriv'd of ease; Sparks at his glass sat comfortably down When motionless he stands, we all approre ; To sep'rate frown from smile, and smile from What pity 'tis the thing was made to more!
frown: His voice, in oue dul, deep, unvaried sound, Smith, the genteel, thic airy, and the smart, Seeins to break furth from caverns under ground. Smith was just gone to school 10 say tiis part : I'rora hollow chest the low sepulchral note Ross (il misfortune which we often mett) Unwilling heaves, and struggles in his throat. Was fast a-leepat dear Statira's feet ;
Could authors butcher'd give an actor grace, Statira, with her hero to agree, All must to him resign the foremost place. Stood on ber teet as fast asleep as he : When he attempts, in some one fav’rite part, Macklin, u ho largelyleals in half-fornı'd sounds, To are the eelings of a inanly heart,
Who wantonly transgresses nature's bourds, His honest feature the disguise defy,
Whose acting '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 set, 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, Ne'er kindly soften to each other's aitt, In passion, te iss the passion into rags. Norshow the utingled pow'ss of light and shade; (aunone reinember? - Yes I know all must- No longer for a thankless stage concern'd, When in the Moor 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.”
Harangu'd, gave lectures, made each simple ell 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 zea), Talk noi to me of diffidence and fear An awkward rage for clocution feel ;
I see it all, but must forgive it here. Dull cits and grave divines lis praise proclaim, Defects like these, which modest terrors cause, And join with Sheridan's their Macklin's name: From impudence itself extort applause. Shuter, who never car'd a single pin
Candor and reason still take viriue's part; Whether he left out nonsense, or put in, We love e'en foibles in so good a heart. Who aim'd at wil, tho', leveli'd in the dark, Let Tommy Arne, with usual poinp of style, The fandom arrow seldom hit the mark, those chief, whose only werit's to compile, At Islington, all by the placid stream
"ho, meanly pilfering here and there a bit, Where City swains in lap of dulness dream, Deals music oni as Murphy deals out wit, Where, quiet as her streanis their strains do How, Publish proposius, laws for taste prescribe, That all ihe patron by the barris may know, And chant the praise of an Italian tribe : Secret as niyhr, with Ruolt's experienc'd aid, Let him reverse kind nature's first decrees, The plan of future operations laill,
And tech e'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 throuzlı the vear. Bear a vile race of eunuciis on the stage. But think not, though these dastard-chiefs The boasted work 's call'dl National in vain,' are ted,
If one Italian voice pollates the strain. That Covent-Garlen trompa shall want a head: Where tyrants rule, and släres with joy obey, Harlequin comes their chief !. See from atar Let slavish minstrels pour thi'enervate lay; The hero seated in fantastic car!
To Britons far more noble pleasures spring, Wedded to novelty, his only arms (chiarms ; | In native notes while Beard and Vincent sing. Are wooden swords, wanils, talismans, and Miele figure give a tive unto fame, On one side fully sits, by some call'd fun, What rival should withi Yates dispute her claiın? And on the opher, his arch-patron, Lun. Bar justice may not partial trophies raise, Behind, for liberty a-thirst in vain,
Norszink the actress in the woman's praise. Sense, helpless captive, drags the galling chain. Siili land in hand her words and actions go, Six rude nis-shapen beasts the chariot draw, and the heart feels more than the features slow: Whom reason loaths, and nature never saw; For, through the regions of that beauteous fact, Monsters with tails of ire, and heads of fire; Meno variety of passions urace ; Gorgons and lydras, and chimeras dire. Dead to the soft emotions at the heart, Each was bestróde by full as monstrous wight,
No kindrcal softness can ihose eyes impart;. Giant, dwarf, genius, elf, hermaphrodire. The bro:v, stili tix'd in sorow's sullen frame, The town, as usual, met him in full cry; Void of distincsion, marks all parts the same. The town, as uşmal, knew no reason why. What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, But fashion so directs, and morlerus raise Unless deporiment gives them decent grace? Oufa hion's mould'ring basetheirtransient praise. Bless'd with all other requisites to please,
Next, to the field a band of females draw Some want the striking cleyance of ease;
First, giggling, plotting chambermaids arrive, Give great ideas of the workman's skill;
And brings thein forward in the noblest light.
If all the wonders of external grace, With all the native vigor ot sixteen, A person finely turn'd, a mould of face, Among the merry troop conspiciurus seen, Where, imion rare, expression's lively force See lively Pope advance in gig and trip, With beauty's softest magic holds discourse, Corinna, Cherry, Hoveycomb, and Snip. Attract the eye; if feelings void of art Not without ari, but yet to nature true,
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 pronjise, we the less deplore Captives the ear, Bride must not pass unsung: The fatal time when Clive shall be no more. When fear, which rankill-naturecallsconceit, Lo! Vincent conies -- with simple grace ar- By time and custom conquerd, 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 sınaller breed.
Form'd for the tragic seene, to grace the stage All actors too upon the back should bear
When poor Alicia's mad’ning brainsare rack’d, When the pure genuine Aaine, by nature taugh,
. 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 sudamons, it receives her laws, Inferior enly 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 migłaty magie of the enchanted lance, Giddy with praise, and puff'd with female pride, with which her heroes anu'd victorious prove; She quits the tragie scene, an in pretence
And like a flood rush o'er the land of love, To comic merit, breaks do.vn nature's fence; Mossop and Barry camem-names ne'er design'd) I carcely can believe my cars or eyes, By fate in the same sentence to be join'd. Or' find out Cibber through the dark disguise. Raid by the breath of popular acclaim,
Priichard, by nature for the stage design'd, They mounted to the pinnacle of fame; [height, In person graceful, and in sense refin'd; There the weak brain, made gjdúy with the Her heart as much as natore'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: Atromper'il with the graceful charms of case? But if, from lungs more potent, there arise
When Congreves favor'd pantomime to grace, Two bubbles of a more than common size, She comes a captive queen of Morish race ; Eager for honor they for fight prepare, When love, haie, jealousy, despair and rage, Bubble meets bubble, and both sink to air. With wildest tumulis in her breası engage; Mossop, attach'd to military plan, Still equal to her elf i« Zara seen ;
Still kept his eye tixid on his right-hartd man. Her passions are the passions of a queen.
Whilst the mouth ineasures words with seemWheresletomur herwhetsthetinjorousThane, 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 Mint, and ev'ry nerve's new! What the right doth, the eft-hand shall not strung
know. Incomedy--"Nay, there," cries critic,“ hold, With studied impropriety of speech, Pritchard's for comedy too fat and old.
Ile soars beyopd the hackney critio's reach ; Who can, with patience, bear the grey coquette, To epithets allots emphatie state, Or farre 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 ;
Are 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 ?
He, she, it, and, we, ye; they, fright the soul, As we grow old, doch affectation cease,
In person taller than the common size, Or gives not age new vigor to caprice ? Behold where Barry draws admiring eyes!