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Stood forth ;--and thrice he wav'd his lilly hand With all these blessings, which we seldom find
“ At friend thip’s call (thus oft with trait'rous aim, A motley figure, of the Fribble tribe, Men, void of faith, usurp faith's sacred name) Which heart can scarce conceive, or pen describe, “ At Friendship's call I come, by Murphy sent, Came simp'ring on ; to ascertain whose sex “ Who thus by me developes his intent.
Twelve, sage, impannell’d matrons would perplex, “ But left, transfus'd, the spirit should be lost, Nor male, nor female ; neither, and yet both; “ That spirit which in storms of Rhet'ric tost, Of neater gender, though of Irish growth; “ Bounces about, and fries like bottled beer, A fix-foot suckling, mincing in its gait ; " In his own words his own intentions hear.
Affected, peevith, prim, and delicate ; “ Thanks to my friends.—Butto vile fortunes born, Fearful it secm'd, tho' of athletic make, " No robes of fur these thoulders must adorn. Lett brutal breezes should too roughly shake “ Vain your applause, no aid from thence I draw; Its tender form, and Javage motion spread, “ Vain all my wit, for what is wit in law?
O'er its pale cheek, the horrid manly red. " Twice (curs'd remembrance !) twicc I ftrove to gain Much did it talk, in its own pretry phrase, “ Admittance 'mongst the law-instructed train, Of genius and of tastes of play’rs and plays ; " Who, in the Temple and Gray's-Inn, prepare Much too of writings, which itse!f had wrote, “ For clients wretched fect the legal snare :
Of special merit, tho' of little note ; “ Dead to those arts which polish and refine, For Fate, in a strange humour, had decreed " Deaf to all worth, because that worth was mine, That what it wrote, none but itself should read; « Twice did those blockheads startle at my name, Much too it chatter'd of dramatic laws, " And foul rejection gave me up to shame.
Misjudging critics, and misplac'd applause, « To laws and liwyers then I bad adieu,
Then, with a self-complacent jutting air, " And plans of far more lib'ral note pursue. It smild, it smirk'd, it wriggied 10 the chair ; “ Who will may be a judge-ny kindling breast And, with an aukward briskness not its own, « Burns for that chair which Rofcius once possess’d. Looking around, and perking on the throne, “ Here give your votes, your int'relt here exert, Triumphant seem'd, when that strange savage dame, “ And let success for once attend desert.”
Known but to few, or only known by name, With ileek appearance, and with ambling pace, Plain Common Sense appear’d, by Nature there And, type of vacant head, with vacant face, Appointed, with plain Truth, to guard the chair. The Proteus Hill put in his modeft plea,
The pageant saw, and blasted with her frown,
of this vain nothing shall be mortified) Who could so nobly grace the motley lift,
Nor shall the Muse (should Fate ordain her rimes, s'étor, inspector, doctor, botanist ?
Fond, pleasing thought ! to live in after-times) Knows any one so well-sure no one knows,
With such a crifler's name her pages blot ; At once to play, preferibe, compound, compose ? Known be the character, the thing forgot ; Who can but Woodward came,--Hill Nipp'd away, Let it, to disappoint each future aim, Melting, like ghosts, before the rising day.
Live wirhcut sex, and die withont a name ! * With that locu Cunning, which in fools supplies, Cold-blooded critics, by enervate fires And amply too, the place of being wise,
Scarce hammer'd out, when Nature's feeble fires Which Nature, kind, indulgent parent, gave Glimmer'd their last ; whose Auggith blood half To qualify the blockhead for a knave;
froze, With that smooth Falshood, whose appearance charms, Creeps lab’ring thro' the veins ; whose heart ne es And reason of each wholsome doubt disarms,
glows Which to the lowest depths of guile descends, With fancy-kindled heat ;-a servile race, By vileft means pursues the vileft ends,
Who in mere want of fault, ali merit place; Wears friendship's mask for purposes of spite, Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Fawns in the day, and butchers in the night;
Bigots to Greece, and Naves to musty rules ; With that malignant Envy, which turns pale, With solemn consequence declar'd that none And fickens, even if a friend prevail,
Could judge that cause but Sophocles alone. Which merit and success pursues with hate,
Dupes to their fancied excellence, the crowd, And damns the worth it cannot imitate ;
Obfequious to the facred dictate, bow'd. With the cold Caution of a coward's spleen,
When, from amidst the throng, a youth food Which fears not guilt, but always seeks a screen,
forth, Which keeps this maxim ever in her view
Unknown his person, not unknown his worth ; What’s bajely done, should be done safely too ; His look bespoke applause ; alone he stood, With that dull, rooted, callous Impudence,
Alone he stemm'd the mighty critic flood. Which, dead to shame, and ev'ry nicer sense, He talk'd of ancients, as the man became Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading Vice's snares, Who priz’d our own, but envied not their fame; She blunder'd on some virtue unawares ;
With noble rev'rence spoke of Greece and Rome,
And scorn'd to tear the laurels from the tomb. This severe character was intended for Mr. Fitz- “ But more than just to other countries grown, patrick, a person who had rendered himself remarka-“ Must we turn base apoftates to our own? ble by his activity in the play-house riots of 1763, “ Where do these words of Greece and Rome relative to the taking half prices. He was the hero excel, of Garrick's Fribbleriad.
E. “ That England may not please the car as well ?
" What mighty magic's in the place or air, Things of the noblest kind his genius drew,
A loose he gave to his unbounded soul, “ In state of letters merit should be heard.
And taught new lands to rise, new feas to roll ; “ Genius is of no country, her pure ray
Callid into being scenes unknown before, « Spreads all abroad, as gen'ral as the day ;
And, passing Nature's bounds, was something more. “ Foe to restraint, from place to place lie flies, Next Jonton fat, in ancient learning trainid, " And may hereafter e'en in Holland rise.
His rigid judgment Fancy's flight restrain’d, May not (to give a pleasing fancy scope,
Correctly prun'd each wild luxuriant thought, “ And chear a patriot heart with patriot hope) Mark'd out her course, nor spar'd a glorious fault. “ May not some great extensive Genius raiso
The book of man he read with nicest art, 6. The name of Britain 'bove Athenian praise ; And ransack'd all the secrets of the heart; “ And, whilst brave thirst of fame his bosom warms, Exerted penetration's utmost force, “ Make England great in letters as in arms ?
And trac'd each passion to its proper source; “ There miy-there hath—and Shakespeare's mufe Then strongly mark’d, in livelieit colours drew, “ aspires
And brought each foible forth to public view. “ Beyond the reach of Greece: with native fires The coxcomb felt a lalh in ev'ry word, " Mounting aloft, he wings his airy fight,
And fools, hung out, their brother fools deterr’d. “ While Sophocles below stands trembling at his His comic humour kept the world in awe,
And Laughter frighten'd Folly more than Law. " Why should we then abroad for judges roam, But, hark !-the trumpet sounds, the crowd give “ When abler judges we may find at home ?
way, “ Happy in tragic and in comic pow'rs,
And the procession comes in just array.
Ani waken mcm'ry with a sleeping ode.
Their titles, merits, or their names rchcarfe ?
We'll put off Genius till another time. Mean-time the stranger ev'ry voice employ'd,
First, Order came,—with folemn step, and flow, To ask or tell his same- -Who is it?-LLOYD. In measur'd time his feet were taught to go.
Thus, when the aged friends of Job stood mute, Behind, from time to time, he cast his eye, And, tamely prudent, gave up the dispute,
Left This should quit his place, That step awry. Elihu, with the decent warmth of youth,
Appearances to save his only care ; Boldly stood forth the advocate of truth;
So things seem right, no matter what they are. Contuted falsehood, and disabled pride,
In him his parents saw themselves renew'd, Whilft barfied age stood snarling at his fide.
Begotten by Sir Critic on Saint Prude. The day of tryal's fix'd, nor any fear
Then came drum, trumfet, hautboy, fiddle, flute; Left day of tryal should be put off here.
Next snuffer, sweeper, thifter, feldier, mute : Causes but seldom for delay can call
Legions of angels all in white advance ; In courts where forms are few, fees none at all. Furies, all fire, come forward in a dance;
The morning came, nor find I that the Sun, Pantomime figures then are brought to view, As he on other great events hath done,
Fools hand in hand with fools, go two by two. Put on a brighter robe than what he wore
Next came the treasurer of either house; To go his journey on the day before.
One with full purse, t'other with not a sous. Full in the centre of a spacious plain,
Behind, a group of figures awe create, On plan entirely new, where nothing vain,
Set off with all th'impertinence of state ; Nothing magnificent appear’d, but Art
By lace and feather confecrate to fame, With decent modesty perform'd her part,
Expletive kings, and queens without a name, Rose a tribunal: from no other court
Here Havard, all lerene, in the same strains, It borrow'd ornament, or sought support :
Loves, hates, and rages, triumphs, and No juries here were pack'd to kill or clear,
plains; No bribes were taken, nor oaths broken here; His easy vacant face proclaim'd a heart No gownsmen partial to a client's cause,
Which could not feel emotions, nor impart. To their own purpofe tund the pliant laws.
With him came mighty Davies. On my life, Each judge was true and steady to his trust,
That Davies hath a very pretty wife:As Mansfield wise, and as old Foster * juft.
Statesman all over !-In plots famous grown! In the first seat, in robe of various dyes,
He mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone. A noble wildness flashing from his eyes,
Next Holland came. With truly tragic stalk, Sat Shakespeare.--In one hand a wand he bore, He creeps, he flies.-A hero should not walk. For mighty wonder fam'd in days of yore ;
As if with heav'n he warr'd, his eager eyes The other held a globe, which to his will
Planted their batteries against the skies ; Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill : Attitude, action, air, pause, start, figh, groan,
He borrow'd, and made use of as his own. Sir Michael Foster, one of the Judges of the By fortune thrown on any other stage, King's Bench
He might, perhaps, have pleas'd an caly age ;
But now appears a copy and no more,
Now in the centre, now in van or rear, Of something better we have seen before.
The Proteus shifts, Bawd, Parfen, Austioneer. The actor who would build a solid fame,
tiis Itrokes of humour, and his bursts of sport, Mult imitation's lervile arts disclaim;
Are all contain'd in this one word, Distort. Act from hinselt, on his own bottom it and ;
Doth a man stutter, look a-squint, or halt? I hate c'en Garrick thus at second-hand.
Mimics draw humour out of Nature's fault, Behind came ing.-Bred up in modest lore, With personal defects their mirth adorn, Bathful and young he fought Hibernia's shore ; And hang misfortunes out to public scorn. Hibernia, fam’d, 'bove ev'ry other grace,
E'en I, whom nature cast in hideous mould, For matchless intrepidity of face.
Whom, having made, she trembled to behold, From her his features canght the gen'rous fiume,
Beneath the load of mimicry may groan, And bid deriance to all sense of thime.
And find that Nature's error are my own. Tuior'd by her all rivals to furpils,
Shadows behind of Foote and Woodward cames 'Mongst Drury's sons he comes, and shines in Rrafs. Wilkinson this, Obrien was that name.
Lo Yates Without the least finetle of art Strange to relate, but wonderfully true, He gets applaufc-1 with he'd get his part.
That even shadows have their shadows too!
With not a single comic pow'r endu'd,
The last by Nature form’d to please, who shews,
Self quite put off, affects, with too much art, Suspended sense, and prove it fiction all.
To put on Woodward in each mangled part; In characters of low and vulgar mould,
Adopts his shrug, his wink, his stare; nay, more, Where Nature's coarseft features we behold,
His voice, and croaks ; for Woodward croak'd be. Where, dertitute of ev'ry decent grace,
fore. Unmanner'd jests are blurted in your face,
When a dull copier fimple grace neglects.'
By Nature form’d in her perverseft mood,
Next Jackson came. Observe that settled glare;
Sounds so well fitted to her untun'd ear?
Woodward, endow'd with various tricks of face, He fubs and pants to soothe his weeping spouse, Great master in the science of grimace,
To foothe his weeping mother, turns and bows, From Ireland ventures, fav’rite of the town, Aukwird, embarrats'd, Riff, without the skill Lur'd by the plealing prospect of renown;
Of moving gracefully, or standing still, A speaking Harlequin, made up of whim,
One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, He twists, he twines, he tortures ev'ry limb, Defirous seems to run away from t'other. Plays to the eye with a mere monkey's art,
Some errors, handed down from age to age, And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart. Plead custom's force, and still possess the stage, We laugh indeed, but on reflection's birth,
That's vile-Should we a parent's faults adore, We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth, And err, because our fathers err'd before ; His walk of parts he fatally misplacid,
If, inattentive to the author's mind, And inclination fondly took for taite;
Some actors made the jest they could not find, Hence hath thc town so often seen display'd
If by low tricks they marr'd fair Nature's mien, Beau in burlesque, high life in masquerade.
And blurr'd the graces of the simple scene, But when bold wits, not such as patch up plays, Shall we, if reaton rightly is employd, Cold and correct, in these infipid days,
Not see their fiults, or sceing not avoid? Some comic character, strong featur'd, urge When Falstaff stands detected in a lye, To probability's extremeit verge,
Why, without meaning, rolls Love's glasly eye? Where modest judgment her decree suspends, Why?- There's no cause--at least no cause we And for a time, nor censures, nor commends,
know Where critics can't determine on the spot,
It was the fashion twenty years ago, Whether it is in Nature found or not,
Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use There Woodward safely shall his pow'rs exert, Their knavery and folly to excuse. Nor faul of favour where he thews defert.
To copy beauties, forfeits all pretence Hence he in Bobadil such praises bore,
To famemto copy faults, is want of sense.
Yet (tho' in some particulars he fails,
All gentlemen are melancholy mad,
When 'tis not deem'd so great a crime by half Long, from a nation ever hardly us'd,
At random cenfur'd, wantonly abus'd,
Have Britons drawn their sport, with partial view An act of Toleration for the stage,
Form'd gen'ral notions from the rascal tew; And courtiers will, like rezonable creatures, Condemn'd a people as for vices known, Suspend vain fashion, and unscrew their features, Which, from their country banishid, seek our own. Old Falstaff, play'd by Love, thall please once more, At length, howe'er, the Naviih chain is broke, And humour let the audience in a roar.
And Senfe awaken'd, scorns her ancient yoke : Actors I've seen, and of no vulgar name, Taught by thee, Moody, we now learn to raise Who, being tiom one part poffefs'd of fame, Mirth from their foibles, from their virtues, praise Whether they are to laugh, cry, whine, or bawl, Next came the legion, which our Summer Bayes Still introduce that fuv'rite part in all.
From alleys, here and there, contriv'd to raise, Here, Love, be cautious ne'er be thou betray'd Fluh'd with vast hopes, and certain to succeed To call in that wag Falstaff's dang 'rous aid;
With Wits who cannot write, and scarce can read. Like Goths of old, howe'er he seems a friend, Vet'rans no more support the rotten caule, He'll seize that throne, you wish him to defend. No more from Elliot's worth they reap applause ; In a peculiar mould by Humour cast,
Each on himself determines to rely,
To Nature dead, and foes declared to Wit.
At once so willing, and unfit to reign, Arms cross’d, brows bent, eyes fix'd, feet march- | That Revon swore, nor would the oath recall, ing flow,
Their mighty master's soul inform'd them all. A band of malecontents with spleen o'erflow;
As one with various disappointments sad, Wrapt in conceit's impenetrable fog,
Whom Dullness only kept from being mad, Which pride, like Phæbus, draws from ev'ry bog, Apart from all the rest great Murphy cameThey curse the Managers, and curse the Town, Common to fools and wits, the rage of fame. Whole partial favours keeps such merit down. What tho' the fons of Nonsense hail him SIRE,
But if some man, more hardy than the relt, AUDITOR, AUTHOR, MANAGER, and SQUIRE, Should dare attack these gnarlings in their neft ;
His reftlefs soul's ambition stops not therc, At once they rise with impotence of rage,
To make his triumphs perfect, dub him PLAYER. Whet their small stings, and buzz about the stage. In person tall, a person form'd to please, “ 'Tis breach of privilege ! Shall any dare If symmetry could charm, depriv'd of case; “ To arm satyric truth against a player ?
When motionless he stands, we all approve, « Prescriptive rights we plead time out of mind; What pity 'tis the Thing was made to move. • Actors, unlash'd themselves, may lah man- His voice, in one dull, deep, and varied sound, " kind."
Seems to break forth from caverns under ground. What! shall opinion then, of Nature free From hollow cheft the low sepulchral note And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree
Unwilling heaves, and struggles in his throat.
To ape the feelings of a manly heart,
Still in extremes, he know's no happy mean, Stranger alike to flattery and fear,
Or raving mad, or stupidly serene. In purpose fix'd and to herself a rule,
In cold-wrought scenes the lifeless actor flags, Public contempt thall wait the public fool.
In pafliun, tears the pallion into rags. Austin would always glisten in French filks, Can none remember - Yes I know all musta Ackman would Norris be, and Packer Wilks. When in the Moor he ground his teeth to dust, For who, like Ackman, can with humour please ; When o'er the stage he Folly's standard bore, Who can, like Packer, charm with sprightly ease? Whilst Common-Sense stood trembling at the doors Higher than all the reft, see Brandby Itrut:
How few are found with real talents bless'd, A mighty Gulliver in Lillipue !
Fewer with Nature's gifts contented rest. Ludicrous Nature! which at once could shew Man from his sphere eccentric starts aftray ; A man so very high, so very low.
All hunt for fame ; but mott mistake the way. If I forget thee, Blakes, or if I say
Bred at St. Omer's to the shuffling trade, Aught hurtful, may I never see thee playa,
The hopeful youth a Jesuit might have made, Let critic, with a supercilious air,
With various readings stor'd his empty skull, Decry thy various merit, and declare
Learn'd without fente, and venerably dull ; Frenchman is still at top;—but scorn that rage Or, at some banker's desk, like many more, Which, in attacking thee attacks the age.
Content to tell that two and two make four, French follies, universally embrac'd,
His name had stood in City ANNALS fair, At once provoke our mirch, and form our taste. And prudent Dullness musk'd him for a Mayor.
What then could tempt thee in a critic age,
But think not, though these daftard-chicfs are Such blooming hopes to forfeit on a stage ? Could it be worth thy wond'rous waste of pains That Covent-Garden troops shall want a head : To publish to the world thy lack of brains ? Harlequin comes their chief See from afar, Or might not reason e'en to thee have Thewn
The hero seated in fantaitic car! Thy greatest praise had been to live unknown ? Wedded to Novelty, his only arms Yet let not vanity, like thine, despair :
Are wooden (words, wands, talismans, and charms; Fortune makes Folly her peculiar care.
On one side Folly lits, by some call'd Fun,
Behind, for liberty a-thirst in vain,
Sense, helpless captive, drags the galling chain. Thy birth-right claim, nor fear a rival there. Six rule mil-shapen beasts the chariot draw, Shuter himself shall own thy juster claim,
Whom Reason loaths, and Nature never saw ; And venal Ledgers puff their Murphy's name, Monsters, with tails of ice, and heads of fire ; Whilft Vaughan* or Dapper, call him which you will, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimæras dire. Shall blow the trumpet, and give out the bill. Each was beítrode by full as monstrous wight,
There rule secure from critics and from sense, Giant, Dwarf, Genius, Elf, Hermaphrodite. Nor once shall Genius rise to give offence;
The Town, as usual, met him in tullcry; Eternal peace thall bless the happy shore,
The Town, as usual, knew no reason why. And little Factions break thy reit no more.
But Fashion so directs, and moderns raise From Covent-Garden crowds promiscuous go, On Fashion's mould'ring base their transient praise. Whom the Mufe knows not, nor desires to know. Next, to the field a band of fe maies draw Vet'rans they feemd, but knew of arms no more Their force ; for Britain owns no Salique law : Than if, till that time, arms they never bore : Just to their worth, we female rights aumit, Like Westminster militia train'd to fight,
Nor bar their claim to empire or to wit. They scarcely knew the left hand from the right. First, giggling, plotting chamber-maids arrive, Alham'd among such troops to shew the head, Hovdens and romps, led on by Gen’ral Clive. Their chiefs were scatter'd, and their heroes fled. in spite of outward blemishes, the Thone Sparks at his glass fat comfortably down
For humour fam'd, and humour all her own. To lep’rate frown from smile, and smile from frown ; Easy, as if at home, the stage she trod, Smith, the genteel, the airy, and the smart, Nor fought the critic's praise, nor fear'd his rod, Smith was just gone to school to say his part ; Original in spirit and in ease, Ross (a misfortune which we often meet)
She pleas'd by hiding all aitempts to please. Was fast ancep at dear Statira's feet ;
No comic actress ever yet could raise, Statira, with her hero to agree,
On Humour's base, more merit or more praise. Stood on her feet as fait asleep as he ;
With all the native vigour of sixteen, Macklin, who largely deals in half-form'd sounds, Among the merry troop conspicuous feen, Who wantonly tranfgresses Nature's bounds, See lively Pope advance in jig en trip, Whose acting's hard, affected, and constrain'd, Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. Whose features, as each other they disduin'd, Not without Art, but then to Nature true, At variance fet, inflexible and coarse,
She charms the To.vn with humour just, yet new. Ne'er know the workings of united force,
Chear'd by her promise, we the loss deplore Ne'er kindly soften to each other's aid,
The fatal time when Clive shall be no more. Nor thew the mingled pow'rs of light and shade,
Lo! Vincent comes with simple grace array'd, No longer for a thankless stage concernd,
She laughs at paltry arts, and scorns parade.
Talk not to me of distidence and fear-
Defects like these which modeft terrors cause,
We love e'en foibles in so good an heart.
Ler Tommy Arne, with usual pomp of ftile, Who aim'd at wit, tho' levell'd in the dirk, Whose chief, whose only merit's to compile, The random arrow seldom hit the mark,
Who, meanly pilfering here and there a bit, At Illington, all by the placid stream
Deals music out as Murphy deals out wit, Where City swains in lap of dullness dream, Publish proposals, laws for tarte prescribe, Where, quiet as her strains their strains do flow, And chaunt the pra fe of an Italian trile; That all the patron by the bards may know, Let him reverse kind Nature's first decrees, Secret anight, with Rolt's experienc'd aid, And teach e'en Brent a method not to please ; The plan of future operations laid,
But never shall a truly British age Projected schemes the summer months to chear, Bear a vile race of eunuchs on the stage. And spin out happy Folly through the year.
The boasted work's callid National in vain,
If one Italian voice pollutes the strain. A gentleman Atill living, who published, at this Where tyrants rule, and Naves with joy obey, juncture, a Poem entitled, “ The Retort.” E. Let Navish minstrels pour th' enervate lay i