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Whate'er the scene, let this advice have weight:-
| Adapt your language to your hero's state.
At times Melpomene forgets to groan,
And brisk Thalia takes a serious tone;
Nor unregarded will the act pass by
Where angry Townly (1) lifts his voice on high.
Again, our Shakspeare limits verse to kings,
When common prose will serve for common things;
And lively Hal resigns heroic ire

To "hallooing Hotspur (2)" and the sceptred sire.
'Tis not enough, ye bards, with all your art,
To polish poems;-they must touch the heart.
Where'er the scene be laid, whate'er the song,
Still let it bear the hearer's soul along ;
Command your audience or to smile or weep,
Whiche'er may please you-any thing but sleep.
The poet claims our tears; but, by his leave,
Before I shed them, let me see him grieve.

If banish'd Romeo feign'd nor sigh nor tear,
Lull'd by his languor, I should sleep or sneer.
Sad words, no doubt, become a serious face,
And men look angry in the proper place.
At double meanings folks seem wondrous sly,
And sentiment prescribes a pensive eye;
For nature form'd at first the inward man,
And actors copy nature-when they can.
She bids the beating heart with rapture bound,
Raised to the stars, or levell'd with the ground;
And for expression's aid, 't is said, or sung,
She gave our mind's interpreter-the tongue,
Who, worn with use, of late would fain dispense
At least in theatres) with common sense;
O'erwhelm with sound the boxes, gallery, pit,
And raise a laugh with any thing—but wit.

Versibus exponi tragicis res comica non vult;
Indignatur item privatis, ac prope socco
Dignis carminibus narrari cœna Thyestæ.
Singula quæque locum teneant sortita decenter.
Interdum tamen et vocem comœdia tollit,
Iratusque Chremes tumido delitigat ore:
Et tragicus plerumque dolet sermone pedestri.
Telephus et Peleus, cum pauper et exul, uterque
Projicit ampullas, et sesquipedalia verba;
Si curat cor spectantis tetigisse querela.

Non satis est pulchra esse poemata; dulcia sunto,
Et quocunque volent, animum auditoris agunto.
Ut ridentibus arrident, ita flentibus adflent
Humani vultus. Si vis me flere, dolendum est
Primum ipsi tibi; tunc tua me infortunia lædent
Telephe, yel Peleu: male si mandata loqueris,
Aut dormitabo, aut ridebo: tristia mostum
Vultum verba decent; iratum, plena minarum;
Ludentem, lasciva; severum, seria dictu.
Format enim natura prius nos intus ad omnem
Fortunarum habitum: juvat, aut impellit ad iram;
Aut ad humum mærore gravi deducit, et angit;
Post effert animi motus interprete lingua.
Si dicentis erunt fortunis absona dicta,

(1) In Vanbrugh's comedy of the Provoked Hushand.-E. (2) "And in his ear I'll halloo, Mortimer!"-1 Henry IV. (3) See the Rehearsal:

"Johnson. Pray, Mr. Bayes, who is that Drawcansir?

To skilful writers it will much import, [court;
Whence spring their scenes, from common life or
Whether they seek applause by smile or tear,
To draw a "Lying Valet," or a "Lear,"

A sage, or rakish youngster wild from school,
A wandering "Peregrine," or plain "John Bull;"
All persons please when nature's voice prevails,
Scottish or Irish, born in Wilts or Wales.

Or follow common fame, or forge a plot:
Who cares if mimic heroes lived or not?
One precept serves to regulate the scene:-
Make it appear as if it might have been.

If some Drawcansir (3) you aspire to draw,
Present him raving, and above all law :
If female furies in your scheme are plann❜d,
Macbeth's fierce dame is ready to your hand;
For tears and treachery, for good or evil,
Constance, King Richard, Hamlet, and the Devil!
But if a new design you dare essay,

And freely wander from the beaten way,
True to your characters, till all be past,
Preserve consistency from first to last.

'Tis hard to venture where our betters fail, Or lend fresh interest to a twice-told tale; And yet, perchance, 't is wiser to prefer

A hackney'd plot, than choose a new, and err;
Yet copy not too closely, but record,

More justly, thought for thought than word for

word;

Nor trace your prototype through narrow ways, But only follow where he merits praise.

For you, young bard! whom luckless fate may lead To tremble on the nod of all who read,

Romani tollent equites peditesque cachinnum.
Intererit multum, Davusne loquatur, an Heros;
Maturusne senex, an adhuc florente juventå
Fervidus; an mátrona potens, an sedula nutrix;
Mercatorne vagus, cultorne virentis agelli;
Colchus an Assyrius; Thebis nutritus, an Argis.
Aut famam sequere, aut sibi convenientia finge,
Scriptor. Honoratum si forte reponis Achillem;
Impiger, iracundus, inexorabilis, acer,
Jura neget sibi nata, nihil non arroget armis.
Sit Medea ferox invictaque; flebilis Ino;
Perfidus Ixion; lo vaga; tristis Orestes.

Si quid inexpertum scenæ committis, et audes
Personam formare novam, servetur ad imum
Qualis ab incepto processerit, et sibi constet.
Difficile est proprie communia dicere; (4) tuque
Rectius Iliacum carmen deducis in actus,
Quam si proferres ignota indictaque primus.
Publica materies privati juris erit, si
Nec circa vilem patulumque moraberis orbem;
Nec verbum verbo curabis reddere fidus
Interpres, nec desilies imitator in arctum,

Unde pedem proferre pudor vetet, aut operis lex.

"Bayes. Why, sir, a great hero, that frights his mistress, snub up kings, baffles armies, and does what he will, without regard to numbers, good sense, or justice."-E.

(4) Difficile est proprie communia dicere."-Madame Dacier.

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Madame de Sévigné, Boileau, and others, have left their dispute on the meaning of this passage in a tract considerably longer than the poem of Horace. It is printed at the close of the eleventh volume of Madame de Sévigné's Letters, edited by Grouve!le, Paris, 1806. Presuming that all who can construe may venture an opinion on such subjects, particularly as so many who can not have taken the same liberty, I should have held my "farthing candle" as awkwardly as another, had not my respect for the wits of Louis the Fourteenth's Augustan siècle induced me to subjoin these illustrious authorities. 1st, Boileau: "Il est difficile de traiter des sujets qui sont à la portée de tout le monde, d'une manière qui vous les rende propres, ce qui s'appelle s'approprier un sujet par le tour qu'on y donne." 2dly, Batteux:"Mais il est bien difficile de donner des traits propres et individuels aux étres purement possibles." 3dly, Dacier: "Il est difficile de traiter convenablement ces caractères que tout le monde peut inventer." Mde. de Sévigné's opinion and translation, consisting of some thirty pages, I omit, particularly as M. Grouvelle observes, "La chose est bien remarquable, aucune de ces diverses interpretations ne paraît être la véritable." But, by way of comfort, it seems, fifty years afterwards, "Le lumineux Dumarsais" made his appearance, to set Horace on his legs again, "dissiper tous les nuages, et concilier tous les dissentimens ;" and some fifty years hence, somebody, still more luminous, will doubtless start up and demolish Dumarsais and his system on this weighty affair, as if he were no better than Ptolemy and Tycho, or his comments of no more consequence than astronomical calculations on the present comet. I am happy to say, "la longueur de la dissertation" of M. D. prevents M. G. from saying any more on the matter. A better poet than Boileau, and at least as good a scholar as Sévigné, has said,

"A little learning is a dangerous thing."

And, by this comparison of comments, it may be perceived how
a good deal may be rendered as perilous to the proprietors.-
[Dr. Johnson gave the interpretation thus :-" He means that it
is difficult to appropriate to particular persons qualities which
are common to all mankind, as Homer has done."-"It seems to
result from the whole discussion," says Mr. Croker, "that, in the
ordinary meaning of the words, the passage is obscure, and that,
to make sense, we must either alter the words, or assign to them
an unusual interpretation. All commentators are agreed, by the
help of the context, what the general meaning must be; but no
one seems able 'verbum verbo reddere fidus interpres."" (Bos-
well, vol. iii. p. 458.) But, in our humble opinion, Boileau's
*On the original MS. we find, -"This note was written "(at
Athens
before the author was apprised of Mr. Cumberland's
death." The old littérateur died in May 1811, and had the honour
to be buried in Westminster Abbey, and to be eulogised, while the
company stood round the grave, in the following manly style by the
then Dean, Dr. Vincent, his schoolfellow, and through life his friend
-"Good people! the person you see now deposited is Richard Cum
berland, an author of no small merit: his writings were chiefly for
the stage, but of strict moral tendency: they were not without faults,
but they were not gross, abounding with oaths and libidinous ex-
pressions, as, I am shocked to observe, is the case of many of the
present day. He wrote as much as any one: few wrote better; and
his works will be held in the highest estimation, as long as the
English language will be understood. He considered the theatre a
school for moral improvement, and his remains are truly worthy of
mingling with the illustrious dead which surround us. Read his
prose subjects on divinity! there you will find the true Christian
spirit of the man who trusted in our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
May God forgive him his sins; and, at the resurrection of the just,
receive him into everlasting glory!"-E.

The London Review, set up in 1809, under Mr. Cumberland's editorial care, did not outlive many numbers. He spoke great things

He sinks to Southey's level in a trice,
Whose epic mountains never fail in mice!
Not so of yore awoke your mighty sire
The temper'd warblings of his master-lyre;

Quid dignum tanto ferét hic promissor hiatu?
Parturient montes: nascetur ridiculus mus.

translation is precisely that of this "fidus interpres." - E.]
(1) About two years ago a young man, named Townsend, was
announced by Mr. Cumberland* in a review since deceased) as
being engaged in an epic poem to be entitled Armageddon. The
plan and the specimen promise much; but I hope neither to of
end Mr. Townsend, nor his friends, by recommending to his
attention the lines of Horace to which these rhymes allude. If
Mr. Townsend succeeds in his undertaking, as there is reason
to hope, how much will the world be indebted to Mr. Cumberland
for bringing him before the public! But, till that eventful day
arrives, it may be doubted whether the premature display of his
plan (sublime as the ideas confessedly are) has not,-by raising
expectation too high, or diminishing curiosity, by developing his
argument,-rather incurred the hazard of injuring Mr. Town-
send's future prospects. Mr. Cumberland (whose talents I shall
not depreciate by the humble tribute of my praise) and Mr. Town-
send must not suppose me actuated by unworthy motives in this
suggestion. I wish the author all the success he can wish himself,
and shall be truly happy to see epic poetry weighed up from the
bathos where it lies sunken with Southey, Cottle, Cowley (Mrs.
or Abraham), Ogilvy, Wilkie, Pye, and all the dull of past and
present days." Even if he is not a Milton, he may be better than
Blackmore; if not a Homer, an Antimachus. I should deci
myself presumptuous, as a young man, in offering advice, were it
not addressed to one still younger. Mr. Townsend has the great.
est difficulties to encounter: but in conquering them he will find
employment; in having conquered them, his reward. I know too
well "the scribbler's scoff, the critic's contumely;" and I am
afraid time will teach Mr. Townsend to know them better. Those
who succeed, and those who do not, must bear this alike, and it
is hard to say which have most of it. I trust Mr. Townsend's
share will be from envy; he will soon know mankind well
enough not to attribute this expression to malice.-[This was pen-
ned at Athens. On his return to England Lord B. wrote to a friend:
"There is a sucking epic poet at Granta, a Mr. Townsend,
protége of the late Cumberland. Did you ever hear of him and
his Armageddon? I think his plan (the man I don't know) borders
on the sublime; though, perhaps, the anticipation of the 'Last
Day' is a little too daring: at least, it looks like telling the Al-
mighty what he is to do; and might remind an ill-natured person
of the line-

And fools rush in where angels fear to tread.' But I don't mean to cavil-only other folks will; and he may bring all the lambs of Jacob Behmen about his ears. However, I hope he will bring it to a conclusion, though Milton is in his way."All Lord Byron's anticipations, with regard to this poem, were realised to the very letter. To gratify the curiosity which bad been excited Mr. Townsend, in 1815, was induced to publish eight out of the twelve books of which it was to consist. "In the benevolence of his heart, Mr. Cumberland," he says, "bestowed praise on me, certainly too abundantly and prematurely; but I hope that any deficiency on my part may be imputed to the true cause-my own inability to support a subject, under which the greatest mental powers must inevitably sink. My talents were neither equal to my own ambition, nor his zeal to serve me."-E.]

in the prospectus, about the distinguishing feature of the journal, viz. Its having the writer's name affixed to the articles. This plan has succeeded pretty well both in France and Germany, but has failed utterly as often as it has been tried in this country. It is needless, however, to go into any speculation on the principle here, for the London Review, whether sent into the world, with or without names, must soon have died of the original disease dulness. -E.

Soft as the gentler breathing of the lute,
'Of man's first disobedience and the fruit,"
He speaks, but, as his subject swells along,
Earth, heaven, and Hades echo with the song. (1)
Still to the midst of things he hastens on,
As if we witness'd all already done;
Leaves on his path whatever seems too mean
To raise the subject, or adorn the scene;
Gives, as each page improves upon the sight,[light;
Not smoke from brightness, but from darkness-
And truth and fiction with such art compounds,
We know not where to fix their several bounds.
If you would please the public, deign to hear
What soothes the many-headed monster's ear;
If your heart triumph when the hands of all
Applaud in thunder at the curtain's fall,
Deserve those plaudits-study nature's page,
And sketch the striking traits of every age;
While varying man and varying years unfold
Life's little tale, so oft, so vainly told.
Observe his simple childhood's dawning days,
His pranks, his prate, his playmates, and his plays;
Till time at length the mannish tyro weans,
And prurient vice outstrips his tardy teens!

Behold him Freshman! forced no more to groan
O'er Virgil's (2) devilish verses and-his own;
Prayers are too tedious, lectures too abstruse,
He flies from Tavell's frown to "Fordham's Mews;"
(Unlucky Tavell! (3) doom'd to daily cares
By pugilistic pupils, and by bears :) (4)
Fines, tutors, tasks, conventions threat in vain,
Before hounds, hunters, and Newmarket plain.

Quanto rectius hic, qui nil molitur inepte!

"Dic mihi, Musa, virum, captæ post tempóra Troja,
Qui mores bominum multorum vidit, et urbes."
Non fumum ex fulgore, sed ex fumo dare lucem
Cogitat, ut speciosa dehinc miracula promat,
Antiphaten, Scyllamque, et cum Cyclope Charybdin
Nec reditum Diomedis ab interitu Meleagri,
Nec gemino bellum Trojanum orditur ab ovo.
Semper ad eventum festinat, et in medias res
Non secus ac notas, anditorem rapit; et quæ
Desperat tractata nitescere posse, relinquit:
Atque ita mentitur, sic veris falsa remiscet,
Primo ne medium, medio ne discrepet imum.
Tu quid ego, et populus mecum desideret, audi
Si plausoris eges aulæa manentis, et usque
Sessuri, donec cantor, "Vos plaudite," dicat;
Etatis cujusque notandi sunt tibi mores,
Mobilibusque decor naturis dandus et annis.
Reddere qui voces jam scit puer, et pede certo
Signat humum; gestit paribus colludere, et iram

(1) "There is more of poetry in these verses upon Milton than in any other passage throughout the paraphrase." Moore.-E. (2) Harvey, the circulator of the circulation of the blood, used to fling away Virgil in his ecstasy of admiration, and say, "the book bad a devil." Now, such a character as I am copying would probably fling it away also, but rather wish that the devil had the book; not from dislike to the poet, but a well-founded horror of exameters. Indeed, the public school penance of "Long and Short" is enough to beget an antipathy to poetry for the residue of Iman's life, and, perhaps, so far may be an advantage.

Rough with his elders, with his equals rash,
Civil to sharpers, prodigal of cash;
Constant to nought-save hazard and a whore,
Yet cursing both,-for both have made him sore;
Unread (unless, since books beguile disease,
The p-x becomes his passage to degrees);
Fool'd, pillaged, dunn'd, he wastes his term away,
And, unexpell'd, perhaps retires M. A.;
Master of arts! as hells and clubs (5) proclaim,
Where scarce a blackleg bears a brighter name!

Launch'd into life, extinct his early fire,
He apes the selfish prudence of his sire;
Marries for money, chooses friends for rank,
Buys land, and shrewdly trusts not to the Bank;
Sits in the Senate; gets a son and heir;
Sends him to Harrow, for himself was there.
Mute though he votes, unless when called to cheer,
His son's so sharp-he 'll see the dog a peer!

Manhood declines-age palsies every limb;
He quits the scene-or else the scene quits him;
Scrapes wealth, o'er each departing penny grieves,
And avarice seizes all ambition leaves;

Counts cent. per cent., and smiles, or vainly frels,
O'er hoards diminish'd by young Hopeful's debts;
Weighs well and wisely what to sell or buy,
Complete in all life's lessons-but to die;
Peevish and spiteful, doting, hard to please,
Commending every time, save times like these;
Crazed, querulous, forsaken, half forgot,
Expires unwept-is buried-let him rot!

But from the Drama let me not digress,
Nor spare my precepts, though they please you less,"

Colligit ac ponit temere, et mutatur in horas.
Imberbis juvenis, tandem custode remoto,
Gaudet equis canibusque, et aprici gramine campi;
Cereus in vitium flecti, monitoribus asper
Utilium tardus provisor, prodigus æris,
Sublimis, cupidusque, et amata relinquere pernix.
Conversis studiis, ætas animusque virilis
Quærit opes et amicitias inservit honori;
Commisisse cavet quod mox mutare laboret.

Multa senem circumveniunt incommoda; vel quod
Quærit, et inventis miser abstinet, ac timet uti;
Vel quod res omnes timide gelideque ministrat,
Dilator, spe longus, iners, avidusque futuri;
Difficilis, querulus, laudator temporis acti
Se puero, censor castigatorque minorum.
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum,
Multa recedentes adimunt. Ne forte seniles
Mandentur juveni partes, pueroque viriles,
Semper in adjunctis ævoque mirabimur aptis.
Aut agitur res in scenis, aut acta refertur.

(3) "Infandum. regina, Jubes renovare dolorem." I dare say Mr. Tavell (to whom I mean no affront) will understand me; and is no matter whether any one else does or no.-To the above! events, "Quæque ipse miserrima vidi, et quorum pars magna fui," all times and terms bear testimony.

(4) The Rev. G. F. Tavell was a fellow and tutor of Trinity College, Cambridge, during Lord Byron's residence, and owed this notice to the zeal with which he had protested against some juvenile vagaries, sufficiently explained in Mr. Moore's Life. — E. (5) "Hell," a gaming house so called, where you risk little, and

-

Though woman weep, and hardest hearts are stirr'd,
When what is done is rather seen than heard,
Yet many deeds preserved in history's page
Are better told than acted on the stage;
The ear sustains what shocks the timid eye,
And horror thus subsides to sympathy.
True Briton all beside, I here am French-
Bloodshed 't is surely better to retrench;
The gladiatorial gore we teach to flow
In tragic scene disgusts, though but in show;
We hate the carnage while we see the trick,
And find small sympathy in being sick.
Not on the stage the regicide Macbeth
Appals an audience with a monarch's death;
To gaze when sable Hubert threats to sear
Young Arthur's eyes, can ours or nature bear?
A halter'd heroine (1) Johnson sought to slay-
We saved Irene, but half damn'd the play,
And (Heaven be praised!) our tolerating times
Stint metamorphoses to pantomimes;

And Lewis' self, with all his sprites, would quake
To change Earl Osmond's negro to a snake!
Because, in scenes exciting joy or grief,
We loathe the action which exceeds belief:
And yet, God knows! what may not authors do,
Whose postscripts prate of dyeing "heroines
blue ?" (2)

Above all things, Dan Poet, if you can,
Eke out your acts, I pray, with mortal man;

Segnius irritant animos demissa per aurem Quam quæ sunt oculis subjecta fidelibus, et qua Ipse sibi tradit spectator. Non tamen intus Digna geri promes in scenam; multaque tolles Ex oculis, quæ mox narret facundia præsens. Nec pueros coram populo Medea trucidet;

Aut humana palam coquat exta nefarius Atreus;

are cheated a good deal. "Club," a pleasant purgatory, where you lose more, and are not supposed to be cheated at all.

(1) "Irene had to speak two lines with the bowstring round her neck; but the audience cried out 'Murder!' and she was obliged to go off the stage alive." Boswell's Johnson.-These two lines were afterwards struck out, and Irene was carried off, to be put to death behind the scenes. "This shows," says Mr. Malone, "how ready modern audiences are to condemn, in a new play, what they have frequently endured very quietly in an old one. Rowe has made Moneses, in Tamerlane, die by the bowstring without offence." Davies assures us, in his Life of Garrick, that the strangling Irene, contrary to Horace's rule coram populo, was suggested by Garrick. See Croker's Boswell.-E.

(2) In the postscript to the Castle Spectre, Mr. Lewis tells us, that though blacks were unknown in England at the period of his action, yet he has made the anachronism to set off the scene: and if he could have produced the effect "by making his heroine blue,"-I quote him-"blue he would have made her!"

(3) In 1706, Dennis, the critic, wrote an Essay on the Operas after the Italian manner, which are about to be established on the English Stage; in which he endeavours to show, that it is a diversion of more pernicious consequence than the most licentious play that ever appeared upon the stage.-E.

(4) "The first theatrical representations, entitled 'Mysteries and Moralities,' were generally enacted at Christmas, by monks (as the only persons who could read), and latterly by the clergy and students of the universities. The dramatis personæ were

Nor call a ghost, unless some cursed scrape
Must open ten trap-doors for your escape.
Of all the monstrous things I'd fain forbid,
I loathe an opera worse than Dennis did; (3)
Where good and evil persons, right or wrong,
Rage, love, and aught but moralise, in song.
Hail, last memorial of our foreign friends
Which Gaul allows, and still Hesperia lends!
Napoleon's edicts no embargo lay

On whores, spies, singers wisely shipp'd away.
Our giant capital, whose squares are spread
Where rustics earn'd, and now may beg, their bread,
In all iniquity is grown so nice,

It scorns amusements which are not of price.
Hence the pert shopkeeper, whose throbbing ear
Aches with orchestras which he pays to hear,
Whom shame, not sympathy, forbids to snore,
His anguish doubling by his own encore;"
Squeezed in "Fop's Alley," jostled by the beaux,
Teased with his hat, and trembling for his toes;
Scarce wrestles through the night, nor tastes of

ease

Till the dropp'd curtain gives a glad release: Why this, and more, he suffers-can ye guess ?— Because it costs him dear, and makes him dress!

So prosper eunuchs from Etruscan schools; Give us but fiddlers, and they 'ere sure of fools! Erescenes were play'd by many a reverend clerk (4) (What harm, if David danced before the ark ?) (5)

Aut in avem Progne vertatur, Cadmus in anguem.
Quodcunque ostendis mihi sic, incredulus odi.
Neve minor, neu sit quinto productior actu
Fabula, quæ posci vult, et spectata reponi.
Nec Deus intersit, nisi dignus vindice nodus
Inciderit:

usually Adam, Pater Cœlestis, Faith, Vice," etc. etc.-See Warton's History of English Poetry. [These, to modern eyes, wi d, uncouth, and generally profane performances, were thought to contribute so much to the information and instruction of the people, that one of the popes granted a pardon of one thousand days to every person who resorted peaceably to the plays acted in the Whitsun-week at Chester, beginning with the Creation, and ending with the General Judgment. These were performed at the expense of the different trading companies of that city. The creation was performed by the Drapers; the Deluge by the dyers; Abraham, Melchisedec, and Lot by the barbers, the Purification by the blacksmiths; the Last Supper by the bakers; the Resurrection by the skinners; and the 48cension by the tailors. In Mr. Payne Collier's recent work on English Bramatic Poetry, the reader will find an abstract of the several collections of these mystery-plays, which is not only interesting for the light it throws on the early days of our drama, but instructive and valuable for the curious information it preserves with respect to the strangely debased notions of Scripture history that prevailed, almost universally, before translations of the Bible were in common use. See also the Quarterly Review, vol. xlvi. p. 477.-E.]

(5) Here follows in the original MS.

"Who did what Vestris-yet, at least,-cannot, And cut his kingly capers sans culotte."— E.

In Christmas revels, simple country folks [jokes.
Were pleased with morrice-mummery and coarse
Improving years, with things no longer known,
Produced blithe Punch and merry Madame Joan,
Who still frisk on with feast so lewdly low,
'T is strange Benvolio (1) suffers such a show; (2)
Suppressing peer! to whom each vice gives place,
Oaths, boxing, begging,-all, save rout and race.
Farce follow'd Comedy, and reach'd her prime
In ever-laughing Foote's fantastic time:
Mad wag! who pardon'd none, nor spared the best,
And turn'd some very serious things to jest.
Nor church nor state escaped his public sneers,
Arms nor the gown, priests, lawyers, volunteers:
"Alas, poor Yorick!" now for ever mute!
Whoever loves a laugh must sigh for Foote.

We smile, perforce, when histrionic scenes
Ape the swoln dialogue of kings and queens,

(1) Benvolio does not bet; but every man who maintains racehorses is a promoter of all the concomitant evils of the turf. Avoiding to bet is a little pharisaical. Is it an exculpation? I think not. I never yet heard a bawd praised for chastity because she herself did not commit fornication.

(2) For Benvolio we have, in the original MS., "Earl Grosvenor;" and for the next couplet :

"Suppressing peer! to whom each vice gives place,
Save gambling-for his Lordship loves a race.'

But we cannot trace the exact propriety of the allusions. Lord Grosvenor, now Marquis of Westminster, no doubt distinguished himself by some attack on the Sunday newspapers, or the like, at the same time that he was known to keep a stud at Newmarket but why a long note on a subject certainly insignificant and perhaps mistaken?-E.

(3) la dedicating the fourth canto of Childe Harold to his fellow-traveller, Lord Byron describes him as " one to whom he was indebted for the social advantages of enlightened friendship; one whom he had long known, and accompanied far, whom he had found wakeful over his sickness and kind in his sorrow, glad in his prosperity and firm in his adversity, true in counsel and trasty in peril:"-while Mr. Hobhouse, in describing a short tour to Negropont, in which his noble friend was unable to accompany him, regrets the absence of a companion, "who, to quickness of observation and ingenuity of remark, united that gay good humour which keeps alive the attention under the pressure of fatigue, and softens the aspect of every difficulty and danger."

-E.

(4) Under Plato's pillow a volume of the Mimes of Sophron was found the day he died.-Vide Barthélémi, De Pauw, or Diogenes Laërtius, if agreeable. De Pauw calls it a jest-book. Cumberland, in his Observer, terms it moral, like the sayings of Publius Syrus.

(5) The following is a brief sketch of the origin of the Playhouse Bil:-In 1735, Sir John Barnard brought in a bill "to restrain the number of houses for playing of interludes, and for the better regulating of common players." The minister, Sir Robert Walpole, conceiving this to be a favourable opportunity of checking the abuse of theatrical representation, proposed to insert a clause to ratify and confirm, if not enlarge, the power of the Lord Chamberlain in licensing plays; and at the same time insinuated, that unless this addition was made the King would not pass it. But Sir John Barnard strongly objected to this clause; contending that the power of that officer was already too great, and had been often wantonly exercised. He therefore withdrew his bill, rather than establish by law a power in a single officer so much under the direction of the crown. In the course, however, of the session of 1737, an opportunity offered, which Sir Ro

When "Chrononhotonthologos must die," And Arthur struts in mimic majesty.

Moschus! with whom once more I hope to sit And smile at folly, if we can't at wit; Yes, friend! for thee I'll quit my cynic cell, And hear Swift's motto, "Vive la bagatelle!" Which charm'd our days in each Ægean clime, As oft at home, with revelry and rhyme. (3) Then may Euphrosyne, who sped the past, Soothe thy life's scenes, nor leave thee in the last; But find in thine, like pagan Plato's bed, (4) Some merry manuscript of mimes, when dead.

Now to the Drama let us bend our eyes, Where fetter'd by whig Walpole low she lies; (5) Corruption foil'd her, for she fear'd her glance; Decorum left her for an opera dance!

Yet Chesterfield, (6) whose polish'd pen inveighs 'Gainst laughter fought for freedom to our plays;

bert did not fail to seize. The manager of Goodman's Fields Theatre baving brought to him a farce called The Golden Rump, which had been proffered for exhibition, the minister paid the profits which might have accrued from the performance, and detained the copy. He then made extracts of the most exceptionable passages, abounding in profaneness, sedition, and blasphemy, read them to the House, and obtained leave to bring in a bill to limit the number of playhouses; to subject all dramatic writings to the inspection of the Lord Chamberlain; and to compel the proprietors to take out a license for every production before it could appear on the stage.—E.

(6) His speech on the Licensing Act is one of his most eloquent efforts.-[Though the Playhouse Bill is generally said to have been warmly opposed in both Houses, this speech of the Earl of Chesterfield is the only trace of that opposition to be found in the periodical publications of the times. The following passage, which relates to the powers of the Lord Chamberlain, will show the style of the oration:-"The bill is not only an encroachment upon liberty, but it is likewise an encroachment on property. Wit, my Lords, is a sort of property: it is the property of those who have it, and too often the only property they have to depend on. Thank God! my Lords, we have a dependence of another kind: we have a much less precarious support, and therefore cannot feel the inconveniences of the bill now before us: but it is our duty to encourage and protect wit, whosesoever's property it may be. Those gentlemen who have any such property are all, I hope, our friends : do not let us subject them to any unnecessary or arbitrary restraint. I must own, I cannot easily agree to the laying of any tax upon wit; but by this bill it is to be heavily taxed, it is to be excised: for, if this bill passes, it cannot be retailed in a proper way without a permit; and the Lord Chamberlain is to have the honour of being chief guager, supervisor, commissioner, judge and jury. But, what is still more hard, though the poor author,-the proprietor, I should say, — cannot, perhaps, dine till he has found out and agreed with a purchaser, yet, before he can propose to seek for a purchaser, he must patiently submit to have his goods rummaged at this new excise-office; where they may be detained for fourteen days, and even then he may find them returned as prohibited goods, by which his chief and best market will be for ever shut against him, without the least shadow of reason, either from the laws of his country or the laws of the stage. These hardships, this hazard, which every gentleman will be exposed to who writes any thing for the stage, must certainly prevent every man of a generous and free spirit from attempting any thing in that way; and as the stage has always been the proper channel for wit and humour, therefore, my Lords, when I speak against this bill, I must think I plead the cause of wit, I plead the cause of humour, I plead the cause of the British stage, and of

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