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'Teill last au whistlin cam to t' church-yeard stea-
Au thear, for sartan, thout that au sud dee.
Au just hed gat one fooit at top-at-stee, (m)
An summot aull e'whoite eit poarch did see;
(Tha knaws eits varry deark, but t'muin shane breet,
An aull t' church-yeard abait wor loike deay-leet)
Wi' ees, (2) au thout thea loike pot-leids deid luik,
(Seitch az aer miestrifs hiz, eit Chimley (0) nuik. (1)
An then eit stur'd, an luik'd soa freetful beig,
Au ren aweay, ez fest ez legs could leig ; (9)

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Au nivver stopp'd, teill a'ud quoite loast moi breaath,
Boot seur enough, wor hommass (r) sceard to deaath
"Oah deary me, what sall au due,” au sed,
"Au weish au wor at hoam, and seaf e' bed.

Eif au goas daen thet laen, an over't moor
"Eits ten toimes warse, au thear wor freet affoor,
Au whoi theis Ghoaast sud meet me aull e'whoite,
"Au cannot theink, au nivver deid noa spoite,
"Eit winnut hurt ma seur, an au can't boide
*To stea eit coud aull neet, boi theis roaad soide."
Soa beck au went, au cam to't stee agean,

Au luik'd an saw eit stan eit poaarch quoite plean,
Au stood a beit, but daen at lest au sat,
An sed moi prey'rs, an ovver saufly gat.

Au slawly waalk'd, moi knees thea trembulld soa,
That au cud heardly, authur stend or goa,

Moi chaps thea chatthurd (s) an loike peys (†) the sweaat
Ren daen moi feace, au wor ein seitch a heat,
Moi varry hear loike stubbull stood upreight,
For eit cam ait, an waalk'd up to ma streight;

Nai what du'st ha theink eit wor, au knau thea'lt stear
Whoi' twor nout (u) boot Pauson's awd greay meaar;
Au wor soa pleaas'd, au set up seitch a shait
"'Sthet thee awd Doll, a'am gleed au fun thee ait,"
Nae sein au am'mut (x) fear'd goa wheer au weill,
Au've dun moi teall an here's the meill.

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TO A YOUNG WOMAN,

Who left her home at Bury in consequence of some Disappointment.

ADDRESSED TO HER IN LONDON,

By GEORGE BLOOMFIELD,

Brother to the Author of the "Farmer's Boy."

Say, dear Eliza, say, why leave your home,
'Midst proud Augusta's smoke and dust to roam,
While youth, while innocence and health invite,
And give a zest to every pure delight

That springs from rural shades and sunny fields,
And all the glorious scenes that summer yields?
Say, could a sordid youth's invidious art
With disappointed love thus wound your heart;
Or, under sacred friendship's holy name,
Strive in your breast to kindle love's pure flame?
And when your tell-tale eyes the truth have told,
He flies from faithful love to catch at gold.
Say, could your sister's fondness fruitless prove,
And e'en your parents' most assiduous love,
The balm of consolation to impart,
Or soothe the anguish of your wounded heart?
But time and absence, powerfully combin'd,
May cure the wounds inflicted on your mind.

As late, with happy friends encircled round,
Domestic joys your every wish had crown'd,
In useful labour past the hours away,

And social converse cheer'd each happy day;
And when, at length, the weekly toil was ended,
Content and cheerfulness were sweetly blended
In every happy face that form'd the ring,
When met, their great Creator's praise to sing,
Or, joyous, in anticipation trace

The coming Sabbath's holy rest and peace;
When Mills, whose manly, eloquent discourse
Essays religious duties to enforce ;

*

Or Phillips, who, with philosophic scan,
Displays the wond'rous gifts of God to man ;
Skilful the moral lesson to impart,

T' inform the judgment, or to warm the heart.

Mr. Mills, an eloquent church preacher: Dr. Phillips, a dissenter.

Or, haply, each the fav`rite walk propose,
Where flowery spring with every beauty glows;
To tread, excursive, nature's carpet green,
And find a temple in each sylvan scene,

Up to the grove, gracing the Mount's* proud brow,
Or Fornham's† daisy'd vale that smiles below,
Or Ickworth's far-spread park and lofty dome,
And Hargate's§ pleasant hill, where furze and broom
With yellow blossoms variegate the scene,
And deck with gold the universal green.
If, when the glorious sun begins his race,

Dark vapours rise, and clouds obscure his face,
With anxious looks they watch the windward skies,

And gladly hear the rustling breezes rise,
That drive the vapoury curtain far away,
And give the earnest of a pleasant day.

'Tis so with you, dear maid, in youth's bright morn,
On adverse winds though clouds of cares are borne,
Though inauspicious seems your rising day,
TIME gently sweeps those brooding cares away.
Still, through the changeful scenes of life, you'll find
That virtue is the sunshine of the mind;

And soon some faithful and deserving youth,
With unfeign'd friendship, constancy, and truth,
Whose worth your better judgment shall approve,
Shall rivet with esteem the chains of love;
Hymen shall all his choicest blessings shed,
As through the storms of this short life

ye

tread.

But when the ever-changeful year comes round,
And spring again with daisies decks the ground;
When nature's music flows in lofty strains,
Oh, come, dear girl, and see your native plains;
What heart-felt joy your presence shall inspire,
Make glow the bosom of your worthy sire,
Your mother's tenderness! But ah, what art,
What words can paint the feelings of the heart!
May no obtrusive cares your bliss annoy,
And the poor bard shall have his share of joy.

*The Mount, the seat of

+ Fornham, the seat of

Symonds, Esq. late our Recorder.

Howard, Esq. heir to the D. of Norfolk,

The surprising building now going on, for the Earl of Bristol,

The residence of Dowager Lady Collum.

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SONNET,

On having written Verses under that Title, without conforming ta its essential Requisites-renouncing the Error. Occasioned by the elegant monitory one in the last Number, by C. L.

I.

Let the sublimer Muse, who, wrapt in night,
Rides on the raven pennons of the storm,
Or o'er the field, with purple havock warm,
Lashes her steeds, and sings along the fight;
Let her whom more ferocious strains delight,
Disdain the plaintive Sonnet's little form,
And scorn to its soft cadence to conform
Th' impetuous terror of her hardy flight.
II.

But me, far lowliest of the sylvan train,

Who wake the wood-nymphs from the forest shade,
With wildest
song-me, much behoves thy aid

Of mingled melody, to grace my strain,

And hide-(the ear with thy sweet Music caught)
The native baseness of the Muse's thought.

Nottingham, Jan. 14th.

H. K. WHITE.

MEMORANDA DRAMATICA.

DRURY-LANE.

Nov. 30.-Hamlet.-Mr. Foot is an actor of great promise. His conception of the character was just, and his execution of the most difficult points in it striking and original. Very few young men bave discovered so much thought and true discrimination, accompanied by such ardent sensibility, in their first essay. In deportment and action there is room, of course, for amendment; but there is "that within which passeth shew," which indicates real genius, and from which the highest expectation may be formed of his future eminence on the stage.

DEC. 2.-In consequence of the indisposition of Miss De Camp, Mrs. Mountain took her character in A House to be sold, in which she introduced an Italian air with the most charming effect, and played the part, which is somewhat difficult, with great spirit and success.

8.-Busy Body.-Mrs. Jordan's Miranda is one of her happiest efforts in that line of comedy, which, since the retirement of Miss Farren, it has been her desire to sustain ; it certainly does not satisfy criticism, but her archness, her nature, her tout ensemble is very agreeable, and affords infinite pleasure to the

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audience. Of Mr. Bannister's Marplot it may also be said, that, in point of cons ception, it is far from correct, and in every respect much inferior to Mr. Lewis's but he is bustling, and whimsical, and effective in it in a very high degree ; and it will make no trifling addition to the reputation he has so deservedly obtained.

10.—Every Man in bis Humour.―This comedy, as we have before observed, excellent as it is, is caviare to the multitude; for the allusions are obsolete, and the characters and manners, though admirably sketched and correctly preserved, are not easily to be comprehended by an audience of the present day. Mr. Cooke has lately done wonders for the play, in Kitely, at Covent Garden; and to the frequency of its repetition there, on his account, may be attributed the poverty of its attraction at Drury Lane. Bannister, however, was very well in many parts of Bobadil: in the celebrated Gasconade of " twenty more" he was particularly successful, and his ludicrous expression of shame, terror, and pain, after the chastisement he receives from Downright, was as completely in character as possible. Wroughton's Kitely was respectable, as are all his performances, but it did not boast any thing striking; Cherry in Master Stephen merits commendation; and Mrs. Powell looked very beautifully in Dame Kitely. The other characters were supported with all requisite ability.

15.-Mr. Stephen Kemble appeared in Shylock, for his benefit, and played it with judgment aad spirit. He appeared literally to have “fed fat the ancient grudge he bore" Antonio; but, bating his corpulency, which did not properly suit a personification of that rooted malignity, which has possessed the " Jewish heart" of Shylock, the performance was creditable to his understanding and powers. Mr. Kemble delivered a farewell Address, which, as well as that spoken by Mr. Bannister, on his introduction, was written by himself. It is very ingeniously put together, and every line of it told.

18.-As you like it.—A Mr. Bartley, from the Margate stage, made his appearance in Orlando, and was well received. His performance was guided by good sense and feeling; and though he has no very striking requisites, for the stage, he will probably be found capable of sustaining many secondary charac ters with much respectability. We understand that Mr. B. was recommended to the managers by Mrs. Jordan, who perceived his merit last summer, during her engagement at Margate.

27.-Love and Magic--a new Pantomime which has afforded a vast fund of merriment to the holiday folks. The tricks, changes, and business are mostly taken out of former Harlequinades; but the compilation is so ingenious, the merit of the performers so conspicuous, and the effect of the first and last scene so excessively brilliant, that we are not surprised at its continuing its attraction so long. Mr. Byrne; little Oscar, the Harlequin in miniature; Grimaldi, and Miss Menage exerted themselves greatly, and were as greatly applauded.

JAN. 8.-Count of Narbonne.-Miss Woodfall, daughter of the very respectable literary character of that name, made her first appearance in Adelaide, a part well suited to the age, figure, and talents of the amiable debûtante. Her reception, which was in the highest degree flattering, did not exceed her desert; we have, indeed, seldom witnessed so promising a first ap

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