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lebrated Romance, entitled ". The understanding and talents to justify Castle of Otranto," was revived at Dru- his pretensions to some degree of rank ry-lane Theatre, for the purpose of in the profesion of the stage; and we introducing a new Performer to the therefore with him to have full opporPublick, in the character of Adelaide. tunity of trying whether the abilities This young Lady, we are informed, is that he postesses are such as are calcuthe daughter of Mr. Wm. WOODFALL, lated,by practice, to ripen toexcellence. whose naine is well known to the His conception of the part was in Publick. She is evidently very young. general correct; and in many inftances Her person is finall, but well formed; bis expression corresponded with the her deportment unaffected and appro. correctness of his judgment. Like priate; her voice pleafing, but not molt young performers, there is not un. powerful; her face regular, and ca- frequently a great want of modulation pable of expreflion. She seemed to in his tones. In point of feeling, how. enter into the feelings of the part that ever, he is by no means deficient; and the afTumed, and performed it through when he becomes accustomed to the out with good sense and due emotion. stage, there is every probability of liis Upon the whole, we have not often seen proving a useful acquisition to it. He a more successful first appearance. was extremely well received; and his

17. The Tragedy of Richard the last scene in particular was honoured Third was performed at Drury lane with reiterated bursts of applause. Theatre ; when a MR. FEARON, son to the Actor of that name, who some

PROLOGUE. years since belonged to Covent Gar. den, represented the Tyrant of the Is this thrice happy Ine, where Nature Piece.

pours,

[ftores ; We understand that Mr. Fearon With rich profufion, her enchaoting holds a situation of trust and emolu. To bid the Muses trill th' hacmonious ment in the East India Company's

Arains, service.

And add new beauties to your blooming His conception of the part was plains ; tolerably correct, and his action To plant, at length, the laurel and the throughout was marked with energy bays,

(praise. and judgment. His voice is harmo. Yours is the glory, yours th' eternal nious, and his action easy and unem. Ye, like your fires, with patriot virbarrassed; he is of middle stature, tues crown'd, rather corpulent, and his features For pure unshaken loyalty renown'd; pretty full. Though defective in some . Sires who, when factions thook Britan. instances, the tout ensemble of his per.

nia's throne, formance was certainly respectable, and In days of yore *, and made the nation well entitled to the applause that was groan ; liberally conferred.

Still, fill, untainted by Sedition's blast, On the same evening Covent Gar To save an exild Monarch stood the last, den Theatre also furnished a novelty; And gave him shelter in an humble shed, the Tragedy of Othello having intro. From storms, that menac'd his devoted duced to the Publick, for the first

head. time, a young Gentleman (whole Ye that, in later times, repelled the foe, name is laid to be Carles), in the And lav'd Cæfarea from th' impending character which gives title to the

blow, piece. The part of Othello is perhaps By an undaunted Chief to vi&t'ry led, ope of the most difficult of perform. With Pierson conquer'd, and with Pierance in the whole range of the

lon bled : British Drama ; and with the impref- Not fam'd alone for glorious war's fion of Kemble and Pope upon our . alarms, mind's, an inexperienced performer You talte of genuine wit the pow'rful appearing as the representative of the charms. Moor, naturally labours under very Greet the sweet mimic Muse with considerable diladvantage. This Gen

gen'rous hearts : tieman sufficiently evinced that he has Brave men are ever patrons of the arts.

• Tempora mulantur, et nos mutamur in illis,

care :

If at our moving scenes your tears have Be blest with all that makes exifterce flow'd ;

dear,

(lair ! If in your breasts a kindred pity glowd; With sons heroic, and with daughters If from your lips the festive laugh has * For me, on whom to smile you kindly broke, [joke ; deign,

[vain ! Pleas'd with the merry tale and poignant To speak my atitude, the task how i Then are we bleft-to please our only Me, whom you'favour thus-what time,

[pair.
what place,

[efface.
And that performd, we banish iad de- shall e'er your bounty from my foul
For this receive our wishes-favour'd 'Tis easy grateful sentiments to feel ;
Ide!

[smile! And thall I not those sentiments conceal. On thee may Peace's blessing friendly The throbbing heart forbids the tongue Still golden Commerce all its treasures to speak pour,

Feelings, for which all eloquence is weak; And waft the yellow metal to thy fhore; However faint my accents may appear, Breathe o'er thy vallies her propitious Think not my heart less fervent and fin. gales ; (fails !

{breaft, And fill thy harbours with unnumber'd More would I say—but ah! toe tull this O may't thou, each successive year, be. Then let expressive filence speak the rest. hold (gold;

D. E. P. A copious harvest dress thy fields in

cere.

LAUREAT.

more

war

fiendlike eyes,

POETRY.
ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1803. Her ready sword, her lifted shield,

Provoke not the ensanguin'd field,
BY HENRY JAMES PYE, ESQ. POET

More than the wary pilot's cautions

urge

The wind's tempestuous strife, or swell THOUGH the tempefluous winds no

the foaming surge. The main with angry pinions sweep; Though raging 'gainit the founding

O! from our Nores be exiled far more,

Ambition's wild and reftless crew, No longer how) th' impetuous feas ;

Who through the bleeding paths of But sooth'd to rell, the billows Deep, Save where soft Zephyr's tepid breeze

False Glory's dæmon-form pursue. Fans with its filken wing the rippling

Whose burning thirft, Itill unfubdu'd deep;

By deluges of guiltless blood, Yet ftill with unremitting eye

Glares on the regions round with The pilot marks the uncertain sky, The seaman watches ftill the gale.

While scarce a vanquish'd world its

with supplies ; Prompt or to spread or furl the fail, Mindful of many a danger part,

Yet ne'er may Sloth's inglorious

charm Toft by the tuibid wave, check'd by the adverfe blast.

Unnerve the manly Briton's arm,

Nor Sophiftry's insidious art
Not keen Suspicion's jealous glance, E'er lull the manly Briton's heart.

Not fierce contention's feverilh rage, May Peace, with Plenty by her side, Shall bid Britannia point the lance Long, long o'er Albion's fields preside! New realms to grasp, new was to Long may her breath, with placid gale, wage.

of Commerce swell the happy fail! In conscious rectitude elate,

But rous'd in Justice' sacred caule, In conscious power securely great, Insulted rights or violated laws, While the beholds the dangerous tide Still may her sons with fierce delight Of battle's crimson wave Tublide, Flame in the gleamy van of fight, Though firm the stands in act to dare Spread o'er the tented plain, or brave The forms of renovated war,

With warlike prow the hostile wave ; • These lal lines will, perhaps, frike the reader to resemble fome in Eloisa to Abelard.

Aad

A POEM.

clin'd,

And on ench firm ingenuous breast For you, in May, I'll baskets heap with Be this eternal truth imprefs'd,

limes Peace only sheds perennial joys on And Whampee-berries-fruit of China's those

climes ! Who guard with dauntless arm the bler For you the roses bloom round my alcove, Gngs Peace betons,

And myrtles (mild on by the Queen of
Love !

[ling congue THE WALK.

Hous'd in the wat'ry months, with wilm
For you I'll pour my ealy foul in tong :

Of fineft texture thawls for you l've WRITTEN AT CALCUTTA, 1798.

bought, PLEASANT the Walk' in evening's In Callimere's delightful vallies wrought; cooler hours,

[bowers, May the soft robes your riling breasts era From Howrah's (cented lawn to Sulkea's

fold,

[cold. Just as the fun, in milder glory dress'd,

Now bleak December chills with piercing Appears descending gently in ihe We. Yet more,---and last of gifts,myself I'll Enjoy, ye youthtul, beautiful, and gay,

give! Thele (weeteit moments of the Indian day, While e'er I life respire with you to live. Let prior hours to rett be sacred made, Happy, thrice happy! would I be reAnd study books in your domestic fhade : paid,

[bed !" Ar morning be your ev'ry business done, To hand you, smiling, to the bridal Nor go beneath an hot meridian fun,

When future time this mildest maid rem Elie thail you fever know, and pale dir

moves,

[groves, ease,

To scenes far distant from these tragrant Too sure attendant on his sultry rays :

Seat of her youth ! fay, Will you make When from the cares of your concerns

the moan?

[3.ne? you come,

Will widow'd Howrah mourn Bliza Enjoy the pleasing happiness of home. Go, ye to cares of commerce molt inte To fill the evening hours with pure de

[mind; light,

[tight; Go, in these peaceful hours divert tre I've often stopp'd to take the landicape Go, try the bliss 'the Walk' in ev'ning With eager eyes admir'd the lofty woods, yields, Where men innoxious bow to Pagan The air Etesian, and the flow'ry fields

; (pride, Nor too much ponder o'er your worldly Or seen where Commerce rais'd in lately

wealth, Calcutta, tow'ring on the river lide; But in this tev'rish regior-study health. 0:, with agreeable ideas fir'd,

Come, rofy Health ! O chief of blesings, Told to the Echoes what the Muse in

(home, fpir'd ;

And make the lawns about my hut your Toid, with a glow of soul, Eliza's praile, Bid me respire a leis aithmatic breath, While Howrah's almond trees return'd Until I flumber in the arms of Death. the lays ;

May Peace for ever reit upon your Saw the loft virgin tread the shaven green plains, With the light nimble feet of blythe oito Bengal! and fertilize your rich domains, teen,

(race, Your ev'ry nouding grove and verdant And rev'rend Houghly stop his wat’ry glebe, A Imiring itop, to gaze upon her face ! Pronounc'd á Paradise * by Aurungzebe. Whene'er such objects catch th' enrap- O Asia's garden, with what pride I view tur'd light,

Far-iani'd Damascus leis renown'd than I feel a mental and supreme delight.

you !

[tow'r! Was I her suitor, in foft voice I'd cry You with Britannia's glorious banners (My looks affc&tion-language in my She links to Turkey's tyrannizing pow's! eye),

[to deck Peace to your regions-to your people « Five rows of pearl, my love, I'll give

peace !

[tace ! The portly beauty of your fine-turnd While laughing Nature beautifies your neck :

[with care, Wide waiting War your funny children White doves of Lucknow have I fed

fear, They'll with their tender cooings charm The thund'ring cannon and the hoftile your ear!

Spear.
• Junnutulbulat, or the Paradise of Regions,

But VOL. XLIII. JAN. 1803.

I

G.ds;

come,

you!

TO

WEEP,

But England's arms will ever keep from ON THE FIRST SIGHT OF HIS hence

NATIVE COUNTRY AFTER A The daring soldiers of aspiring France. LONG VOYAGE. Still may this gaudy' land a Ruler find,

Now Britannia's cliffs aspiring, of liberal manners and enlighten'd mind ; Opening on the diftant view ; May he historic Chiefs out vie in good,

Anxious hope, each bolom firing, And be bis merit greater than his blood;

Swells with joy our eager crew. May be, tha' glory's flame his bosomn Long to genial home been strangers, warms,

Ocean's varied perils o'er,
The arts of peace prefer to arts of arms ; Haply 'scaped its ce-adly dangers,
May our pofterity such worthies view,

Pleas'd they gitu

th' approaching And such, O Mornington ! we see in

Thore.
Some connubial bliss posfelling,

Fond revolves within his mind,
STANZAS

Wife and children fond caressing,

Friendlip firm and fortune kind; POPE'S WEFPING WILLOW AT Or love-lorn fwain with ardour burning, TWICKENHAM.

Hope inlpires to meet his fair,

Patient wait bis tond returning,
WRITTEN IN 1792.

In her arms to end his care.
; verdant Willow ! ever weep, Thoughts distracting now possess him ;
And ipread thy pendent branches

Jealous pangs his foul alarms; round :--

Secret doubts with fears oppress him, Oh, may no gaudy flow'ret creep

Lelt The's blest some rival's arms. Along the consecrated ground ! Some in Pleasure's giddy current Thou art the Muses' fav'rite tree ;

Hope te drown the lubber Care, They lov'd the Bard who planted thee. Nor weens her mazes, like a torrent,

Sweeps the path to dire Despair. The wintry blast assails in vain ;

Hope, the charmer, fond, delusive, The forked lightning passes by

Care-corroding thought destroys, To Itretch the oak upon the plain,

Till pale Fear, with locks intrusive, Whose tow'ring branches brav'd the

Checks each bliss, and damps our joys. sky :The Mufes guard their fav'rite tree;

Happiness our search employing, They lov'd the Bard who planted thee.

Yet how few her grasp attain,

Still in prospect, re'er enjoying, And oft, 'tis faid, at ev'ning hour,

Close pursuing, fill in vain. To Fancy's eye bright forms appear Lik the rainbow's feeting balis To glide beneath the leafy bow'r,

To the school-boy's tollowing eyes, While music itals on Fancy's ear : Still retreating as he chases, The Muses baunt their fav’rite tree; As he grálps it lading flies. They lov'd the Baid who planted thee. 1802.

B. N. But all the Mules' tender care

TO COLIN.
Cannot prolong the final date ;
Rude Time will trip thy branches bare; OHMay, my Colin, deareft iftay:
feel

Nor leave me lonely here to fray, tate :

To figh for thee when far away, E'en thou, the Mules' fav'rite tree,

Dejected and heart-broken ; Muit lallike him who planted thee Since youth our hearts together grew,

How canst thou then pronounce adieu ! Bit stiil the Muse will lover near

Tho' thou prove faile I will be true, Aid, planted there hy hands uničen, Another wiliow will appear,

To thee my love's unshaken. Oi perlive form, upon the green, How canft thoni, Colin, leave behind To grace the fpoi, when thuli, no more, A maid whole heart to thine is join'd ? Shalt over-arch the hailuw'd shore. O! let not sorrows wound her mind,

G. Northy own vows be flighted ; * The ereat here foretold has since happened, and the tree is no more.

Full

no divine per

liet;

Full oft, by all the powers above Beneath yon yew-tree's Tombrous thade, Thou'lt worn thou'd ever constant prove ;

Bereft of ev'ry youthful grace, Then, Colin, Itay, reward her love Louisa Peeps in Death's cold arms,

Whole heart to thee is plighted. While Death's white lilies clothe her London, 1802.

B. N.

face.
Pale are those cheeks where once fat

Health,
STANZAS

And shed her loveliest rosy bloom ;

Thole coral lips too chang'd--and tied 1 TO THE MEMORY OF LOUISA.

Her virgin breath's

fume." BY THOMAS ENORT SMITH, OF HAM. MERSMITH *.

And mute that tongue which once was

heard + Y weeping Virtues, tender Loves,

Sweet as a cherub's soft-ton'd lyre ; Whole forrows know no kind re And clos'd those beauteous orbs so blue,

Which could the tenderest love inspire. Ye drooping Graces, ye wlio wear The cyprels crown of cheerlels grief ;

Each active sense and sprightly wit,

Which gives to converle ev'ry charm, For me some willow'd wreath prepare,

Was her's ; and in her botom dwelt And lead me to your haunted Itream ;

The purelt ties of Friendhip warm.. Untring'd with flowers, there let me lit,

Then mourn with me, O Nymphs ! this And join, O Nymphs ! my mournful

Joss ; theme,

Louisa's fate ye must bemoan ;

Pluck'd in an evil hour by Death, For ah ! too deep Amiation's dart

She's gone, the Flower of Beauty's Has pierced the generous fount of woe, flown. To bid its fource of griet depart, Or Mem'ry's troubles cease to flow. With me come sange each fylvan scene,

Where Spring her faireft garland Then hence, ye gay, deluding dreams,

wreathes ; That win the feeling's soul away; And o'er Louila's urn let's strew One fear that heav'n-born Pity sheds, Each choicest flower that wildelt Know, far outhines joy's meteor say.

breathes. 'Tis fair Louisa's loss I weep

While with each heart-sprung tear that For her I plaintive thus bemoan,

calls Pluck'd in an evil hour by Death,

Kind Pity from her beamy throne, She's gone, the Flower of Beauty's We'll dress the green turf o'er her grave, flown.

And make her thousand virtues known,

* This little trifle was written while I was at school between four and five years back.-T. E. SMITH.

+ The images in the first lanza are taken from one of the Miscellanies of the amiable and ingenious Poet Elijah Fenton, whose works, as well as those of his contemporary friend Dr. Broome, are feldom quoted, and not fufficiently regarded ; the verlification of both thele Authors being equal to the molt harmonious effufions of their brother living bard Pope. There is one writer, Pomfret, through whose works there runs such a heavinels and tedious dulness, that I think he might with propriety be omitted in every future edition of the English Poets, it being an honolir 100 much above his merit to place him upon the same rank which our more etteemed and higher geniuses, such as Shakespeare, Milton, Dryden, Butler, Addison, Shenttone, Akenlide, and many others, hold; while the far more poetical, though earlier, writings of Gower, Fairtax, Lydgate, Denham, Dr. Donne, and Drayton, are oniitted in several editions, Bell's and Cooke's for instance; and in both of which, inttead, the unamuling and uninįpiring lines of Pomfret are unworthily prelerved.--T. E. SMITH,

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