1 BOOK I. ODE X. TRIBUTARY STANZAS TO GRIMALDI THE CLOWN. Mercuri facunde, nepos Atlantis, &c. FACETIOUS mime! thou enemy of gloom, t Canst brush the cobwebs from the brows of care. Our gall'ry gods encore thy hum'rous song, Thy Newgate thefts impart ecstatic pleasure,; When harlequin, his charmer to regain, Courts her embrace in many a queer disguise, The fabled egg from thee obtains its gold, Even pious souls from Bunyan durance free, "Laugh the heart's laugh," and haunt the jovial pit. Long may'st thou guard the prize thy humour won, Exalt the lowly, and bring down the great. J. WAR AND LOVE. THE trumpet sounds, the hero arms, When, lo! the maid ador'd appears, Sighs follow sighs, and tears chase tears, The laurel that entwin'd his brow, Who'll say, by man then most are slain, For tho' the field so many strew, Yet, ah! the many are but few, No wizard's sword I wish to wield, No, no, if I would conquer France, Give me Maria's killing glance, P. G. THE MEETING. AH! Susan, dear Susan! again I behold thee, As when erst in the days of our childhood we gambol'd, And thought not of love, though we tasted its bliss, While as thro' the green woodlands together we rambled, Each look was a smile, and each word was a kiss. And Susan, dear Susan! art thou still the same then? And didst thou despise all the offers of splendour? Affection, then, let the world treat with derision, Which lives but the night, and with morning will melt. But no fancies like these cast a gloom on our truth, love, I fondest of husbands, thou fairest of wives, For the sun that shone bright on the dawn of our youth, love, Will still shine as bright on the eve of our lives! 3 C-VOL. VII.* P. G. INSCRIPTION For the Tomb of Camoens, in the Church of Sancta Anna de Religiosas Franciscanas, at Lisbon. YE who have wept o'er genius sunk in woe, Within this pile-for in diviner strains Has poet e'er thy secrets, Love, reveal'd, Tho' cold neglect suffus'd his aged eyes- Th' enraptur'd nations now his name extol, JOHN ADAMSON. EPIGRAM, On seeing Home's Commentary on the Psalms lying on a Lady's Table, together with several Novels. As in chance medley, on her desk, I find Novels, with books of pious import, join'd, With pleasure, I, the owner's caution, note, Who with the bane provides the antidote. North Walsham. J. C. MEMORANDA DRAMATICA. 1810. THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN. April 23. Richard III.-Harlequin Pedlar. 25. Wheel of Fortune,-Harlequin Pedlar. 30. Macbeth.-We fly by Night. May 1. All in the Wrong.-Blind Boy. 2. Douglas.-Lock and Key. Benefit of the Theatrical Fund. 3. Gamester.-Tom Thumb. 4. Castle of Andalusia.-Child of Nature. May *Since the opening of the new building, on the 18th of last September, Mrs. Siddons has not ventured to play in London. She then appeared in Lady Macbeth, but all the respect entertained for her vast talents availed her nothing; yet she was probably not much more surprised at her little influence than Mr. Charles Incledon was to find himself warbling to deaf ears, or Mr. Liston, on perceiving that his grimaces and slang were returned by his old friends with compound interest. Mr. Kemble having, however, stooped to conquer, that storm was unexpectedly laid, and the slander of Mrs. Galindo, alias Miss Gough, having died away, Mrs. Siddons now again appeared in the same character. The approbation she received would have been gross flattery to any other tragedian that we ever saw in this character, and yet we are told by a gentleman well competent to judge, that Mrs. Pritchard exhibited far more stupendous powers. He particularly remarks the inferiority of Mrs. Siddons in the scene where she walks in her sleep. Here he says (as we have before observed) that Mrs. S. renders the effect of her disturbed imagination perfectly ludicrous, by seeming to take up the water and rub her hands, as if she were diligently employed at a wash-tub. Mrs. Pritchard, on the contrary, kept her finger perpetually applied to the " damned spot," and with her voice, look, and action, almost petrified the theatre with horror. |