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private theatres, to say it was well enough extremely appropriate. Attention to cha. for Ladies and Gentlemen, that we were agree racter is, generally speaking, thamefully ably surprised to find the exhibitions of neglected in dreiling our actors and actreiles. Richmond House Theatre extremely pow More regard is frequently paid to what erful in point of performance. Lord would decorate the perfon, than to u hat heHenry Fitzgerald and the Earl of Derby are comes the part, where the Comedian buus both of them so well qualified to fill the interest or power enough to

order his scene, that we heartily with two Comedians own dress. That worn by Felix was of of any thing like equal merit were now in white fattin, splendily decorated with Itart up and ornainent the stages of Drury gold lace, the cloak of crimson velvet, Lane and Covent-Garden. Nothing could richly bordered ; it became Lord Henry exbe more impretlive, more energetick, nor ceedingly. Isabella's dress was uncommonly more like reality than the jealouly of Felix graceful ; Liffardo's correctly characteristick; as displayed by Lord Henry, nor more ealy, and all the others, as we have before said, fpirited and natural than the Colonel Briton proper and distinguishing. of Lord Derby. Captain Merry's Litfardo The Theatre was crowded, and, as may be also was a moft arch and whimsical per. supposed, cbiefly with persons of the highet form nce. Lopez, Pedro, and Gibby, were rank, and most respectable charocter. The well represented by Mr. Ogilvie, Lord Ed. Prince of Wales, the Duke and Duchess of waru Filzgerald, and Major Goodenough. 'Gloucester, Princess Sopliia, the Duke and The Violante of Mrs. Damer was, like all Duchels of Devonshire, the Duke and her works in the different arts, hit off with Duchess of Ancaster, the Ducheis of Leinpeculiar neatness, taste and spirit. The ca Iter, Lady Albemarle, Lady Stormont, Lapital scene between her and Felix was acted dy Ailesbury, Lady Tufton, Lady Mary on both sides with great force and character, Coke, Lady Hotham, Miss Fox, the Duke Mrs. Hobart's Flora proved to us demon. of Athol, Lord Stormont, Luid William Prably, that she is a lady of more than or Rullel, Sir Charles Hotham, General Condinary theatrical judgement. Her manner of way, Colonels Fitzpatrick and Ashe, aos givir.g the side speeches wus moft happy and many others of Nobility and exalted families intelligent, Miss Hamilton's beauty, aided were present. by a very sensible mode of delivering the We rejoice exceedingly that the Duke of dialogue, rendered Isabella truly capri. Richmond bas taken the lead in having a priyating.

vate Theatre in town. It may prove a matThe farce was in all its parts well per ter of importance to nacional morality, and formed. We have few Comedians on our may tend in correct the dissipation of the established Itages, who could display such ao times. Theatrical performances, both to easy air of coxcombry as Mr. Edgecunibe the actors and auditors, are rational and innew over the character of Young Clickis. fructive amusements. I hey may meni!,

-It was, truly speaking, the coxcombrythsy cannot injure the minds of those who of a gentleman, and not the extravagant hu. dedicate tveir time to them. Unfortunately, mour of a buttoon, which is too often the the reverse is the true character and effect of case with the profesional representatives of virious other fashionable means of entertops. Mrs. Damer in Lucy, with singular tainment, most of them being either acto! address, narked the distinctioo between the vices, dangerous follies, or maiiers of mere muid and the mittreis, her manners being frivolity and waste of time *. obvioudly of a different Nyle from those the exhibited in Violante. She gave, however, PR 0 L () GUE, a good proof that a lively finidiarity is a

Written by Dr. FERRIAR, sufficient char:cteristick of a fervant, and that to stamp inferiority of Nation there is no

And spoken before the Representation of necellity for assuming a boldness and a vul

OROONUKO, at the Manchester Theatie, glarity, that more frequently disgusts than

Nov, 20, 1787. pleases. The bathfulnets and embarratled WHEN Truth appears in Fiction's fav’rite Tituation of mind of Harriet was very lip

feat, pily pourtrayed by Mifs Campbell, and the And bids with virtuous rage your bosoms laughable humour of Ow Clackit worn with

beat, great ease by Captain Merry. Had Garrick Mean were the art, howe'er in numbers dreft, been alive and seen Lord Derby in Heartly, To bribe applause by flattery or jeit. he would have rejoiced that his Guardian was To-night reviv'd, lad Oroonoko pleads in such respectable hands.

For each poor African that toils and bleeds. The drefies were extremely beautiful, and No ftale poetic tricks delude the ear, what is fill beiter, theatrically confidered, Nor fancy'd woes beguile you of a tear ;

From * During the month, there were two more performances of this piece besides this first represcutation,

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From Aphra's pen the faithful records move, Those ghaftly seams unmeasur'd lathes tore ; Of ruin's Majesty and injur'd love.

Those wasted limbs the cleaving fetters wore. Not once alone have Europe's favage bands See mangled victims fill th' oppreffon's den, Enínar'd a royal prey on Afric's fands ; Then hear Compassion tell you, These are Not once alone, in galling fetters kept,

men, The brave, the gentle, or the good have Weak is the trust in frugal Reason's care ; wept ;

Reason in vain bids yonder tyrants spare ; Nor only once an Imoinda found

By custom steel'd, they sport with human A fate more dire than torture's studied wound.

pain, Start not, thio' here, in Southern's moving And vengeful burricanes descend in vain. strains,

Our better hopes on this fair circle * reft : Exalted love in sable boroms reigns,

Here Pity lives in ev'ry gentle brealt. Let Honour that nogmatic scorn efface, Folly may scoff, or Avarice may hate, Which links to brutes the persecuted race ; Lo Beauty comes the Negro's advocate ! O puro th' unworthy thought with gen'rous Let others boatt in fashion's pride to glow, zeal !

To lure the lover or attract the beau ; Mind has no colour---ev'ry heart can feel. You check Oppreslion's lash, protect the Hear Misery cry from yon blood-water'd

Nave, lands,

And, first to charm, are still the first to save. See suffering crouds to you extend their hands !

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By feigning Nature's warmth, to bide

lui poor folemnity of Pride! TO ANNA MATILDA.

Well, let them (trut their hour away, O

CEASE, M.Arildi! cease the strain, Till guinuing Death demand his prey !

That wones Indifference to thy arms ; Meanwhile, my Anna! let us rove For what are all her boafted charms?

The scented Vale, the beading Grove, But only to be free from Paju !

Mix our hot tears with evening Dew's, And woulu'ít thou then, her Torpid Ease, And live for Friendship and the Mule I Her liflets Apathy to know,

Yes, let us haften hand io hand, Renounce the m.gic Pow'r to Please; Where the blue billow's lave the land, And lose the Luxury of Woe?

And as they quick recoiling fly, Why does the Itream of Sweetest Song Send on the Surf a lengthen's Sigh, In many a wild m..ze wind along ;

Tha: Itrikes the soul with Truth Sublime, Foain on the Mountin's murm'ring side ; As '[were the whisp'ring Tongue of Or thro' the vocal covert glide ;

Time ; Or among Fairy Meadows feliz

For thus our short L fe's ehbing day It is, becane thy Hart can Feel !

Murmurs a wile, and hastes away! Alas! ir Price must be unknown,

Or let us leek the moulding wall 'Till ev'iy ne ve istan'd lo ftone;

Of fome lone Abbey's Gothic Hall; Til not a Tear-diep wets the es?,

Recline upon the knee-worn Stone, Nor throbs the breast for Socrow's siglas And catch the North Wind's dismal moan, O may I never finú reliet,

'That 'inidft his forrows seems to boalt But Periin in the Prog of Grief!

Of many a gallant Vetel loft! Think not reato' thus, my Fair ! Friends and Lovers funk in death A ftranger to car roxing Cire!

By the fury of bis breath 45! if Thou selderin fiud'It repose,

What tho at the imagin'd Tale, ~ I reft not on a bed of ro'e."

Thy alter'd cheek be fadly pale; Despuir, coid Surpent, loves to twine

Ne'cr can luch SYMPATHY annoy; About this helpiet Perrt of mine!

For 'tis the price of all our joy!
Yet tho'nglead and foriorn,

When far off the night-fiorm flies,
I scarce can check the Smile of Scord, Let us ponder on the Skies !
When those the Vulgar cail the Great

Wnere million ftars are over roll'd,
Bend the important brow of itate;

Which yet our weak eyes dare behold; And strive a Consequence to find

Adore the SELF-EXISTING CAUSE By ieeming more than Humankind; That gives to each its sep’rate laws;

* The Ladies of Manchester bave distinguihed themselves very honourably in this cane,

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That, when th' impetuous Comet runs For there our gallant Prince, I vow,
Athwart a wilderness of suns,

His residence up look, Sir ;
Tells it what mandate to obey,

And with him came, in mitred brow, Nor ever wander from its way;

His Holiness--the Duke, Sir. Till back it hasten whence 'lwas brouglit, And all along a noble band Beyond the boundaries of Thought!

Of such as tolks will tell us, Let not the studious Seer reply,

That had you pick'd the very land, « Attraction regulates the Sky,

- You a'd not have found their fellows. « And lends each orb the secret force,

Right princely they, (of princely stock), ! That urges on, or checks its course;"!

Here came our thips to view, Sir; Or with his Orrery expound

The nation's force, and royal Dock, Creation's vainly fancied round.

--And eke their bruther too, Sir. Ah! quit thy toil, presumptuous Sage 1

And England lure some thanks should pay Destroy thy calculating page;

Unto the Royal Sailor ; No more on Second Causes plod;

Such stocks of knowledge thus to lay 'Tis not Attraction, but 'tis God!

Up, that will never fail her,
And what the Universe we call,
Is but a Point, compar'd to A!l.

And ere they left fair London town,
Such Bliss the sensate bosom knows,

Could they have seen so far, Sir; Such bliss Indifference pe'er bestows;

Each window gave to light them down Tho'small the circle we can trace,

-A farthing-candle star, Sir. In the Abyss of time and space,

But ftrange their route, as people say, Tho' Learning has its limits got,

So retrograde their motion ! The feelings of the Soul have not ;

They came and went ten limes a day, Their vast excursions find no end ;

As moves the fickle ocean. And Rapiure needs not comprehend ! And there did ring the merry bell 'Tis true, we're ign’rant How the Earth

So luftily and chear, Sir; Wakes the first principles of birth,

The very deaf might hear as well With vegetative moisture feeds

As those--that had their ears, Sir. To diff'rent purpose diff'rent feeds;

But beft it were to stop, I ween, Cives to the Role such balmy sweet,

For thereby bangs a story, Or fills the golden ear of Wheat,

That feems alone to lye between
Paints the ripe Peach with velvet bloom,

-The Sexton and L-fy.
Or weaves che thick Wood's mingling gloom;
Yet, we can wander in the bow'r ;

The guards march'd down in gay parade, Can taste the fragrance of the Flow'r;

The Royal Sons to greet, Sir, Drink the rich Fruii's nectareous juice,

And when they long enough had stay'd, And bend the Harvest to our use.

- March'd up again the Itreet, Sir. Then give thy pure perceptions scope,

At length when rakes and crickets fing, And soothe thy heaving heart with Hope.

And sober folks were dozing, Hope shall inítruct my forrowing friend;

And Dock bells 'gan eleven ring, Har soul's fine fervor ne'er can end;

The Prince he pops his nose in. But when her limbs by Death are laid

At morn, the Princes being come, Beneath some yew -tree's hallow'd thade,

As soon as pecp of day, Sir, Shall bid her svaring ipiric know

With roar of cannon, beat of drum, The Seraphim's ecítatic glow.

And musick all so gay, Sir, Then shall the Eifential Miod confess,

The welcome news was told aloud, That Anguish has the power to bleis;

And iluait the doors did open ; That Feeling was in bounty given,

And forth there ifsued such a crowd, And own the Sacred Truth-in Heaven.

As can be nam'd by no pen,
DELLA CRUSCA.

The Captains all put on fo gay
Ibe VISIT to the DOCK YARD.

Their gala dress—and then, Sir,

The Prince commanded 1-'lasaday ! " In good King Charles's golden Days, &c."

: -To pull it off again, Sir,
Then was such work, and looks awry,

Unfrizzing and undressing ;
I fain would have you know, Sir;

Whilft theu new-made cloaths lay by, We all were pleas'd-as fons of Kings,

With many a hearty blessing. At this gallantee-show, Sir. All in the Dock that Piymouth hight, And now to view the Dock they go, There was such noise and staring,

Attended by their suite, Sir;
That every street that met your fight,

Of rabble route a goodly show,
You 'ad swore there 'ad been a fair in, That follow'd down the street, Sir.

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And many a question did liity a k,

Righe knowing, wise, and able,
Of oakum, tar, yard, fail, and malt,

Hemp, cordage, rope and cable.
And:hen so quick! the thing they cauglii,

Almoft ere you could speak, Sir ;
Nor staid a minute to be taught,
Vhere you

’ad have ttaid a--week, Sir, Their penctration was to clear,

And quick their comprehension ; As you would be surpriz'd to hear,

And I must blush to mention, Let Peter take a ledious time

And toid with hand and tcol, Sil';
Bi fore such genausles sublinie,

Great Petcrwas a foul, Sir.
THI look one hour, or was it two?

(Gen blefs tie royal Georges !)
Th th:95, the docks, the guns to view,

The rope.walks, and the forges. And then to see our ships an: bay,

Tlty torthwith went afloat, Sir; 1. Princely pomp, and prou array,

All in a lonely boat, Sir.
Wilft all the lashour, low and high,

So thick with boats wijs con ded,
That not a fila could fec: the fay;

--Because it was becirudcu.
And there, our men of war to great,

and minor ezery hulk, Sir, In all their order, form onii itate,

They sawsa-n board--a luk, Sir fi
It hea in the midst of all the front,

Crics H--yg-r to his Hinbuefs,
With watch in hand, " The I batile now,

Egad ! draws to a fris.'
And now, fatigu'd and hunchy', hence

They hafiend me and all, Sir;
The Prince, W" to dive, and thence

Away woff to the bali, Sir.
Now God te with the Royal Threr,

From Janary in Decemicr;
And grant henceforth that what they les

They ever may remen.her.

The balance held with steady hand,

And Discord cease at her command,
The dogs of war compell’d to wait,
And Janus close again his balf-unfolded gate.

I love the months whose calm career
His left me what my heart holds dear;
Has given me bealth, and peace, and eare ;

Who would not sing for gifts like these ?
O? there the sente mult still remain,
To mark this polith'd link of the eternal

chain,
Timne, the consoler, comfort brings,
Burne on his variegated wings;
He steals away the role, 'lis true,

But thien the thorn is blunted too,
Dllufive hopçs before him fiy,
And all Imagination's vaiu cisimeras die,

Thore bitter griefs, and fleeting joys,
Which Fancy's busy pow'r employs,
To retrospective reason leem

The phantoms of a troubieu dream :
The fey'rinh villon fades away,
And leaves the foul in perce her tenement

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1 view the focial circle round,
And every friendly f..ce is found;
My heart expands within my breast,

Each gloomy selfiih care at reft;
Grateful I fing, in strains fincere,
Pialle to the Pow's Supreme who guides the
rolling ar.

ALMĄ.

On IIcaring the Rev. J. RILAND, Birming,

hans, Catechising the Children one Sunday

Evening
W HILE Hayley grateful Atrikes the file

ver lyre,
And sweeti; linge an Howard's worthy praise,
Forgive the Mule who dares with fortes

fire To chaunt thy virtue in no venal lays. When gloomy grief affails the pensive mind,

And burning fevers floct across the brain, Tbine the talk, with gooduers unconfin'd, To soy the lear, and gently toothe thie

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La Cevisbiel, fan. !!, 179.3.
ODE (o the OLD YEAR, 1787,

ET courtly burds in courtly 129

I evoke the wore on Dr. Waar's day: Or when Death's arrow wounds this mor

Prophetic, suivre days unfold,

ral clay, Or le'l again the tales of old;'

And darkness broods upon the trembling For me, I pay in fris fincere,

foul, i grateful tiibule due to the departed year.

The office thine, witli comfort's crient ray, Glad have I from our native inc

To chale the gloom, and new the blissul

goal. In wealth, in peace, in honour smile; * Czır.--t They only visited the hulk which

PW is on board during the refiting of luis faip. -- I That hour was to be performed a very celebrated boxing-match in oan, between iso well-known Combitants. The circumftance related is a fact. The author of a most beautiful Ode on the amiable Howard.

Nor

fane ;

race.

lov d nanie,

claim;

Nor scenes alone like these thy worth display; Far-beaming Knowledge rais'd hier glorion lu sweetest union with thy pious iite,

heall, Lo! youth is taught Religion's narrow wry, Thence vei se and lesning through the land And duteous learns to spura vain folly's

Here spread : ftrife,

Late hither led by Hampton's rising famo,

To unknown climes the sacred Mules camr.c. Go then, and Mill pursue thy gen'rous plan, Lead forth the youths to Virtue's falluw'd

Here folter d by the Trutt, the Muse the

nie, With truth refiftiess new them what is

And Hampton's fame ih ili re.ich the distans

fies. man,

Some future Pope thou, thalt inspire And teach them how to praise their Maker's pame.

With clinic learning and poetic fire ;

Fur hence the Gothic taste the Mule thall To years remote, the virtuous youths shall

chce, bless

And Invoin the manners of a barbarous Thy pious mem'ry, and thy labours praise; With love divine Jeliovah's works express, Then, Dudley *, Mall the sing thy muchAnd high as Heav'n their grateful thanks shall raise.

Where worth wad honour boast an equal When nature links to earth with flow decay, And life's pale lamp emits a fe-bler light,

Who lends to misery a willing ear, Thy daring foul shall wmg her airy way

And in soft pity hears the suppliant's pray'r. To the ethereal dum es of dazzling light;

Nor shall the Mule forget to ling the tant, There join with kmdred spirits round the

Form'd independent on the noblett plan ; throne,

Sent by his country to defend her cause, And carol forth your hymns in strains of

To guard her Monarchi, and proiect her

laws. joy To God, who kindly mark'd thee for his

When riper years Mali call us forth to share

Life's anxious troubles, and its various care, own, And raptur'd sing away eternity,

Then may we imitate our present Trust, Birmingbam.

J. V.

And Stamford's I virtue teach us to be just, Written on a SQUARE Of Glass at the New The Author's Reason for apoiding the Pro BATH, xt MATLOCK, by Mr. G.ARRICK. sence of his Mistress, without having us.

clared his Sentiments to her. THE whistling winds, and driving rains, Fog-mantled hills, and wat’ry plains,

To a FRIEND.
The river's lullen roar,
Dull penfive hearts, and folded arms, THI’ me no more Call bless iny fighe,
Such, Matlock, such thy hideous charms;

Tho' ne'er my palivo was declaid,
May I come here no more!

I love her, hy yon evening light,

Which oft my grief-full tale has heard.

Yet tho' it feels the keenest wound,
Subscribed by Another Hand.

My soul has no con:plaint express'
Tho' thou thro' winds and beating rains Ah, fearful left the woe-fraught found
Haft hapless trod o'er Matlock's plains,

Should give a pang to Daphne's breast. Let not the place be ícorn'd;

For well I know her le mind; Had Jove allow'd of milder fkies,

And well I know it fie bad seen Far other scenes had biest thine eyes,

How much my heart with love declin', And thou perhaps return'd.

• Press d by the weigit of grief withia; The following Copy of Verses is an Exercise To see me wretched, well I know,

of a Boy only Thirteen Years of Aze, in My Daphne had been wretched too-
the Gramma: -School of Wolverhampton, So quick to feel another's woe!
on the 13th of January, the day of this To lympathy's fine touch fo true!
Annual Meeting of the Trustees.

And wherefore cause the maid I prize

One tear, one figh, one moment's pain? And youth was there with love of Sci Ah, sooner muy those tearful eyes ence fir'd;

Be clos'u, no more to wake again. Lord Viscount Dudley. + Sir Edward Littleton, I Earl of Stamford. The Free School of Wolverhampton is in the care of Thirty Trustees, of the town or neighbourhood, of which the three above-mentioned nanies are the most conspicuous.

O hadst

ONCE to fam'd Eton ev'ry Muse retiril

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