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Mr. Smith is the author of one or two Prologues of no great merit. He appears, indeed, not to have fet much value on his literary acquifitions, though they are faid not to be contemptible. Perhaps few perfons have contributed more to bring the profeffion of an actor into repute, or to eradicate the prejudices against it, than he has done. Poffeffed of the manners and deportment of a gentleman, he has always preferved a spirit of independence even in the best company. He has alfo had the merit of avoiding the unmanly practice of tourting applaufe from diurnal writers. -The approbation he has experienced may be faid to have been fairly obtained by his own exert ions, and he retires from the public notice with a character undebased with meanness or fervility.

12. A Mrs. or Mifs Plomer appeared for the first time on any stage at the Haymarket, in one of the Bacchants, and Euphrofyne, in Comus. Her perfon is fmall, but not inelegant, and her face is rather expreffive than beautiful; but her voice is fweet as well as powerful, and the fings with fkill as well as taste and spirit. Her action was rather exuberant, though the evidently laboured under the apprehenfions incident to a first performance.

RICHMOND HOUSE.
The 31st of May laft was acted for the
Arft time, a new Comedy, called, False Ap-

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NOON.

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NOW Phoebus lafhing on his steeds,

To his utmost zenith speeds;

The meek-ey'd Hours that led the prime,
Are left behind i' th' eastern clime.
High through the void the God of day
Rolls his flaming car away;
Till the languid herds and fheep
Into the woodland covert creep;
And the fhepherd feeks fome glade
Enbower'd deep in filent shade;
Or, when Phoebus rules the sky,
Perchance by rushy fount doth lie,
Repeating foft his "love-lorn" tale
To parched hill and shadowy dale;
Whilft, reckless of the noon-tide ray,
Echoes the jocund village lay
Of many a fwain and buxom lafs
Tedding flow the new-mown grass;
Till rifing on the shaven green,
In ruffet clad, the haycock's feen.
Then to Céres' fultry reign,
Hies him on the fun burnt fwain;
Black-ey'd Phillis by his fide
Binds the heaves till even-tide.
Then, when Phobus' fwelter'd team
Plunges in the Ocean stream,

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Captain Howarth,
Lord Henry Fitzgerald,

Mrs. Damer,

Mifs Hamilton,

Mrs. Bruce,

Mifs Campbell.

The story is briefly this:-The Baron, man of Ton, is about to marry Celia, whom by her manner he takes to be a fool. The Marquis, who meets her at a Convent, is really enamoured of her, and the of him in He meets her, to his aftonifhment, him his paffion for a lady, and is advised by at the Baron's houfe, and communicates to him to purfue and win her;-little thinking, while he gives this advice, that it is his own intended bride. The whimsicality of this thought, and the fituations which attend it, form the intereft of the piece. A thoughtless Counters, and Celia's father eternally looking after a government, which he wants, fill up the rest of the play.

The Prologue was fpoken by Lord Derby ; the Epilogue by Mrs. Damer.

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Underneath the fav'rite tree,
Welcome ruftic jollity.

Y.

Lo! the ruddy Hours, that rum
By the parch'd meridian fun,
Are all in golden liv'ries dight,
Too gloomy far for human fight;

Like orient gems, their flush'd cheeks shine,
Their faffron locks the rofe entwine;
And tipp'd in the tints of Iris' bow,
Graceful behind their loose robes flow.
Sublime, the great Sun "rides on high,
And flings his rays along the sky;
He tips with gold the mountain's head,
And roufes Nature from her bed ;
Bids proftrate earth receive his fires,
And take the bliss his beam inspires.
O! radiant beam, creative fire!
Pleafure's fource, and Beauty's fire!
Thine is each tint that Summer fees,
Or yellow Autumn's bending trees;
Thine earlier Spring's enamell'd bow'rs,
Her verdant glades, her rifing flow'rs.
Each breeze that fans the meads at morn,
Or bends at noon the fhadowy corn;
Or wafts at dewy eve the note
From plaintive Philomela's throat;

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Confefs thy all-creative ray,

Parent of blifs, and fource of day !-
Widely spreads th' etherial blaze:
Diffus'd o'er all, the fervid rays
Glow on the barren mountain's fide,
And drink the waters as they glide.
Deep in the dale the piercing beam
Arrefts the ruftic's drooping team,
The cattle lie beneath the thorn,
Regardless of the herdfman's horn;
The flocks forget the neighb'ring hill,
To ftand befide the fhaded rill.-
At this fultry hour of Noon,
Grant me, Heaven, the fimple boon,
Underneath fome poplar's fhade,
That rears its head in sylvan glade,
To throw my liftlefs limbs along,
And hear the linnet chaunt her fong;
Or mark the brook that gliding by,
On its furface paints the iky,
And reflects its margent green,
Trimm'd with yellow cowflips seen;
And as the waters gently pafs
Through the long entangled grafs,
May my thoughts in ferious mood
Moralife the paffing flood,
And learn of it to glide along,
Unheeded by the bustling throng!
And as I keep my noiseless way,
Unknown, unthought of by the gay,
May I in its furface find

The art to make my placid mind
Meet all the ills of life refign'd,
And ftill, with philofophic eye,
Calmly fee the minutes fly!
May hours and years that circle round
This earthly pinfold's farthest bound,
Behold me in their fwift advance,
Still wrapt in fome poetic trance;
Wih dreams of fair elyfian meads,
And mufic breath'd on Doric reeds ;
Or knightly thows of Gothic form,
That may my throbbing befom warm,
But yet with fuch a soften'd glow,
As no intemp'rate zeal may know :
Then, ere the airy pageant fades,
Let me catch the fleeting thades,
And draw them in fuch artful fort
As may not labour feem, but fport,
Then, if the fultry feafon lead

The high-embow'ring wood to tread,
Give me, to make my joys complete,
The gentle Laura's converse sweet.
But fhould fate forbid the vale,
Let me feek the cloister pale,
And there hide me from the eye
Of Phoebus when he rideth high;
And till the purple Ev'ning come,
Wond'ring view fome arched dome,
Whate Echo oft in ferious fort

Poth hold with faints her mimic court:

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WHERE are my wonted pleasures flown?

Oh, Mem'ry, how my boíom bleeds!

The fun of Fancy now is down,

And Truth's calm light its place fucceeds. The dreams that charm'd my earlier days Are now, alas! for ever fled;

O happy times, on you I'll gaze,

And weep till Mem'ry's felf be dead.
O Memory, how my bofom bleeds!
My faithful friend, to thee 1 fly:
Thou talk'ft of youthful fcenes, and deeds
Replete with innocence and joy.

Then Hope with every morn arose,

And breath'd in every verse 1 fung; Nor left me at the evening's close,

For Love and Fancy both were young.

O Ignorance! our joy and fhame!

Within thy arms, tho' wild and rude, Pleas'd with each object and each aim,

We feel no pangs of thought intrude, In life unskill'd, we count its charms, Which Fancy paints with magic hand; Sufpicion wakes no harsh alarms,

To fpoil the promis'd fairy land. Delighted with the scene, we ftray

Where Pleasure rears her bright abode: The Paffions lead the fated way,

And deck with flowers the winding road ; And Hope allures us to the place,

Tho' diftant ftill the prospects feem; Till, wearied in the fruitlefs chace,

The fpirits fink-and finks the dream!

Then Age comes on, in fears array'd,

And faithlefs Hope and Fancy fly-
We mourn through life our youth betray'd,
And play the trifler till we die,

Hafte! bring the goblet, god of wine!
Hafte!-I will chace this gloom away!

To Folly every thought refign,

To Stupor give the lingering day!

Ceafe, fimple youth! forbear to mourn, Forbear in wine to drown thy woe: Tho' Fancy's dreams no more return, Life ftill has bleffings to bestow,

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Tho' cares intrude-tho' hopes beguile,

Tho' youth is tranfient-joy remains; Love gives to Life her happieft ímile,

And foftens all her wringing pains.
Youth ftill is thine, and Daphne's eyes
In thine all other eyes excel-
Go, and poffefs the Heav'n-fent prize,
Whose worth thou long hast known fo well.
Go, and poffefs, in her and Love,

The joys whofe lofs thy heart bewails;
Go, fix thy fhed in
's grove,
Where Nature's nicest taste prevails.
Then halt thou realife the scene

Which Fancy's plastic hand pourtray'd;
Go, dwell amidst the fhades ferene,
And love thro' life thy fylvan maid.
Dover.
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Then hafte with me, meek maid, to dwell,

And give a Goddess to my cell. Such thoughts thy fweet fimplicity produces! But I can point out far fublimer uses; Ufes the very best of men esteemOf which thine innocence did never dream : Then hafte with me, meek maid, to dwell, And give a Goddess to my cell.

Oh! fly from IMPUDENCE, the brazen rogue, Whofe flippant tongue hath got the IRISH BROGUE;

Whofe hands would pluck thee like the fairest flow'r,

Thy cheeks, eyes, forehead, lips, and neck devour:

Shun, fhun that Caliban, and with me dwell:

Then come, and give a Goddess to my cell. The world, O fimple maid, is full of art, Would turn thee pale and fill with dread thy heart,

Didft thou perceive but half the fnares
The DEVIL for charms like thine prepares!
Then hafte, O Nymph, with me to dwell,
And give a Goddess to my cell.

From morn to eve my kifs of speechless love
Thy eye's mild beam and blufhes fhall improve;
And lo! from our fo innocent embrace,

Thy fragrant breast, like Alpine fnows fo Young MODESTIES shall spring, a numerous

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The blufhing girls in EV'RY THING like

THEE,

The bafhful boys PRODIGIOUSLY like ME!
Then hafte with me, O Nymph, to dwell,
And give a Goddess to my cell.
To an UNFORTUNATE BEAUTY,
By the SAME.

SAY, lovely maid with down-caft eye,

And cheek with filent forrow pale, What gives tay heart the lengthen'd figh, That heaving tells a mournful tale? Thy tears which thus each other chace,

Bespeak a breast o'erwhelm'd with woe; Thy fighs aftorm that wrecks my peace,

Which fouls like thine should never know. Oh! tell me, doth fome favour'd youth

Too often bleft, thy beauties flight? And leave those thrones of love and truth, That lip, and bofom of delight? What though to other nymphs he flies,

And feigns the fond, impaffion'd tear; Breathes all the eloquence of fighs,

That treach'rous won thy artless ear! Let not thofe nymphs thy angui h move, For whom his heart may feem to pineThat heart shall ne'er be bleft by love, Whofe guilt can force a pang from thine. EPIGRAM,

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ODE, DRESSES, BALL, &c. on the KING's BIRTH-DAY.

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Their Royal Highneffes the Prince of Wales and Duke of York came to Buckingham-houfe, to compliment their Majelties on this happy orcafion; as likewife did feveral of the Nobility. The royal brothers afterwards breakfafted with their Majestics and the Princeffes en famille.

GREAT COUNCIL CHAMBER.

At three o'clock, a confiderable number of the Nobility and Gentry were prefent. As foon as their Majefties were fe ted, the performance of the Ode commenced, which received the approbation of her Majesty, and the noble cognofcezti prefent. ODE for his MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, June 4, 1788.

Written by Mr. WARTON, and fet to Mufic by Mr. PARSONS

I.

WHAT native genius taught the Britons bold

To guard their fea-girt cliffs of old ? 'Twas Liberty: She taught difdhin Of death, of Rome's imperial chain; She bade the Druid-harp to battle found, In tones propherick, through the gloom profound

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From frozen waftes, and caverns
wild,

To genial England's fcenes beguil❜d;
And in his clamorous van exulting came
The demons foul of Famine and of Flame:
Witness the fheep-clad fummits, roughly
crown'd

And ftill, unchang'd and uncon

trol'd,

Its refcued rights fhall the dread empire
hold:

For lo, revering Britain's caufe,
A King new luftre lends to native laws!
The facred fovereign of this festal day

With many a frowning fofs, and airy On Albion's old renown reflects a kindred

mound,

Which yet his defultory march pro

claim!

Nor ceas'd the tide of gore to flow, Till Alfred's laws allur'd th' inteftine foe; And Harold calm'd his headlong rage

ray!

DRAWING-ROOM.

Befides their Majesties, the Prince of Wales, Princeffes Royal, Augufta, and Elizabeth; Dukes of York, Gloucester, and Cumberland; a great number of Nobility and Gentry were prefent, together with

To brave atchievement, and to counfel the Duke of Orleans, Baron Buttenhoffe,

fage;

For oft in favage breasts the buried feeds Of brooding virtue live, and freedom's fairest deeds!

IV.

But fee, triumphant o'er the Southern

wave

The Norman fweeps!-Though firft
hc gave

New grace to Britain's naked plain,

With Arts and Manners in his train And many a fane he rear'd, that ftill, fublime

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In maffy pomp, has mock'd the ftealth of time;

And castle fair, that, ftript of half its towers,

From fome broad steep in shatter'd glory lowers;

Yet brought he Slavery from a fofter clime:

Each eve, the curfew's note fevere, (That now but foothes the niufing poet's ear)

At the new tyrant's stern command, Warn'd to unwelcome reit a wakeful

land;
While proud Oppreffion o'er the ravifh'd
field

High rais'd his armed hand, and shook the
feudal shield.
V.

Monf. Calonne, with other distinguished foreigners, and all the Ambaffadors and Envoys.

DREESSES.

The Drawing-room was very fplendid, and the rich dreffes were equal to the difplay of any former year on the occafion; thofe of the Queen and Princeffes were in fome refpects furprisingly brilliant.

The King was habited in dark brown, with the plainnefs which is customary on his own birth-day.

The Prince of Wales was dreffed with his ufual tafte; his waistcoat and breeches of light-coloured filk and filver; his coat was of a pale peach-coloured filk, with a stripe of a darker fhade, richly embroidered with filver down the feams, and fpangled,-His Highness's garter was fastened over the shoulder with a diamond epaulet, a ftar formed of diamonds, of uncommon beauty; which, with a brilliant George, and hat and feather, with diamond button and loop, gave every advantage to his Highness's handfome perfon.

The Duke of York was in brown richly embroidered; and wore along with the en-' figns of the Order of the Garter, those of the Bath. Each of the devices were fet with diamonds. The far of the Capadocian order was highly superb.

The Queen's drefs was blue and filver in Stoop'd then that Freedom to defpotic the body and train; the fringe very rich.

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The petticoat highly fuperb, being covered. with lace, and real diamonds; in the front were four large stripes of blue ribbands, edged with diamonds, and four large taffels of diamonds added ftill more to the brilliant appearance. The petticoat was drawn back, and fastened on each fide, by three branches compofed of grafs and green leaves, intermixed with diamonds formed in fnow-drops and lilies of the valley, and trembling to the eye with the most astonishing effect. Indeed we never, on any former occafion, wit nessed her Majesty in such costly apparel.

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