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. PO NOON. E NOW Phoebus lafhing on his steeds, To his utmost zenith speeds; The meek-ey'd Hours that led the prime, return. Captain Howarth, 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. TR Underneath the fav'rite tree, Y. Lo! the ruddy Hours, that rum Like orient gems, their flush'd cheeks shine, Mmm 2 Confe Confefs thy all-creative ray, Parent of blifs, and fource of day !- The art to make my placid mind The high-embow'ring wood to tread, Poth hold with faints her mimic court: 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. 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- Hafte! bring the goblet, god of wine! 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, The 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. The joys whofe lofs thy heart bewails; Which Fancy's plastic hand pourtray'd; 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 From morn to eve my kifs of speechless love Thy fragrant breast, like Alpine fnows fo Young MODESTIES shall spring, a numerous race ! The blufhing girls in EV'RY THING like THEE, The bafhful boys PRODIGIOUSLY like ME! 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, ODE, DRESSES, BALL, &c. on the KING's BIRTH-DAY. 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 From frozen waftes, and caverns To genial England's fcenes beguil❜d; And ftill, unchang'd and uncon trol'd, Its refcued rights fhall the dread empire For lo, revering Britain's caufe, 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 New grace to Britain's naked plain, With Arts and Manners in his train And many a fane he rear'd, that ftill, fublime 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; High rais'd his armed hand, and shook the 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. 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. The |