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and Lord Townly. He spoke highly of the first, but with the most unqualified applause of the two last, which were perfect models of ease and good breeding. To these testimonies we shall add that of an Irish Barrister, of great eminence, who died about thirty years ago, and who was always considered not more eminent in the walks of his profession than in those of dramatic criticism. From him we have been informed, “ that whatever Wilks did upon the stage, let it be ever so trifling, whether it consisted in putting on his gloves or taking out his watch, lolling on his cane or taking snuff, every movement was marked with such an ease of breeding and manner, every thing told so strongly the involuntary motion of a gentleman, that it was impossible to consider the character he represented in any other light than that of a reality.”
“ But what was still more surprising,” said the Gentleman, in relating this arecdote, “ that the person who could thus delight an audience, from the gaiety and sprightliness of his manner, I met the next day in the street hobbling to a hackney-coach, seemingly so enfeebled by age and infirmities, that I could scarcely believe him to be the same man.” Such is the power of illusion, when a great genius feels the importance of character * !”
With Wilks's general talents for tragedy, there were some parts that he was unequal to; and in particular the Ghost in Hamlet. One day, at rehearsal, Booth took the liberty to jest with him upon it. “Why, Bob,” says he, “ I thought last night you wanted to play at fisty-cuffs with me, (Booth played Hamlet to his Ghost,) you bullied me so, who, by the bye, you ought to have revered. I remember, when I acted the Ghost with Betterton, instead of my awing him, he terrified me but there was a divinity hung round that man!"
To this rebuke, Wilks, feeling its propriety, modestly replied, “ Mr. Betterton and År. Booth could always act as they pleased; but, for my part, I must do as well as I can.
* The above event took place in the year 1729, two years before the death of Wilks, who, as Cibber tells us,
was much more enfeebled by the constant irritations of his temper than he was hy his declining years."
Punch bought by a Lord 385
394 Singularity of Manners
82 Turks and Greeks, their Cha-
Theory against Fact
Verue, Johanna Baptista 18
372 | Wife, her Expenses how to be
her Employment for-
- 392 || Woodward, the Comedian 386
REVIEW OF BOOKS.
112 Gilchrist's Examination of the
117 Charges of Ben Jonson's
Harriott's Struggles through
Raptur'd with the nervous strain,
From the mountain's side I darted ;
And from worldly cares departed.
While among the stars I wander'd,
Sounds sympbonious touch'd mine ears;
Fix'd to no peculiar spheres.
Here my heavenly Mentor left me,
Dark’ning all the concave bright;
And destroy'd my wonted sight.
Through the wasteful glooms I fell,
Through the londly-roaring ocean,
Where I heard a wild comniotion !
'Long the dun sulphureous regions,
Far my wailings deep resounded ;
At the noise recoil'd astounded !
Serpents now about me twin'd,
Flaky fires sear'd all my skin;
Fann'd the burning fames within !
Struggling from the boiling billows,
Sleep dissolv'd his genial spell;
View'd a newly chorded shell !?
Whilst not a sound disturbs the midnight air,
And Cynthia flings her solitary gleams
Who 'guiles the sad hours with fantastic dreams.com
First Come first Served 209
Forest of Hermanstadt 356
413 German Theatre, some Ac-
Garrick and Macklin, Anec-
62, 142, 358 Home, Mr. Author of Dou-
141 Hamlet, Note on a Passage in
149 Drury-Lane 57, 277, 354, 425
285 Haymarket - 61, 136, 206, 277
King's Theatre (Covent-Gar-
277 den Company) 356, 428
287 || Macklin, Anecdotes of him 191
192 Measure for Measure, Story
49 || Plays, Sir Matthew Hale's
Portrait of Cervantes, (C. G.) 61
him, by Mr. Gahagan 118
138 Quakers, and the Stage 123
Then in thee my dear girl! most distinctly I trace,
A protector-a friend 'midst the deepest of woe;
To the keenest misfortune relief can bestow !
SONNET TO THE MOON.
Thee do I court at evening's lonely hour;
Enthron'd aloft on some stupendous tow'r.
Wigmore! * alone at solemn tide I've been,
Or, visions sporting on the distant green.
When Fancy plumes her variegated wing;
On those vast regions of th'eterval King;
O'erwbelm'd in thought I turn from side to side
Bids Wisdom's strongest energies subsidė.
With sweetest flow'rs and hues of every sort ;
For her t I left at Yatton's rural court!
This doting heart against that Power supreme;
A sense of virtuous sorrow and esteem ?
of human form, but, of barbarian mind! September, 1808.
* Wigmore Castle,-a Ruin.
+ Miss Sarah Morgan: