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Correctly prun'd each wild luxuriant thought, A&t from himself, on his own bottom stand; Mark'd out her course, nor spar'd a glorious fault. I hate e'en Garrick thus at second-hand. The book of man he read with nicest art,
Behind came King.-Bred up in modeft lore, And ransack'd all the secrets of the heart; Balhful and young he fought Hibernia's Thore ; Exerted penetration's utmost force,
Hibernia, far'd, 'bove ev'ry other grace, And trac'd each pallion to its proper source ; For matchless intrepidity of face. Then strongly mark’d, in liveliest colours drew, From her his features caught the gen'rous flame, And brought each foible forth to public view. And bid defiance to all fente of thame. The coxcomb felt a lath in ev'ry word,
Tutor’d by her all rivals to surpass, [Brass. And fools, hung out, their brother fools deterr’d. Mongst Drury's sons he comes, and shines in His comic humour kept the world in awe,
Lo Yates I-Without the least finesle of art And laughter frighten'd folly more than law. He gets applause-I wish he'd
his part. But, hark!—The trumpet sounds, the crowd When hot impatience is in full career, gives way,
“ Hark'e! Hark'e !'' grates the ear! And the procellion comes in just array, When active fancy from the brain is fent,
Now should I, in some sweet poetic line, And stands on tip-toe for some with d event,
I hate those careless blunders which recall
In characters of low and vulgar mould,
face, We'll put off genius till another time.
There Yates with justice strict attention draws,
He trcads the stage, by way of gentleman,
Laugh'd at by all, and to himlelf unknown, Next snuffer, sweeper, shifter, soldier, mute : From side to side he struts, he smiles, he prates, Legions of angels all in white advance;
And seems to wonder what's become of Yates.
Woodward, endow'd with various tricks of face,
He iwists, he twines, he tortures ev'ry limb,
And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart.
Here Havard, all serene, in the same strains, We wonder at ourselves, and curfe our mirth.
But when bold wits, not such as patch up plays,
Next Holland came. -With truly tragic stalk, To probability's extremeft verge,
Whether it is in nature found or not,
Nor fail of favour where he fews desert.
Such worthy praises, Kitcly scarce had more.
By turns transform'd into all kind of thapes, The actor who would build a solid fame, Constant to none, Fcotc laughs, crics, ftruis and Muft imitation's servile arts disclaim ;
Now in the centre, now in van or rear,
If in these hallow'd times, when sober, fad, The Proteus lhifts, bawd, parton, auctioneer. All gentlemen are mclancholy mad, His ftrokes of humour, and his bursts of sport, When 'tis not deem'd so great a crime by half Are all contain'd in this one word, Distort. so violate a vestal, as to laugh,
Doth a man stutter, look a-fquint, or halt? Rude mirth may hope presumptuous to engage Mimics draw humour out of nature's fault, An act of toleration for the stage, With perfonal defects their mirth adorn, And courtiers will, like reasonable creatures, And hang misfortunes out to public scorn. Suspend vain fashion, and unscrew their features, E’en I, whom nature cast in hiduous mould, Old Falstaff, play'd by Love, shall please cas Whom, having made, the trembled to bchold, Beneath the load of mimicry may groan,
And humour set the audience in a rear. And find that nature's errors are my own.
Actors I've seen, and of no vulgar name, Shadows behind of Foote and Wood ward came; Who, being from one part poslefs d of fame, Wilkinson this, Obrien was that name. Whether they are to laugh, cry, whine, or taw., Strange to relate, but wonderfully true, Still introduce that fav’rite part in all. That even thadows have their shadows too! Here, Love, be cautious-ne'er be thou betray'd With not a fingle comic pow'r endu'd,
To call in that wag Falstaff's dang'ous aid; The first a mere mere mimic's mimic stood; Like Goths of old, howe'er he seems a friend, The last, by nature form’d to please, who thows, He'll seize that throne you with him to defind. In Jonson’s Stephen, which way Genius grows; In a peculiar mould by humour caft, Self quire put off, affects, with too inuch art, For Falstaff fram’d-himself, the first and last,To put on Woodward in each mangled part; He stands aloof froin ai!-maintains his ftate, Adopts his shrug, his wink, his stare; nay, more. And scorns, like Scotsmen, to atlimilate. His voice, and croaks ; for Woodward croak'd Vain all disguise--100 plain we see the trick, When a dull copier simple grace neglects, [before. Tho' the knight wears the weeds of Dominic, And rests his imitation in defects,
And Boniface, disgrac'd, betrays the finack, We readily forgive; but luch vile arts
In Anno Domini, of Falitaff's fack. Are double guiit in men of real jaris.
Arms crofs'd, brows bent, eyes fix'd, feer By nature form'd in her perverseit mocd,
marching Now, With no one requisite of art endud,
A band of malecontents with spleen o'erficw; Next Jackton came. - Obferve that settled glare, Wrapt in conceit's impenetrable fog, Which better fpeaks a puppet than a player : Which pride, like Phæbus, draws from ev'ry bog, Lift to that voice-did ever discord hear They cuise the managers, and curse the town, Sounds so well fitted to her untun'd ear? Whose partial favour keeps such merit down. When, to enforce some very tender part,
But if some man, more hardy than the rest, The right-hand sleeps by instinct on the heart, Should dare attack these gnarlings in their neft ; His soul, of every other thought bereft, At once they rise with impotence of rage, Is anxious only where to place the left; Whet their small fings, and buzz about the stage. He fobs and pants to footh his weeping spouse, “ 'Tis breach of privilege !-Shall any dare To footh his weeping mother, turns and bow's To arm satiric truth against a player ? Awkward, embarrats'd, stiff, without the skill Prescriptive rights we plead time out of mind; Of moving gracefully, or standing still,
Actors, unlaih'd themselves, may lath mankind." One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,
What! shall opinion then, of nature free Desirous seems to run away from t'other.
And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree Some crrors, handed down from age to age, To rust in chains like these, impos'd by things Plead custom's force, and still possess the stage. Which, less than nothing, ape the pride of kings? Thal 's vile-should we a parent's faults adore, No--though half-poets with half-players join And err, because our fathers err'd beföre ? To curse the freedom of each honest line; If, inattentive to the author's mind,
Though rage and malice dim their faded cheek; Some actors made the jest they could not find, What the mufe freely thinks, the 'll freely speak. If by low tricks they marr’d fair nature's mien, With just didain of ev'ry paltry sneer, And blurr'd the graces of the fimple scene, Stranger alike to flattery and fcar, Shall we, if reason rightly is employ'd, In purpose fix'd, and to herself a rule, Not see their faults, or seeing not avoid : Public contemjot shall wait the public fool." When Falstaff stands detected in a lie,
Auftin would always gliften in French filks, Why, without meaning, rolls love's glasly eye ? Ackman would Norris be, and Packer Wilks. Why? There's no cause :-at least no cause we For who, like Ackman, can with humour please! It was the fathion twenty years ago : [know- Who'can, like Packer, charm with fprightly case! Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use Higher than all the rest, see Bransby firut: Thur knavery and folly to excuse.
A mighty Gulliver in Lillipue! To copy beauties, forfeits all pretence
Ludicrous Nature! which at once could thew To fame--to copy faults, is want of sense. A man so very high, so very low. Yet (tho' in some particulars he fails,
if I forget thee, Blakes, or if I say Some few particulars, where mode prevails) Aught hurtful, may I never see thee play!
Let critics, with a supercilious air,
When o'er the stage he folly's standard bore,
Whilst common sense stood trembling at the door.
Man from his sphere cccentric starts astray;
Long, from a nation ever hardly usd, Bred at St. Omer's to the shuffling trade,
The hopeful youth a jesuit might have made,
His name had stood in city annals fair,
To publish to the world thy lack of brains?
Thither with halte in happy hour repair, ·
Thy birth-right claim, nor fear a rival there.
There rule secure from critics and from sense,
As one with various disappointments sad, And little factions break thy reit no more.
Like Westminster militia train'd to fight,
In person tall, a igure form d to please, Their chiefs were scatter’d, and their heroes Acd.
Could authors butcher'd give an actor grace, Statira, with her hero to agree,
Who wantonly transgresses nature's bounds,
Whose acting 's hard, affeéted, and constrain'd,
Still in extremes, he knows no happy mean, At variance fer, inflexible and coarse,
Ne'er know the workings of united force,
Nor Mew the mingled pow'rs of light and shade,
Whild Gay once more knows Polly for his own.
I see it all, but must forgive it here. Dull cits and grave divines his praise proclaiin, Defects like these which modest terrors cause, And join with Sheridan's their Macklin's name ; From impudence itfelf extort applaufe. Shuter, who never car'd a single pin
Candour and reason ftill take virtuc's part; Whether he left out nonsense, or put in, We love e'en fuibles in so good an heart. Who aim'd at wit, tho', levell'd in the dark, Let Tommy Arne, with usual pomp of fiyle, The random arrow seldom hit the mark, Whole chief, ihnje only merit's to compile, At Idlington, all by the placid stream
Who, meanly pilfering here and there a bit, Where City Swains in lap of dullness dream, Deals music out as Murphy deals out wit, Where, quiet as her ftrains their strains co flow, Publila proposals, laws for tate prescribe, That all the patron by the bards may know, And chaint the praise of an Italian tribe ; Sacret as night, with Rolt's experienc'd aid, Let hum reverse kind nature's first decrees, The plan of future operations laid,
And teach e'en Brent a method not to please; Projected schemes the summer months to chear, l'ut never shall a truly Pritish age And spin out happy folly through the year. Bear a vile race of cunuchs on the stage. But think not, though these daftard-chiefs are The boasted work 's call'd National in vain, fied,
If one Italian voice pollutes the strain. That Covent-Garden troops shall want a head: Where tyrants rute, and saves with joy obey, Harlequin comes their chief !--Sec from afar, Let flavish minstrels pour th' enervare lay; The hero feated in fantastic car!
To Britons far more noble pleasures spring Wedded to novelty, his only arins
In native norcs whilft Beard and Vincent ling. Are wooden swords, wands, talismans, and charms; Might figure girc a title unto fame, On one side folly fits, by some call'd fun, What rival thould with Yates dispute her claim ? And on the other, his arch-patron, Lun. But justice may not partial trophies raise, Behind, for liberty a-thirst in vain,
Nor tink the actrets in the woman's praife. Senfe, helpless captive, drags the galling chain. Suill hand in hand her words and actions go, Six rudc mil-tapen beasts the chariot draw, And the heart feels more than the features ihew : Whom reason loaths, and nature never saw; For, through the regions of that beauteous face, Monsters, with tails of ice, and hea
We no variety of pallions trace; Gorgons, and hydras, and chimæras dire. Dead to the soft emotions of the heart, Each was bestrode by full as monstrous wight, No kindred fofonefs can chofe cyes impart; Giant, dwarf, genius, elf, hermaphrodite. The brow, fill fix'd in forrow's fullen frame, The town, as usual, met him in full cry; Void of diltiaction, marks all parts the same. The town, as usual, knew no reason wliy. What's a fine person, or a beautcous face, But fashion so directs, and moderns railc Unless deportinent gives then decent graec ? On fathion's mould'ring base their transient praisc. 1145 d sit all other requisies to please,
Next, to the field a band of females draw Sume want ihc striking clegance of eale; Their force; for Britain owns no blique da rv: The curious cyc thcir au kward movement tires; Juft to their worth, we female rights admit, They seem like puppets lcd about by wires. Nor bar their claim to empire or to evit. Others, iske ftatues, in one posture fill,
First, giggling, plotting chamber-maids arrive, Give great ideas of the workman's skill; Hoydens and romps, led on by gen'ral Clive. Wondring, his art we praise the more we view, In spite of outward blemishes, the fronc And only grieve he gave not motion 100. For humour fam'd, and humour all her own. Wcak of dicmiclvcs are what wc bcauties call, Ealy, as if at home, the stage the trod,
It is the manner which gives itrength to all. Nor jought the sritic's praile, nor fear'd his rod. This teaches cv'ry beauty to unite, Original in spirit and in cafe,
And brings them forward in the nobloft light. She pleas’d by hiding all attempts to ple..fe. Happy in this, bchuld, amidtt the throng, No comic actress ever yet could raite,
With tranficnt gleam of yracc, Hart livceps along. On humour's base, more merit or more praise. If all the wonders of external grace,
With all the native vigour of lixteen, A person fincly turnd, a mould of face Among the merry troop confpicuouis foen, Ul’here, union rare, cxpreffion's lively force Sce lively Pope advance in jig and trip,
With beauty's foftest magic holds discourse, Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. Artract the eve ; if feelings. void of art Not without art, but yet to nature true, Rolfe the quick patlions, and enflame the heart > She charms the town with humour juft, yce new. If anusic, fweetly breathing froin the tongue, Chear'd'by her promise, we the lefs deplore Captives the ear, Bride must not pass untung.. The fatal tinic when Clive shall be no more. When fear, which rank ill-naturc termsconceit, Lo ! Vincent comcst with fimple grace ar- By time and custom conquerid, shall retreat; ray'd,
When judgment, tutord by experience sage, She laughs at paltry arts, and scorns parade. Shall shoot abroad, and gather ftrength from ige;
When heav'n in mercy shall the stage release If in originals these things appear,
Some standard-meafire for each part Ihould find,
Let it desolve to one of finaller breed.
Certificate of birth;-time, when ;-place, where.
When poor Alicia's madd'ning brains are rack'd, When the pure genuine Hame, by nature taught,
Confess'd thee great, but find thee greater still.
That worth, which thone in scatter'd rays before,
Collected now, breaks forth with double pow'r.
From Dublin, fam'd in legends of romance
And like a flood rush o'er the land of love,
By fate in the same fentence to be join'd.
Pritchard, by nature for the stage design'd, They mounted to the pinnacle of fame;
When Congreve's favour'd pantomime to grace, Two bubbles of a more than com:non size,
Buble mects bubble, and both link to air.'
Still kopi his cye fix'd on his rigar-land man.
When she tomurtherwhcts the rimoruus Thanc, Lill,
The right-hand labours, and the left lies still;
For he refule'd on fcripture-grounds to go,
He foars beyond the hackney critic's reach ;'
And stands alone in indeclinables ;
To famp new vigour on the nervous line :
He, thc, it, and, we, ye, they, fright the soul.
In perion taller than the common size,
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