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A mere drag scent to pull on th' author's back To Mr. HAYLEY's Tragedy of LORD RUSSEL.

Each snarling cur of Criticism's pack.
Written by Mr. COLMAN.

Like the poor hare, his nerves with terror shake,

While, sportsmen-like, they kill for killing fake: Spoken by Mr. PALMER.

The loud and dread view bollow stops his breath, THE bard, whose tragic strains we now rehearse, And critic catcalls found the note of deaib!


Beguiling o’er his lines the vacant hour,

Will, like a poacher, mob the game in cover. Oft have you telt and own'd his mule's pow'r! Give him fair play--judge when ý chace is done! Now to this roof we bring his favour'd page, He only begs you'd let him have a--run. And force him, half reluctant, to the stage; But, left this hunted fimile we tire, The stage, where those who fimple nature paint If not one more sublime, we'll take one bigber. Fear leit their ftrokes, too faithful, seem too faint. Since 'tis the ton to travel to the moon, For bere the artitt, with a desperate hand, Our author dares to launch bis air-balloon. And broad prund brush, not pencil, takes hisitand; He fends it off, the sport of wayward chance; Anxious to make his cloth at distance strike, Yet boasts not one material brought from Francea Daubs, in dittemper-rather large than like. No-his is true old English home-spun ituff, Throa'd in high car, and usher'd by loud drums, Nor rais'd by one inflammatory puff! From Bedlam fome Great Alexander comes ! Oh! may he find good-nature's milky way, Appals with noise, and labours to surprise, Nor near the critic's harsh attraction Itray! "The very faculties of cars and eyes!

For the poor author, tho' up many a stair, Yet, Britons never have disdain'd to grace Togarret mounted-yet can't live on air ; The natural heroes of a milder race!

The Mules give, while half-starved poets write Caro's trm bosom, and expiring groan

Ideal food—but real appetite.
For virtuous Liberty, they made their own. His “airy nothing” don't presume to claim
Yet Cato's iteel but lign'd his country's fate; “ A local habitation and a name;":
For with him died the freedom of the fate!

May it be playful, round the fancy sport,
Your own calm Ruffel, by his nobler end, And let its lightness be its beit support!
Freedom's mild martyr, prov'd her firmait friend; But, thould loft Candour lend her genial breezon
Rowed by his fate, a band of heroes rose, With fpring elastic it will mount with ease;
To sovereign tyranny determin'd foes;

Will gain new vigour each succeeding night,
Champions of faith and law, their aweful ftand

And to the very gods* will wing its flight
Chac'd Bigotry and Slavery from the land.
To vindicate an injur'd nation's claims,
Nalau and Brunswick join'd their glorious names!

T. Britain her dear liberty ensurid,

Spoken at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-lane, Stump'd her great charter, and her rights fecur'd! before the Tragedy of Lord RUSSEL, wbicá Toguardi chose rights,old England's nobleit pride, wus performat 2. Friday, the 20ih of Auguj, To guard those rights, our gallant Rujjel died. 1784, by ladies and gentlemen wbo never Britons attentively his tale ihall hear,

appeared on any fluge. Nor bluth at patriot woe to drop a tear; A tear they's fanctify with itreams of blood,

Written by Dr. STRATFORD. Dying, like Ruffet,' for their country's good!

NE hundred years since god-like RUSSEL

bled, PROI O G U E

Since hoary time rain'd sorrows on the dead; Tibe new Farce of HunT THE SLIPPER:

On RUSSEL rain'd the brightest boaft of fame,

And lent eternity his glorious name.
Spoken by Mr. BANNISTER, Jun.

Too proud for party, honour all his pride,
Hunt ibe Slipper! 'ris a dangerous name, He lived for England, and for England died:

Thus CHATHAM, by no dog-star faction fir’d,
Triumphant, in his country's arms expir'd:

Our * The upper gallery,


Our sun extinguish'd, terror Mook the ball, By great'good-luck of fortune, wind, and weather, And heaven retounded at her hero's fall.

Was dropp'd (so fays the tale) exactly hiTHE L. aho' truth pour'd golden light along the years, Suppose him then all-anxious in his zeal And crown'a her martyr high o'er all his peers; For LITERATURE, and the DRAMATIC Weal! Black Rancour burn'd, to blaft each heaven-born Suppose, thus eager, he unhapp’ly provid bloom,

His finance injur'd for the Muse he lov'd! And Murder Throwded virtue in the tomb. For some there are—but that is entre nous)

Then, like Vesuvius, blaz’d up honest rage! Who do not always give the bari his due; Then Juítice iighten'd from the impaflion'd page: And tho'he fpurnat WLALTH courts only FAMIA Then Liberty, irom her itar-studded throne,

What other trade can stand a lufing game 3 Down darting, mark'd the model all her own:

On these two grounds, our voluntary troop, For liberty, like air, all uncontin'd,

(New-levied forces, an unpractic'd groupe, Like reason, Magna Charta of mankind; Comes forth to-night, in LITERATURE'S doo The mean, the partial purpose heaps with scorn,

fence, But beams like glad:els laughing from the morn; And truits an AUTHOR to your better sense; Beams upon all, thoat Heaven's high command Truits ý your favour, prov'd in Russel's praile, She pours her brighter blessings on our land; Their monument of honour will upraise; Beams upon all, though nations proítrate lie; Nay, trusts their SPOUTING-Oh, the horrii Nor owns one charter'd llave beneath the sky.

Thame! Nor less the entbufiuft spurns her equal lway; Pray, damn it, and prevent their further blemet The screech-owi blind, ainid the blaze of day; No, they must speed, with soul, fo nobly kind Time yawn'd-and all was false fanatic light, To every dawn of merit in the mind. Mad meteor sweeping thro' the polar night; Propitious then, ( aid the double cause! Time woke--and ruin into Chaos hurl'd

Lo! Science finiles, secure of your applause. The conftitution, wonder of a world!

And that the Muse should suffer by her art, That sun round whom each ftated planet turns, Awakes each gen’rous feeling of your heart! When Majesty in all her glory burns,

To these we trutt, ý HONEST VOTES to Do Body and loul, are king and people“-prove (And may no future SCRUTINY remain!) Our sovereign lives but in his people's love; So Thall each actor, in his proper fphere, His people, too, their fathe, all adore;

Record the partial praise indulged him HER Be For virtue never brighter blaz'd before. Faction and falsehood to the venal llave, Freedom to Britons, freedom to the brave.

The ADDRESS ** Come the four corners of the world in arms, Spoken before the second and third ripresentaticf Unthaken we, but by our own alarms:

Dr. STRATFORD's Play of Lord Russet. For let but Britons, Heaven's heroic race, Hush the hoarse war of faction into peace,

EFORE this brilliant house once more we Britain herself a world-hall ever Itand,

bend, And dash the roaring billows from her land.

From deep distress to save a finking friend: Yes! Russel.'s blood still reignsin honeft veins,

In friend:hip’s cause to act a generous part, For freedom-*look, immortal freedom reigns.

And do y good which warm'd his patron's heart.
For tho unbleft in these his tragic lays,

Bright genius crowu'd his early youth with bays; The OCCASIONAL ADDRESS

In Grecian strains he bade the Mules fing, Written and spoken by Mr. Lucas before Dr. And urg'd his ilight to heav'n on Homer's wing.

STRATFORD 's Tragedy of Lord Kussel, He taught the Nine in their lov'd founds to speak, on Friday evening, diug. 24.

And our fut father, e'en Adam, Greek. [The Prompier calls aloud in bis place.] He bade, thro'ages dark, remote, and crar,

His British tree a Grecian fvion bear; CALL, call'm, boy! where's he that's tu begin?

And treading foft o'er all the claiic dead, [The Speaker enters on the opposite side, trembling.] Plac'd Homer's crov:n of bays on Milton's head.

But now around misfortunes, whirlwinds fly, ikin.

Obicure the day, and biot the light on high: # This aweful sight! I never can proceed I Fate threats aloud, thro' all the stygian dark, Unless their plaudits arm me for the deed To dath on Scylla's rocks his little bark. What magic in that sound! My fears disperse, Loud surges roar, once pleating prospects frown, -Another cheer---and then I may rehearse! And floods of troublid waters “preis him down;

I bend in thanks. And tho' untrun'd by ART, Yet itill our port, our hapless trend to fase, Tho'far unequal to one SCENIC fart;

We brave each blatt, and Item each stormy waves Tho', like to all wlo tread there boards to-night, No vain contention brought us here to-night, Unnery'd, unhing'd, the vic:imsot afrigt!; Or taught our bard, with other bards to write. Yet by your tavzur thous mp3, ind buid, 2 Too much we dread the night's approaching heat, A fimple tale, as fimply wrote as told,

To riik, in Drury's plains, a mean defeat; TO YOUR indulgent ears will I unteid.

For who can tee surrounding ruin hurld, Once on a TIM E---the PLACE mutt sure be Or itaud, unihock'd, amidit a burfing world?

Thro’all these scenes we've us'd ý pruning knite, For who, like Britons, claim the Muse's care?-- And each part breathes with renovated hits. A travellid bard launch'd in an air-ballion,

Frein towers to your impatient eyes we bring, Front some poetic quarter of the Moon, And the fort Mute has prun'd each ruti'd wips:

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To you the strives each beauty to adorn,

By novelty all rivalship to smother. And culls the role from ev'ry pedant thorn; Play follows play-one just as good as t'other; And now, methinks, loft beams of mercy rise, And now, to lull the dragons of the pit, To shed a rainbow in these atormy skies! Two Connoilleurs take counsel, wit with wit. Oh! may no further ills affail us here,

As thieves catch thieves, so poet convicts poet; And not a turtle's feather feel this air.

Their plan's all wrong--and I muit overthrow it. Oh! may we find some calm benignant ray, I am an author, too; my name is Bayes; Like Lethe's tide, to take all faults away; My trade is scribbling; my chief ícribbling, plays. So shall the fears which late perplex'd each breast, Many I've written, clapp'd by houses crammid By your kind (miles, be gently laid to rest. Acted with valt applaute!--and some few damn'd:

But ne'er tryed aught so low, or lo sublime, EPILOGUE to the SAME.

As tragedy in prote, or comedy in rhyme. Wririen and spoken by Mrs. BATIER. A comedy in rhyme! the thought's not new: Sone who 'scapes the horrors of a dream,

'Twas tryed long since and then it would not do.

What happy point the dialogue can crown, So have I 'scap'd the more than Stygian tiood

Set to the hacknied tune of Derry-down. Of tyrants icorn, and a lov'd husband's blood;

What Pegasus in flight can reach the spheres, 'Scap d with delight from dark ideal pain,

With bells, like packhorse, gingling at his ears? To the true bleflings of the present reign;

Smart profe gives hit for hit, and dash for daih, Where every virtue sparkles round the throne, Joke after joke, like lightening, Aath on flash. With native worth, and beauty all our own.

Retort so quick, and repartee so nimble, Thus, tho' my vefsel was on danger's brink,

'Tis all Prince Prettyman, and sharp Tom. Bound for its Cape-Good Hope shall never sink.

Thiinble! And let creation's lords say what they will,

As the piece itands, no critic could endure it, Thank Heaven! we have the odds of talking still; 'Twould die, but Bayes has a receipt to cure it. Elle how could I, the tragic business over,

And little Bayes, egad, has long been known So soon the power of utterance recover;

To make the works of others all his own. Like Milton, cast on evil times and tongues,

Whate'er your piece---'tis mine if you rehearse it; My part required prodigious itrength of lungs; Verse I transprose; and if prole, I transverse it. One lonely female, thro' five acts to brave Say but the word, l'll pull this drama down, On Sorrow's ocean each tempestuous wave,

And build it up again, to please the town. With no kind pilot in the tragic itorm,

The thing's unfalhion'd-yet it has some soul; Where griei afaulted me in every form,

The fable's neat-the characters are droll; Thrown by our author on that hectic age

The scope and moral has a right intention, Of lawless appetite, and bigot rage;

And asks no added labour of invention. I freely own the melancholy part

Rhyme's the mere superitructure; down it goes; Has left a mournful something at my heart;

The old foundation shall fupport my profe. A loft regretting languor, quite untit

If here and there fome sparks of genius shine, For this attempt, where chatte, yet ready wit,

I will not drop a thought, nor lose a line-
Should, like the lightning of those radiant eyes,
Correct, delight, enliven, and surprise.
Wild are my numbers, and my feelings quick,

Nor have I yet acquired one play-houle trick:
But sure the hearer will vouchiafe to bland,

Nay, lose the critic in the generous friend,

Written by E. TOPHAM, Esq. lo Friendship's cause a volunteer I came,

Spoken by Miss FARREN.
Intreating pity, yet submit to blame;
And tho' a itranger to dramatic lore,

S manners alter with the varying times,
I but presume to tremble on this floor.
Yet the great motive which inspires my heart,

Where wit-where moral, all in metre fowsMight to a Siddons some new charms impart,

-Say, would you choose an epilogue in prose? Extend her fame, if wider it can spread,

“ Do, if you dare!”'--you'll tell me--Ah! wo And add the faireft laurel to her head.

know it, Away then, fear, deipondency, and doubt,

There's nought so damning as a profing poet. My better angels drive such traitors out;

Belides, if, anxious for your country's good, Command our labours, and let your defire

The scrutiny liath tir'd your free-born blood; Forbid that Ruffel should again expire.

If the cool veitry late hath been your care, The dragon censure's wakeful eye-lids itecp, ?

Perhaps you've had enough of proting there; Create and lengthen the dread monster's fleep,

Where the crammid poll, before 1o plump and say, While we the harvest of his numbers reap;

Leilens, by lawinthalf a vale a-daySo shall the author find this honour'd piece,

And, on fair argungent and found pretence, And your protection prove a golden fiecce.

A member may be found--some ten years hence.

Profe then we drop: for in this stage-itruck hour, P R O L 0 GUE

Much is the aid we want, and great the power; To Mr. HAYLEY’s Comedy in Rhyme, called For fure our little army fuon must yield, The Two CONNOISSEURS.

When Drury's mighty monarch takes the field,

When Ruffel's rival excellence gives birth
Written by Mr. COLMAN,

Topatent tragedies, and mournful mirth:
Spoken by Mr. Willon, in the character of Bayes. Where one eternal handkerchier scarce dries
UR manager, long fince a councilleur', The exhausticís teass that towy fioin Bedford's

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Where crape and sables deaden all the scene, Where wit and argument for ever jar,
Till Hubert pops his pleatant head between: And “ Ages and Nues" keep up continnal war.
Till James, York, Rutiell, Peters, all engage, Here India triumphis-there unsmuggled team
And boxing Jetieries clears the crowded itage. And patronage is balanc'd--by bohea! .

Oh! had luch mighty forrow's ti!!'d my mind! While commutation-window-tax between
Me-whom itage articles and ialary bind, Pays her ten-pounds—for ten-pence sav'd on green,
The weighty taik had surely broke my lieart- Nor thefe alone complete the general din:
For I'm no voluntier, and can't depart! Without we grumble, as we fcold within
If such of tragedy the pleasing pam,

The quicken'd poit-office laments its cure, Say-who would ihut ý doors of Drury-lane? And clerks still with “ tveir posts" were tlow and “To act or not?--to let the houle-that's all

sure. - To get a little cath--or nonc at ail?"*

Such are the novelties whose force engage, Friends to the trade, and lett the market drop, With griet or joy, this tragi-comic age! As one ihuts up another opens thop;

May we “ the living manners” till pursue, For now, releas'd from length of patriot toil, And find your approbation ever new! One hoale or greater actors tieeps awhile,

* The gentleman who perforined the chara&er of Hubert, in Dr. Stratford's Lord Russell, attempted to quiet the tumult of mirth which his appearance always excited, by the following addrets: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I beg leave to tell you that we are but volunteers in the service, and it you don't choole to hear us, we can depart."


ARTICLE LXXX. ANECDOTES of the Ruffian Empire; in a series of Letters, written a few Years 40 from St. Petersburgh. 8vo. Cadell

.. (Concluded from Vol. II. page 324.) THE numerous classes of new public intituled Abiran, or the Victim of fanciedo cations, and the small portion of our Woe, which our readers cannot but remagazine which is allotted to the Li. member to have feen, in the poetical terary Review, has obliged us to defer department of our magazine for Fe. the conclufion of our account of this bruary latt, Vol. II. p. 127. entertaining volume to the present LETTER XXIV. Journal of the number. We shall now finith this weather for fifty-five days during the article:

winter 1769-70. LETTER XX: Contains an account LETTER XXV. Account of a comet, of the funeral of the Princess Kurakin, which was seen in Russia, in the year the ceremony of which Mr. Richardson 1769, with an account of fome other represents as being very folemn, though comets. This is an ingenious and enthe loudness of the lamentations was tertaining letter. duch as to destroy the pleasing melan LETTER XXVI. Presents us with choly which such fights ought to a description of the famous equeftrian produce.

ftatue of Peter the Great, and of the LETTER XXI. Exhibits a tranfla- rock intended for the pedestal. tion of the hymn chaunted at the aspal LETTER XXVII. Imitations of mus, or lait embrace of the princess. It fume German fables, which will have a was written originally in Greek, by the place in fome future number of our famous Joannes Damafcenus, and tranf- magazine. lated from him, for the use of the Rus LETTER XXVIII. to Letter XXXIV. fian church, into the Sclavonian dialect. Contains some very curious and inIt is curious, as, indeed, is every part teresting accounts of the state of the of the description of the funeral ce- Russians, as well peasants as men of reinony.

rank, with reflections on their governLETTER XXII. Gires us an account ment, modes of punishment, and on of a poor library belonging to the their national character. In these seven Academy, and of some relics of Peter letters our ingenious author has difthe Great.

played great infight into the human LETTER XXIII. Contains an admi- heart, and evinced no common share of rable translation of a German

poem, observation, We lament that our 4


confined limits will not permit us to merit of Englishmen. It is a sort of retribution; transcribe the whole of them -- we must and the worthielt incerrfe I am capable of offering

to the inanes of that great man." content ourselves with referring our

LETTER XLI. In this letter, we readers to the book. LETTER

XXXV. Contains fome find the following description of his verses on the death of a nightingale.

Royal Highness Prince Henry of Letter XXXVI. Account of goods Pruflia, the famous brother of the preexported from St. Peterburgh in 1 -69, fent King, who was then on a visit to by 326 English ships, and 247 of other the Empress of Russia. nations. These commodities cuft at

“ Prince Henry of Pruffia is one of the most

celebrated generals of the present age. So great firft above 6,964,504 roubles.

are his military talents, that his brother, who is Letter XXXVII. Contains an

not apt to pay compliments, l'ays of him--that account of the abdication of Victor in commanding an army he was never known to Amadeus, King of Sardinia, in the year commit a fault. This, however, is but a nega1730. This curious and interesting glory of superior genius, which, though capable

tive kind of praise. He reserves to himself the narrative was translated from the Italian, of brilliant achievements, is yet liable to unwary by a friend of Mr. Richardson. mittakes; and allows him no other than the

LETTER XXXVIII. Description of praite of correctness.. To judge of him by his the Hospodar or Prince of Wallachia, appearance, I thould form no high estimation of

But the Scythian amballadors who was taken prisoner by the Ruflians, judged in the same manner of Alexander the at the reduction of Chorzim. He was Great. He is under the middle fize; very thin; restored to his dominions at the peace, he walks firmly enougla, or rather struts, as if he but as he was suspected of having wanted to walk tirmly; and has little dignity in prored false te the Sultan, our readers and he wears his hair, which is remarkably will not be furprised to hear that he thick, clubbed, and dretled with a high coupees was soon after aliaffinated in his palace. His forehead is high; his eyes large, with a little LETTER XXXIX. Contains anec

fquint; and when he smiles, his upper lip is

drawn up a little in the middle. His look exdotes of the battle of Kahul, and of the preiles fagacity and observation; but nothing very Count Romanzow, who defeated the amiable: and his manncr is grave and itiít rather Vizir and the grand Turkish army. him, in a light blue trock, with tilver frogs; and

than affable. He was dreiicd, when I first few The following anealotes deferve

wore a red waistcoat, and blue breeches. He is transcription:

not very popular among the Ruffians; and ac* The count's earliest palfion was the love of cordingly, their wits are disposed to amuse themmilitary glory: his superior underítanding soon felves with his appearance, and particularly with convinced him, that improvement in his pro his toupce. They say he resembles Samplon; feffion could not, at that time, be obtained in that all his itrength lies in his hair; and that, Railia; and his eagernels determined him to a conscious of this, and recollecting the fate of the measure which his perseverance and addression of Manoah, he lutfers not the nigh apa enabled him to execute. He left his own country proaches of any deceitful Dalilah.” without the knowledge of his friends, and in The letter closes with a humourous lifted as a private soldier in the army of his Pruffian Majetty. Here he continued for fome description of a masquerade, and briltime; wis at length discovered; received promo

liant firework. tion suited to his rank; and did not return to LETTER XLII. Presents us with Rullia but in obcdience to the commands of his

an account of the consecration of the Sovereign. This anecdote receives fome con

waters. firmation from an exprellion in a letter from

This ceremony is as follows: Romanzow to the British ambassador, delivered “ A pavilion, supported by eight pillars, unby a Scotch officer who had been recommended der which the chiet part of the ceremony was to him by his lordthip, and who ferved with performed, was erected on the Moika, a itrean ditinguished honour to himlelf as a voluntier in which enters the Neva between the winter palace the Russian army. Of that letter, written ori and the Admiralty. On the top was a gilded ginally in French, the following is an extract:- tigure of St. John; on the lives were pictures "I countess I have always been ambitious of having of our Saviour, represented in different situations; the good opinion of your aation. I had much and within, immediately over the hole which intercourse with the natives of your country in was cut through the ice into the water, was my youth; and I reckon among them many suspended the figure of a dove. The pavilion was particular friends. Besides, the obligations I owe surrounded with a temporary fence of fire to the late Marefchal Keith, that is to lay, all branches; and a broad lane from the palace was the knowledge I have in my protettion, and con defended on each lide in a similar manner. The fequently ali my fortune, shall make me, on all paisage, by which the procetlion advanced, vas escalions, ardeatly delire to render juitice to the covered with red cloth. The banks of the river,


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