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That voice too Rolla heard, and, greatly by misfortunes in trade, and confidence

brave,

His Cora's dearest treasure died to fave,
Gave to the hopeless Parent's arms her child,
Beheld her transports and expiring smil'd.
That voice ye hear-Oh! be its will obey'd,
'Tis Valour's impulse and 'tis Virtue's aid—
It prompts to call, benevolence admires,
To all that heav'nly Piety infpires,

To all that praise repeats thro' lengthen'd years,

That honour fanctifies, and time reveres.

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25. FORTUNE'S FROLIC, a Farce,

was acted the first time at Covent Garden

for the benefit of Mr. Whitfield. The principal Characters by Mr. Fawcett, Mr. Knight, Mr. Clarke, Mr. Emery, Mr. Simmons, Mr. Abbot, Mrs. Davenport, Mifs Sims, and Mrs. Martyr. Though this piece was produced at a benefit, it deferves and will probably be again prefented to the public in a more reputable manner. It poffeffes much originality of character, and was very fuccefsful in its reprefentation. Fawcett's comic powers were very happily displayed.

JUNE 10. Covent Garden Theatre cloled with Ramah Droog and The Birth-day.

15. The Haymarket Theatre opened with Peeping Tom, The Village Lawyer, and FAMILY DISTRESS, a Play, from the German of Kotzebue, afted for the first time. The Characters as follow:

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ill placed, Maxwell is reduced to the utmoft diftrefs, having a wife, child, and old blind mother, to fupport; much in debt, and without refource. Walwyn, indeed, had met him in the ftreet, and, suspecting his condition, had made him fpontaneous offers of friendship. delicacy of Maxwell, however, forbids his receiving affiftance from the lover of his wife. A draft for a thousand pounds is fent to him from an unknown friend, whom he fufpects to be Walwyn; and earnestly appealing to his wife, the confeffes that the letter containing this draft is in the hand writing of Walwyn. Reduced even to the want of food, which had been for fome time hardly earned by the induftrious labours of his wife's needle, Maxwell hurries into the street in queft of the lowest employment for mere fubfiftence for his family. A gamefter offers to let him into a fhare of plunder at play; a man, engaged in a lawfuit, if he will be a fuborned witnefs; and an agent for the East India fervice, promifes him a place abroad, if he will quit his family.-Principles of integrity induce him to reject all thofe propofals. He next applies to Harrington, a gentleman of great wealth, who is full of agony, on the lofs of a fon recently drowned.Harrington's charity is obstructed by his parental grief. At length, difappointed in all his aims, Maxwell applies to Walwyn, not for pecuniary affittance, but for protection to his family, when he fhall have gone to the East; not meaning, however, to enter upon the voyage, but to get rid of his miferies and his life together. For this purpose he plunges into the Thames, but is drawn out before the vital principle is extinguished, and is restored by Agents of the Humane Society. Harrington, hearing of the event, influenced by the confideration, that a being has been faved from the element that deftroyed his fon, determines to adopt Maxwell as his heir; and the piece concludes with a moral exhortation against the evils of despair.

This piece is the SELF IMMOLATION of this fuccefsful Author, whole performances have been lately fo often naturalized on the English ttage. There is little variety of charader in it, and the direts which pervades the whole play is of a kind which it may be doubtful how far it is proper for ftage reprefentation. It however powerfully feizes the imagination, and the meral, recommending a reliance on Providence, and for

bidding

bidding Defpair, is fuch as claims the approbation of the fpectator. The fcene is laid in London, and in our own times, in which it is to be prefumed that fuch a fcene of mifery could not exist. It therefore wants a reasonable degree of probability. The acting was very good,

particularly by Mr. Pope and Mifs Chapnan; and Mr. Swindall, who now firft appeared in London, gave the character of Harrington confiderable importance. As a fubftitute for Mr. Aickin he fhewed that he would be a very ufeful performer.

POETRY.

FANCY, AN IRREGULAR ode. BY DR. GRAINGER *.

I.

WHAT lunacy diftra&ts my foul?

What facred fury wings me through the sky?

Beneath my feet the rattling thunders roll;
1 mount, I fly.

The moon's dim earth's already past,
Uriel, to thy fublimer orb I hate.
Fancy broods amid thy rays,

I fee the Phoenix fhooting from thy blaze!
Fair winged steeds, more bright
Than Alpine fnows or new-born light,
Whirl her chariot thro' the skyes.
Before her Imitation flies,
Rob'd in a lucid veil

Of ever-changing shape and hue,

And with a piercing eye looks Nature through.
The Sifter Arts (her filial train) around
Catch her fhape, her thought, her found;
From each embolden'd dafh what wonders
ftart?

Nature's improv'd by art !
The foremost steed

Fire-clad Inspiration rides,
Lafhing with furious fpeed,
The airy vail proceffion guides.
The clouds their gayeft liverys wear,
Myriads of fpruce ideas crowd the rear,
And fymphony afcends from every sphere,

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When formless chaos started into shape,
And reft coeval leapt to organ'd life;
Thou firft exulting didft defcry,
Light ope the modeft morning's eye;
The Negroe darkness in a stole of crape,
With frowning tardiness withdrew,
Then colours first forfook their antient tra!!
And firm collected in a beamy band
Down flew,

And pouring diverfe o'er the new-made ball, Painted the curling clouds, valt deep, and cry-broad land.

Thou faw'ft yon Sun, like a rich bridegroom dreft,

First bursting from the East,

Then infant Spring waik'd forth in chearful

green;

Red Summers' blush adorn'd the rofy scene; Then laughing Autumn plump and blythe, Sprung with the dawn and what her scythe; Laft churkish Winter, wrapp d in furs of bear,

Lafh'd on his iron wane, and clos'd the varied year.

Earth, Octan, Air, the Stars of Morning fang.

The wandering Planets ftopp'd to hear,
And Heaven with acclamations rung.
IV.

From thee Cupid ftole his bow,
On Pan thou didst his outen pipe bestow,
Thou platft with foakes the fury's hair;
And gav`it Medufa the petrific air.

* See Vol XXXIV, p. 192.

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The fhades of Pindus and the facred Nine,
And Aganippe's vocal fount are thine.
The Sylphs and Gnomes that on the fair at
tend,

Or round their robes in fhining fquadrons
Aray,

Or in Neæra's ringlets ftray,

For being on thy breath depend.
The love-creating zone thy fingers plac'd
Round Cytherea's taper wafte.

Nor lefs thy bounty to the wondrous pair,
lerne's boast, and Britain's care *,
Thou to them gav'ft thy choicest bloom,
Their fhafts and feather'd from thy plume.
The naked Graces three

Link'd in comely harmony,

And while Pan his flocks among
Jocund pipes a Sylvan fong,
His flocks fcatter'd o'er the mead,
Lift'ning all forget to feed..
Jollity and sportive spring,
To the lay refpondent fing,
And with rofy chaplets bound
Lightly trip the flowery ground.
Cupid haunts the myrtle shade,
And woos the unreluctant maid.
Each new created object gives delight,
And more than Arcady pours on the fight.
VII.

Without thy fmiles fpruce opulence gives
pain,

Thou can't knock off the wretches' chain;

Derive their wond'rous charms alone from Infpir'd by thee, brown drudgery fings

thee.

V.

With you Milton rapt on high,
Trac'd all the wonders of the sky,
Enter'd unbah'd the bleft abodes

Where darkness throuds the God of Gods.
But hark!

The Archangel's trump founds dire alarms,
All Heaven's in arm.

The rebel hoft the arch apoftate leads,
The hierarchy bleeds.

Pertentous comets glare!

Vaft torn up mountains hade the air!
He comes, he comes !

The fon of God to war

Whirlwinds draw his living Car.

Heaven's fediaft deep foundations shake,
Lightnings flash and thunders break:
Havock and wild uproar,

Th' Apoftate legions goar,

Th' Arch fiend and furious Moloch quake.
All drop their bolts, and diverse fly,
Like chaff before the gloomy North;
Heaven burfts hide: us beneath their feet,
And the fweet mercy check'd the fon's pur-
fuit,

They plunge incontinent, and howling cry,
To Hell to fling her brazen portals wide,
And in her boiling leas of flame their anguish

hide,

VI.

At thy glance the defart blooms,
And Iragrance flings her rich perfumes.
Effulgent Fancy, at thy ray
Zembla's age frozen mountains melt away.
Her Na.ads from their icy fetters freed,
Wondering falute the new-enamell'd mead.
Whute on their banks thy own (weet Cygnets
fing,

Her night becomes an endless day,
Her winter an eternal fpring.

The flock dove thrills her plaintive ftrain,
Ceres waves her golden grain.

Around the Elm with wanton twine
Curls the cuiter-blushing Vine.

Of ruddy Mopfa's charms;

Nor envies the proud state of feepter'd Kings,
Plenty without thee pines amid his ftore;
Thou fpread'At an ample banquet to the poor.
At courts thou can'ft fequefter'd peace fup-

ply,

And cottages are courts when thou art nigh.
Proteus fpleen expands his footy wings,
And fullen from thy prefence flings.
Podagra on a mattress bound,

Light traverses with thee this earthy round,
O'er Alpine ridges nimbly foars,

And vifits unfatigued the polar shores.

VIII.

Come then, while 1 upon a bank reclin`d,
Where not a breath of wind

Or fhakes the trees, or whispers thro' the
brake;

Or ftirs yon fheety lake.

Ere Phofphor leave the sky,

Or morn of rofy hue

From old Tithonus bofom fly,

To fhower on earth the pearly dew.
O bid ten thousand shadowy forms arise,
And skim before my raptur'd eyes.

With bufkin'd Emperors now I feem to
ftrut,

Now faunter to the ftraw-thatch'd hut;
Now frown on thrones where Cæfar fat,
And then with fimple fhepherds chat.
Anon I ride fublime on Saturn's.ring,
Now on the turf effus'd hear thrushes fing
Thro' every folar fyftem then I rove,
Or plunge me in the dusky grove.
Then on the verge exulting hing
Of nature's fartheft ftar, and hear its fyren
fing.

IX.

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prove

Her naked charms with all the wiles of love.
And tho' a golden cloud is spread around,
Clafp'd in each other's arms I fee
Th' imperial pair on the flower-fhooting
ground

Expire in amorous exítacy.

The Heavens their choiceft influence shed
On the fpontaneous rofy bed.

Old Ida feels th' enamour'd God,

And all his tops and forests shake with joy.
XI.

With you through all the Signior's guards I
pafs,

. In vain grim eunuchs bar my way, and doors of brass.

In the feraglio's innermost recefs
Each greedy raptur'd sense I feast
On all the flaming beauties of the East.
But lovely Fancy wou'd you charm me more,
Than fong can tell, or poet ever knew,
Affume a fairer face than e'er you wore,
Fairer than pen or pencil drew,

And bring Neæra to my ravish'd view.
Soft emotion in her look,
Let her listen to my woes
In an arbour, by a brook

That invites to foft repose.

The vifion works, I clafp the maid,
Trembling, fighing,
Half complying,

Struggling, wishing, fond, afraid.

Dear arbour, thicken to a closer shade,
Let none profane love's myftic orgyes (py,
I faint, I dye,

Far, far each vulgar fascinating eye!

ODE

FOR HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH DAY,

BY H. J. PYE, ESQ.

SET TO MUSIC BY SIR W. PARSONS,

STILI, fhail the brazen tongue of War
Drown every fofter found:

Still fhall AMBITION's iron Car

It's crimson axles whirl around!
Shall the fweet Lyre and Flute no more
With gentle defcant foothe the fhore,
Pour in melodious train the votive Lay-
And hail in notes of Peace our MONARCH'S
Natal Day?

O, Seraph PEACE, to thee the Eye
Looks onward with delighted gaze;
For thee the Matron breathes the figh-

To thee their vows the Virgins raife;
For thee the Warrior cuts his courfe
Thro' armies rang d in martial force,
Tho' diftant far thy holy form is feen,
And Mountains rife, and Oceans roll be.
tween!

Yet ev'ry fword that War unheaths,

And ev'ry fhout that Conqueft breathes, Serve but to make thy bleft return more fure, Thy glorious form more bright, thy empire

more fecure!

When Northward from his wintry goal,
Returns the radiant Gon of DAY,
And, climbing from th' Antarctic Pole,

Pours ev'ry hour a stronger ray,
Yet, as he mounts thro' Vernal Signs,
Oft' with diminish'd beams he shines;
Arm'd with the Whirlwind's ftormy force,
Rude MARCH arrefts his fiery course,
Sweeps o'er the bending Wood, and roars
Infuriate round the wave-worn Shores ;
O'er the young Bud while APRIL pours
The pearly Hail's ungenial fhow`ers,
Yet balmy Gales and cloudlefs Skies
Shall hence in bright fucceffion rife;
Hence MAIA's Flow'rs the brow of SPRING

adorn,

Hence SUMMER'S waving Fields and Au-
TUMN's plenteous Horn!
From climes where Hyperborean rigours frown
See his bold hands the warlike Vet'ran
bring;

Rous'd by the Royal Youth's renown
Loud AUSTRIA's Eagle claps her vig'rous
wing

Mid' fair HESPERIA's ravag'd Dales! The fhouts of War the Gallic Plund'rers hear, Th' avenging arm of JUSTICE learn to fear ; And low his creft th' infulting Despot vails, While their collected Navy's force Speeds o'er the Wave its defuitory courfe,

*See Drog. Laert, in the Life of Plato. + Philip.

After the defeat of Charones,

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From BRITAIN'S guardian Fleet receding far, Their proudeft wreath to 'fcape, nor meet the shock of War!

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Addieffed by Mrs. OPIE to her Husband, on his painting the Picture of her Friend

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Mrs. Twiss, at her Request.

A'L to thy pencil! Well its glowing art
Has traced thofe features pictur'd en
my heart;

Now the' in diftant fcenes fhe fon will rove,
St.li fhall I here behold the friend I love;
Still fee that fmile endearing truly kind,
The eye's mild beam that speaks the candid
mind,

Which sportive oft, yet fearful to offend,
By humour charms, but never wounds a
friend.

Within my breast contending paffions rife When this lov'd femblance fafcinates my eyes;

Now pleas'd I mark the painter's skillful line, Now joy, because the skill I mark was thine; And while I prize the gift by thee bestow'd, My heart proclaims I'm of the Giver proud; Thus pride and friendship war with equal frite,

And now the Friend exults, and now the Wije.

A SONNET TO THE RIVER WANDLE.

SINCE, Wandle, on thy banks a youth I ftray'd,

Full many a year of fruitlefs toil has paft;
And many an hour of pain and care, fince
Jaft

I trod these fields, or linger'd in this shade:
As I furvey thee, once-lov'd stream, I figh,
And mufe on happier years, when friend-
Ship's fmile

Smooth'd the rude way of life, and hope

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And rich bedeck'd with orient pearls
Placid graceful mid thine ivory curls,
Pure as a voital faint array'd

In varying glow of light and shade,
Com' to rtfect with mimic ray
The fplendeurs of the god of day.
Cloth'd in his bright etherial robe of flame,
His ray-girt head no more rich beams adorn;
But lo! with bathful forehead Phoebus tame,
Of all his noontide glories fhorn,

Earth's fhadowy crown as Twilight 'gins to

weave,

And Hefper lights the ftarry lamp of Eve,
Soft finking on whofe downy breast
He feeks the Leathean power of reit,
The toils of day in Ocean's wave to drown,
While Deep's refresh'ning dews his golden
eyelids crown.

Now while his lingering radiance fades,
O'erwhelny'd by Evening's closing shades,
With beams of mellow tinted hue,
Thy treffes gem'd with fragrant dew,
Sweet power of foftnefs, Luna mild,
Thou huntress of the reebuck wild,
From yonder fapphire throne of blue
Thou lovely meet it my penfive view,
While round each aftral gem that glows,
Spangling adorns thy lilly brows.
Come chaften'd queen who rul'ft the fober
night,

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Thro' heaven's bright arch in filvery bright

nefs rove,

And clothe in reflections borrow'd robe of light

Some flower fring'd stream or fairy haunted grove,

Where all fupine in mufing 1 may lay,
And watch thy fhadow haft'ning thro' the
Or on the quivering waters play, (clouds ;
Till chaos black thy amber vifage shrouds,
Then hear the nightingale complain
In fome fadly pleafing ftrain,

Singing reclufe amid the fhades of Eve,
And teaching him the love lorn youth to
Who nightly spends his dreary hours [grieve,
Mid Sallow Autumn's leaf firewn bowers,
And to "lone Echo" fadly tells
How, won by Hope's enticing fpells,
In rofeate links Love wove has artful chain,
Till Difappoinment fickening came,
And blighted each fair blossom'd thought
Which Fancy's air fpun vifions wrought;
Then glancing from thy throne on ingh,
Mild regent of the ambient sky,
Smoothing Night's rugged brows, awhile
Thou bid'ft his forrows wear a mile,
And with thy fainted looks dost calm
His woes with refignation's balmi
Queen of the pearly Bow and Crefcent, hail!
O Cynthia! Goddess filver, fair, and bright,
Still may'ft thou fmile, and with thy radiance

pale,

Cheer the wide earth" with beams of heav'nly light.

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