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Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, What care, what rules, your heedless charms And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns,
[slave? Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, Each nymph your rival, and each youth your Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain :
Against your fame with fondness hale combines, No sounds, alas ! would touch th' impervious The rival batters, and the lover mines. ear,
(near; with distant voice neglected Virtue calls, Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus Less heard and less, the faint remonstrance falls; Nor lute nor lyre his feeble pow'rs attend, Tir'd with contempt, she quits the slipp'ry reign, Nor sweeter music of a virtuous friend;
And Pride and Prudence take her seat in vain. But everlasting dictates crowd his tongue, In crowd at once, where none the pass defend, Perversely grave, or positively wrong.
The harmless freedom, and the private friend. The still returning tale, and ling'ring jest, The guardians yield, by force superior ply'd: Perplex the fawning niece and pamper'd guest, To lot'rest, Frudence; and to Flattry, Pride. While growing hopes scarce awe the gath'ring Here Beauty falls betray'd, despis’d, distress'd, sneer,
And bissing Infamy proclaims the rest. And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear;
15 Where then shall Hope and Fear their ob. The watchful guests still hint the last offence;
jects find? The daughter's petulance, the son's expense, Must dull suspence corrupt the stagnant mind? linprove his heady rage with treach'rous skill, Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, And inould his passions till they make his will. Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade, Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise, Lay siege to life, and pre-s the dire blockade; No cries invoke the mercies of the skies? But unextinguish'd ar'rice still remains,
Inquirer, cease; petitions yet remain And dreaded losses aggravate his pains;
Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem religion vain.
But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime Implore his aid, in his decisions rest,
And strong devotion to the skies aspires,
For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill; Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune Alings, For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, To press the weary minutes' Aagging wings; Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat: New sorrow rises as the day returns,
These goods for man the laws of Heav'n ordain, A sister sickens, or a danghter mourns.
These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to Nuw kindred Merit fills the sable bier,
gain; Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear; With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, Year chases year, decay pursues decay, And makes the bappiness she does not find. Still drops some joy from with’ring life away; New forms arise, aud diff'rent views engage, Superfluous lags the vetran on the stage, Till pitying Nature signs the last release, And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.
SPUKEN BY MR. GARRICK,
AT THE OPENING OF THE THEATRE ROYAL, DRURY By Solon caution’d to regard his end, [scend,
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare
[rose; flow, And Swifc expires a driv'ler and a show.
Each change of many colour'd life he drew, 1 The teeming mother, anxious for her race,
Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Begs for each birth the fortune of a face ;
Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring; And panting Time toild after him in vain. And Sedley curs'd the form that pleas'd a king.
His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes,
And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast. Whom pleasure keeps too busy to be wise ;
Then Jonson came, instructed from the Whom joys with soft varieties invite,
school, By day the frolic, and the dance by night;
To please in method, and invent hy rule ; Who frowej with vanity, who smile with art,
His studious patience and laborious art, And ask the latest fashion of the heart;
By regular approach assail'd the heart;
15 Ver. 346-366.
14 Ver. 289—345. VOL. XVI.
Cold Approbation gave the ling’ring bays, From grov'ling business and superfluous care, For those, who durst not censure, scarce could Ye sons of Avarice, a moment spare ! praise.
Vot'ries of Fame, and worshippers of Power, A mortal born, he met the gen'ral doom,
Dismiss the pleasing phantoms for an hour ! But left, like Egypt's kings, a lasting tomb. Our daring bard, with spirit unconfin'd,
The wits of Charles found easier ways to fame, Spreads wide the mighty moral for mankind. Nor wish'd for Jooson's art, or Sbakspeare's Learn bere how Heav'n supports the virtuous flame.
[sign'd, Themselves they studied, as they felt they writ; Daring, though calm; and vig'rous, though reIntrigue was plot, obscevity was wit.
Learn here, what anguish racks the guilty breast, Vice always found a sympathetic friend;
In pow'r dependent, in success deprest. They pleas'd their age, and did not aim to mend. Learn here that peace from innocence must fos; Yet bards like these aspir'd to lasting praise, All else is empty sound and idle show. And proudly hop'd to pimp in future days, If truths like these with pleasing language Thcir cause was gen’ral, their supports were
join : strong,
[long : Eonobled, yet unchang'd, if Nature shine ; Their slaves were willing, and their reign was If no wild draught depart from reason's rules, Till Shame regaind the post that Sense betray'd Nor gods his heroes, nor his lovers fools: And Virtue callid Oblivion to her aid.
Intriguing wits! bis artless plot forgive ; Then, crush'd by rules, and weaken'd as re- And spare bim, beauties! though his lovers lire. fin'd,
Be this at least his praise, be this his pride; For years the pow'r of Tragedy declin'd; To force applause no modern arts are try'd. From bard to bard the frigid caution crept, Should partial cat-calls all his hopes confound, Till Declamation roar'd whilst Passion slept; He bids no trumpet quell the fatal sound. Yet still did Virtue deign the stage to tread, Should welcome sleep relieve the weary wit, l'hilosophy remain'd, thougb Nature Aed. He rolls no thunders o'er the drowsy pit. But forc'd, at length, her antient reign to quit, No snares to captivate the judgment spreads, She saw great Faustus lay the ghost of Wit; Nur bribes your eyes to prejudice your beads. Exulting Folly hail'd the joyful day,
Unmov'd thongh witlings sneer and rivals rail; And Pantomime and Song copfinn'd her sway. Studious to please, yet not asham'd to fail.
But who the coming changes can presage, He scorns the meek address, the suppliant straip, And mark the future periods of the stage? With merit needless, and without it vain. Perhaps, if skill could distant times explore, In reason, nature, truth, be dares to trust : New Behns, new Durfeys, yet remain in store ; Ye fops, be silent: and ye wiis, be just ! Perhaps wbere Lear has rav'd, and Hamlet dy'd, On flying cars new sorcerers may ride : Perhaps (for who can guess th'effects of chance?)
PERSONS OF TIJE DRAMA. Here Hunt may box, or Mahomet 'may dance.
Hard is bis lot that, here by Fortune plac'd, Must watch the wild vicissitudes of taste;
MAHOMET, emperor of the Turks, Mr. Barry. With ev'ry meteor of caprice must play,
CALI BASSA, first visier,
Mr. Berry. And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day.
MUSTAPUA, a Turkish aga,
Mr. Sorden. Ah! let not Censure term our fate our choice,
ABDALLA, an officer,
Mr. Havart. The stage but echoes back the public voice;
Mr. Usher. The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give,
DEMETRIUS, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Greek noblemen, Then prompt no more the follies you decry,
Mr. Blakes As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die;
MURZA, an eunuch.
Mr. King 'Tis yours, this night, to bid the reigu com
Mrs. Cibber. To chase the charms of sound, the pomp of show, Irene,
Mrs.Pritchardi. For useful mirth and salutary woe;
Attendants on Irene.
DEMETRIUS AND LEONTIUS, in Turkish habits
And is it thus Demetrius meets his friend,
Hid in the mean disguise of Turkish robes, Ya glittring train, whom lace and velvet bless, with servile secrecy to lurk in shades, Suspend the suft solicitudes of dress!
And vent our suff'rings in clandestine groans? 1 Hunt, a famous boxer on the stage ; Maho
DEMETRIUS. met, a rope-dancer, who had exhibited at Co- Till breathless fury rested from destruction, vent-Garden theatre the winter before, said to These groans were fatal, these disguises vain ; be a Turk.
But now our Turkish conquerors have quebchd
Their rage, and pall’d their appetite of murder; | Each night, protected by the friendly darkness,
And, weeping, kiss the venerable ruins :
With silent pangs I view the tow'ring domes, LEONTIUS.
Sacred to pray'r; and wander through the Yet Greece enjoys no gleam of transient hope,
streets, No soothing interval of peaceful sorrow;
Where commerce lavish'd unexhausted plenty, The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest, And jollity maintain’d eternal revels. The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless, The last corruption of degenerate man! Urg'd by th' imperious soldier's fierce command, --How chang’d, alas !--Now ghastly desolation The groaning Greeks break up their golden ca. In triumph sits upon our shatter'd spires;
[envy, Now superstition, ignorance, and errour, Pregnant with stores that India's mines might Usurp our temples, and profare our altars. Th’aceumulated wealth of toiling ages.
From ev'ry palace bursts a mingled clamour, That wealth, too sacred for their country's use ! The dreadful dissonance of barb'rous triumph, That wealth, too pleasing to be lost for freedom! Shrieks of affright and wailings of distress. That wealth, which, granted to their weeping Oft wben the cries of violated beauty prince,
Arose to Heav'n, and pierc'd my bleeding breast, Had rang'd embattled nations at our gates ! I felt thy pains, and trembled for Aspasia. But, thus reservd to lure the wolves of Turkey, Adds shame to grief, and infamy to ruin. Lamenting av'rice now too late discovers, Aspasia! spare that lov'd, that mournful name : Her own neglected in the public safety.
Dear hapless maid-tempestuous grief o'erbears
My reasoning pow'rs-Dear, hapless, lost As.
Sospend the thought.
All thought on her is madness; The clouds, a signal of impending show'rs
Yet let me think see the helpless maid, To warn the wand'ring linnet to the shade,
Behold the monsters gaze with savage rapture, Beheld without concern expiring Greece,
Behold how lust and rapine struggle round her! And not one prodigy foretold our fate.
Awake, Demetrius, from this dismal dream, A thousand horrid prodigies foretold it.
Sink not beneath imaginary sorrows; A feeble government, eluded laws,
Call to your aid your courage and your wisdom; A factious populace, luxurious nobles,
Think on the sudden change of human scenes; And all the maladies of sinking states.
Think on the various accidents of war; When public villany, too strong for justice, Think on the mighty power of awful virtue ; Shows bis bold front, the harbinger of ruin, Think on that Providence that guards the yood.. Can brave Leontius call for airy wonders, Which cheats interpret, and which fools regard? When some neglected fabric nods beneath O Providence! extend thy care to me, The weight of years, and totters to the tempest, For courage droops unequal to the combat, Must Heav'n dispatch the messengers of light,
And weak philosophy denies her succours. Or wake the dead, to warn us of its fall? Sure some kind sabre in the heat of battle,
Ere yet the foe found leisure to be cruel,
Dismiss'd her to the sky.
Some virgin-martyr, Conducts their armies, and asserts their cause. Perhaps, enamourd of resembling virtue,
With gentie hand restrain'u the streams of life,
And snatch'd her timely from her country's fate. And yet, my friend, what miracles were wrought Beyond the pow'r of constancy and courage? Did unresisted lightning aid their cannon?
From those bright regions of eternal day, Did roaring whirlwinds sweep us from the ram
Where now thou shin’st among thy fellow-saints, parts?
[Leontius, Array'd in purer light, look down on me: 'Twas vice that shook our nerves, 'twas vice, In pleasing visions and assuasive dreams, That froze our veins, and wither'd all our pow'rs. O! sooth my soul, and teach me how to lose
thee. LEONTIUS. IV hate'er our crimes, our woes demand com- Enough of unavailing tears, Demetrius : passion.
I came obedient to thy friendly summons,
And hop'd to share thy counsels, not thy sorrows :
DEMETRIUS. While thus we mourn the fortune of Aspasia,
Observe him closely with a statesman's eye, To what are we reserv'd?
Thou that hast long perus'd the draughts of Na
And know'st the characters of vice and virtue,
Left by the hand of Heav'n on buman clay.
His mien is lofty, bis demeanour great;
Nor sprightly folly wantons in his air, But whence this new-sprung hope ?
Nor dull serenity becalms his eyes.
Such had I trusted once as soon as seen,
But cautious age suspects the flattring form, The chief, whose wisdom guides the Turkish Has silence press'd her seal upon his lips ?
And only credits what experience tells. counsels.
Does adamantine faith invest his heart? He, tir'd of slavery, though the highest slave,
Will he not bend beneath a tyrant's frown? Projects at once our freedom and his own;
Will he not melt before ambition's fire?
Will he not soften in a friend's embrace?
Or flow dissolving in a woman's tears?
Sooner the trembling leaves shall find a voice, His kind intelligence betray'd their measures ; And tell the secrets of their conscious walks ; Their arms prevail'd, though Cali was our friend. Sooner the breeze shall catch the flying sounds,
And shock the tyrant with a tale of treason.
Your slaughter'd multitudes, that swell the sbore When the tenth sun had set upon our sorrows,
With monuments of death, proclaim his couAt midnight's private hour, a voice unknown
Virtue and liberty engross his soul [rage;
I scorn a trust unwillingly repos'd;
Consult in private, call me when your scheme Pensive and list'ning to the beating surge.
Is ripe for action, and demands the sword. There, in soft hints and in ambiguous phrase,
(Going With all the diffidence of long experience, That oft' had practis'd fraud, and oft detected, The vet'ran courtier half reveal'd his project. Leontius, stay. By his command, equipp'd for speedy flight, Deep in a winding creek a galley lies, Mann'd with the bravest of our fellow-captives,
Forgive an old man's weakness, Selected by my care, a bardy band,
And share the deepest secrets of my soul,
My wrongs, my fears, my motives, my designs.-
Embroild the Turkish state, our sultan's fatbct,
Great Amurath, at my request, forsook So small a force? or why should Cali fly?
The cloister's ease, resum'd the tott'ring throde, Or how can Cali's flight restore our country?
And snatch'd the reins of abdicated porr
This fir'd the youthful king's ambitious breast : Reserve these questions for a safer hour ;
He murmurs vengeance at the name of Cali, Or hear himself, for see the Bassa comes.
And dooms my rash fidelity to ruin.
Unhappy lot of all that shine in courts, DEMETRIUS, LEONTIUS, CALI BASSA. For fore'd compliance, or for zealous virtoe,
Still odious to the monarch or the people.
Such are the woes when arbitrary pow'r
And lawless passion hold the sword of justice. If, chasing past events with vain pursuit,
If there be any land, as fame reports, Or wand'ring in the wilds of future being,
Where common laws restrain the prince and
subject, A single thought now rove, recall it home. But can thy friend sustain the glorious cause,
A happy land, where circulating pow'r The cause of liberty, the cause of nations ?
Flows through each member of th' embodia
Sure, not unconscious of the mighty blessing,
The sultan gaz'd, he wonder'd, and he lov'd : Sure, all unite to hold her league of rule
In passion lost, he bade the conquering fair
Renounce her faith, and be the queen of Turkey. Unbroken as the sacred chain of Nature, That links the jarring elements in peace.
The pious maid, with modest indignation,
Threw back the glittering bribe.
Celestial goodness! Burning in vain, delays the stroke of death?
It must, it must be she; her name?
Young, and unsettled in his father's kingdoms,
What hopes, what terrours, rush upon my so'] ! Secure he tramples my declining fame,
O lead me quickly to the scene of fate; Frowns unrestrain'd, and dooms me with his Break through the politician's tedious forms: eyes.
Aspasia calls me; let me fly to save her.
On Asia's coast,
These tedious narratives of frozen age
Distract my soul; dispatch thy lingering tale ; Fills all th' astonish'd empire with confusion,
Say, did a voice from Heav'n restrain the tyMy policy shall raise an easy throne ;
rant ? The Turkish pow'rs from Europe shall retreat,
Did interposing angels guard her from him? And harass Greece no more with wasteful war. A galley mann'd with Greeks, thy charge, Leontius,
Just in the moment of impending fate,
Another plund'rer, brought the bright Irene:
Fear in her eye, submission on her tongue,
Her mournful charms attracted his regards, And gives a thousand fatal questions birth :
Disarm'd his rage, and in repeated visits Why stor'd for flight and why prepard by Gain’d all his heart! at length his eager love Cali ?
To her transferr'd the offer of a crown.
This hour I'll beg, with unsuspecting face,
Nor found again the bright temptation fail ! Leave to perform my pilgrimage to Mecca ; Which granted, hides my purpose from the world.
Trembling to grant, nor daring to refuse,
With coy caresses and with pleasing wiles
She feeds his hopes, and sooths him to delay. How can a single hand attempt a life
For her, repose is bauish'd froin the night, Which armies guard, and citadels enclose ?
And business from the day. In her apartments
And there must fall.
But yet tb'attempt
In Sophia's temple !-What alarm !-Proceed.