198 VERSES WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. There sleeps the dust of him for ever gone, How near the scene where once his glory shone! Still do I see (while through the vaults of night Oh! say, of him now rests there but a name; What though with war the madding nations rung, + Et rien enfin ne manque dans tous ces honneurs, que celui à qui on les rend. Bossuet, Oraison funèbre de Louis de Bourbon. Alluding particularly to his speech on moving a new writ for the borough of Tavistock, March 16, 1802. Blest EQUESTRIAN THEATRICALS. Blest were his hours within the silent grove, Whom most he lov'd, and in whose arms he died. THE EXCUSE. AN EPIGRAM 199 ON A VERY INDIFFERENT PREACHER, AT A CHURCH NEAR HANOVER SQUARE, THE VAULTS OF WHICH ARE CONVERTED INTO WINE-CELLARS. [From the British Press, May 2.] THE cellars so stock'd, one would think, might inspire The dullest of parsons with spirit to teach; And, seated below, not ev'n would tire But, over his liquor, he never could preach! April 30. EQUESTRIAN THEATRICALS. TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE. SIR, [May 2.] AFTER an absence of seven years, being obliged to come to town upon business, I went the other evening to Covent Garden-the play was The Gazette Extraordinary, which, to tell you the truth, about the third act, threw me into a sound sleep, from which I was roused by the clattering of the hoofs of the Prin cess of Mingrelia's Palfry-you may judge I was, during the rest of the representation of Timour, kept broad awake, by the bray of kettle-drums, the galloping of horses, and the clangor of trumpets-this greatly shocked and surprised me who remembered Garrick's time, when a fine tragedy was succeeded by an entertaining farce, and the audience dispersed, not merely amused, but I verily believe, improved, by the night's entertainment ;-but I will confess to you, what still more than the nummery astonished me, was, to behold the shouting and delirious acclamation that prevailed, and my hearing many grave men and women exclaim, “Delightful! charming! wonderful!” and, in a word, curvet round the whole circus of superlatives with as much alacrity as Bluebeard's charger. This, I own, puzzled me-I went home to my coffee house, took a tumbler of brandy and water, and still could not solve this phenomenon of bad taste. After a night's rather disturbed rest, in the morning at breakfast, a sort of solution of the difficulty occurred to me, which I beg permission to communicate to you We are becoming a warlike people, Mr. Editor. We had wars in Queen Anne's time; but then we fought by a sort of proxy; but at present the case is different, and the military spirit is diffused from the cot to the throne. Thanks to Buonaparte's threats of invasion, every man now is a soldier, and therefore naturally becomes enamoured of the "pomp, pride, and circumstance of glorious war;" and among them "the neighing steed," of course, holds a conspicuous place in his affections-the field of battle is become familiar to his thoughts ;" and from what before he would have turned in disgust, he now con templates with pleasure. It was just so in Rome-it was not till after the time of Terence, who was the friend of Scipio and Lælius, that the Romans took so violently violently to gladiatorial exhibitions; nor did they pre, fer them to his comedies, till, like us, they were at war with the whole world. Cæsar, in the true feeling of a martial critic, blames Terence for his want of spirit, and adds a wish, in which, I am sure, as ap plied to our modern dramatists, every playgoer of the present day heartily joins: Lenibus atque utinam scriptis, adjuncta foret vis comica. This spirit-stirring observation of Caesar's is, I am certain, the opinion of every militia and volunteer colonel throughout the nation-no wonder then that a body of such weight should have an influence in turning the scale of national taste. There is another, and a very strong concurring cause for this partiality towards equestrian performers; need I say that I allude to that respectable fraternity called the Four-in-hand Club; who, with laudable veneration for antiquity, are trying, as far as in them lies, to revive the glories of the Olympic Games in the exalted characters of mail coachmen: excellent members, not merely of the community, but of Parliament, they are preparing themselves to superintend the great scheme of the Post-office conveyances (invented by Mr. Palmer, who, unfortunately for himself, did not, like Lord Liverpool, make his bargain sure), and to obtain a personal knowledge of all the turnpike and bye roads. in the kingdom. Go on, brave youths, till, in some future age, 1. And guide, with equal reins, a steed or state. Yes, Mr. Editor, it is to the prevalence of the military spirit and the four-in-hand that I ascribe this passion. for equestrian mummery; and while I hail the cause, 4.20001: K 5 I cannot I cannot but say I am heartily grieved at the effects. But I have already trespassed too long on your time. I must now take my leave, and subscribe myself, Your obedient servant, OLIVER OLD TIMES. THE AGE. [From the same, May 3.] WOW arts improve in this aspiring age! Peers mount the box, and horses mount the stage; How arts improve, when modesty is dead, EPIGRAM, ON THE VOTE OF THE FREEDOM OF THE CITY OF LONDON TO THE PRINCE REGENT IN A WOODEN BOX. [From the Morning Post, May 6.] TO Princely George they give a box of wood, But thought a golden one for W- -e good; For well they knew-the patriot's price was gold. OWEN AP HOEL. THE PETITION OF THE ANCIENT AND COMICAL CORPORATION OF FARCES TO THE BRITISH PUBLIC, HUMBLY SHOWETH, THAT your Petitioners have a prescriptive right to the occupation of the stage next in order to the higher and more honourable denominations of the dramatic art, Tragedies, Comedies, and Operas. That, in consequence of this prescription, your Pe titioners |