As jovial CooKE, whose thirsty soul His grief and joy, his love and ire, So HARRY, whether doom'd to roam In TWICKENHAM's shady bowers; From SOMERSET's beloved house, "Oh, ousted wHIGS! companions boon! Prove kinder than our master. Let us but stick together still, With SHERRY'S luck, and SHERRY'S skill, You need not fear disaster. "For know, my friends, the prince has sworn, Altho' these sinecures be torn Away from our pretensions; That in some dear uncertain hour, On us its posts and pensions. "Ye whose stout hearts would ne'er submit To all the eloquence of PITT, Fir'd with the love of places; Drink deep, and banish care and woe, To-morrow we are doom'd to know Short commons and long faces!" H. The COMET, as seen with a Night Glass of a power of about 40, and field of 8o nearly, of the late Mr. DUNN, the astronomical lecturer, improved by NAIRNE and BLUNT. TO THE COMET: NOW SO BEAUTIFULLY CONSPICUOUS. From paths where faintly gleams our solar ray, Some image of the glories to convey, Awaiting man in his eternal home! Where neither storms approach, nor clouds, nor gloom; The pure expanse of Ether;-bright as play Nor view thee, with transcendant beauty endu'd, But rather deem an orb so fair as thou To us and other worlds dispenses vital good! ODE TO SENTÍMENT. I. DAUGHTER of dulness! canting dame! C. L. Soft cradled in thy sluggish arms, E'en footpads prate of guilt's alarms, Affect the melting mood, and drop the pitying tear. When first, to tickle Britain's nose, HUGH KELLY raised his leaden quill, Poor comedy! thine opiate lore Till GOLDSMITH all thy hopes dismay'd, And drove thee from the stage by ToNY LUMPKIN's aid. III. Scar'd by thy lanthorn visage, flee To Sadler's Wells, by DIBDIN taken, With him they vow to dwell, nor find themselves forsaken. IV. Soliloquy, with clamorous tongue, That brings the lord knows what to view, And affectation pert and young, Swearing to love-the lord knows who. Still round the midnight cauldron caper: Warm charity with Newland's paper, And baby bounty not unwilling To give to mother dear her new King George's shilling. V. Oh gently o'er the modern stage, Fair preacher, raise thy deafening din! Not with the metaphoric rage, That guides the sword of Harlequin. (As erst thou didst the town amuse) With tender bailiffs, generous Jews, Socratic hosiers, praying sailors, Chaste harlots, letter'd clowns, and duel-fighting tailors. VI. Forbear thy handkerchief of brine, To water, not to drown, the pit. Thou still wilt blubber five acts through, Have pity on a son of rhyme, Usurp the play-'tis yours-but spare the pantomime. Who, in a contemporary work of last month, addressed a copy of verses to him on his jeu d'esprit, entitled-" Little things are best.”* There is a saying, (far more old than witty) That when a thing is LITTLE, it is PRETTY. t I beg pardon for this if. I have no doubt that Petita is jolie comme sm amour, but I can't help recollecting the fair Rosa Matilda of the Della Cruscan school, whe in the end proved to be a black man. Such a match Old Nick declines. -------------- They but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass earth's giant sons; But they could change, and I'm the same→→→ Yes, it shall, in thy magic eye, Be just what thou shalt will it; MEMORANDA DRAMATICA. 1807. THEATRE ROYAL DRURY-LANE Oct. 21. Love in a Village.-Irishman in London. 27. Time's a Tell-tale.f-Fortune's Frolic. Oct. * The Forty Thieves, after a long trial, seem condemned to hard Labour in this theatre, for we find them here constantly at work. It is a grand spectacle. The excellence of Mrs. Mountain in Morgiana, Mrs. Mathews in Zelie, Mr. Mathews in the Cobler, Mr. Decamp in Hasarac, and Mr. Raymond in Orcobrand, is by no means well supported by the Ali Baba of Mr. Purser. He is an actor of some merit in certain parts, but in this he is every way bad. The dancing of Miss Gayton is full of ease and grace. + Mr. H. Siddons, the writer of this comedy, is known in literature as the author of many amusing novels, and the transition from a novelist to a dramatist is as simple as the turning a round into a cocked hat; or making boots into shoes by lopping off the superfluous leather; or the process of distilling, which reduces the quantity but preserves the essence; for though the form is changed and made more compact, the nature of the stuff is the same. The quality, good, bad, or indifferent, of the one, as it forms a criterion by which to judge, is, however, a matter of some consideration with respect to the other.. In the case of Mr. Siddons they will be found to tally exactly: what he was in his novels, sentimental and amusing, without any remarkable novelty of character, variety of incident, or strong delineations of passion, he is in his drama, called Time's a Tell-Tale, whose dramatis personæ and fable have been thus described. *As high as my heart. Shakspeare. Mr. |