printed in the fourth folio of Shakspeare. The direction to the opening of the first scene, will perhaps shew that this play is not quite unknown to Mr. LEIGH.

"Enter the Lady Widow Plus, her two daughters, Frank and Moll, her husband's brother, an old knight, Sir Godfrey, with. her son and heir, Master Edmond, all in mourning apparel, Edmond in a Cypress hat. The wIDOW wringing her hands, and bursting out into passion as newly come from the burial of her husband." The sons of both, Edmond here, and Captain Cypress, in Grieving's a Folly, seem equally unconcerned about the funeral that has just taken place.

A SINGULAR PIECE OF WIT.

Mr. EDITOR,

persons,

who

LORD ORFORD gives us an account of a number of never said but ONE good thing in the whole course of their lives, and we are, according to Letters from England to Ireland,* to place Mr. JOHN PHILIP KEMBLE amongst them. The author asserts that Mr. KEMBLE rarely unbends, and that he never made but one pun-a very cruel assertion, if untrue-for he that steals my purse, steals trash; but he that robs me of my good name, &c. This is the instance. When Sir JAMES LOWTHER offered at his own expence to furnish government with a ship of the line, a lady asked Mr. Kemble what honour was likely to be conferred on him for such a present?" They will most likely," said Mr. K. "make him his lordship." Now this pun being admitted, my belief hesitates, for I really think that Once a captain always a captain, is not so true as, Once a punster always a punster; therefore, I call upon you, sir, and upon report, as well as on the friends of the great tragedian, to come forward and vindicate his much injured character.

Wrekin, Aug. 20.

CATAMARAN.

This writer says that Sir Samuel Romilly is a very great reader of novels-he surely means novella, the constitutions of the civil law, so called.

DEER-STEALING.

It is a common anecdote of SHAKSPEARE, that he was more than once engaged in deer-stealing from the park of Sir Thomas Lucy, of Cherlecot, near Stratford; but the crime does not appear to have been thought so seriously of at that time, as it would be now, for though he was prosecuted, he was not punished, and when he afterwards lampooned the knight in a ballad, and was again prosecuted, he merely ran away to "shelter himself in London." The frequency of the practice, and the public encouragement it received, are proved by the following quotation and remark by an anonymous writer.

"I will insert a letter of Queen Elizabeth, written to him (Peregrine Bertie) with her own hand; and, reader, deale in matters of this nature, as when venison is set before thee, eat the one, and read the other, never asking whence either came!" Fuller's Worthies, Linc. p. 102. Deer-stealing was in great vogue in Dr. Fuller's time, and to that custom the author alludes.

JAQUES.

LORD DUBERLEY'S “CONSORT.”

Mr. COLMAN in his merry comedy, The Heir at Law, brings in
Lord Duberley, using the word consort for concert, when Dr. Pan-
gloss corrects his kakology, by saying that concert relates to har-
mony, while consort is a wife-a very different thing. Now his
lordship is not without a very respectable precedent to defend
his practice. "The true way of speaking and writing, no doubt,
is a concert of music, from the Italian concerto; and yet," says
a learned author, 66
some of our established writers will say con-
sort, as I remember to have seen in the Guardian.”

JAQUES.

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

HORACE IN LONDON.

BOOK III.—ODE XIII.

TO BRIGHTON.

O fons Blandusiæ splendidior vitro, &c.

O BRIGHTON! thou friend of the town jaded lass,
Thy waters when calm are transparent as glass,
But not quite so fit for reflection!

When next with the lads of the castle I dine,
I'll toast all thy charms in libations of wine,
Dear scene of my fondest affection!

34 A new wedded youth (I won't mention his name)
Shall bring thee to-morrow his termagant dame,
Well pleas'd on thy shrine to exalt her.

His forehead unfurnish'd, two antlers shall grace,
And his bride shall increase the gay amorous race,
Whose characters bleed on thy altar.

When hot-headed Phoebus affords us no shade,
Thy library stretches its cool colonnade,
To charm us with novels and fables.

There, pounded like cattle, we list to the tunes
Perform'd by the band of the Prince's Dragoons,
And gaze at the dome of his stables.

If right I opine, my poetical graces
Shall make thee the proudest of watering places-
How charming the fun and commotion,
When down a steep place with our tresses dishevell❜d,
A huge herd of swine we all tumble bedevil'd,
Head over heels into the ocean!

J.

BOOK I. ODE XXIII.

Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chloe, &c.

As the bard at eve who chuses,
Big with sacred song to greet
PHILLIPS, midwife of the Muses,

Eyes with dread the neighbouring Fleet;

66

"Yet what are vows?" I hear you cry,
“They are but unsubstantial air,
And like the warm and melting sigh,

That's breath'd, and goes we know not where."

Yet when it comes, you surely know
Is't not the heart that gives it birth:
And is it not a proof of woe,

For do we ever sigh in mirth? sa njim

Yes, yes, my vows are like a sigh,

And from the heart too are they heav'd;

No longer then their truth deny,
No longer say they're disbeliev'd.

Then doubt no longer that you're lov'd,
And ah! no longer, let me pine,

For sure my vows have truly prov❜d,
The heart that utters them is thine!

EPIGRA M.

P. G.

You tell me, dear Tom, in a terrible fright,
That a tailor's long bill keeps you waking all night.
To me this seems nonsense and idle decorum,
For why should a pitiful SNIP snap your Snorum?

A QUIBBLE.

QUIE.

A glazier they say,

With a lamp one day,

Fell down in the streets,"

And broke it to bits

My fortune improves," cried the wag, "and looks brighter, A glazier I was, and I'm now a lamp-LIGHTER !"