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We shall never envy the honours which wit and learning
Me in silvam abstrudo densam atquc asperam...Cicere.
PUBLISHED 'BY J. T. BUCKINGHAM
SKETCH OF THE LIFE
WITH A PORTRAIT.
For sprightly parts of higher life design'd,
sent themselves to the pen of the biographer, there is none whose memoirs are read with greater avidity than those who have arisen to eminence in the histrionick art. Such as have attained this distinction by professional talents, and virtuous private character, are justly entitled to publick re
spect ; and by frequently giving such characters a place, in periodical publications, a service is rendered to society.
« For the real end of both tragedy and comedy," says a late writer, “is to extend the knowledge of human life, and improve those affections of our nature by which we are distinguished. Tragedy,strialy speaking, excites compassion by the exhibition of human sorrows; and Comedy ridicules the frailties and infirmities of mortals, after a manner which may prove conducive to the rectification of them. To cherish pity and correct weakness must claim our regard.” It is to be lamented, however, that this object has not always been kept in view
and the American theatre, in many respects, has been highly censurable. But we hope the time is not very distant, when some of its excrescences will be lopped off, and the stage be respected, as the imilation of life-the mirror of manners—the representation
John BERNARD, the subject of the present memoir, was born at Portsmouth, in England. His father was a lieutenant in the British navy, and the son was designed for the same course of life. It seems, however, that young Bernard chose rather to follow the banners of Thalia than Bellona ; and an early and unconquerable prepossession in favour of the stage defeated the intentions of his parents.
We have not been informed at what par. ticular time or place Mr. B. began his theat