cessful comedies, and very powerfully supported by the performers of them in every part throughout. I was fortunate in the plot of the first; for there is dignity of mind in the forgiveness of injuries, which elevates the character of Penruddock, and Mr. Kemble's just personification of it added to a lucky fiction all the force and interest of a reality. When so much belongs to the actor, the author must be careful how he arrogates too much to himself. Of First Love' I shall only say, that when two such exquisite actresses conspired to support me, I will not be so vain as to presume I could have stood without their help. I think, as I am now so near the conclusion of these Memoirs, I may as well wind up my dealings with the theatres before Í proceed any further. I am beholden to Covent Garden for accepting my dramas of 'The Days of Yore' and 'False Impressions.' To Drury Lane for 'The Last of the Family," "The Word for Nature,' 'The Dependent,' 'The Eccentric Lover,' and for 'The Sailor's Daughter. My life has been a long one, and my health of late years uninterrupted; I am very rarely called off by avocations of an undomestic kind, and the man who gives so very small a portion of his time to absolute idleness as I have done, will do a vast deal in the course of time, especially if his body does not stand in need of exercise, and his mind, which never knows remission of activity, incessantly demands to be employed. I was in the practice of interchanging an annual visit with Mrs. Bludworth, of Holt, near Winchester, the dearest friend of my wife. When I was upon those visits, I used to amuse myself with trifles that required no application to my books. A few from amongst many of these fugitive compositions appear to me not totally unworthy of being arrested and brought to the bar as petty-larceny pilferers of the sonnet-writing style, of which some elegant sisters of the Muses have published such ingenious originals, as ought to have secured them against interlopers, who have nothing better to produce than some such awkward imitations as the following: WIT. No. 1. 'How shall I paint thee, many-color'd Wit? Soul of the social board, thy quick retort The solemn ass, who dully great Mistakes stupidity for state, Unbends his marble jaws, and brays Thou, Wit, in philosophic eyes Can'st make the laughing waters rise; His academic cap to thee, And though thy sallies fly the test Of truth, she titters at the jest. Thrice happy talent, could'st thou understand Would'st thou but take discretion by the hand, AFFECTATION. No. 2. "Why, Affectation, why this mock grimace? All thy false mimic fooleries I hate; For thou art Folly's counterfeit, and she, Why that soft languish? Why that drawling tone? Art sick, art sleepy? Get thee hence, begone! I laugh at all those pretty baby tears, Those flutterings, faintings, and unreal fears. Can they deceive us? Can such mumm'ries move, Touch us with pity, or inspire with love? No, Affectation, vain is all thine art, Those eyes may wander over every part; They'll never find their passage to the heart.' VANITY. 'Go, Vanity, spread forth the painted wing; Banters thy silly freaks awhile, Fear not she'll lash thee only with a smile. And thy small tap of wit runs out 'Twere charity, methinks, to stop the bung. FUGITIVE PIECES. And with soft glances from lack-lustre eyes Look to thyself-beshrew me if I spare.' AVARICE No. 4 'A little more, and yet a little more Oh, for the multiplying art To heap the still increasing store, Oh Avarice, thou rage accurst, Will nothing quench thy sordid thirst? Lo! pity pleads-What then? There's none. Oh scene of wo; heart-rending sight; Not one, one piece to save them? Not a mite. PRUDERY. No. 5. 'What is that stiff and stately thing I see? Some statue from its pedestal stept down? 'Tis one and both-a very prude Of marble flesh and icy blood; Dead and alive at once-behold, It breathes and lives; touch it, 'tis dead and cold. On Pleasure, as she dances by ; Quick flies the sylph, for long she cannot bear Chill as the eastern fog that blights Say, ye that know what virtue is, declare, ENVY. (See 'The Observer,' vol. iv. No. 94.) 343 PRIDE. No. 7. 'Curst in thyself, O Pride, thou canst not be More competently curst by me. Hence, sullen, self-tormenting, stupid sot, Thy dullness damps our joys; we want thee not. Social we sit; there is no room for Pride; Man, man, thou little grovelling elf, (The pains that fortune took to make thee great), Heap up the mass of tawdry things, The whole regalia of kings. Now watch the beam, and fairly say How much does all this trumpery weigh? Give in the total; let the scale be just, And own, proud mortal, own thou art but dust.' HUMILITY. 'Oh sweet Humility, can words impart How much I love thee, how divine thou art? Conduct us still through each successive stage Wit, Genius, Learning-What are these? Why do I call my lov'd Eliza fair? Nor rosy health, nor blooming youth is there; Where should a frail and trembling sinner lie, "Twas in thy form the world's Redeemer came, With thee he met revilings, death and shame, Though angels hail'd him Lord of heav'n and earth.' MILITARY PREPARATIONS. 345 CHAPTER XII. Military preparations-Major commandant-Drills-Presented with a sword— The volunteer system-His family-Lines to the Princess Amelia-Conclusion. WHEN the consequences resulting from the French revolution had involved us in a war, our country called upon its patriotic volunteers to turn out and assemble in its defence. I was still resident at Tunbridge Wells, and, though not proprietor of a single foot of land in the county of Kent, yet I found myself in the hearts of my affectionate friends and fellow subjects; they immediately volunteered to mount and form themselves under my command as a troop of yeomen cavalry; I was diffident of my fitness to head them in that capacity, and, declining their kind offer, recommended to them a neighboring gentleman, who had served in the line, and held the rank of field officer upon. half pay. Men of their principles and spirit could not fail to be respectable, and they are now serving with credit to their captain and themselves under the command of the Lord Viscount Boyne, who resides at Tunbridge Wells, and together with the duties attendant on his commission, as commander of this respectable corps, executes the office of a magistrate for the county, not less amiable and honorable in his private character, than useful and patriotic in his public one. Some time after this, when certain leading gentlemen of the county began to make their tenders to government for raising corps of volunteer infantry, I no longer hesitated to obey the wishes of the loyal and spirited young men, who offered to enrol themselves under my command, and finding them amount upon the muster to two full companies, properly officered, I reported them to our excellent Lord Lieutenant of the county, the Earl of Romney, and received his Majesty's commission to command them with the rank of Major Commandant. I had instant proof that the zeal they had shown in turning out in their king and country's cause did not evaporate in mere professions, for to their assiduity and aptitude, to their exemplary and correct observance of discipline, and strict obedience to their officers, the warmest testimony that I could give would only do them |