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On the Death of a favourite Dog.

Whence comes this tumult, that with galling chain
Subdues my soul to melancholy grief!What means this sadness that o'erwhelms my brain,
Flies ev'ry joy, and scorns each kind relief!

The village bells no more as cheerly ring,

No more the streams as gayly lave their shores,

The plumy race no more as sweetly sing, No more the flowers exhale their musky stores.

Once had these charms my youthful heart to gain,
As with my Tray I brush'd the morning's dew,

But now, alas! they only give me pain,
They only bring my vanish'd joys to view.

Oft from my cottage did I careless stray, And seek some daisied copse, or verdant mead,

Where at my feet my faithful dog would lay,
While to the gale I tun'd my slender reed.

When to my lowly hut, at twilight eve, With rambling tir'd, I've made my slow advance,

He e'er was sure my languor to relieve,
By blithsome frolics, and fantastic dance.

When winter swept the skies with savage ire,
And night o'er all the world had flung her veil,

My Tray and I before a blazing fire Were wont to eat our snug, though humble, meal.

He watch'd with guardian care my little all,
When wearied nature drew me to repose;

He, always kind, obey'd my well-known call, As from my couch at blush of day I rose.

In him I found, what ne'er in man I knew,
In him I found—forgive this falling tear !—

A constant friend that ne'er my presence flew,
When Want upon me turn'd her visage drear.

His relicts rest in yonder shady grove, O'er which I'll raise a neat unsculptur'd tomb,

Where, led by Cynthia's beams, I oft will rove,
And sadly muse on Fate's relentless doom.
Richmond, August, 1803.

Written on the Sea-Shore.


Here all forlorn! 'neath *Penman's summits hoar,
I sit me down, and watch the breezy tide,
O'er whose rough surface foamy billows ride,

And one by one approach the pebbled shore.

As nature free, yon goat ascends the steep,

And seeks, with lightsome trip, his scanty fare,
As nature free, the seagull cleaves the air,

Or, led by hunger, dives into the deep.

Such scenes as these impart those trilling joys

Which rank and grandeur have not power to raise;
Oh that my lot were here to spend my days,

Far, far remov'd from fashion's gaudy toys,
From a base world's ingratitude, and pride,
Content my partner, and my God my guide.
Aug. 11, 1803.


From the Novel of that Name, Vol. I.

Form'd by the Graces, but inspired by Love,
Each look, each action charms !—the pensive air,
That step irresolute, those tresses fair,
To the soft breeze that negligently move-
Eyes, whose appeal, seeking the realms above,
Might claim affinity with angels there,
And call high Heaven to witness; and forbear
To mark if mortals censure or approve.

While on that brow,-the lovely guardian train,
With Innocence serene, disowning fear,

Unsullied Virtue, in her purest reign,
Sincerity, and Modesty appear!

Confiding sweetness, ignorant of wrong,

As Beauty winning, as Discretion strong.

* A mountain in North Walca


DRURY-LANE. N Oct. 8.—The Camp.—This is one of Mr. Sheridan's earliest productions, and, as a temporary trifle, at the time of the Coxheath Camp, was much talked of and followed. The military complexion of the present day has occasioned its revival, and if the author had adapted it, by a few trivial alterations, to the circumstances of the country at this moment, its effect and attraction would doubtless have been infinitely increased. As it is, it merely affords an opportunity of exhibiting, at the close of the entertainment, the spectacle of a review, which is managed with great judgment, and in a superior style to any thing of a similar kind which we have ever witnessed on the stage.

22.—Duenna.—A young gentleman, named Levy, reduced, by a sort of syncopy, to Lee, as Braham from Abraham, appeared in Carlos. He has a good natural voice, improved by a considerable portion of scientific execution, under the masterly tuition of Hook; but he is lamentably deficient in taste, and, in awkwardness of manner and deportment, exceeds almost every novice we have seen. He appears to imitate often the ad libila and cadences of Braham; but his exertions are premature. He should have remained longer under

COVENT-OARDEN. The following is the occasional address on the opening of the theatre, (written by Mr. T. Dibdin) which was omitted last month for want of room.

From Thespian camps, where summer colours fly,
Return'd to winter quarters, here am I;
Proud of my mission, by the General sent,
To bid ye welcome to our royal tent—
To hope this favour'd field you'll oft review,
Where many a battle will be fought for you—
To hope you'll often greet, as heretofore,
With golden smiles the Covent-Garden corps.
In Fame's Gazette, perhaps our mimic band
Has advertis'd some change in its command;
Has told ye here a fav'rite Chief you'll find,
Vice another favourite, resigned:
And our new captain we salute with pride,
Since by your judgment he's approv'd as tried j
Yet inclination, duty, both impel
To speak of him who lately rul'd so well,
Who, though he quit a truncheon for the ranks,
His mirthful efforts still shall'ask your thanks,
And hold, while honour'd here with approbation,
His post of honour in a private station.
Henceforth when Music shall essay the strain,
With all your best-lov'd songsters in her train,
When gay Thalia shall alternate court
Your smiles bedeck'd with flowers of frolic sport-
In laughter's interval at times you'll hear
Melpomene petition for a tear.
Thus artists render vivid tints more bright
By blending shadow with opposing lisht;

And, faith, our artists, through past days of heat,

f Pointing to the decorations) HaTe toil'd, your warmer patronage to meet. Should you approve their pains to make us'gay, Haply, each morn, some modish dame may say— "John, take a side-box."—" There's no room below.** "No room at all? Oh, then I'm sure I'll go; "'Tis only empty places one avoids j "So, John, be sure we call to-day at Lloyd's, "Where every body runs to give their mite, "And, for a wonder, all are in the right." Then Speed the Plough, let's join with heart and hand, Lords, ladies, gentle, simple, sea, and land, Each castle, village, city, ship, and town Should form a club to knock invaders down. And ever may we boast this house brim-full Of friends determin'd to support John Bull; And shou'd hisdesp'rate foes our fury brave, We'll chaunt their requiem in a loyal stave. SONG. Tune—Tlte Island. If the French have a notion Of crossing the ocean,

Their luck to be trying on dry land,
They may come if they like,
But we'll soon make them strike
To the lads of the tight little island.
Huzza for the boys of the island,
The brave volunteers of the island;
The fraternal embrace
If foes want in this place,
We'll present all the arms in the island.

They say we keep shops,

To vend broad cloth and slops,

And of merchants they call us a sly land;
But though war is their trade,
What Briton's afraid

To say he'll ne'er sell 'em the island;

They' pretty dear for the island,

If fighting they want in the island,
We'll shew 'em a sample,
Shall make an example

Of all who dare bid for the island.

If met they should be
By the boys of the sea, I'll warrant they'll never come nigh land—
If they do, those on land
Will soon lend 'em a hand,
To foot it again from the island.

Huzz& for the king of the island!
Shall our father be robb'd of his inland?
While his children can tight
They'll stand up for hU right
And their own to the tight little Llaud.

Sept. 14.—Suspicious Husband.—We never saw Mr. Lewis, often as he5 has delighted us in Hanger, more successful than on this evening. His ease, gaiety, incessant spirit and activity, imparted an animation to the whole performance, which produced the happiest effect. He was well seconded by MrsGlover, in Clarinda, being her first appearance since her re-engagement. Miss Martyr, whom we have frequently mentioned with commendation, performed Rosina in the afterpiece, and sang the airs in a very pleasing and correct style. She is engaged at this theatre for three years.

Sept. 19.—Romeo and Juliet.—Mr. Charles Kemble appeared to great advantage in Romeo. In the scene with the friar, after hearing of his sentence of banishment, and in the whole of the last act, he was uncommonly interesting. Mr. Chapman made his first appearance on this stage in Capulet, in which be acquitted himself with his usual respectability.

26.—John Bull.Dennis Brulgntddery by Mr. Rock. This gentleman, many years ago, was engaged at this theatre, but, except from his performance of the Irish Haymaker, in Rosina, he was very little known to the public. It is now seven years since he performed on the Covent Garden stage, and the reputation he has obtained in the provincial theatres, particularly in the North} has given him additional confidence in his own powers. His brogue is certainly excellent, and his style of acting very natural and forcible i but if we are to compare him with Mr. Johnstone, as in this line of acting we must, we hold him to be very inferior to, that gentleman, in richness of humour, and exuberance of comic fancy; it shews, however, very high desert to stand in the next degree of praise to a comedian so accomplished in his art, and so deservedly popular as Mr. Johnstone. Mr. Brunton performs Young Rochdale, and Mrs. Humphries, (late of Drury Lane) the part of Lady Caroline Braymore, in the room of Mr. and Mrs. H. Johnston.

27.—Mrs. Siddons made her entree in Isabella, and was received with the applause due to her distinguished merit. Her figure seems much enlarged since her last performance in London.

Oct. 3.—Richard III.—Mr. Cooke, who retains of course the character of Gloucester, exerted himself with wonderful success on this evening, and the reiterated applause he received from the audience testified the high delight they experience from his performance. Mr. Kemble, for the first time, came forward in Richmond. This was certainly a condescension, and ncj small compliment to Mr. Cooke, but we think the animated speeches of Richmond, the daring leader of an invading army, came but " tardily off," and there was a languor through the whole, which did not accord with the Earl's character and situation i for When the blast of war blows in our ears, We should be tigers in our fierce deportment*.

5.--Provoked Husband.Lady Townley by a young lady. This young lady is a sister of Mrs. Merry, and of Mr. Brunton of this theatre. She was received in a most nattering manner, and, as we perceive that she is announced for Beatrice, we shall defer our remarks next month; when various other novelties will, be noticed, which, for want of room, we are obliged to postpone.

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