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FOR NOVEMBER, 1803.
A PORTRAIT OF MR. HARLEY, ENGRAVED BY RIDLEY, FROM AN ORIGINAL PAINTING BY DE WILDE.
Biographical Sketch of Mr. King,
Of Hours 294
Tutors and Pupils 296
Original Letter from the late William Cowper, Esq. to Mr. Park 297
Hindoo Manual and Creed 299
Melancholy Hours—No. VI 301
Sketch of an Historical Eillogium on the Marshal Duke of Berwick 505
Olla Podrida—No. VI 306
Roman Letters 309
Select Sentences 311
The Antiquities of the Metropolis 313 Cardinal Wolsey 314
REVIEW OF LITERATURE.
Nathaniel Bloomfield's Essay on War, &c. 315
A few Cursory Remarks upon the State of Parties during the Administration of the Right Hon. Henry Addington ib.
Observations on a Ministerial Pamphlet entitled Cursory Remarks, &c 318
A Brief Answer to a few Cursory Remarks, &c ib.
The Volunteer's Guide ib.
Southey's Amadis of Gaul ib.
The Question, Why do we go to
The Reason why, in Answer to a
Kenney's Society 321
Kthelston's Suicide, a Poem 323
Fellewes's Religion without Cant 324
Amphlett's War Offering 326
A short Account of John Marriott ib.
A Friendly Address to the Volunteers of Great Britain ib.
The Poems of Ossian ib.
Charlotte Seymour's Powers of
Four Heroic Epistles of Ovid 327
Carr's Stranger in France ib.
Une Folic, a Comic Opera 331
Anecdote of Moliere 332
The Dramatic Essayist, No. VI. 333 Observations on the English Theatre 336
ORIGINAL POETRY. Sonnet, by the Lady, Author of
the .preceding Series 341
Sonnet bv Capel Lofll, Esq ib.
To Mr. Mackintosh 342
The Swiss Mountain Peasant 343
Atlinia, a Pastoral 344
Verses written at the Tomb of Gray 345 Commencement of a Poem 346
MEMORANDA DRAMATICA, Ice.
PROVINCIAL DRAMA, Sic.
IMPERIAL PARLIAMENT. House of Lords 353
News, Sec 355
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By J. Wright, No. 20, Denmark-Court, Strand,
And published by Vernor and Hood, in the Poultry;
gj" In Number xcvm. being the last number of the sixteenth volume, will be inserted the Biographical Accounts of Mr. Harley, Mr. R. Palmer, and Mrs. Glover.
Mortimer is requested to accept our acknowledgments for his constant attention.
Paddy's communication with respect to the song in Measure for Measure in our next.
In our next, also, Mr. Seymour's valuable Notes upon Shakspere will be continued.
We compassionate the condition of Namekits; but we cannot insert his poetry.
The Lines by T. G. are in a similar predicament.
The Character of the Chief Consul of France is extended to a length which far exceeds the limits of our publication.
O. Z. is very right. Wc arc still behind-hand with our poetry; but we cau only bring up our arrears by degrees, and we must continue to entreat the patience of our correspondents.
Selima's directions shall he punctually observed.
To the author of a Tale of Horror, we can only say, with Hamlet, "Oh horrible! horrible! most horrible!"
Incognito may rely on our secrecy, should he think proper to confide in us.
We beg to be favoured with the continuation of Tintem Abbey as soon as convenient to the author.
Tim Tart's original epigram is a miserable translation from Martial.'
ERRATA IN OUR LAST.
In the account of the meteor, p. 233, 1. 14 from bottom, read between nti and zeta Serpentarii.
P. 270, I. 7 of the sonnet, read " of star, when winds."
l, BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF
THOMAS KING, ESQ. Continuedfrom o. ix. p. 262. On Mr. King's appointment to the situation of acting manager at Drury Lane, he spoke the following dramatic olio.
Most potent, grave, and reverend Signers,
My very noble, and approv'd good masters!
That I have ta'en the charge of this old house
It is most true, true I am manager;
The very head and front of my proceeding
Hath this extent, no more: light am I in my speech,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself: yet, by your patience
I'll pursue my intent in some whimsical measure,
As soon as the winterly season's begun,
To pelt birds in the country, and bards in the town,
In some good-natur'd paper, perhaps, may appear,
(For some such there are, though I own they are rare)
"On the sev'nteenth, one theatre opens for certain,
"Great matters are planning behind either curtain,
"Much bustle and sport, we may venture t' assure you,
"And our old friend, Tom King, takes the helm at old Drury."
A new system of government here, as at court,
In a play-going family, west of the town,
Strait bawls out young master, as loud as he's able, His chin popping up, just abreast of the table, Interrupting the whole conversation: "O, la!"Is not that, pray, mamma, the same man that I saw
"In the play where the wrestling and tumbling appears,"In the red and blue coat, with the strange ass's ears ?"—"Yes, child, where the women (two confident wretches)"Run away from their parents, and one strides in breeches"
The good-humour'd cit, after dinner with spouse, Cries, " My dear, there's a change at your favourite house.
"Let me see, where's the paragraph? O,* Drury-lane,—
"Of the theatre here, Mr. King takes the rein!
"He'll try hard, I warrant, to fill their strong box,"For I've notie'd him often attending the stocks;"He knows what is solid, as well as what's witty,"And knows that what's good may be found in the city."
Yet not wholly abroad for opinions let's roam,
Tis worth while to try what are form'd here at home;
For much is it ev'ry performer's concern
When management here takes a different turn.
The deep tragedian, by the green-room fire,
Sits patiently, and inly ruminates the season's danger thus—
"I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
"But for the gen'ral; he would be crown'd;
"How that may change his nature, there's the question:
"It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
"And that craves wary walking; to say truth,
"I have not known when his affections sway'd
"More than his reason; but 'tis a common proof
"That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Two comedians, for instance, like birds of a Feather,
"And now for our new manager; time is the old judge, that tries all such offenders, then let time try him; he used, while a brother performer only, to be like Grumio, among his fellow-servants, in the farce, 'twas Hey, good lad, Biondello, with a slap o' the back! —here, and well met, fellow Pedro, with a shake by the fist, there; —joining in every whimsical story, and he the loudest among us; but now, ay now, who knows but he may become as proud and perpendicular as the fantastical major-domo, Malvolio. Why, gentlemen, are ye mad, or what are ye? have ye no manners, nor honesty, that ye gabble, and laugh so, at the time of rehearsal! Do ye make a jesting-house of the theatre? Is there no respect of place, persons, or time in ye? If ye can separate yourselves, and your misdemeanours, ye are welcome to remain here; if not, an it would please ye to take leave, I am very willing to bid ye farewell."
(Sings.) Tune, Nancy Dawson.
They're sneering found, or grumbling!
I wish he'd mind his tumbling.'"
'Mid such various opinions, how hard to steer right!