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ODE TO SLEEP.
BT ARTHUR OWEN, ESQ.
And raven-colour'd vest,
And soothe its pains to rest.
To win thy sweet embrace!
Some happier breast to trace.
Thank Heaven I am free,
Why, coyest Goddess! fleer
Thy balmy gifts disclose;
To softest dreams compose.
THE APOTHEOSIS OF MISS MELLOR,
Who died a short time since at Nottingham.
Aged Jive Years, three Months, and sixteen Days.
BT VALENTINE GREEN, ESQ.
Her doom was fix'd—nor tears nor prayers could save
The'lovely victim from an early grave.
Her sister-spirits, of immortal frame,
To guide her flight to heav'nly raptures came,
To snatch her from the pangs of mortal care,
And for '* another, better world" prepare.
They bade her view the paths the just have trod,
Through storms and tempests to the throne of God:
Mark, how the great, the good, obey Death's call,
Of all belov'd, and of thy parents blest:—
Thus sang the min'string Angels in her ear,
Resign'd and placid, mild, devoid of fear,
PARODY; ON THE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE.
Three beauties in three different ages born,
• Her last words were these: " I am sure to die :—God bless you all !—Papa.it is you I love. Oh! let me live! Pray God let me live! My dear Mamma! I cannot speak again."
t Grays Elegy.
$ Laura de Sades.
Where frowns yon hill with beetling brow,*
O'er the pale water's eddying round,
And mark the wild, deserted ground.
From all their lonely haunts of woe,
The fabled forms of air shall glance,
Or on the whirlwind's wing advance ;—
Here fond remembrances ling'ring still
Maz'd rapture pour the trembling trill,
Peace, a cherubic maid, shall come,
And Science sage, a pilgrim old,
And Fancy her full flowers unfold.
The linnet here shall build her nest,
To harmonize the silent vale,
The sad harp court the passing gale.
Oft shall the Fates, terrific, throng
The shepherd, while, with pliant rod,
He hangs suspended o'er the wave,
And crown with moss thy silent grave—
• There is a hill not far from Sydenham, from whence may be seen the burial place of the poet; and near his grave, buried among trees, is a slow-winding river, which cannot be seen unless pointed out.
Shall weep—till, rushing on the wind,
True Poesy's majestic queen
July 15.—Mr. Taylor, from the Bath stage, appeared in Lubin, in the Quaker. In figure, countenance, in style of singing and acting, this gentleman is the very counterpart of Mr. Incledon*—alter et idem. In compass, strength^ and melody of voice the resemblance is not so perfect; but he is, nevertheless, a most agreeable singer, and his pretensions, as an actor, are far from inconsiderable. It would be almost worth while to turn Dryden's Amphytnon into aii Opera, for the sake of bringing forward this first and second Apollo in the two SosiAs. Nature has done so much towards the likeness, that it would be unfair to charge Mr. Taylor with being a mere imitator; his admiration of Mr. Incledon's talents may have led him to adopt, without premeditated effort, many of those peculiarities which, assisted by personal resemblance, bring our absent favourite so forcibly to recollection. Mr. Indedon, however, has no reason to be ashamed of his double. Mr. Taylor sang the airs of Lubin, and especially the Laughing song, in a very finished and effective manner. Mathews, in Solomon, with his Bundle of Proverbs, gave new life and humour to a piece which, of late, has seldom escaped disapprobation at the dropping of the curtain.
16.—A lady, named Mrs. Kingston, made her first appearance on any stage in Louisa, in the Deserter, but her fears were so very predominant as totally to prevent us from forming any judgment of her capabilities.
25.—Love laughs at Locksmiths.—A musical farce, adapted to our stige, by Mr. Colman, from a French piece by J. N. BouiHy, acted in»Paris, under the title of " Une Folic.** The plot of this piece is similar to that of the Midnight Hour, Spanish Barber, Lock and Key, Padlock, and innumerable other dramatic entertainments, familiar to the English audience. The contrivances of an enterprising young lover to rescue a pretty ward out of the power of a jealous old guardian, are materials that are inexhaustible, and can never tire.
"For ever seen, and yet for ever new." We seek for the merit of the performance in the ingenuity of the stratagems by which the lover's impediments are removed. In this respect Love laughs at Locksmiths need not give way to any preceding exhibitions. Neatness is combined with novelty, and interest with humour. The schemes of Captain Beldare (a) and his servant Risk (b), to elude the caution of old Vigil (c), are frustrated only to be renewed with additional ardour and dexterity: when they are
fa) Mr. EUiston. (b) Mr. Mathews. (c) Mr. Denrnan.