COVENT GARDEN. A Lord Avondale, while a private He have been ferved with a fieri facias. the matter, and it has been laid aside. We will not, however, fport too free- The Prologue was a humorous comly with difappointment; fuffice it to pofition, in which the author is refay, that this comedy was not a good prefented as amidst a poffe of creditors, falmagundi, but an injudicious hotch telling them that they thall be paid out potch from the Provoked Hufband, of the profits of his play. We finthe Trip to Scarborough, &c. &c.- cerely hope that there was as much In this inftance, the well chofen name fiction in this as in every other part of would not give a fafe pafiport to the the work. thing; and Engliflimen, for the first time, declared their difguft for "The On the 15th of January a new coLand we Live in." But this difap- medy, written by Mr. Morton, called pointment would have been lefs felt, The School of Reform; or How to and perhaps the difapprobation have Rule a Husband, was performed for been lefs warmly expreffed, if the the first time; and, as it is a comedy newspapers had not been made to of an interefting caft, and novel in its teem with favourable prefages of the conftruction, we think it deferving a coming play's fuccefs-of its turning particular delineation. out to be that defideratum which would infallibly redeem the character gentleman, and of the name of Radof the stage, and prove a model for nor, had married a virtuous young all the dramatifts of a comic tafte woman, but of humble birth. throughout this entire century. It went abroad in the fuite of au ambafwas no fault in the language which fador, and the wife follows him; when occafioned this piece to fail, for in fome time after, the ambassador dymany parts the dialogue was better ing, he was thought worthy to fucceed than that of our modern well favoured to the appointment. Ambition now pieces, and the fentiments throughout fways his whole foul: he repents of were either commendable or unexcep- his marriage, and takes a cruel way tionable, and this is a reafon why it to difengage himfelf from it; for he may please many in reading; of which contrives to have his wife accused of a trial may be made, fince the author practising against the religion of the has published it by way of appeal. country, and to be shut up in a conThe caufe of its failure in reprefenta- vent, where he fuppofes the died fome tion is the fame with that which has time after. A fon by this marriage, loft many a young general a battle, whofe name is Frederick, he places viz, the want of experience or skill to under the care of one farmer Tyke, a manage the forces under his com- tenant. The money advanced to Tyke mand: which troops to advance, which on this account gives him a turn for to make a referve of. The entres and diffipation and horse-racing; and from exits were ill conducted by our hero this courfe he runs to the crime of of the bufkin, and fome of his moft horfe-ftealing, for which he is conpromiling veterans were not only made demned, and afterwards tranfported. to retreat, but allowed to difmifs The child left to his care is deferted, themselves for ever, when they ought but, being placed in a charity school, to have returned to the field for the obtains a good education; and, accihonour and order of the battle. Tho' dentally rendering Lord Avondale a the play was unequivocally condemn fervice, is taken into his house as his ed, we were furprifed to find Mr. fecretary. General Tarragon, arrived Wroughton (after apologiling for Mrs. from abroad with his daughter, has Jordan's indifpofition preventing her brought along with them Mrs. Radfpeaking the Epilogue) announce it nor, who, through the revolutions of for a fecond reprefentation. The ma- the continent, was obliged to quit her nagers, however, thought better of convent. This lady now went by the name of St. Clair; and, having the view with the innocent prifoner, has certificate of her marriage, letters, accidentally difcovered the mark in and other vouchers, to identify it, is Frederick's neck: he meets with no determined to affert her claim as Lord great difficulty in perfuading the gaolA.'s wife, having been informed that er to allow them to go up to the cafhe is going to marry Mifs Tarragon, tle, where the mother is made happy who has, however, manifefted her par- by finding her fon, and Lord Avondale tiality for Frederick. This difcovery kneels to heaven in contrition and of his lordship's intended nuptials has gratitude; and while he is in this pofbeen made from the fight of a minia- ture the curtain falls. We cannot ture picture, which Lord A. has fent but think the piece ends abruptly: it to Mifs Tarragon. Mrs. St. Clair al- is impoffible not to feel a wish to know fo inftitutes an enquiry after her how Frederick and Mifs Tarragon are child. Tyke is brought before Lord difpofed of. Avondale as a highwayman, or being Nothing can be more affecting than fufpected of having attempted to rob two of the fcenes of this play; they General Tarragon in his carriage, have all the exterior appearance of a He is, however, recognifed by Lord highly working-up tragedy: for it is A., who befriends him, takes him out impoffible that the mind of a beholder, of his perilous condition, and, after at the time, can anticipate a happy interrogating him as to this child, ending. A Mr. and Mrs. Ferment can give no fatisfactory information; afford the occafion for naming the but Tyke fays that he marked his play. He is a conceited, half-witted neck with the letter F in gunpowder. fellow; and is ruled by his wife's Lord Avondale, finding that Mrs. St. holding her tongue. Only fuch a beClair poffeffed fuch deeds and papers ing could be ruled as a husband in as may ruin his reputation, deter- that manner. The comic incidents mines to poffefs them, coute qui coute; chiefly arife out of this odd pair. and founds Tyke, to find whether he is This bufy fellow is folicitous of paying willing to commit this deed. Tyke, his court to Lord Avondale, in hopes however, having found his father, of getting into parliament; and the is a whofe heart he conceived to have whimsical woman of no marked difbeen broken by his own wicked con- pofition. They together make a couduct, is now quite reformed, and re- ple of rare creatures, but yet of no fufes to be his lordship's agent. Lord great value. The pleafanteft part of Avondale then refolves to do the deed the piece is the equivoque kept up behimself, rather than fuffer expofure; tween Ferment and Tyke, ending with and for this purpose he difguifes him- the former faying, "Now I apprehend felf, effects his defign of poffeffing the you;" which startles the latter, from papers, but is purfued, and on the the connexion the phrafe has to the point of being taken, when Frederick, courfe of life he has led. to fave him, affumes the difguife, and allows himself to be fufpected and imprifoned. The marriage treaty being brought to a conclufion, Lord A. is leading his intended bride to the altar: the church door being opened, the wife is found to have placed herself there, when the demands her loft fon, and occafions the whole difcovery. Tyke had been fent by Lord A. with a fum of money to the prifon of Frederick, to try, by bribes, whether he could not operate his cfcape; but, in the inter The incidents of this play are in no inftance unnatural, though it may be faid the part of Tyke extends to its utmoft bounds. The religious genuflexions and ejaculations to heaven occur very frequently; no doubt, many think, too often. In modern plays, however, we have, in general, more occafion to complain of the recurrence of dam'me's. There is great correctnefs and neatnefs in the language, and the puns are obtained pretty fairly; but the great fatisfac~ tion in feeing this play is derived from words in a manner peculiar to himself, the admirable performance of every GARRICK never allowed this on his actor in it. We are almoft tempted theatre. to add, that a play written for the This play has been fill better reperformers of Covent Garden, with- ceived from a little abridgment: the out thinking of the public, will be Epilogue is far fuperior for piquancy fure to please the public. The fame to the Prologue, and is admirably dething might be faid of any other play- livered by Mrs. Litchfield. The King, houfe, well managed. Emery may be Queen, the five Princeffes, the Dukes confidered the most prominent actor of Cambridge, Kent, Suffex, &c. were in this comedy; and, indeed, his at Covent Garden, to fee this comedy Tyke is a mafter-piece of acting. reprefented, on Wednesday, the 21t Cooke can act a lord well, without be- inftant; when, if poffible, the pering as d-k as a lord: he is certainly formers acquitted themfelves ftill more a refpectable performer; but we are to the fatisfaction of the crowded aufurprised to find him accent fome dience of that night. ORIGINAL POETRY. SENSIBILITY: A POEM. And leffen'd oft, by gentle means, and flow, HAST thou not felt, when ling'ring on thy Then Mem'ry's felf fhall be forgotten too. way, Some worn-out fuff'ring vet'ran to furvey, Haft thou not felt a tender fomething rife, Did not thy hand inftinctively beftow Some fcanty boon to foothe, to heal his woe? Still fhall the feeling foul, to nature true, A time there was, hiftoric annals fay, When, check'd by pride, the paffions ceas'd to play; When foft ey'd Pity left the human breaft, "Is this your boafted virtue? fons of fame!" "The fuff'ring wretch? unmoved, hear him groan? Can your heav'n- aim'd philofophy decry "That nobleft, firft of motions, Sympathy? "Then happier, though unlearn'd, the feeling few "I'd rather never be, than be like you." Propitious Feeling! dearer to the heart more: One drop of genuine pity, timely giv'n, Didft charm the barbed venom from my breaft, Who e'er to thee appeal'd, nor found redress? It was the great maxim of the ftoic philofophers, that the foul of man being of the fame nature with God, is felf. fufficient for virtue and happiness; infomuch, that it is not is the power of the gods themselves to make a good man unhappy.-Priestley's Inft. When poor and friendlefs to the favage tent, Defponding on his way, the white man went, Its feeling owner hail'd him to his board, Cheer'd his fad gueft, and fav'd him from his horde: No niggard bounty this; his gen'rous foul, When Pity led the way, had fcorn'd controul: And though no Chriftian's God he feign'd ť adore, Yet untaught nature taught him to do more, Ecftatic Feeling! in th' Idalian bow'r, Thy gentle throbs enhance the blissful hour; With many a figh thou tell'ft the tender tale, Till o'er the fair thy moving fuit prevail; But if an hopeleís paffion rack the breaft, Dim the bright eye, and rob the foul of reft; Should the fond heart a Werter's forrows prove, And fooner ceafe to live, than cease to love; Then doft thou teach the Muse some pitying lay, And weep the pangs thou never canft allay. Sweet interefting mourner! how thy figh, Wing'd with foft poison, spreads o'er all that's nigh! In the lone midnight of affliction's hour, pow'r ! 'Tis thine by bitter contraft's aid to throw Tell me, ye learned, ye whofe care hath To trace through Reas'ning's maze the caufe unfeen, Whence doth the mind, to forrow's tale alive, Doft ever feel?-but, no: to feel, to scan! Were but to doubt thy doubtings, kill thy plan. Will it be ever thus? fhall Feeling weep, When Truth, immortal Truth, alone fhall ftand; When dark'ning doubts fhall fly the sceptic's breaft, And weeping Int'reft own, to bless is to be bleft. So thought Amanda once, the hamlet's pride; Though now yon age- bent cypress tree befide, Unmark 'd, fave by a ftone, her relics lie. Stranger! go read her ftory; read, and figh! 61 Carv'd by the village Mufe, its fimple ftyle May ftrike-at leaft the paffing time beguile, I. Say, mortal reader! doft thou know The hopeless figh, the burning glow, The inward pang confuming flow? Then mourn Amanda-dead! II. She, though a blessed spirit now, III. Oft in yan woods fhe made her 'plaint, IV. Unlike a felfish world, fhe knew V. Her own true love the bore to fee Clafp'd in a fifter's arms; whilft the Felt a fweet thrill of ecftafy In giving all away. VI. But, oh! the gen'rous facrifice Haply the weeps for you. Ah, poor Amanda!-but the tempeft's o'er, The fmother'd figh fhall break thy heart no more: Yet didft thou fuffer: but fo fweet the pain, Thou thought'ft it blifs, and figh'd to feel again. Impaffion'd Feeling! I remember well, Still was the breeze; and o'er my foften'd foul mind "With elegant defire, and thought refin'd? "Oh! had I liv'd obfcure, and never known "Th' afpiring with or fields beyond my own, "Then had my meannefs blefs'd me; then I'd been "Free from thofe inward pangs, refin'dly keen." Poor Boy of Feeling! what a fate was thine! Genius muit weep for thee: thou didft but fhine, When a black cloud obfcur'd thee, and the A more fubftantial recompence on high; A permanent afylum in the fky! firain, By thee fo fweetly touch'd, was thenceforth touch'd in vain. There are, I ween, whofe feelings fcorn to melt At Mis'ry's tale, whofe bofoms never felt For griefs like Chatterton's; but, born t' opprefs, Are fond each dawning greatnefs to reprefs, And nip Mind's tender bloffoms. Strange, yet true; Cold, though not paffionless! in ye I view To limits like your own, young Virtue's wing; Fain murder embryo Feeling, ere it fpring. .more. A truth like this, the erring monarch found, When, frenzy fir'd, he breath'd the menace round: With cruel zeal he fpar'd nor youth nor age; The reprobated faith-it flourish'd more. Immortal Feeling! goddess moft benign! See the fell tyrant woo thy hallow'd fhrine: Lo! how he gazing ftands; diffolv'd that eye, Whofe tah was fate, to gentleft fympathy: By Virtue charm'd, he nulls the ftern decree, And proffers mercy, where he cannot free: Mild in his face, the vanquifh'd foul appears, And all his former rage is quench'd in tears. Soft'ner of hearts! to thy benignant pow'r We owe our blifs in 'nighted Reason's hour: To thee the maniac raves, nor raves in vain; Lo! where th' afylum's rear'd, to eafe his pain: There, 'neath the hand of skill, the oblivious mind Refumes her wonted pow'rs, from drofs tefin'd: This was the work of feeling: to impart Be here too lavish in her high report: court *Charles the Fifth. + Dionyfius, of Syracufe. Vide the Story of Damon and Pythias. And here, my mournful Mufe! cant thou forego The melancholy blifs to weep with woe; T' explore affliction's houfe **, and mark the pain Of the pale wretch, that wakes-but to complain: To trace the flow, fad progrefs of disease, To catch at gloomy intervals the cry And turn the tear-fwoln eye to fcenes more fair: figh, A figh fo precious, India cannot buy. ++ Euftace de St. Pierre. |