Could paint the bright vermilion of her cheek, Whose blackest magic and unhallow'd spells, Tremble, O Albion! for the voice of fate By pride, by luxury, what fatal ills Unheeded have approach'd thy mortal frame; How many foreign weeds their heads have rear'd In thy fair garden! Hasten, ere their strength And baneful vegetation taint the soil, To root out rank disease, which soon must spread, If no bless'd antidote will purge away Fashion's proud minions from our sea-girt isle. R RETIREMENT. Odi profanum vulgus et arceo. HOR. COME, Inspiration, from thy vernal bower, Under a lonely spreading oak I lay, My head upon the daisied green reclined, The evening sun beam'd forth his parting ray, The foliage bended to the hollow wind. There gentle sleep my acting powers suppress'd, She led me near a crystal fountain's noise, "Adieu, ye baneful pleasures of the town; 'Themes more exalted claim the Muse's song. 'Your stony hearts no social feelings share, 'Welcome, ye fields, ye fountains, and ye groves, 'Ye flowery meadows, and extensive plains, 'Where soaring warblers pour their pleasing loves, 'Each landscape cheering with their vocal strains. 'Here rural beauty, op'ning to the eye, 1 On the green margin 2 of each streamlet glows, 'Where with the blooming hawthorn, roses vie, " 'And the fair lily of the valley grows. 'Here Chastity may wander unassail'd, 'Through fields where gay seducers cease to rove; 'Where open Vice o'er Virtue ne'er prevail'd, 'Where all is innocence, and all is love. 'Peace, with her olive wand, triumphant reigns, 'Health and contentment usher in the morn, 'For the calm comforts of an easy mind, 'In yonder lowly cot delight to dwell, 'And leave the statesman for the lab'ring hind, 'The regal palace for the humble cell. 5 1 Var. rears her pleasing shrine. 3 Var. roses twine. 5 2 Var. She on the margin. 4 Var. cheer. Certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road,. On hearing she intends appearing in the character of Cease, Hartley, cease: Forbear the ungracious part; We've oft confess'd your empire o'er the heart, 1 Var. riot. 2 Var. discord. 3 Var. stream. 4 It is remarkable, that there is a very striking likeness between Mrs. H. and the original paintings of Queen Mary. Mrs. Hartley was only a second-rate actress. Her 'first attempts' were very favourably received; but latterly she proved a mere copyist-her only well supported character, 'Jane Shore,' being after Mrs. Yates. 'Detector,' in the 'Weekly Magazine,' says, "The tree at first bore many blossoms: I am sorry it did not yield more fruit. Although it failed, it was not for want of care and culture (on the part of Digges, the Manager of the Theatre) or the sunshine of public favour." There is a very beautiful Portrait of Mrs. Hartley drawn and engraved by Sherwin.] Hartley resembles Scotland's Queen, ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMAS LANCASHIRE, COMEDIAN. [Lancashire, says Jackson, "possessed a great fund of dry humour, and filled Shuter's line in low comedy. He was a great favourite with the public. He kept a tavern, first in the Canongate, and afterwards in the New Town. He drank and joked with his customers: laughed and grew fat; and at length died, respected by many, and with the good word of all."—History of the Scottish Stage, p. 42.] 2 ALAS, poor Thom! how oft, with merry heart, 1 See her picture in the palace of Holyroodhouse.-F. 2 Grave-digger in Hamlet.-F. |