Yes, and Paul Postpone, Your miles are fees for all his labours done. [great fenfe, Each chearing nod demonftrates he has And ev'ry clap's a glorious fix and eight [laws pence, Then take the hint; and, 'fpite of critic We'll to an English Jury truft our caufe." 12. At Drury-lane Theatre, a MR. FOOT*, made his first appearance on the Stage in the arduous character of HamLet. He poffeffes a good manly perion, about the middle fize. His conception of the part was generally juft; and he judiciously varied his manner with the various feelings by which the character is fucceffively animated. His enunciation also is correct, and free from any provincial habits. So far we are justified in applauding the attempt; and his reception by the audience was very flattering. Two objections, however, remain to be made against Mr. Foot's perfonification of Hamlet: his walk was ungraceful, and his action, particularly in the first two acts, redundant. His voice alfo is either in itself (as appeared to us to be the cafe) was harsh and diffonant. Bonamo Montano Mr. H. JOHNSTON. Mr. MURRAY. Mr. BRUNTON. Mr. CORY. Mr. CLAREMONT. Michelle (a Miller) Mr. BLANCHARD. Selina Mr. SIMMONS, Mrs. GIBBS. Flametta The Scene lies at a Village in Savoy. A perfon named Francifco has been received into the houfe of Bonamo, who, knowing nothing of his ftory, is not difpofed to harbour him any longer. Francifco had been deprived of his tongue, but was able to deliver his thoughts in writing. Flametta, Bonamo's old female fervant, had found Francifco about eight years before the opening of the Piece, in an expiring ftate, mangled by rumians; and by the affiftance of Michelle, a neighbouring miller, the On the following night, when the Comedy was finished, Mr. Fawcett came forward, and faid, "Ladies and Gentlemen-The Epilogue was advertised to be fpoken this evening, only through the mistake of the printer: as it did not meet your approbation, it is withdrawn. Mrs. Mattocks therefore hopes, that you will indulgently difpenfe with her undertaking the irkfome task of again attempting to recite it." Perhaps a fimilar inftance of the theatrical damnation of an Epilogue, on the fecond night of repetition, is not on record. This gentleman, we understand, received a good claffical education at Winchefter College, ferved an apprenticeship as a Compofitor to Mr. Deputy Nichols, and was lately in bufinets as a Printer in Crane Court, Fleet-street. VOL. XLII, Nov. 1802. Ccc wretched wretched man was preferved. Bonamo the officers of justice purfue them and take the latter. Romaldi flies to the very fpot where he and his accomplice had committed their horrid butchery on Francifco. The honeft Miller who protected Francifco affords a refuge to Romaldi, but afterwards perceiving a fear on his right hand, one of the figns by which his perfon was defcribed, fufpects him. Romaldi, however, induces the honet Miller to protect him, rather than involve in danger one who may be innocent. At length, Francifco and Selina arrive at the fame fpot, and the horror they difcover at the fight of Romaldi induces the Miller to run for the officers of juftice. In the mean time, Romaldi offers his piftol to Francifco, that he may revenge himself for all the injuries he has fuffered. Francifco, who had remained in concealment rather than impeach his brother, throws away the piftol. Romaldi then attempts to escape, but is taken by the foldiers. Bonamo and the rest of the characters affemble; and as Romaldi feems to repent of his villanies, the Piece concludes with the reitoration of Stephano and Selina to each other, and the avowal of an intended application for mercy in behalf of Romaldi. This Piece is an alteration, by Mr. Holcroft, of a French Drama called "Seline: ov, L'Enfant Myftère," which met with great fuccefs at Paris. It is a pleafing mixture of novelty and intereft, comprising incident, dialogue, mufic, dancing, and pantomime, and has fince continued almoft uninterruptedly to be performed to crowded Houfes with unanimous applaufe. The mufic, by Dr. Busby, is admirably expreffive of the various paffing fcenes; and in the Overture, which was rapturously applauded, a fportful ufe has been made of extraneous fharps and flats, with the happiest effect. We have fcarcely ever feen a Piece better performed; the dumb eloquence of Farley, and the varied deportment and expreffion of H. Johnston, are equal to any thing that we have witnessed on the mimic fcene. The drefles are fuperb, the fcenery is finely picturesque; and the dancing of young Bologna, Dubois, King, and Mrs. Wybrow, with the hornpipe of the infant Byrne, gave a pleafing re lief to the fombre hue of the reft of the piece. 17. A New Musical Farce, called "A HOUSE TO BE SOLD," was prefented fented for the first time at Drury-lane, Melchifedec Hawfer Matthew Servant Mrs. Dorville Mr. DowTON. Mrs. SPARKS. Charles Kelson, a young officer in the navy, and his friend Belfield, a compofer for the Italian Opera, are travelling to Plymouth when within a few miles of their journey's end, they find their money run fhort. They walk a part of the way, but at length, overcome with fatigue and hunger, they feat themselves on a bench, near the door of Mrs. Dor. ville's houfe, which is fituated in a village about fifteen miles from Plymouth. Mrs. Dorville's houfe, and the grounds adjoining, are to be fold; and the traveliers feeing a bill to that effect posted on the houfe, Charles Kelion refolves to gain a dinner, and perhaps a night's lodging, by pretending to be a purchaler. The cheme fucceeds, and Mrs. Dorville, delighted in the expect ation of telling her houfe, and miltaking Charles Kelton for his uncle Captain Kelfon, of Plymouth, invites the young adventurers to lay till the next day. They are recognised by Matthew, a fottish fervant of Mrs. Dorville's, who had feen them walking on the road; he is, however, bribed to filence. Charles Kelion accedes to the terms propoted by the old Lady for the purchate of the houte, and the produces a written agreement, which he figns. It now appears that Charlotte, the niece of Mrs. Dorville, is attached to Belfield. The two travellers are again nearly difcovered by Charlotte's furprife in meeting her lover fo unexpectedly; Charles Kellion's addrets relieves them from this embarraff. ment; but a more ferious event threatens him in the arrival of Captain Kellon, who intends to bid for the house himfelf. Charles too begins to feel that he is involved in an alarming difficulty, by binding himself to purchale a houfe for five thousand pounds, without a fhilling in his pocket. Chance, however, extricates him from this critical fituation. Melchifedec, a Jew, who has made a fortune by felling flops to failors, has long wanted to purchase Mrs. Dor- This entertainment is an alteration by Taken as a whole, we think it equal in The fcenery is rural and picturefque ; but the mufic, which is chiefly the compolition of Mr. Kelly, is its great ornáment. The overture abounds in fweet and pleafing movements, judiciously varied and contrafted, not training at difficulties, and attempting to furprife by The fame execution, but flowing in an eafy course, and fpeaking to the heart. character prevails through the airs and duets. The Farce received much applaufe, has fince had a very fuccesful run, and we doubt not will become a ftock-piece. 19. At Covent Garden, Mrs. Litchfield performed, for the first time, the character of the Widow Brady, in The Irish ported Widow, gave the brogue well, and upCcc 2 The difmal dungeon where immur'd we lay [yield his breath, (Where many a ftarving wretch muft And which, from me, is call'd the Cave of Death), [day, Thro' its dread bars t'admit the darken'd Had just begun-when, by my woes oppreft, I funk at laft to fleep and troubled reft; Troubled indeed! for dreaming I beheld Sights which my future horrid fate unveil'd. [height, ROUS'D by my words-he gaz'd with Methought I ftood upon the hills, whole frenzied stare, [the hair, And ceas'd his horrid meal-then with Which hung in clotted maffes down the head, [wildly faidCleaning his blood-fmear'd jaws-he Thou bidft me deeds of direft woe declare, Which, but to think of, is itself despair; Yet if my words can fix this traitor's fhame, And blast with infamy his hated name, Tho' fcalding tears bedew my anguifh'd face, [trace. I fhall with joy my cruel wrongs reThy features are to me unknown-the fame [feeft thefe dark The means by which, 'fore death, thou Abodes: thy fpeech a Florentine should [name: But, fo or not, Count Hugoline my And he whofe fkull I gnaw, O ftranger, know, mark Was once a Prelate, and my mortal foe, Ruggiero call'd-he flopp'd and gave a groan[known, I fhall not tell, for they on earth are By what vile arts he won me to his pow'r But how he agoniz'd my dying hourHow the fell monster lengthen'd out my fate[my hate. Hear thou-and judge if not deserv❜d At Lucca, hides the Pifan plains from fight: [franc race, There Ghaland, Sifmond, and the LanPrepar'd with him, the mafter of the chace, [rude; To hunt the wolf amid thefe mountains A wolf and whelps they rous'd, and quick purfued, [thouting fir'd; With fiercest dogs, whofe rage their Soon they o'ertook the panting preythat tir'd [no moreAnd faint from fwift purfuit could run Then with fell bite their bleeding fides they tore, [pir'd. And all beneath their cruel tooth exStarting I woke—and heard my children [fleep. weep, And call for bread in anguish as they Sure thou wilt fhed it, if thou haft a tear, Thinking on that hard fate which now my fear Forefaw The customary hour drew near When they were wont to bring our wretched fare; [not dare Yet, by our dreams forewarn'd, we did Expect the ufual food.-I heard a found, Not as of doors which on their hinges creek, But the harsh grating bolts. I look'd around On my poor children-but I did not fpeak I did I did not weep-despair my tears had dried cried, defpair They all were weeping-and my Anfelm [ftern!" "Father, dear father, do not look fo Still not a tear-I felt my temples burn That day was past, and all the dreadful [light night, In deathlike filence-'till the next day's Began to dawn again-then, when I faw Four wretches brought to life and fuch [gnaw By me-to frenzy rous'd, I 'gan to My unoffending hands,and tear my hairThey, thinking it was hunger, rofe, and [deadfajd, "Eat our flesh, father-we must foon be And happier we shall die, if we relieve Your pangs-eat-and the life you gave [gloomTo ftop their cries, I fat in fullen Why did not then the gaping earth en[word tomb And aid our sufferings? Not one more That and the next fucceeding day was heard. (teous cry, On the fourth morn, Gaddo, with piExhausted, said, "Help, father, or I die !" receive. I had no help to give-and by my fide, THE RETREAT TO THE COT. A POETICAL OLIO. (Concluded from page 295.) OCCASIONAL POEMS, WRITTEN AT XVII. STRANGER! fhould my plaintive 381 And should't thou wish to learn my tale, Go! ask old Thames, for he has heard, -But ask it not in Dura's vale! There first I liften'd to her tale, We mix'd our tears o'er many a tale; Sing the glad tidings down the vale ! And am not I the only Bard, Embosom'd in the earth fhall lie, . Then |