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not of feeling :- and of that halo of poetry and passion which encircled our elder dramatists, and in the language of one of them “struck a glorious beam” on every thing they wrote, not a solitary ray is discoverable.

We know not if the Managers have adopted Hawkesworth’s alteration of this play, and the thing was not worth examination: the underplot has not, we believe, for some years been permitted to disgust the audience and disgrace the theatre. Southern himself we are to suppose would not bave objected against this, for we are told, that in his old age, and he was eighty six when he died; he expressed his regret, that he had been induced by the bad taste of the times to mingle together comedy and tragedy. The bad taste of the times ! “ The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason" but nothing to this. The truth is, this puling nonsense has been handed down to us, because it fell in with the bad taste” of those times. Soutbern might have kept his conscience clear. The miogling comedy and tragedy, beautifully and in nature was beyond the powers of almost any ipan of his age ! but in Southern, Oroonoko for exaniple, the “comedy is gross, indecent, and offensive farce, and promises from its ontset, to agree as effectively with the serious parts of the drama, as the front of an elephant with the hind quarters of a lady's lap-dog,

The only sketch of character in the whole play, agreably, to our conception, is Aboam, long a favourite of Garrick's, and ably represented on this occasion by Mr. Rae. By preserving the honour and dig. pity of Oroonoko, in his misfortunes, the author insured success with the “grounded understanders.” It is not in any way fitted to call forth the peculiar excellencies of Mr. Kean; but in gratitude for what better poets have done for him, he did much for the poet. The first and last scene with Imoinda, were inimitably beautiful. As to Miss SOMERVILLE she looked as she could "break her fast, dine, sup, and sleep upon the naked name of love,” and if this was not quite all that the author designed it was enough.

Just after Ben Jonson's magnificent Masque of Blackness had aps peared, in which her Majesty and the chief benuties of James's court bad taken part, and to tbe representation of which it was essential they should appear with “ faces and arms painted black;" Sir Dudley Carleton wrote to Winwood giving him full particulars, and he concludes by gravely assur, ing him, it became them nothing so well as their own red and white." Now we suspect Miss Soiperville and the actresses generally, to be somewhat of Sit Dudley's opinion, and should hold themselves much indebted, to thern, for permitting“my Lord Governor's slave” to retain the “natural ruby of her cheek” considering the apparent provoking necessity for tbe contrary.



A Gentleman of the name of Man, who resided at Deptford, and had a place in the Custom-house, having constantly finished his business at two o'clock, uscd generally to go home then to dinner: In his walk be frequently, met a Geutleman who lived in that neighbourhood, who was known to be disordered in his intellects, but whose conduct had always been inoffensive. It happened one day that the madman met him on the causeway, and having a large stick in his hand, when he came opposite to Mr. Man, made a sudden stop, and striking one end of the stick to the ground, whilst he held it with both his hands, he sternly pronounced who are you, Sir?' The other, not at all alarmed, and willing to sooth his assailant with a pun, replied, "why, Sir, I am a double man; I am man by name and man by nature.' Are you so,' says the insane; why I am a man beside mye self, and we two will fight you two.? Immediately upon which he knocked Mr. Man into the ditch, and deliberately walked off.



Every body knows that the government of Russia is arbia trary, and consequently ever watchful over the few daring subjects who presume to make any advances towards that li berty, to which, as natives of the earth, all men seem so duly intitled. The punishment inflicted upon such uncona stitutional delinquents is, however, not so severe as one might expect : būt, in my opinion, much more exemplary than is to be found in a country celebrated for the equity of decisions, and the salutary purpose of its laws.-While I resided at Moscow, there was a gentleman who thought fit to publish a quarto, volume in vindication of the liberties of the subject, grossly reflecting upon the unlimited power of the Czar Peter, and exposing the iniquity of the whole legislature (if it may be so called) of that empire. The offender was immediately seized by virtue of a warrant signed by one of the principal officers of state ; he was tried in a summary way, his book determined to be a libel, and he himself, as the author, condemned to beat his own words.' · This sentence was literally carried into execution on the fole lowing day. A scaffold was erected in the most populous part of the town; the imperial provost was the executioner, and all the magistrates attended at the ceremony.

The book was severed from the binding, the margins were cut off, and every leaf was rolled up, as near as I can recollect,

in the form of a lottery ticket, when it is taken out of the wheel at Guildhall by the blue-coat boy. The author of the libel was then served with them separately by the provost, who put them into his mouth, to the no small diversion of the spectators. The gentleman had received a complete mouthful before he began to chew ; but he was obliged, tipon pain of the severest bastinado, to swallow as many of the leaves as the Czar's serjeant surgeon and physiciari thought it possible for him to do without immediate hazard of his life. As soon as they were pleased to determine that it would be dangerous to proceed, the remainder of the sene tence was suspended for that time, and resumed again the next day, at the same place and hour, and strictly conformable to the same ceremony. I remember it was three days before this execution was over; but I attended it constantly, and was convinced that the author had actually swallowed every leaf of the book. Thus, I think, le may be very justly said to have eaten his own words. Some part of this punishment seemed to give the culprit little or no concern ; but I could not help observing, that now and'then he suffered great torture : which, from an accurate attention, I discovered to arise from particular leaves on which the strongest points of his arguments were printed.


Oh! sweet and loveliest of the tuneful throng,

Oft hast thou charm'd me in the placid hour,

Of morñ and even when iti the fragrant bow'r.
Of vines and roses; I have heard thee long, ..
Breathing thy mimic and enchanted song:

Harmonious sounding with a soothing pow'r;

But varied as the dew drop on the flow'r,
It chang'd to woe :-then with a cadence strong,
It warbled gladness, till it died away,

All sweetly like the whisper'd words of love,
Caught by the listening echoes. Could my lay

Like thine so variously charm the grove ;
Joy should inspire its notes as wild and gay,

Scorning the mateship of the wailing dove.

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