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though the most prominent and general points of character may have been fully represented in their narration yet, from the particular circumstance of their being foreigners, they could not penetrate fairly into the minutiae. A series of writings, which brand the vicious with the mark of shame and punishment, and level the shaft of irony and laughter at folly, while they encourage and support real virtue and good sense, explained and put in their true light, with as much impartiality as human nature will allow in speaking of one's own country, must open a good field for the display of character. Hence the whole is accompanied with notes, explanatory of the localities and such circumstances as are liable to a double interpretation.
We cannot conclude this preface better than by laying before our readers a passage from the “lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Lettres,” by that excellent critic Dr. Blair. In the third volume, when comparing the French and English comedy, he says, “from the English there we are naturally led to expect a greater variety of original characters in comcdy and bolder strokes of wit and humour than are to be found on any other modern stage. Humour is in a great measure the peculiar province of the English nation. The nature of such a free government as ours, and that unrestrained liberty which our manners allow to cvery man of living entirely after his own lasle, afford full scope to the display of singularity of character and to the indulgence of humour in all its forms. Whereas in France the influence of the court, the more established subordinations of ranks and the universal observance of the forms of politeness and decorum, spread a much greater uniformity over the outward behaviour and characters of men. Hence comedy has a more ample field and can flow with a much freer vein in Britain, than in France."
Tue Jealous Wise by G. Colman . . 299
The Apprentice by A. Murphy ...
D. Garrick . ........ 857 Who's the Dupe by Cowley'. ...
ORPHAN OF CHINA.
Josepi ADDISOx was born May 21, 1672, at Milston, of which his father was then Rector, near Ambrosebury in W hire. He was early sent to sehool, there, under the care of the Rev. Nr. Naish; from whence be was re
pored ta Salisbury school, and then to the Charterhouse, under the tuition of the learned Dr. Ellis. Here he first contracted an intimacy with Mr. Slecle, which continued almost to his death. At fifteeu he was entered of Queen's Callege, Oxford, and in about two years admitted to the degrees of bachelor and master of arts in thai college; ut
he time he was celebrated for his latin poems, to be found in a second volume of the Musae Britanicue, collected by Addiosa. Beeg at the uuiversity, he was upon the point of coding to the desires of his father and several of his friends, to enter into holy orders; but having, through Mr. Congreve's means, become a favourite of Lord Halifax, he was prevailed tepes by that nobleman, to give up the design. He sticcessively filled the public stations, in 1702, of Commissioner of the Arnals in the Excise : 1707, Under-Secretary of Stale ; 1709, Secretary of Ireland, aud Keeper wf the Records in Ireland: 115 (the grand climacteric of Addison's repolation, Cato appeared) Secrelary to the Lords' Justices; 1914 ono of the Lords Commissioners of Trade; and at last, 1717, one of the first Secretaries of State. Dr. Johason says, “For tu comployment he might justly be supposed qualified by Jong practice of business, and by his regular ascent through other blbee: but expectation is often disappointed; it is universally confessed, that he was unequal to the duties of la place in the Hoase of Commons he could not apeak, and therefore was useless to the lefence of the Governacat. h the use, says Pope, he could not issue an order without losing his time in quest of finc expressions." He soled his dismissal with a pension of 1500 pounds a year. He inarried the Countess Dowager of Warwick, 1716; s is to bave first known her by becoming tutor to' ber son. Johnson says, "The Lady was at last prevailed upon to mary him, on terms much like those, on which a Turkish princess is espoused, to whom the sultan is re. gented to procounce, Daughter, I give thee this man for thy slave.' "The marriage made no addition to his lappia Bes: 6 ber made tbeth nor found them equal. Iu 1718 - 19, he had a severe dispute on The Poerage Bill Muh Steele, be, iaveterate in bis political opinions, supported them in a pamphlet called The Plebeian, which Addia # amewered by another, under the title of The Old Whig. Some epithets, let drop by Addison, answered by a cutGal get a resm Cato, by Steele, were the cause of their friendship's being dissolved; and every person acquainted
the freed) terms on which these two great men had lived so long, must regret, that they should finally part in TO 6pposite Addison died of an asthma and dropsy, on the 17th June, 1719, aged 4%, leaving only one danhla bebied him. The general esteem ia which his productions, both serious and humorous in The Spectator, The T r and Tke Guardian are beld, "pleads (as Spakspeare says), like Ingels, trumpet-longued, in their behalf.” As . . Car, in the dramatic, and his Campaign, in the heroic way, will ever maintain a place among the first-rate
orkel either kind - And a good map's death displays the character of his life. At his last hour, he sent for a reiadku, voang Lord Warwick, whose youth he supposed might be influenced by an awful lesson, when, taking Land of the young man's hand, he said "See in what peace a Christian can die!” and immediately expired.
AITED af Drury Lane, 1713. It is one of the first of our dramatic poems, and was performed 18 nights succese tu very successful run for a tragedy, is attributed by Dennis, who wrote a very bilter critique upon Calo, to er from Addison's leaving raised prejndices in his own favour, by false positions of preparatory criticism : and
his best poisoned the town by contradicting, in The Specialur, the established rude of peetical justice, becalisa k ors hero, with all his virtues, was to fall before a tyrant. Johnson says, "the fact is certain; the motives we
ut van Steele packed an audience. The danger was soon over. The whole nation was, at that time, on fire - Cacium. The Whigs applauded every line, in which liberty was mentioned, as a saliru on the Tories; and the
ria ecdad every clap, to sbew, that the satire was infeli." It was ushered into notice by eight complimentary cois at verses to the author, among which, one by Steele, leads the van; besides a prologue by Pore, and an epilo.
by Dr. Gerth: Dr. Johoson, with the abovementioned persons, nay, even Dennis's gall, has marked this tragedy .. be d asic, and a succession of audiences for above a century has proved, that it has deserved “Golden opin
bu sorts of people,” Jolinson observes, "of a work so inuch read, it is difficult to say anything new.
d iagros which the public thinks long, it commonly allains to think right; and of Calo it has been not unjustly H axed, that it is rather a poem in dialogae than a drama ; rather a succession of just sentiments in elegant' lan
, as a representation of natural aflections, or of any statc probable or possible in human life. Nothing here ex
stages emotion; here is no magical power of raising phantastic terror or exciting wild anxiety. The events o srecu vitbout salicilade, and remembered without joy or sorrow. Of the agents we have no care. Cato is a
abuye a solicitude, a man of whom "the gods take care," and whom we leave to their care with heedless c ence. To the rest, neither gods nor men can have much attention; for there is not one amongst them, that
acts either affection or esteem. But they are made the vehicles of such sentiments and such expressious scarcely a scene in the play, which the reader does not wish to impress upon his memory.
MUTINEERS, GUARDS. etc Scene.-The Governor's Palace in Ulica.
And heavily in clouds brings on the day, : SCENE I.-A Hall.
The great, th' important day, big with the fate Enter PORTIOs and MARCUS. of Cato and of Rome-our father's death Per. The dawn is overcast, the morning Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, low'rs,
And close the scene of blood. Already Caesar
Has ravag'd more than half the globe, and seesLove is not to be reason'd down, or lost
Por. Devold young Juba, the Numidian Marc. Thy sleady temper, Portius,
way to priace, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, With how much care he forms himself to glory, 'In the calm lights of mild philosophy; And breaks the fierceness of his native temper, I'm tortur’d, e'en to maduess, when I think To copy out our father's brighi example. On the proud victor; ev'ry time he's nam'd He loves our sister Marcia, greatly loves her: Pharsalia rises lo my view!-I see
His eyes, bis looks, his actions, all betray it; Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field, But still the smother'd fondness burns within Strew'd with "Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter;
When most it swells, and labours for a vent, His horses hoofs wet wiih patrician blood! The sense of honour, and desire of fame, Ob, Portius! is not there some chosen curse, Drive the big passion back into his heart.“ Some hidden thunder in the stores of hear'n, What, shall an African, shall Juba's heir Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man|Reproach great Calo's son, and show the world Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?|A virtue wanting in a Roman soul? Por. Believe me, Marcus, 'tis an impious Marc. Portius, no more! your words leave greatness,
i slings behind them. And mix'd with too much horror to be envied: Whene'er did Juba, or did Portius, show How does the lustre of our father's actions, A virtue that has cast me at a distance, Through the dark cloud of ills that cover him, And thrown me out in the pursuits of bonour? Break out, and burn with more triumphant Por. Oh, Marcus! did I know the way to brighiness!
. .. ease
: His sufferings shine, and spread a glory round Thy troubled heart, and mitigate thy pains, him;
Marcus, believe me, I could die to do it. Greatly unfortunate, he fights the cause Marc. Thou best of brothers, and thou best Of honour, virtue, liberty, and Rome.
i ? of friends! Marc. Who knows not this? But what can Pardon a weak, distemper'd soul, that swells i Calo do
With sudden gusts, and sinks as soon in calms, Against a world, a base, degen'rale world, The sport of passions. But Sempronius comes: That courls the yoke, and bows the neck to He must not find this softness hanging on me. Caesar?
[Erit. Pent up in Utica, be vainly forms
Enter SEMPRONIUS. A poor epitome of Roman grealness,
Sem. Conspiracies ng seper should be And; coverd with Numidian guards, direcis
form'd Å feeble army, and an emply senate,
Than executed. What means Portius here? Remnants of mighty baltles fought in vain. I like nol that cold youth. I must dissemble By bear'n, such virtues, join'd with such success, And speak a language foreign to my heart. Distracts my very soul! our father's fortune
[ Aside Would almost lempl us to renounce bis precepts. Good morrow, Portius; let us once embrace Por. Remember what our father oft has| Once more embrace, while yel we both are fred told us:
- To-morrow, should we thus express ou The ways of heav'n are dark and intricate;
: friendship, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Rach might receive a slave into his arms. Our understanding traces them in vain, This sun, perhaps, this morning sun's the las Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search; That e'er shall rise on Roman Liberty. Nor sees with bow much art the windings run, Por. My father has this morning calla td Nor where the regular confusion ends.
4gether Marc. These are suggestions of a mind at To this poor hall, his lille Roman senate ease:
(The leavings of Pbarsalia), lo consult Oh, Portius, didst thou lasle bul half the griefs If he can yet oppose the mighly torrent That wring my soul, thou couldst not talk That bears down Rome and all her gods before thus coldly.
Or must al length give up the world to Caes. Passion unpilied, and successless love,
Sem. Not all the pomp and majesty of Ror Plant daggers in my heart, and aggravate Can raise her senate more than Cato's presen My other griefs.-ÝVere but my Lucia kind-His virtues render our assembly awful, Por. Thou seest not that thy brother is thy They strike witb some!hing like religious fa rival;
And make ev'n Caesar Iremble at the head But I must hide it, for I know thy temper. (of armies flush'd with conquest. Oh,
Portius! Now, Marcus, now thy virlue's on the proof, Could I but call that wondrous man niy faut Put forlb thy utmost strength, work ev'ry nerve, Would but thy sister Marcia be propitious And call up all thy father in thy soul: To thy friend's vows, I might be blesi inde To quell the lyrant love, and guard thy heart! Por. Alas, Sempronius! wouldst thou On this wcak side, where most our nature fails,
of love Would be a conquest worthy Calo's son. To Marcia, wbilst ber father's life's in dano
Mari. Alas, the counsel which I cannot take, Thou might'st as weli court the pale, te Instead of bcaling, but upbraids my weakness.