idea of it, we with by our account of it to impart a degree of fatisfaction to our Readers.

The following analysis of the characters in this play is added, because it illuftrates its contents, and may therefore be acceptable :

Count Benini, an Italian rich old nobleman.

Count Florenzi, returned from the wars, in love with Indiana.

Marquis Caliari, the Iago-like friend of Florenzi, in love with Juliana.

Lealto, the honeft and faithful fervant of Florenzi. O'Raffarty, an Irish haymaker, who, after reaping his harvest in England, by his going on board a wrong veffel, was conveyed to Naples inftead of his own country.

Juliana, the mutual object of affection of Caliari and Florenzi.

Marchionefs Veteria, a rich antiquated and ugly old

maiden.

The mufic, by Dr. Arnold, is entitled to confiderable praise.

Auguft 18. The very fudden and awful death of Mr. John Palmer, on the Liverpool ftage, the fecond of this month, has engaged the attention and excited the fympathy of all ranks of people. He was acting a part in the play called The Stranger, and being asked by the reprefentative of Baron Steinfort (Mr. Whitfield) where he had left his children.-Poor Palmer, labouring under heavy domeftic afflictions, felt the force of thefe expreffions, fell backward and expired, exclaiming:

"Oh! God! God!

There is another and a better world."

These it seems were lines in The Stranger, and from their expreffivenefs are to be infcribed on his tomb. Mr. Palmer having left behind him eight children, this evening a benefit was given for the four youngest of them at the Opera-house, and we are happy to fay,

that

that the receipts of the House amounted to upwards of 700l. On this benevolent occafion the Heir at Law, and the Children in the Wood, were reprefented, and performed with uncommon animation.

An Address, written by Mr. Colman, and alluding to the decease of Palmer, was put into the hands of Mr. Robert Palmer to be recited. But this Gentleman was overcome by his feelings, for after uttering a few lines, he was obliged to retire:

"Forgive this falling tear,

Alas! I feel I am no actor here.”

The Houfe was elegantly illuminated, and lent on the occafion, free of expence, by Mr. Taylor. Mr. Colman's Company volunteered their exertions with a generofity which merits high commendation.

LIVERPOOL.

Auguft 13: A free benefit was given to the children of the late Mr. J. Palmer; the Theatre was crowded, and the following incomparable Address, written by Mr. Rofcoe, was delivered by Mr. Holman to the audience: Ye airy fprites, who, oft as fancy calls,

Sport 'midft the precincts of these haunted walls!
Light forms, that float in mirth's tumultuous throng,
And frolic dance, and revelry, and song,

Fold your gay wings, reprefs your wonted fire-
And from your fav'rite feats awhile retire!

And thou, whose pow'rs sublimer thoughts impart,
Queen of the fprings that move the human heart
With change alternate; at whose magic call
The swelling tides of paffion rise or fall-
Thou, too, withdraw; for 'midst thy lov'd abode,
With step more stern a mightier pow'r has trod-
Here, on this fpot, to ev'ry eye confeft,
Enrob'd with terrors ftood the kingly gueft;

Here, on this fpot, DEATH Wav'd th' unnerring dart,
And ftruck-his nobleft prize-AN HONEST HEART!

What

What wondrous links the human feelings bind;
How ftrong the fecret fympathies of mind!
As fancy's pictur'd forms around us move,
We hope or fear, rejoice, detest, or love:
Nor heaves the figh for SELFISH woes alone-
CONGENIAL forrows mingle with our own:
Hence, as the poet's raptur'd eye-balls roll,
The fond delirium feizes all his foul;

And, whilst his pulfe concordant measures keeps,
He fmiles in transport, or in anguish weeps.
But, ah, lamented fhade, not thine to know
The anguish only of IMAGIN'D Woe !-
Deftin'd o'er life's SUBSTANTIAL ills to mourn,
And fond parental ties untimely torn!

Then whilst thy bofom, lab'ring with its grief,
From fabled forrows fought a fhort relief,
The FANCIED woes, too true to nature's tone,
Burft the flight barrier, and became thy own;
In mingled tides the fwelling paffions ran,
Abfor'd the actor, and o'erwhelm'd the man!
Martyr of fympathy, more fadly true

Than ever FANCY feign'd, or POET drew!

Say why, by heav'n's acknowledg'd hand impreft,
Such keen fenfations actuate all the breaft?

Why throbs the heart for joys that long have fled?
Why lingers HOPE around the filent dead?

Why fpurns the fpirit its incumb'ring clay,
And longs to foar to happier realms away?
Does heav'n, unjust, the fond defire inftill,
To add to mortal woes another ill-

Is there, thro' all the intellectual frame,

No kindred mind that prompts the nightly dream;
Or, in lone mufings of remembrance fweet,
Infpires the fecret wish-once more to meet ?
There is; for not by more determin'd laws
The fympathetic fteel the magnet draws,
Than the freed fpirit acts, with strong controul,
On its refponfive fympathies of foul;
And tells, in characters of truth unfurl'd-
"There is another, and a BETTER world!

Yet,

Yet, whilft we forrowing tread this earthly ball,
For human woes a human tear will fall.

Bleft be that tear; who gives it doubly bleft,
That heals with balm the orphan's wounded breast!
Not all that breathes in morning's genial dew
Revives the parent plant where once it grew;
Yet may those dews with timely nurture aid
The infant flowrets drooping in the fhade;
Whilft long experienced worth and manners mild—
A father's merits-still protects his child.

We close this account with a lift which exhibits the names of most of the male performers deceafed within these twenty years; it may gratify the curiofity of those of our Readers who are partial to the dramatical department of our Mifcellany :

Garrick Vandermere Webster

Holland Vernon

Dunstall

Barry

Wilfon

On the 15th of next month this Theatre will be reopened for the enfuing winter. Spirited preparations are, we understand, now making there for the enterment of the Public.

THE

THE

PARNASSIAN GARLAND,

FOR AUGUST, 1798.

H

LONDON.

"AIL London! justly queen of cities crown'd,

For freedom, wealth, extent, and arts renown'd;

No need of fables to enhance thy praise,

No wandering demi-gods thy walls to raise.
Let Rome imperial claim an elder date,
And boast her kindred to the Dardan ftate:
Thy ancient heroes palms as glorious grace,
Thy British founders and thy Saxon race!
Our ancestors in architecture rude,

Built their first towns of rough unchiffel'd wood;
No veiny marble yet, no Parian stone,

Nor sculptor's art, nor joiner's skill was known;

These by our Roman vifitors were taught,

Which they from Greece, and Greece from Egypt brought: Soon Thames along her rifing shores admires

Her ftony battlements and lofty spires;

Sublime Augufta rais'd her towering head,

Her Albion's pride, and envying neighbour's dread.
Since founded firft a thousand years twice told,
Two thousand funs have annual circles roll'd;
Perpetual growth has ftretch'd her ample bound,
Till scarce feven leagues can mete her circuit round;
A hundred temples for devotion rife!

A hundred steeples glitter in the skies!

Lo! in the midst WREN's Wondrous pile appears,
Which like a mountain its huge bulk uprears;
Such fure to failors on a distant stream,

The lofty peak of Teneriffe must seem,