THESPIS: or a CRITICAL EXA- [Entire. Price 2s. 2d.] BOLD is his talk in this difcerning age, When every witling prates about the ftage; Bold in fuch times, his talk must be al- Of all the ftudies in thefe happier days, None like the ftage our admiration draws; Yet, has this art unhappily no rules mace. High as the town, with reverence we may name, And ftamp its general fentiments to fame; Still, if we look, minutely, we shall find For eafe or humour, dignity or fire, And pine beneath an infamy of praife. On every accent of that wond'rous tongue; And the big forrow delug'd all my eye; [heart! And ach'd intenfely round my ftruggling Yet, in those moments, when I fought to An equal tranfport in the public mind; And drowly dullness fat upon the throng; Or well-bred curties fhot from box to A peal of praife has thunder'd all around, When things, like thefe, for ever give And empty how is lifted over fenfe : Nay, when our actors, in their bufieft While fear or hope ftand beating at our run, And feaft the galleries with an inftant Applaud, if right, the man fhe may de- find No fingle man quite excellent in mind; pen. of grace, Convinc'd, the trueft pictures must be Long in the annals of theatric fame, Has truth grac'd GARRICK with a foremost name; Long in a wide diversity of parts, Nor is it strange, that e'en in partial days, And range thro' all the celebrated climes, In which it flourish'd, to the prefent times, Where thall we find an actor who has preft, [breast, With fuch extenfive force upon the Fill'd fuch opposing chara&ers for years, Unmatch'd, alike, in laughter or in tears? Others, perhaps, the greatest of their hour, [er, Whom fame extoll'd as prodigies of pow. Have yet to fcanty limits been confin'd, And hewn but one dull tendency of mind; On bold blank-verfe heroically rofe, Or meanly ambled upon humble profe OTHELLO's form a BETTERTON might [pair, And rend the foul with horror and deBOOTH might with conscious majelty declaim, wear, And built on CATO a fubftantial name; In WILDAIR, WILKS moft certainly might foar, [roar; And CIBBER's fop fet millions in a But which of thefe like GARRICK cou'd [in LEAR; In ROMEO, SHARPE, in DRUGGER and Fill the wide rounds of pallion as they fall, appear, `give, The warming canvass almost how to live; Tho' fcarce to lefs than deity, when grown, He call'd cut new creations of his own; Yet, when the weakness of his art he faw, The Grecian father's agony to draw, Twas wife a veil upon his face to throw, Whofe pangs he found impoffible to fhew; But when, ev'n Shakespear never cou'd poffeis Too big a grief for GARRICK to expreís, When his sharp eye to piercingly can roll, [foul, And dart fuch initant paffions thro' the 'Tis doubly wrong, the tenderer the cafe, To hide the wondrous workings of his face; To check our hopes, or play upon our fears, And damp the rich-foul'd luxury of tears. For five long years in dark oblivion thrown, [known, Has LEE remain'd, neglected and unUnlefs, when chance, on fome capricious ftart, Has kindly bleft him with a decent part; Yet was this LEE, at one aufpicious hour, Allow'd to boast a little share of power, Was thought in various characters to please, And fam'd no lefs for energy than cafe. For me, who feel a tenderuefs of breast, Where'er a dawn of merit seems oppreft, I may, perhaps, be partial to his faults, And do him more than juftice in my thoughts; But when I fee the genuine paffions rife, Which flame in ABOAN's red reflecting eyes; When I behold in VERNISH's difgrace The struggling foul fo ftampt upon the face; Or meet in BELMONT with that dangerous art, [the heart; Which ev'n for crimes can plead about I own, it wounds my temper and my taste To find him still so despicably plac'd; Sent Sent on in FRENCHMEN, RALEIGHS, With which, too oft, most execrably fine, course, crown, That ev'n when BARRY, in his noblest [force; Some few weeks fince exerted all his Strain'd every nerve to draw the scattering [town; And cramm'd his moon-ey'd idiot on the Then did this LEE burft on us in a blaze, And wake us all to wonder and to praife; Give vile IAGO's deeply fcheming ire The boldeft touches of dramatic fire, And fwell the gen'rous PIERRE with a [fame. That left ev'n JAFFIER but a fecond Hence, mean foe'er, as managers may prize, flame I look on LEE with very different eyes, And freely place, however they disdain, His chair next GARRICK's high in Drury-lane. The greatest charge our little judges lay [weigh, When HOLLAND's worth they critically Is, that in all the characters he tries, His mafter GARRICK ever fills his eyes; That meanly fervile in his walk of parts, He ftrives to thine by imitative arts, And now, fo dull a copyift is grown, To want all fenfe and feeling of his own. In this nice age, when fatally difgrac'd, Poor fente falls martyr'd on the thrine of talte, When a mere word, indefinite and vain, The random coinage of the coxcomb's brain, By truth and judgment wholly unconfin'd, And lick the foot that tramples it ip dust. Yet, fure, if GARRICK hitherto has ran If in the various characters he plays Which gives the fineft effence of delight, Muft argue less from judgment than from whim, Since copying nature is to copy him. But, why at all fhould critics proudly start, And feem to frown on imitative art? Where worth, or fame our admiration raife, A wish to copy is a kind of praise So rich in thought, and vigorous in mind, Should we not all inevitably throng While he does this, I patiently attend, And join myfelf the tribute of a tear. our ears; er, Fatigue to death in fpight of all our pow[hour And drawl the minute's fentence to an Nor is this all; a ftupid fort of stare, A ftarch'd, ftiff, ftalking, aukwardness of air, Abforb at once his figure and his face, And fcorn all marks of nature and of grace; While the purs'd lips, to wind up ev'ry paufe, Important fwell and bully for applause. Few for fo fhort an interval have gain'd A higher rank than POWELL has obtain'd; And few, in fact, at prefent on the stage, Deferve a warmer notice from the age. Form'd with fome lines that happily exprefs No little fenfe of pity and diftrefs; No little hare of foftnefs to the heart, and years Alarm alike our pity and our fears, Where the poor LuSIGNAN, from prifon led, [head: Shakes the white honours of his facred O'er his fweet Pagan tenderly complains, And calls again for darkness, and for chains; Or, where old HENRY, fick'ning with The fprightly airs of libertine and beau ; plac'd, YATES, with high rank for ever must be (tafte; Who blends fuch ftrict propriety with From nature's fount fo regularly draws, And never leeks to trick us of applaufe. Mark, when he plays, no vacancy of face, No wand'ring eye, or ignorant grimace, And fweils each mufcle with a burfting thought. Hence, in thofe cruder fections of a part, Where want of humour must be fill'd by art, Where the poor poet, in fome luckless fit care, Yet there are times, when spight of all his maze; Falt from himself he tremblingly retires, Nor truts that worth which all the world admires ; But on a fea of causeless terror toft, Allows both mind and memory to be loft. But tho' on YATES the comic mufe may fhower, An ample fund of humour and of power; Tho' in his walk, of characters he claims So high a place among theatric names, Still there are others in her smiles who fhare, [fair. And prove her generous as they know her Oft in fome whim, the buxom nymph will try To pafs for KING upon the public eye: On Toм or RANGER, wantonly will feize, And give us all his spirit and his ease : Again, in PRATTLE phyfically prim, She teals each look and attitude from him; Feels no unkind propensity to rove, Glows with a flame additionally warm, O! that the goddefs, in fome lucky hour Difmifs the fancy SMATTER from his air. A finger truly, and difgrac'd with fenfe. He meanly pimp'd for prostituted fame, Our honeft rage eternally muft live, PALMER, from playing almost every Has grown fo long familiar to our sight, We kindly rate him as a decent player. Nor did the drama ever yet produce For parts of life, and characters refin'd; Tho' ealy, ftiff; and manacled, tho' free ; He keeps an endless screaming on the ear; note Too nicely horrid for a human throat. Yet, ever ready in the heaviest parts, If ftrong good fenfe, and latitude of arts A keen conception, and a tafte refin'd, Or once difpute his title to a wreathe? An actor's name eternally to live; Hence, tho' in FALSTAFF, LOVE has A nice obfervance of the human breast ; Titt Or |