For thofe gentlemen and ladies who are defirous of feeing this last part, there is a private room provided. Thefe performaces have been seen by moft of the crown'd heads of Afia, Africa and Europe, and never appear'd publick any where but once; but will wait of any at their houses, and perform as above, for five pounds each time. There will be a proper guard to keep the houfe in due decorum. This other advertisement was also pubfifh'd at the fame time, which, one would have thought, was fufficient to prevent the -former's having any effect. S Lately arriv'd from Italy, A B IG. Capitello Jumpedo, a furprizing dwarf, no taller than a common tavern tobacco pipe; who can perform a many wonderful equilibres, on the flack or tight rope: Likewife he'll transform his body in above ten thousand different shapes and poltures; and after he has diverted the C fpectators two hours and a half, he will open his mouth wide, and jump down his own throat. He being the most wonderfull'st wonder of wenders as ever the world wonder'd at, would be willing to join in performance with that furprizing musician on Monday next, in the Hay- Market. He is to be fpoke with at the Black Raven in Golden-Lane every day from feven till twelve, and from twelve all day long. Nevertheless, the contrivance took, and the playhouse was crouded with dukes, ducheffes, lords, ladies, &c. the confequence of which will appear from the following paragraph. D Last night (viz. Monday the 16th) the E much expected drama of the bottle-conju rer of the New Theatre in the Ilay-Market, ended in the tragi-comical manner following. Curiofity had drawn together prodigious numbers. About 7 the theatre being lighted up, but without fo much as a fingle fiddle to keep the audience in good best of their way out of the theatre; fome lofing a cloak, others a hat, others a wig, and others hat, wig and fwords alfo. One party however ftaid in the house, in order to demolish the infide, when the mob breaking in, they tore up the benches, broke to pieces the scenes, pull'd down the boxes, in fhort difmantled the theatre entirely, carrying away the particulars abovementioned into the street, where they made a mighty bonfire; the curtain being hoifted on a pole, by way of flag. A large party of guards were fent for, but came time enough only to warm themselves round the fire. We hear of no other difafter than a young nobleman's chin being hurt, occasion'd by his fall into the pit, with part of one of the boxes, which he had forced out witia his foot. 'Tis thought the conjurer vanish'd away with the bank. Many enemies to a late celebrated book, conceruing the ceafing of miracles, are greatly disappointed by the conjurer's non-appearance in the bottle; they imagining, that his jumping into it would have been the most convincing proof poffible, that miracles are not yet ceased. Several advertisements were printed af. terwards, fome ferious, others comical, relating to this whimsical affair; among the reft was the following, which, we hope, may be a means of curing this humour for the future. This is to inform the Publick, THAT notwithstanding the great abufe that has been put upon the gentry. there is now in town a man, who instead of creeping into a quart or pint bottle, will change himfelf into a rattle; which he hopes will pleafe both young and old. If this perfon meets with encouragement to this advertisement, he will then acquaint the gentry where and when he performs. The reafon affign'd, in another humorous advertisement, of the conjurer's not goir into the quart battle, was, that after fearching all the taverns, not one could be found. On the above Allion in the Hay-Market. humour, many grew impatient med F WHEN conjurers the quality can ately follow'd a chorus of catcalls, heigh- bubble, And get their gold with very little trouble, vapours; And further yet, if we the matter strain, he'd fhow, Grannums who dy'd a hundred years ago :— The de'el a bit ;—no, let me speak in brief, 2 Obey the glad fummcns, to Letbe repair, Drink deep of the ftream and forget all your care, Drink deep of the ftream and forget fire to burn, And feel the virtuous fentiments we learn. T' attain these glorious ends, what play fo fit, As that! were all the powers of human wit What, though a boy, it may with pride be faid, A boy, in England born, in England bred: Where freedom well becomes the earliest ftate, For there the love of liberty's innate. Yet more before my eyes thofe heroes ftand, [this land; Whom the great William brought to blefs To guard with pious care, that generous [began. plan, Of power well bounded,-which he first But while my great fore-fathers fire my mind, The friends, the joy, the glory of mankind; The parts were, Portius, by prince George; Juba, prince Edward; Cato, mafter Nugent; Sempronius, mafter Evelyn; Lucius, mafter Montague; Decius, lord Millington; Syphax, lord North's fon; and Marcus, mafter Maddan; Marcia, princess Augusța; Lucia, princess Elizabeth. and [youth, Tho' ill may fuit his form with beardless Yet fhall his foul beam forth in honest truth; And thou, indulgent to my real part, Accept this tribute from a faithful heart. Prologue and Epilogue to CORIOLANUS, 4 Tragedy, by the late Mr. Thomson; now acting with great Applause at the Theatre-Royal in Covent Garden. PROLOGUE. Spoken by Mr. QUIN. Come not here your candour to implore Whether fome angel plann'd the poet's page, I For fcenes, whofe author is, alas! no And Addifon foretold thy rifing age; When filial piety fhall guard the throne, His raptur'd eyes, to view his mended line. Well may a brighter Marcia fhine on earth, When such she fhines who gave our Marcia birth; While, fraught with British worth and Ro man fire, A fecond Juba emulates his fire ; Nor nameless thou, our younger hope, repine, The godlike William's deathless name is thine. Should fell ambition wafteful torrents (pread, Or motley faction raise his frantick head, Millions with George fhall own his facred cause Of power, freedom, monarchy and laws. Thy virtues then shall claim a better fate Than his, who fell beneath a falling ftate : Our throne shall rife more glorious than his grave, [fave. And George preferve, what Cato could not Thus while thy arm the banner shall display, While Edward learns to conquer and obey, O! Eton, may this be thy boasted pride, Thy fons fhall combat near their prince's fide. [choice, Cheer'd by his fmiles, and honour'd by his Thy towers refound-I hear th' infpiring voice : [treat, "Never fhall treason ftain this blefs'd re"Nor barbarous riot shake the mufes feat; "Pure fhall the hallow'd stream of learning flow, "And the chafte fires thro' fpotless bofoms Alas! I feel I am no actor here) He lov'd his friends with fuch a warmth of heart, So clear of int'reft, so devoid of art, O candid truth, O faith without a ftain, Such was the man-the poet well you know: Oft has he touch'd your hearts with tender laws; For his chafte muse employ'd her heaventaught-lyre None but the nobleft paffions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot. Oh may to-night your favourable doom Another laurel add to grace his tomb : Whilft he, fuperior now to praise or blame, Hears not the feeble voice of human fame. Yet if to those whom moft on earth he lov'd, From whom his pious care is now remov'd, With whom his liberal hand, and bounte ous heart Shar'd all his little fortune could impart, give What they no longer can from his receive, That, that, even now, above yon ftarry pole, [foul May touch with pleasure his immortal EPILOGUE. ELL! gentlemen! and are you still WE to vain To treat our fex with arrogant difdain, And If an old mother had fuch pow'rful To stop a stubborn Reman's conquering arms, [face, [you Soldiers and statesmen of these days, with What think you wou'd a fair young miftrefs do? If with my grave difcourfe, and wrinkled I thus could bring a hero to difgrace, How abfolutely may 1 hope to reign Now I am turn'd to my own shape again! However, I will ufe my empire well; And, if I have a certain magick spell Or in my tongue, or wit, or fhape, or eyes, Which can fubdue the strong, and fool the wife, Be not alarm'd: I will not interfere In ftate-affairs, nor undertake to steer The helm of government,-as we are told Those female politicians did of old : Such dangerous heights I never wish'd to climb[time Thank heav'n! I better can employ my One, which at prefent I have most at heart, The MURDERER. N luckless hour, on Delia's mien IN Muckle's hour, on Happy! her charms bad I ne'er feen, In vain to other nymphs I fly, Alas! fmall refpite from my pain Their weaker tranfient charms impart ; When the appears, her eyes maintain Their empire o'er my vanquish'd heart. Thus, where the murther'd body lies, If fate or chance th' affaffin leads, (Strange pow'r of fafcinating eyes!) The halfclos`d wound gapes fresh and bleeds, F43 The PETITION to CUPID. Written by a Foreigner of Diftin&tion, whe But if love I offer, fcorning Looks that speak the tender paffion, Smiling mischief, fly undoer, O thou god of pleasing anguish, If indeed a god you be, Teach the tyrant how to languish, Make her heart and eyes agree. Or, if wilful she refuses To obey thy law divine, Make the man, whom first the chufes, Treat her heart as the does mine. The Disappointed LADY. By a Lady of Quality. Chloris on her downy pillow lay, A'Twixt fleep and wake, the morning flid away; Soft at her chamber-door, a tap fhe heard, She liftned, and again-no one appear'd: "Who's there?" the fprightly nymph with courage cries. ["fhip dies.". "Ma'm, 'tis the man, who for your la'"Sure 'tis delufion. What, a dying lover!> "Yet fpeak once more, what is't you "want, however ?" A fecond time thofe accents pierc'd her ear; Sweet was the found, tranfported was the fair. "At length mankind are juft," her la'fhip faid, Drew on her night-gown, then stept out of [right, bed, Look'd in the glafs, confefs'd him in the "Who thinks me not a beauty, 'tis mere "fpight. "Affemble, ye coquets, with envy burn, "And view the wonders which my eyes "have done. "In vain your pert and forward airs you. try, [" farther fly, "Mankind, the more you court, the "And 'tis for me, and only me they die. "But how fhall I receive him?" (cries the dame,) "Prudence allows not pity-I must blame. ་་ Perhaps, |