rehearsal of it, an actor, who was principally concerned in the piece, and though young, was then in the advantage of happy requisites, told Mr. Fielding he was apprehensive the audience would make free with him in a particular passage; and, therefore, begged it might be omitted.”—“No," replied the bard, "d-n them, let them find it out.” The play was brought on unaltered, and just as had been foreseen the audience was provoked. It was only acted six nights.. Murphy, Churchill observes of Mrs. Clive: First giggłing, prattling, chambermaids arrive, i:. On humour's base, more merit, or more praise. No two women of high rank hated one another more unreservedly than these two mighty Dames, Mrs. Clive and Mrs. Woffington: the passions of each were as high and lofty as those of a first Duchess; but they wanted the courtly art of concealing them. Mrs. Clive acted so naturally the woman of quality in Garrick's Lethe, that she entered into all the reigning irregularities and fopperies of the times, and gave great vivacity, humour, whim, and variety, to the inimitable action in Lady Riot. She was frank, open, and impetuous : what came uppermost in her mind she spoke without reserve. Mrs. Woffington was well bred, and mistress of herself: she often blunted the sharp speeches of Clive, by apparently civil, but deep sar. castic replies, and arch severity. In the Widow Blaekacre she found a proper subject to display a rich vein of humour; her comic abilities have not been excelled: she was so formed by nature to represent a variety of lively, laughing, droll, humourous, affected, and absurd characters, that it may be observed, that she had such a stock of comic force about her, as soon as she had perfected herself in the words, nature performed the rest: many dramatic pieces are now lost to the Stage from want of her animating spirit. To a strong and melodious voice, with an ear to music, she added the sprightly action requisite to parts in ballad Farces. Mr. Horace Walpole wrote her farewell Epilogue. To the Tune of “A Begging we will go." ATTEND, my honest brethren, Who late came into place; As a drinking we do go, &c. a An army from Hanover We'll take into our pay; c a 1 From Statesmen to Excisemen, All Placemen may drink wine; &c. And should Old England perish, Why e’en let it be so; Then a drinking they may go, &c. a 'Tis true, when Walpole ruled, We bellow'd loud at Gin; And a drinking all shall go, &c. No more shall sober Britons Pronounce us fools and knaves ; We'll make them drunken slaves. And a drinking they shall go, &c. Behold, how shoals of beggars Now crowd up ev'ry door, go, &c. The people all complain, That by trade they nothing get ;. As a drinking they do go, &c. And should the war continue, What cause have we to fear? To licence theft and murder, go, &c. Then welcome all my Finches, * With their black funereal face; Ah, Bat you had been welcome, “ If pledged by his grace.” As a drinking we do go, &c. a |