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When he massacred Comus, the gay god of


He was suffer'd, because we of actors had dearth; But, when Foote, with strong judgment, and genuine wit,

Upon all his peculiar absurdities hit;

When Garrick arose with those talents and fire, Which nature and all the nine Muses inspire; Poor Guts was neglected, or laugh'd off the stage,

So bursting with envy, and tortur'd with rage: He damn'd the whole town in a fury, and fled, Little boys an extinguisher clapp'd on his head. Yet we never shall Falstaff behold so well done, With such character, humour, such spirit, such fun;

to any actor of her time. It was a nice point between the gentlemen and ladies, whether she was the finest woman, or the prettiest fellow. Upon her coming off the stage, in the character of Sir Harry Wildair, she said, with no little triumph, "Lord! I believe the whole house think I am a man."-" By G-d, Madam," says Quin, "half the house knows the contrary."

So great that we knew not which most to ad


Glutton, parasite, pander, pimp, letcher, or liar ; He felt as he spoke, Nature's dictates are true, When he acted the part, his own picture he drew.

An Epigram



AS Anson, his voyage to my Lady was reading, And recounting his dangers, (thank God, she's not breeding)

He came to the passage, where, like the old Roman,

He stoutly withstood the temptation of Woman; The Baroness smiled when, continuing, he said, "Think what terror must there fill the poor lover's head!"

"Alack," quoth my Lady, "he had nothing to fear,

"Were that Scipio as harmless as you are, my dear."

* Lord Anson was reserved and proud, and so ignorant of the world, that Sir Charles Hanbury Williams said, "he had been round it, but never in it."-W.

+ On her Ladyship sitting down to the corner of a square table, to play at Brag, Lady Fitzwalter was sorry she had not better room: Lady Anson observed, I can sit like a nightingale with my breast against a thorn.-W.


Add to Note Vol. I. p.


1762, Gideon, who is dead, worth more than the whole land of Canaan, has left the reversion of all his milk and honey, after his son and daughter, and their children, to the Duke of Devonshire, without insisting on the Duke's taking his name or being circumcised.-W.

Add as a Note to the Latin Lines at Page 210 of this Volume. Mr. Walpole, in a Letter to the Hon. H. S. Conway, 1758, says, "Sir Charles Williams, never very happy at panegyric, has made a distich on the Queen of Hungary, which I send you for the curiosity, not the merit, of it.

"Oh Regina orbis prima et pulcherrima ! ridens

“Es Venus, incedens Juno, Minerva loquens.

"It is infinitely admired at Vienna; but Baron Munchausen has received a translation of it into German, in six verses, which is still more applauded.


T. C. HANSARD, Printer,
Peterborough-court, Fleet-street, London.


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