"the case of horses, to be confidered under the article " of dry'd goods."

All. Agreed, agreed.

Foote. And now, ladies and gentlemen, having produced to you glaring proofs of our great ability in every fpecies of oratory; having manifefted, in the perfons of our pupils, our infinite address in conveying our know ledge to others, we fhall clofe our morning's lecture, inAtituted for the public good, with a propofal for the particular improvement of individuals. We are ready to give private inftructions to any reverend gentleman in his probationary fermon for a lectureship; to young barrifters who have causes to open, or motions to make; to all candidates for the fock or bufkin; or to the new members of any of those oratorical focieties with which this metropolis is at present so plentifully stock'd.

ALL

RAY, let me fee if what France fays be true,

PRA

I'll tell you how they mark you to a tittle:

They fay, you think too much, and talk too little;
While you with fcorn, cry out against their prate,
And fwear, with heels fo light, their heads want weight.
Be but fome clouds of politics blown o'er,
England would fhow its laughing face once more.
For this good end our bard throws in his mite,
And hopes to fteal you from your cares to-night,
Now for our title-All the World's a Stage.
The lively French, of every rank and age,

VOL. IV.

IN

In acting scenes employ their laughing hours,
And life's rough path make gay by ftrewing flowers.
1er but the fashion fpread throughout our ille,

And what makes Frenchmen grin, will make you smile.
The drama would, like alkalis, protect you

From those four humours which so much affect you;
Sweeten your blood, with its fwift current mix,
And cure the crudities of politics.
Our farce exhibits fuch a fcene as this
And low are our perfonæ dramatis.
The various fervants at a country-feat,
As actors, furnish out the curious treat.
In Alexander will the Butler rave,

And nought can Clytus, the fat Coachman, fave
From Philip's fon-You'll fee the hero foon,
Death dealing round him with a filver spoon.
The Cook, Roxana, glowing with defire,
Burns as the baftes-her bofom all on fire!
The Groom and Footmen act their parts fo well,
No longer Tom and Dick, they hear no bell!
The Butler mad-all's in confusion hurl'd,
He can't obey, for he commands the world!
His victories alone poffefs his brain-

So mafter bawls, and miftrefs fcolds in vain.
Critic indulge thefe heroes in their fancies
Nor, by your frowns, reftore then to their fenfes.

A C T I.

SCENE, An Inn at Shrewsbury.

Charles Stanley and Harry Stukely at Breakfast.

HARRY

AITH, Charles, I cannot think as you do on this

FAITH,

Cha. I am forry for it; but when you have ferved two or three campaigns more, take my word for it, Harry, you will have the fame opinion of the army that I entertain at this moment.

Har. "Tis impoffible; the army is the only profeffion where a great foul can be completely gratified: after a glorious and well-fought field, the approbation of my fovereign, with the acclamations of my brave countrymen, are rewards, amply repaying whole years of fer

vice.

Cha

Cha. True but the honours we gather very often adorn the head of a commander who has been only an car-witness to this "well-fought field."

Har. Ah, but every individual has his share

Cha. Of the danger, I grant you; and when a return is made of the killed, wounded, &c. you fee in every newss-paper a lift of them in the following order: three captains, feven lieutenants, twelve enfigns, killed; fo many wounded: then comes in order, the ferjeants, ferjeant-majors, drummers, &c. &c. &c. and as to the rank and file, they are given to you in the lump; one hundred, or one thoufand, juft as it happens.

Har. But their memories live for ever in the hearts of their countrymen.

Cha. Yes, while the windows are in a blaze on the news of a victory, or while a city-politician drinks his difh of coffee and reads the story: after that moment, their memories and their bodies decay together. Well, give me a good wife, eafe, and a moderate compe

tence..

Har. How comes it, Charles, that with thefe fentiments you ever wore a cockade? and, what is more uncountable, fignalized yourself in so extraordinary a manner during the late war?

Cha. I'll tell you :-Whenever I receive the pay of my fovereign, and am honoured with the character of his trufty and well-beloved, I will faithfully, and I hope bravely, discharge the confidence he reposes in me.But, Harry, you have no ferious objection to matrimony: if you have, we had better proceed no further; our project has a period.

Har. Not in the least, I affure you: I think myself capable of engaging in both the fields of love and war. I will marry because it has its conveniencies.

-But when light-wing'd toys

"Of feather'd Cupid foil with wanton dulness

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My fpeculative and offic'd inftruments,

"Let all indign and base adverfities

"Make head against my estimation."

There's a touch of Othello for you, and, I think, ¿

propos.

Y 2

Chas

Cha. 'Egad, Harry, that fpeech puts me in mind of a letter which I receiv'd from Mifs Kitty Sprightly, the fair ward of my uncle Sir Gilbert Pumpkin-You must know, we are to have a play acted at the old familymanfion for our entertainment, or rather for the entertainment of Mifs Kitty; who is fo mad after every thing that has the appearance of a theatre, that I fhould not be furprif'd if the eloped with the firft ftrolling company that vifited this part of the country.

Har. Let us have the letter by all means.

Cha. [reads.] Mifs Kitty Sprightly fends her compli"ments to Captain Charles; and as the is informed Sir "Gilbert has invited him to Strawberry-Hall, the thinks "it neceffary to acquaint Captain Charles, that he must

fhortly perfect himself in the character of Captain "Macheath, as the ladies expect him to perform that character at the manfion-house. If he has a good Filch "in the circle of his acquaintance, the defires the Cap*tain will not fail to bring him down."

Har. Why, what the devil! I'll lay my life you have brought me down to play this curious character in this very curious family.

Cha. You are right, Harry; and if you can filch away the old fifter, you will play the part to fome advantage-you will have fifty-thoufand pounds to your benefit, my boy.

Har. You mean this as an introduction to the family -Oh, then have at you-But damn it, I can't fing; I can act tolerably.

Cha. I'll warrant you. But come, now we have cleaned ourselves, we will repair to the manfion; we are only two miles from it; they expect us to dinner. William, defire the hoftler to put the horfes to. Waiter, a bill.

Enter William.

Wil. The chaife, Sir, has been in waiting this half hour.

Cha. Come then; I'll tell you more of my project as we proceed.

Enter Waiter.

Upon my word, waiter, your charges are intolerable : What, five fhillings for a boiled fowl?