bulband of this fair maid, and that (From Mr. Wakefield's Reply to M. the fhall have none else." A Burke.) T Shelford, near Nottingham, is the burial-vault of the earls of Chesterfield. Some years ago, the fexton of that church, who was a tailor by trade, violated "the fanctuary of the tomb," by cabbag So faying he feized her by the arm. The husband and relations advanced to difengage her out of his hands; with two or three blows he laid them flat on the ground. They then took up sticks, knives, pots and pans, and whatever came in their way, to throw at the ravishing flices of red velvet from the cofer. But all of a fudden, Batten ilta- fins of the noble fleepers, and fellbour began to fneeze. This was ing them for coat-collars to his cufa talent of his, with which Ragga- tomers. The whole parish was do was hitherto unacquainted; and furprifed at the quantity of red he was ftruck with fuch aftonifh-capes flaunting through the village, ment at hearing this first trial of it, that had he been lefs eager on his prey, fhe had certainly elcaped out of his hands. However, all that were in the house, both men and women, were laid low; the very building, which was not very strong, was fhaken to the foundation. 66 and illuminating the country round. At length the vicar, a fagacious and p ́ous man! traced the cause of these flaming exhibitions; and wrote, in terms of the most piteous horror and lamentation, to the late earl upon the fubject of fuch terrific and unhallowed depredation. The witty nobleman administered ghoftly comfort to his vicar: exhorted him to moderate the exceffes of his forrow; and to join rather with himself in admiring and commending the provident ingenuity of the tailor, Batteniltabour obeyed, and the for bringing into light, and emhoufe was foon cleared. Only theploying ufefully what himself and young bride remained, who terrified his ancestors had configned to eteras he was, would have fallen down. nal darkness and decay. like the reft, if he had not been Raggado recovering from his aftonifliment, faid to his braying fquire; come, relieve me of all this heap of clowns, throw out at the window all fuch as are too far from the door." ACCOUNT : R. Dorington is poffeffed of an extenfive eftate in the ifland of Barbadoes, which enables him to entertain fplendidly, and to give, with a lavish hand, to thofe who apply for pecuniary affiftance he is, in confequence, furrounded by many worthless perfons, who get large fums from him, for which he is profufely repaid by flattery. Olivia, a young lady, between whom and Dorington there is a mutual attachment, fees with pain that he fquanders his riches, but cherishes in her heart the warmeft love for his virtues; and her guardian favours his addreffe. About this time Mr. Hudfon, Mr Dorington's agent in Barbadoes, arrives in London, with the news that a dreadful tornado had deftroyed all his property in Barbadoes, &c. This has a very wonderful effect on his friends, who are collected at his houfe when the news arrives. They walk off one by one, with strong proteftations, of forrow for his fate, but are deter mined to forget that there ever was fuch a man in the world. Olivia's guardian conceals the misfortune from his ward, well knowing the generofity of her heart, and her love and fympathy for Mr. Dorington; he gives direction to her fervants to tell the unfortunate gentleman if he should come to her door, that he has given orders to be denied to him. Olivia at length hears of Dorington's lofs, and raifes money of Mr. Confol for his relief. There are two other perfons who wish to ferve him: Hairbrain, a whimfical projector, who had before borrowed money from him on fome fpeculation, and who gets the great prize in the lottery, and offers it to his benefactor. An honeft farmer alfo makes him a proffer of dividing 3ool. a year with him. Their good intentions are agreeably disappointed, as it turns out that the tornado raged at the oppofite fide of Barbadocs, from Mr. Dorington's plantation, and that Mr. Hudson took his account from the falle rumours of others. This piece is the production of Mr. Holcroft, and has very confiderable merit. The characters are well imagined, and drawn with propriety and delicacy. Dorington is indeed a man of ten thonfand; he has a generous and benevolent heart, and when he hears of the wreck of his whole fortune, is much more moved by his reflections on the mifery of the wretched negroės, fwept away by the ftorm, than his own lofs; nor is his commiferation of the fufferings of his fellow creatures once interrupted by any attention to his own misfortune; and when he is afterwards told that the value of his crop is doubled, he thinks only of employing the wealth which has thus been preferved to him, almost miraculously, in alleviating the dreadful diftrefs of those who had fuffered by the tornado, and rejects with difdain the idea of profiting profiting by the general calamity: a fentiment which in the prefent times conveys a reproof to many felf-interested dealers, which the audience by their applaufe, appeared perfectly to understand. Lord Laroon and Sir Pertinax Pitiful, are modern men of fashion, equally felf-interefted, unfeeling, and contemptible. In thefe characters the mirror is held up to the flimfy vice of the prefent age, with great judgment and ingenuity. Hairbrain is a wild thoughtless youth, with an excellent and generous heart; This portrait is, in general, a faithful defign after nature, and has confiderable merit. The character of major Rampart has been objected to,as tending to vilify the army, and the brave defenders of our country; but that fuch characters are to be found among fome, at leaft, of the numerous fpecies of military corps now in employment, few, we believe, will pretend to deny. Every profeflion has members which do it honour, and others which reflect difgrace upon it. Too great a forene's with refpect to fuch a fatire would rather feem to argue a confeffion that it is buttoo well deferved. Lord L. Certainly fo do you. It is Confol; the great court and city broker. Sir P. Oh! He is the right hand man of the whole peerage! Lord L. (Bows) And of the ba On the whole this comedy preCur. Pardon me, I transact bufifents the public with rational enter- nefs with him; but I don't know tainment, and excellent moral in- him. I wonder our friend Doringftruction. Such indeed is the cha-ton admits fuch people. racter of all the pieces of this writer; and though the morality inculcated in them, may, fometimes, exhibit fomewhat of peculiarity; the fin-ronets to boot, fir Pertinax. cerity and genius of the author must always be fufficiently apparent to every perfon of feeling and tafte. As a fpecimen of the ftyle of the piece we fhall infert the following extract. ACT I. SCENE I. A fuperb hall, with a grand flaircafe, illuminated by chandeliers. The maitre d'hotel on the top, at Sir P. Yes; we have him in turn. Cur. Under correction, the man has all the vulgar infolence of wealth, newly and knavishly ac quired. Sir P. Very true. The fellow makes himself quite familiar. By the bye, our friend here lives in prodigious fplendour. Maj. Blow me to atoms! Immenfely rich. Lord Lord L. His Weft India property is incredible. you are a fly filcher. There is nothing to be got by you: fo good night. Sir Pertinax: the MortHumph: Hay? Damme! Unbound-gagee will be at my houfe at two ed! Humph? Maj. Then his generofity of foul! Cur. With great deference (Inok. ing at them jarcapicaly) I with he had a little more difcrimination. Con. (Coming forwara) What, our friend above? Lord L. Surrounded by a selfish fet! Sir P. Oh! a vile crew! Cur. (Looking round) Each, I prefume, has a defign upon him. Con. To be fure! that is natural. Lord L. (Looking at Sir P.) One borrows his money. Sir P. Looking at the Major) Another his intereft. Maj. (At Lord L.) A third makes his houfe his hotel: Humph? Lord L. (At Curfew) A fourth hopes to trick him into marriage. Cur. (At Lord L.) A fifth picks his pocket by gambling. to-morrow. Sr P. I will not fail. Con. Dorington knows what he is about. Never afk a man to dinner, that you do not mean to get fomething by. Never! [Exit. Lord L. (Licking after him.) A very contemptible fcoundrel! Sir P. A pitiful rascal! Maj. No foul! Humph? Hay? Damme! Only means to pick our friend's pocket, . Humph? Hay? Do you take me? Damme ! Húmph? Lord L. Why now, major, you hope for promotion through Dorington's intereft. May. Who, I? Sir P. Aided by his purfe. Maj. Blow me to atoms! I? Cur. I fpeak it with great deference, but you have petitioned Sir P. He has not one true him. friend. Maj. Well, he can afford it! Do you take me? Humph Hay? Damme! Humph? Con. You are all wrong, and he is right. You do not understand calculation. He has a scheme! A plan! Popularity! Parliament ! Penfion! Place! Maj, And perhaps Prime-Humph-Hay? Do you take me? Damme Humph? Moj. Mr. Curfew, you have a very polite way with you; otherwile-But you have remarked how hot I am.. Cur. Pardon me, I never faw a man more cool. Maj. You are pleased to compliment-Stir but my blood andGentlemen, I will tell you a ftory. Lord L. Pray do not. Maj. An affair that happened between me and Herr general Von Con. Why does he give fuch din-Dondertronc. ners? To ferve himself, to be fure! I never ask a man to dinner, that do not mean to get fomething by. Cur. I believe you. Sir P. I will be gone. My feelIings will not fuffer me to fee my friends make themselves ridiculous. Con. Believe me? Aye certainly! You do the fame. Why here, now, do 1 ftand prating to you! What do I get by it? Nothing. Then why do I stay? Because I am a fool! If you wanted forty or fifty thoufand now, upon good fecurity, and were pinched into a premiumi, it might be worth my while;, but Lord L. I know your feelings are prodigiously troublesome to you, fir Pertinax. Sir P. It is my misfortune. Major, go on with your ftory. You tell it excellently, and often. Adieu. [Exit. Maj. I chanced to affirm at Lau dohn's levee (I ferved the emperor at that time) to athrm that Frede [Calls.] Hola ! Where are my rafcals? [Enter Footman.] Order my carriage. Fot. It is at the door, fir. [Exit, Maj. Mr. Curfew, you are a very polite-Humph? Hay? Do you take me? Damme! Humph? Cur. Excufe my temerity, but I do not take ric the Great commanded the right, I know a foldier's duty! Humph? wing, in perfon, at the battle of Prague. Mein Herr, faid Von Dondertronc, very refpectfully taking off his hat (I give you his manner and phrafe) Mein Herr, you am a committa mistake a. Carnage and gunpowder, general, faid I, interrupting him, do you mean to tell me that I am miftaken ? Von Dondertronc was as daring as he was polite. Herr Mayor, faid he, for this von littel timea you am a committa mistake a -He knew it was figning his own deathwarrant, damme! Humph? Hay? Yet he faid it! Blow me to atoms, faid I, a barrel of gunpowder! Quick! And a fire-brand! Humph? Hay? Do you take me? Damme! Humph? Contradict me?-Sir, the gunpow— Cur. With humble fubmiffion, Major, you never tell this story twice the fame way. Maj. Gentlemen, the gunpowder was brought. Cur. The last time, you faid that, luckily, there was none in the camp. Maj. Body of Beelzebub !-My lord, it was an affair of honour. Laudohn, the generaliffimo, attended to fee that all was in rule. Cur. You faid he put you both under arreft. Maj. Blow we to atoms! Sir, do you tell the story. Maj. You beg pardon and make Damme? Cur. With great deference, I make no conceffions, and fhould be glad you Maj. Sir, my carriage is waiting. Sir, (Seriously) I know a foldier's duty. Do you take me? Humph? Hay? Damme! Humph? [Exit. Lord L. Of which retreating is a very effential part. Cur. (Calling after him) With fubmiffion, fir, you are no foldier. Lord L. Calm yourself, my good Mr. Curfew. Cur. Under correction, my lord, I am calm. Lord L. Ha, ha, ha! Your contradiction, and the major's acquiefcence, are very amufing. Cur. With deference to your lordship's fuperior judgment, I deny what you say. Lord L. I knew you would. Cur. With humble fubmiffion, of that I doubt. Lord L. Very well, Mr. Cur few. Car. With fubmiffion, Sir, I never tell stories that I do not believe. | Maj. No, Sir? Why then, carnage and flames! you are no ftory-well. I am not amusing, and have teller. Humph? The Lord L. Come, 'come, be merciful, my dear Mr. Curfew. major's ftories, like himfelf, are very inoffenfive. Maj. I? A foldier inoffenfive!, Blow me to-Humph? Hay? Lord L. Nay, is it not a foldier's duty to keep the king's peace? Maj. Right! Your Lordship is right! Humph? Hay? Damme! VOL. XXVII. 'Cur. Excufe me, it is not very lefs contradiction than any man breathing. Lord L. I perceive, Mr. Curfew, you perfectly know yourself. Cur. Pardon me, I do not know myfelf. Lord L. Diavolo! There is no pleafing you, Mr. Curfew. Cur. Under favour, no man is fo eafily pleafed. Lord L. Ha, ha, ha! Right, Mr. |