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SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER
OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT.
Hold! prompter, hold! a word before your
[ Takes off his mask.
And shall I mix in this unhallow'd crew ?
-soft-'twas but a dream.' Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no re
treating : If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. "Twas thus that Æsop's stag, a creature blame
less, Yet something vain, like one that shall be
nameless, Once on the margin of a fountain stood, And cavill'd at his image in the flood. * The deuse confound,' he cries, these drum
stick shanks, They neither have my gratitude nor thanks : They're perfectly disgraceful ! strike me dead! But for a head, yes, yes, I have a head. How piercing is that eye! how sleek that
brow! My horns! I'm told, horns are the fashion
now.' Whilst thus he spoke, astonish’d, to his view, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen
Hoicks! hark forward ! came thundering from
[ Taking a jump through the stage door.
The wretch condemnd with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies;
Bids expectation rise.
Hope, like the glimm’ring taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way :
I send you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might, perhaps have been totally lost, had I not secured it. He intended it as a song in the character of Miss Hardcastle, in his admirable comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer,' but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who played the part, did not sing. He sung it himself, in private companies, very agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called “The Humours of Balamagairy,' to which he told me he found it very difficult to adapt words : but he has succeeded very happily in these few lines. As I could sing the tune, and was fond of them, he was so good as to give me them, about a year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that season, little apprehending that it was a last farewell. I preserve this little relic, in his own hand-writing, with an affectionate care.
I am, Sir,
INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY
Au me! when shall I marry me?
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH
STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING.
(Imitated from the Spanish.)
Rather in pity than in hate,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.