In foft variegation I vied with the dove, And reveal'd by my drefs the gradations of love. I allow'd him with hope to enliven defire; In this pale lilach luteftring he found me relent; O I ne'er shall forget Gerrard (entering). To receive Mr. Rumble? Carey. Would your Ladyship chufe The Bard and his Mufe!' L. Sophia. No, not for the wealth that's below the challe moon, Till I meet all the bards in the fable faloon : By his fudden arrival I'm fadly confounded, And fhould faint if he faw me with colours furrounded! [Exeunt Lady Sophia and Gerrard. Frances. What the deuce fhall I do with the wife of the Poet? She may ruin my fcheme, if the happen to know it: She may pry Carey. And crows o'er her partner's poetical eggs. But here come little Partlet and old Chanticleer. Enter Mr. and Mrs. Rumble. Carey. Mr. Rumble, I'm happy in feeing you here. Mrs. Rumble,-Mifs Jafper;-you know, Ma'am, her brother— And you, Ladies, will foon be well known to each other. Mr. Rumble. Though we meet in the houfe of refin'd lamentation, In your prefence, I feel, Sir, fome exhilaration; Since I in this spot as a stranger appear, I rejoice in a friend who domefticates here. My Lady is lodg'd in a fumptuous manfion, And I'm pleas'd with her park's evanefcent expanfion; As my wife has a tafte for the grand and ftupendous, I am glad I complied with her wifh to attend us. Mis Jafper. You have had, Ma'am, I hope, an agreeable ride; Our profpects are pleafant on every side, And our roads are fo good That you'll wonder to learn I hope that no harm Mrs. Rumble. Mrs. Rumble. Sometimes, on the road, My dear Mr. Rumble compofes an ode; For he fays, in fuch motion his fancy fhines moft; And the poor honeft booby, whose blunder o'ercame us, For a horrible, vulgar, profane execration, And, turning to ftare at my dear Mr. Rumble, Drove against a steep hillock, which gave us a tumble. Mifs Fafper. A most cruel event! whence, I fear, we may lofe The unfortunate fruit of the terrified Muse: 'Twas indeed moft unlucky! Mrs. Rumble. Dear Ma'am, not at all: As I know you love verfe Mr. Rumble. Mrs. Rumble, I vow This difplay of my trifles I cannot allow; You for ever mistake, to my endless vexation, Gay Levity's fparkle for Wit's corrufcation. Mrs. Rumble. Ah, you dear, modeft man! in a napkin you'd hide The talent my love must contemplate with pride; As Mifs Jafper, I'm fure, is a lady of taste, She thall fee fome fweet things that I pack'd up in hafte, A few fatires and odes [Takes out an enormous pocket-book fluff'd withpaper. As you dread my difpleasure, Mr. Rumble. What, bury my treasure! Indeed I must read one fublime compofition. Mr. Rumble. Mrs. Rumble! the part of a wife is fubmiffion.Silly woman! to whom for my fins I am yok'd, With pulveriz'd gravel you almost are choak'd; And, fatigu'd with vehicular dilaceration, You would murder my verfes by rough recitation. Mrs. Rumble. No, indeed; do but hear me one ftanza rehearfe; 'Tis my favorite ode. Mr. Rumble. As you grow fo perverfe, [Lays his hand on her lips, Mrs. Rumble. Well, my dear, I defer it to fome fitter time, And I kifs the, fweet hand that has written fuch rhyme. Mifs Jafper. Your connubial obedience, dear Ma'am, I admire; But I'm fure your fatigues fome refrefliment require Give me leave to attend you. Mrs. Rumble. By a peep at a fatire which ne'er faw the light. [Exit Mifs Jafper with Mrs. Rumble. Carey. Mr. Rumble, you're bleft in an excellent wife, That fuperlative prize in the lottery of life; The vow of the altar fhe rifes above, And adds admiration to duty and love. Mr. Rumble. My wife has, I think, the right feminine nerve: Her fex was created to wonder and ferve; As their minds have from nature no ponderous powers, They have nothing to do but to venerate ours. Carey. O fie! can you eftimate woman fo low? To our fair female authors pray think what we owe. Their ideas have nothing of height and profundity. And, I truft, you can fhew it me graven on marble. Carey. It would please me to give you that pleasure, dear Sir; But, in truth, on this point there's a little demur, Her Ladyfhip means to confult on the cafe. Mr. Rumble. What, Sir! is my poem expos'd to disgrace? Her critical quacks does this woman engage, To flash my found verfe with empirical rage? Carey. Believe me, good Sir, all the homage that's due To poetical genius fhe offers to you; But her Ladyfhip's love for Sir Simon is fuch, She thinks that he cannot be honour'd too much; Has a cargo of epitaphs. Mr. Rumble. Hah is it fo! Are there rivals to fhoot in Apollo's strong bow? This fhould have been told me before ;-but no matter : Where Pope has mifcarried, I triumph alone. Pray who are thefe Bards that with me are to cope? Mr. Rumble. What, Facil! whofe verfe is the thread of tenuity, That fellow distinguish'd by flippant fatuity, Z 4 Who Who nonfenfe and rhyme can inceffantly mingle, A poet-if poetry's only a jingle. Carey. Poor Facil wants force; yet may frequently pleafe By a light airy mixture of mirth and of cafe ; But Trope's lofty mufe has a higher pretenfion. Mr. Rumble. Sir! Trope is a rhymer devoid of invention, Who talks in a high ftrutting style of the ftars, And the eagle of Jove, and the chariot of Mars; And pompously tells, in elaborate lines, That now the moon gliftens, and now the fun fhines. Carey. How fevere, my good friend, are you Bards to each other! Yet if each would indulgently look on a brother, For your general honour Mr. Rumble. I cannot agree That thefe fellows have aught homogeneous with me; By fome structure of note; yet he never faid what : Has furpaft what the Knight for the building defign'd; But from this, as I hear, fhe has form'd an intention To give the beft epitaph-writer a penfion. Mr. Rumble. Has the fo!-'tis a gracious, effulgent defign; I proteft of her judgment I highly opine. Her face has been chiefly the fubject of praife; But a fplendor of intellect now fhe displays, I cannot abruptly depart from a fcene Whofe miftrefs difcovers the mind of a queen, A lady whofe graces are fo multifarious: But pray, left fome puppy fhould here circumvent me, Though I fear, fince my fall, I am hardly fo clean as A Bard fhould be feen by a female Mæcenas. Carey. Never fear!-in your coat there is not fo much duft If you'll ftep in this room, which is call'd the Apollo, And And acquaint you how foon we may hope for admiffion;- Mr. Rumble. Are they fo!-it is well!-I indeed love to flash An inane poetafter's incongruous trash. [Exit. The length of the above quotation, and the confined limits of our plan, will not permit us to prefent our readers with any of the two laft acts of this pleafing comedy. We muft refer them, therefore, to the work itfelf, where they will find, not only in this, but in the two preceding comedies, frequent occafion to acknowledge the masterly hand of Mr. Hayley. The meafure which he has chofen, feemis well adapted to the genius of comedy. Its effect, however, might probably be more ftriking, if the ear was occafionally relieved by a change in the verfification. A protracted, uniformity, even in excellence, becomes fatiguing. Of the two tragedies in this collection, we fhall exprefs our fentiments in our next review. Art. XI. The Contrafi, a Political Pafticcio: or an Eftimate of the Coalition Miniftry With Recitative Cantatas, &c. chaunted, with Variations, in the Opera Houfe of St. Stephen. By Signor Carlo Reynardo, Signor Conte Federigo Aquilone, Signor Durcapo Cappelli, Signor Conte Giovanni, Imbrogliaconti, and Signor Edmondo Burchini, Irelandefe. 8vo. 1s. 6d. Egerton. TH HIS is a compilation of the fame kind with the larger pamphlet entitled, the beauties of Fox, North and Burke; and undoubtedly few periods of hiftory have furnished ampler materials for fuch a collection. There are, however, two questions upon the decision of which the validity of these productions, if we regard them in a ferious light, is fufpended. The firft, how far political fituation and circumstances may authorize the retractation of fome former opinions, and the commutation of old enmities for new friendships. He must be a judge of a very captious and fingular temper indeed, who would in no cafe admit of reconciliation where there had once been mifunderftanding, and union, where there once had been divifion. But if these changes are often commendable, they are not always fo. Decency, principle, and virtue, frequently forbid them; and it has been strongly argued, that the cafe of the celebrated coalition is one of thofe inftances of union, more to be deprecated than are faction and animofity. The fecond queftion is concerning the value of that kind of evidence, which is here brought forward againft these celebrated statesmen. The very beft account of debates, that ever was published, or |