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His other favourite characters were, Jaffier, Orestes, Castalio, Phocias, Varapnes, Essex, Alexander, Romeo, &c. &c. In all characters of this stamp, where the lover or hero was to be exhibited, Barry was unique; insomuch, that when Mrs. Cibber (whose reputation for love and plaintive tenderness was well known) played with Garrick, she generally represented his daughter or sister-with Barry she was always his mistress.
He likewise excelled in many parts of genteel comedy ; such as Lord Towuly, Young Beville, &c. &c. The Bastard, io King John, was another five character of his, which Garrick attempted in vain-having neither sufficiency of figure, or heroic jocularity. To that may be added Sir Callaghan O'Brallaghan, iu Macklin's farce of Love-a-la-Mode; a part in which he gave such specimens of the gallant simplicity and integrity of the Irish Gentleman, as were sufficient to establish an independent reputation.
Though his Hamlet, Richard, Lear, Macbeth, &c. were star-height above what we see now, he lost by a comparison with Garrick ; bere the latter shewed the master in an uncommon degree; as he did in all the quick animated parts of tragedy. In the sprightly light kind of gentlemen, Garrick had likewise the advantage; and in the whole range of low coinedy he blended such a knowledge of his art with the simplicity of nature as made all the minutiæ of the picture complete. Thus his Abel Drugger was as perfect in design and colouring as the mi eries and distresses of Royal Lear.
In talking of these actors, it is impossible for the amateurs of the stage not to regret their loss with some degree of sensibility-- not only as men who contributed to the entertainment and refinement of their youth, but whose deaths seem to threaten a decay of the profession itself. There are periods when the arts and sciences seem to mourn in sullen silence the departure of those original gepiusses, who, for years, improved, exalted, and refined them; and like widows, whose hearts were sincerely pledged to their first lords, will not sacritice on the altar of affection to secondary wooers. Painting and statuary suffered such a loss in the deaths of Titian, Raphael, and Michael Angelo, that more than two centuries have not been able to supply it; and how long the present stage may want the aid of such powerful supporters as Garrick and Barry, the experience of near thirty years holds out but very little hopes of encouragement.
THE BATTLE OF BAYLEN.
Swell thy tide!
Flow with pride!
Lo! again thy banks are spread
With our foes :—the vanquish'd dead
In thy stream
Horse to horse, and man to man,
Ere the dawn the charge began,
As old Calpe || braves the flood,
Our unshaken phalanx stood;
Hill and dale,
Guadalquiver's current fled
Swiftly from her troubled bed,
* Andugar, a winding river which passes through the city of the same name, and near to Baylen,
+ Umbla, a commanding eminence near the scene of action.
Falchion, pike, and bayonet,
On the plain,
Strewd with slain,
Through the fleeting shades of night,
Flash'd the vollied blaze of light; Fell, like hail, the deadly shower.
O'er groves, and fields, and mountains blue, On rosy pinions morniog flew.
Broad and bright
Stream'd the light, , The golden face of day unveiling:
In darkness still the conflict lay;
The dismal war-field's grim array, A sullen cloud of smoke concealing.
Their whirlwind rage five times we stood, And stemm'd the whelming battle-food.
O'er the plain, Rollid the hostile peals of thunder : - Afar the wild bull cow'ring fted;
And man and steed recoil'd in dread; Earth shook, and rifted rocks asunder.
Long and bloody was the strife.
Groans and cries
Pierc'd the skies;
Raging like a stream of fire,
Burst our old Iberian ire, Fast consuming all before us.
Weep, ye hapless maids of Gaul!
Weep beside your willowy fountains !
Wan, beneath the frowning sky,
Gash'd with wounds, they vanquish'd lie,
The wolf at midnight laps their blood :
To the feast.
Behold thy conquest! claim thy spoil!
Thy heroes shall possess our soil :
MR. CONDUCTOR, In looking over the “ Remains” of the amiable Henry Kirke White, I discovered, at p. 141 of the second volume, a Fragment, which, from the construction of the first stanza and part of the second, I am forcibly iaduced to believe, was intended for a Sonneť. I have, therefore, presumed to complete it, adding to the first part, the word devious. Every other alteration, or rather every addition, is marked in Italics. I trust my temerity will not derogate from the beauties of the original. Your most obedient Servant,
October 8, 1808
Ah! who can say, however fair his view,
Thro' what sad scenes his devious path may lie !
Ah! who can give to others' woes his sigh,
Soon will they learn to scan, with thoughtful eye,
The illusive past, and dark futurity;
Where Fortune seems so redolently fair ;
Of Sorrow, Pain, Uncertainty, and Care!
They may reflect ! and turn to Heaven at last!
INSCRIBED TO MISS SARAH MORGAN, OF YATTON-COURT,
I hate the pompous architectural pile;
The massive columns and the fine-wrought gate;
And all the gorgeous trappings of the great:
Where Zephyr gambols in the sunny glare ;
For native Innocence sojourneth there!
Than the smooth jargon of the squeamish throng:
Than Catalani’s meretricious song :
When Friendship listens to the plaints of Love !
Mild shone the pensive regent of the nigbt;
Thy features, Sarah! glanc'd before my sight !
Below me roll'd the rivulet along,
While gentle Zephyrs on its margent lay;
That died in “ mingled melodies” away!
« Now is the Season-said I to my soul
“ For noble, serious, philosophic ken;
“ Can leave the dreary solitudes of men,
“ Thy Spirit, Blackshaw! strikes her ravish'd eyes !" Grafton-street, 23d Sept. 1808.