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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.



Roll, Andugar*-roll thy flood,
Dy'd of old with Moorish blood!

Swell thy tide!

Flow with pride!
Flow for ever famed in story.

Lo! again thy banks are spread

With our foes :—the vanquish'd dead
Weltering lje all pale and gory.
Umbla t saw in strange affright,
By the moon's uncertain light,

In thy stream

Helmets gleam.
Baylen heard the tempest rattle.

Horse to horse, and man to man,

Ere the dawn the charge began,
To the brazen roar of battle.
As the wintry torrent sweeps
Down Morena's $ ravag'd steepe,
. Rush'd the foe,

To overthrow,
Spain, the bulwarks of thy glory:

As old Calpe || braves the flood,

Our unshaken phalanx stood;
Brothers, sons, and fathers hoary.
Allentejo, with the shock,
Felt her vine-clad summits rock.

Gueva's vale,

Hill and dale,
Trembled with the mighty motion.

Guadalquiver's current fled

Swiftly from her troubled bed,
Foaming like the angry océan.

* 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.
| The mountains called the Sierra Morena.
i Calpe, the Rock of Gibraltar.

Falchion, pike, and bayonet,
Smote, and pierc'd, and clashing met,

On the plain,

Strewd with slain,
Charg'd with Fate's avenging power,

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.

Still amain,

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.
Trumpet, drum, and shrilling fife,

Groans and cries

Pierc'd the skies;
Death's loud organ swell’d the chorus.

Raging like a stream of fire,

Burst our old Iberian ire, Fast consuming all before us.

Weep, ye hapless maids of Gaul!
Weep your absent lover's fall!

In despair
Rend your hair!

Weep beside your willowy fountains !

Wan, beneath the frowning sky,

Gash'd with wounds, they vanquish'd lie,
On our Andalusian mountains.

The wolf at midnight laps their blood :
Their limbs shall glut the eagle's brood.

Tyrant! haste

To the feast.
Erect thy crest : be bloodier, bolder !

Behold thy conquest! claim thy spoil!

Thy heroes shall possess our soil :
Yes there they shall unburied moulder.

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,
Secure his own will never need it too!
Let thoughtless youth its seeming joys pursue,

Soon will they learn to scan, with thoughtful eye,

The illusive past, and dark futurity;
Soon will they know stern disappointment's true!

Let them continue in the pleasant road,

Where Fortune seems so redolently fair ;
Too soon they'll find it leads to the abode

Of Sorrow, Pain, Uncertainty, and Care!
Then, tracing well the future and the past,

They may reflect ! and turn to Heaven at last!
sth October, 1808.




I hate the pompous architectural pile;

The massive columns and the fine-wrought gate;
I hate the courtezan's delusive smile,

And all the gorgeous trappings of the great:
But dear to me is the sequester'd spot

Where Zephyr gambols in the sunny glare ;
Where rears its head the unassuming cot,

For native Innocence sojourneth there!
Far more delightful is th' " unvarnish'd tale"

Than the smooth jargon of the squeamish throng:
And far more sweet is Philomela's wail

Than Catalani’s meretricious song :
But trebly dear must ev'ry pleasure prove

When Friendship listens to the plaints of Love !
Crafton-street, 3d Oct. 1808.


From the bland concave of a sky serene,

Mild shone the pensive regent of the nigbt;
And as I wander'd o'er the mountains green,

Thy features, Sarah! glanc'd before my sight !

Below me roll'd the rivulet along,

While gentle Zephyrs on its margent lay;
All round was mute, save little Ariel's song,

That died in “ mingled melodies” away!

« Now is the Season-said I to my soul

“ For noble, serious, philosophic ken;
“ Now Fancy, loosen'd froin the world's controul,

“ Can leave the dreary solitudes of men,
“ To seek those spheres, where, lost in sweet surprise,

“ Thy Spirit, Blackshaw! strikes her ravish'd eyes !" Grafton-street, 23d Sept. 1808.


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