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our Englisb Roscius was now so extended, that an invitation from Ireland, upon very profitable conditions, was sent bim to act in Dublin, during the months of June, July, and August, 1742; wbicb invitation be accepted.

His success there exceeded all imagination ; be was caressed by all ranks as a prodigy of Tbeatrical Accomplishment, and the play-bouse was so crowded during this bot season, tbat a very mortal Fever was produced, which was called Garrick's Fever. He returned to London before tbe winter, and now attended closely to bis Tbeatrical professions, in wbich be, was irrevocablyfixed.--April 1747, be became joint Patentee of Drury Lane Tbeatre, with Mr Lacy; and in July 1749, married Mademoiselle Vilette.-In 1763 be undertook a journey into Italy for the benefit of his health; and during bis travels gave frequent proofs of bis Tbeatrical talents; for be could, without tbe least preparation, transform bimself into any cbaracter, tragic or comic, and seize instantaneously upon any passion of tbe buman mind. After be had been abroad about a year and an balf, be turned bis tbougbts bomewards, and arrived in London April 1765.In 1769; be projected and conducted tbe memorable Jubilee, at Stratford, in bonour of Shakespeare, so much admired by some, and so mucb ridiculed by others. On the death of Mr Lacy in 1773, tbe wbole management of the Theatre devol. ved on bim ; but being advanced in years, and much afflicted witb cbronical disorders, be finally left it in June 1776, and disposed of bis moiety of ibe Patent to Messrs. Sheridan, Linley and Ford, for 6-35,000. He died at bis bouse in the Adelpbi, Jan. 15tb 1779. Notwithstanding his constant employ as botb actor and manager, be was perpetually producing various little things in the dramatic way; some of which are originals ; otbers translations or alterations from etber authors, adopted to tbe state of the present times; bee sides wbicb, be wrote innumerable prologues, epilogues,

songs, &c.



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RITHEE, philosopher, what grandaffair is transacting

upon earth? There is something of importance going forward, I am sure ; for Mercury flew over the Styr this morning, without paying me the usual compliments.

Esop. I'll tell thee, Charon ; this is the anniversary of the rape of Proserpine: on which day, for the future, luto has permitted her to demand from him something for the benefit of mankind.

Cbar. I understand you ; His Majesty's passion, y a long possession of the lady, is abated; and so, like a mere mortal, he must now flatter ber vanity, and sacri. fice his power, to atone for deficiences- But what has our royal mistress proposed in behalf of her favourite more tals ?

Esop. As mankind, yon know, are ever complaining of their cares, and dissatisfied with their conditions, the generous Proserpine has begg'd of Pluto, that they may have free access to the waters of Lethe, as a sovereign Vol. 1,



remedy for their complaints-Notiee has been alseady given above, and yroclamation made; Mercury is to conduct them to the Styx; you are to ferry 'ein over to Elysium, and I am placed here to distribute the waters.

Char. A very pretty employment I shall have of it, truly! If her majesty has often these whims, I must petition the court either to build a bridge over the river, or let me resign my employment. Do their majesties know the difference of weight between souls and bodies ? However, I'll obey their commands to the best of my power; I'll row my crazy boat over, and meet 'em; but many of them will be relieved from their cares before they reach Lethe.

Esop. How so Charon ?

Cbar. Why, I shall leave half of 'em in the Styx; and any water is a specific against care, provided it be taken in quantity.

Enter MERCURY. Mer. Away to your boat Charon; there are some more tals arriv’d; and the females among 'em will be very clamorous,

if you make 'em wait. Char. I'll make what haste I can, rather than give those fair creatures a topic for conversation. [Noise witbin, boat, boat, boat!] Coming-coming-ounds, you are in a plaguy hurry, sure! no wonder these mortal folks have so many complaints, when there's no patience among 'em; if they were dead now, and to be settled here for ever; they'd be damn'd before they'd make such a rout to come over,- but Care, I suppose, is thirsty, and till they have drench'd themselves with Lethe, there will be no quiet among 'em; therefore I'll e’en to work; and so, friend Esop, and brother Mercury, good bye to 'ye.

[Exit Charon. Esop. Now to my office of judge and examiner, in which to the best of my knowledge I will act with impartiality; for I will immediately relieve real objects, and only divert myself with pretenders.

Mer. Act as your wisdom directs, and conformable to your earthly character, and we shall have few murinurers,

Esop. I still retain my former sentiments, never to refuse advise or charity to those that want either; flattery



and rudeness should be equally avoided; folly and vice should never be spared : and tho' by acting thus, you may offend many, yet you will please the better few; and the approbation of one virtuous mind is more valuable than all the noisy applause, and uncertain favours of the great and guilty.

Mer. Incomparable Esop! both men and Gods admire thee! we must now prepare to receive these mortals; and lest the solemnity of the place should strike 'em with too much dread; I'll raise music shall dispel their fears, and embolden them to approachi.



Ye mortals whom funcies and troubles perplex,
Wbom folly misguides, and infirmities ver ;
Whose lives bardly know what it is to be blest,
Wbo rise without joy, and lie down witbout rest ;

Obey tbe glad summons, to Lethe repair,
Drink deep of the strcum, and forget all your cure.


Old maids sball forget w bat tbey wish for in vain,
And young ones the rover, they cannot reguin ;
The rake sball forget bow last night be was cloy'd,
And Chloe again be with passion enjoy'd.

Obey tben tbe summons, to Lethe repair,
And drink ar oblivion to trouble and care.

The wife at one draugbt may forget all her wants,
Or drencb ber fond fool to forget ber gullants ;
Tbe troubled in mind shall go cbearful away,
And yesterday's wretch, be quite bappy to-day.

Obey tben the summons, to Letha repair,
Drink deep of the stream, and forget all your care.

Esop. Mercury, Charon has brought over one mortal already, conduct him hither.

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acknwoledgement of one single vice;-here he comes-if one may guess at his cares by his appearance, he really wants the assistance of Lethe.

Enter PoET. Poet. Sir, your humble servant-your name is Esopad I know your person intimately, tho’ I never saw you before; and am well acquainted with you, tho' I never had the honour of your conversation.

Esop. You are a dealer in paradoxes friend.

Poet. I am a dealer in all parts of speech, and in all the figures of rhetoric-I am a poet, Sir—and to be a poet, and not acquainted with the great Esop, is a greater paradox than—I honour you extremely, Sir; you certainly of all the writers of antiquity, had the greatest, the sublimest genius, the

Esop. Hold, friend, I hate flattery.

Poet. My own taste exactly, I assure you ; Sir, no man loves flattery less than myself.

Esop. So it appears, by your being so ready to give it away.

Poet. You have hit it, Mr Esop, you have hit it-I have given it away indeed. I did not receive one farthing for my last dedication, and yet would you believe it?-I absolutely gave all the virtues in heaven to one of the lowest reptiles upon earth.

Esop. 'Tis hard, indeed, to do dirty work for nothing.

Poet. Ay, Sir, to do dirty work, and still be dirty oneself is the stone of Sysiphus, and the thirst of TantalusYou Greek writers, indeed, carried your point by truth and simplicity, they won't do now-adays our patrons must be tickled into generosity-you gain'd the greatest favours, by shewing your own merits, we can only gain the smallest, by publishing those of other people

-You flourish'd by truth, we starve by fiction; tempora mutantur.

Esop. Indeed, friend, if we may guess by your present plight, you have prostituted your talents to very little purpose.

little upon my word- but they shall find that I can open another vein-Satire is the fashion, and satire they shall have let 'em look to it, I can be sharp

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Poet. To very



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