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ON THE SAME SUBJECT.
ELEN was just slipt into bed:
For this misfortune careless Jane,
And madam, getting up again,
On little things, as sages write,
If we don’t catch a mouse to-night,
OW old may Phillis be, you ask,
Stiff in brocade, and pinch'd in stays,
All day let envy view her face,
Paint, patches, jewels laid aside,
The evening has the day belied;
FORMA BONUM FRAGILE.
Wo HAT a frail thing is beautyl says Baron % Le Cras, Perceiving his mistress had one eye of glass: And scarcely had he spoke it, When she more confus'd as more angry she grew, By a negligent rage prov'd the maxim too true: She dropt the eye, and broke it.
A CRITICAL MOMENT.
FOW capricious were Nature and Art to poor
She was painting her cheeks at the time her nose fell.
WRITTEN TO THE DUKE DE NOALLES.
#AIN the concern which you express,
And that Macbeth was haunted less
With fifteen thousand pounds a year,
Do you complain, you cannot bear
Good Alard, faith, is modester
Lend him but fifty louis-d'or;
And you shall never see him more;
Why do the gods indulge our store,
EPILOGUE TO PHAEDRA AND HIPPOLITUS.*
A TRAGEDY, BY M.R. EDMUND SMITH, SPOKEN By
MRS. OLDFIELD, WHO ACTED ISMENA.
ADIES, to-night your pity I implore
* This excellent tragedy, although performed by Betterton, Booth, Mrs. Barry, and Mrs. Oldfield, met with but a very cold reception from the public on its first appearance. In the Spectator, No. 18, Mr. Addison says—“Would one think it was possible (at a time when an author lived that was able to write the Phaedra and Hippolitus) for a people to be so stupidly fond of the Italian opera, as scarce to give a third day's hearing to that admirable tragedy.” The prologue to it was written by Mr. Addison.
Who from Euripides makes Phaedra speak;
Then he had turn’d all tragedy to jest;
EPILOGUE TO LUCIUS.*
A TRAGEDY, BY MRS. DE LA RIVIERE MANLEY.
SPOKEN BY MRS. HORTON.
*HE female author who recites to-day, ' Trusts to her sex the merit of her play. Like father Bayes securely she sits down: Pit, box, and gallery, 'gad! all's our own. In ancient Greece, she says, when Sappho writ, By their applause the critics show'd their wit, They tun'd their voices to her lyric string;
* This play was acted at Drury-lane, in 1717, with success. In the dedication to Sir Richard Steele, who wrote a prologue to it, the author apologizes for the severity of her former writings against him.