Thus having said, the kilted Goddess kist Illustrious HOLLAND! hard would be his lot His hirelings mentioned, and himself forgot! scriptions. The name of this personage is pronounced Broom in the South, but the truly Northern, and musical pronunciation is BROUGH-AM, in two syllables. *I ought to apologise to the worthy Deities for introducing a new Goddess with short petticoats to their notice: but alas! what was to be done? I could not say Caledonia's Genius, it being well known there is no Genius to be found from Clackmannan to Caithness, yet without supernatural agency, how was Jeffrey to be saved? The national "Kelpies," &c. are too unpoetical, and the "Brownies" and gude neighbours," (spirits of a good disposition) refused to extricate him.-A Goddess therefore has been called for the purpose, and great ought to be the gratitude of Jeffrey, seeing it is the only communication he ever held, or is likely to hold, with any thing heavenly. HOLLAND, with HENRY PETTY at his back, Shall Grub-street dine, while duns are kept aloof. 380 They write for food, and feed because they write: Some glowing thoughts should to the press escape, 390 * Lord H. has translated some specimens of Lope de Vega, inserted in his life of the Author: both are bepraised by his disinterested guests. Breathes o'er the page her purity of soul, Now to the drama turn-oh! motley sight! What precious scenes the wondering eyes invite! Puns, and a Prince within a barrel pent, + And Dibdin's nonsense yield complete content. Though now, thank heaven! the Rosciomania's o'er, And full-grown actors are endur'd once more; Yet, what avails their vain attempts to please, While British critics suffer scenes like these? 400 * Certain it is, her Ladyship is suspected of having displayed her matchless wit in the Edinburgh Review: however, that may be, we know from good authority, that the manuscripts are submitted to her perusal---no doubt for correction. In the melo-drame of Tekeli, that heroic prince is clapt into a barrel on the stage, a new asylum for distressed heroes. While REYNOLDS vents his "damme, poohs," and "zounds,"* And common place, and common sense confounds? Heavens! is all sense of shame, and talent gone? 410 Have we no living Bard of merit?-none? * All these are favourite expressions of Mr R. and prominent in his Comedies, living and defunct. + Mr. T. Sheridan, the new Manager of Drury-Lane Theatre, stripped the Tragedy of Bonduca of the Dialogue, and exhibited the scenes as the spectacle of Caractacus.—Was this worthy of his sire? or of himself? Oh! SHERIDAN! if aught can move thy pen, Abjure the mummery of German Schools, Give as thy last memorial to the age, One classic drama, and reform the stage. Gods! o'er those boards shall Folly rear her head Where GARRICK trod, and KEMBLE lives to tread? 420 Shall sapient managers new scenes produce In grim array though LEWIS' spectres rise, Still SKEFFINGTON and Goose divide the prize. 430 And sure great SKEFFINGTON must claim our praise, For skirtless coats, and skeletons of plays |