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Honored Madam,—I thout larst night I was going hout ov the warld, and then I felt that I culd not di in Pease hif my conscunce was trubblet— these fritfool looks lade huppon mi mind loike a lode ov led—and so I preyed to God omitee to spear mi smfool soale ontill soach tim, too day.—I got hup a litel beter and crawled to yowre hows, when Mister Richard got me the dirikshun—has i hope for a redeemin hart ov grase to pooryfye the soales of soache sinfool wreatches loike me, I ave now givun hup all as his left ov what I ranged you on.—I ope now I mai bee let di in quiete and not bee tonminted a nites with develish grines and oulings ov blak sperritus conshuns— if yow moy deer missus wold pray for furgifnuss apon all as I tuke and pleged, I think it mite be ov sarvis to me at godgmint da.—So no moor for the presunt frum yow no hoo as lived withe yow when you was at Britun,
A repintfool sennur.
We may venture to guess that, in all the four tragedies referred to in the letters which precede the above, there is nothing so well calculated as this to effect the alleged purpose of tragedy—namely, "to instruct the human mind through the medium' of terror and pity." All the blood, the bell-tolling, and the black cloth of George Barnwell are nothing, to the "frightful looks," and " the devilish grins and howlings," which haunt the dreams of this "repentful sinner." Let us forget her remorse, in more light and ludicrous matter.
The following is in reply to an advertisement from a lady requiring "board and lodging." The writer evidently understands something of the female character, and knows that widow ladies are not always to be taken an pied de la lettre.
Dear Madam,—Seeing an advertisement in Trewman's paper, that you was in want of board and lodgings, should have no objections to taking you as a boarder and lodger if we can come to proper terms. 1 am a widower .with a family, one daughter twenty-one years of age—myself about fortyfive years of age—strong and healthy as any man. My residence is in the town of Tiverton, in a comfortable house, &c. with a good business and a comfortable house in the country if 1 choose to live in it—with about ;fc?I80 a year landed property. Should this meet your approbation 1 should like to have an interview with you—then we can explain matters more fully.
I am, Dear Madam,
Your most humble servant, Tiverton, 1822. A. B.
At this stage of our search we again find ourselves among numerous applications to hard-hearted managers, from youthful aspirants after dramatic fame. We cannot do better than extract one or two, in addition to those we have already given of a similar nature.—The young person who indites the following seems to rest his claims to attention on "the advantage of his want of experience;" and offers, as a specimen of his powers as an actor, "the draught scean in Julet."—This is something like another applicant whose letter is lying before us, but is rather too long for insertion. He says, "as a description of my person may be necessary, I will say nothing in praise of myself farther than that I am twenty-four years of age, six feet high, and weighing from one hundred and sixty to seventy pounds."
To Mr. Trotter, Theatre Royal, Worthing.
Sir—If you are in want of a Theatrical servant, and would take a beginner, and you find him stage-worthy, which I offer myself up to, free of any engage*, ment, you will, I trust Sir, find me a most desirous member of the stage, to get into the public voice. This pursule 1 wish for very much, and iherfor would enter inlo an engagement that would allow my employer the advantage of my want of txspcrance, although J flatter myself (I possets) the materals of thealrecal pcrformcuts in its principal parts. 1 am very conliiUnt that my present situation of life is much against my views, but the beauty? of Nature are not known untill they are shown. Therfor for trial sake I ask it as a fuvor of you to give me an opportunity to present myself to your servjs and notice. Allow roe to say, if you will make your appointment, you will find me faithful] to my engagement, and shall trust to fuler events to subscribe myself Your very humble Servant,
. J. T.
P. S. If you will allow me to ask the opportunity of seeing you as soon as an opportunity offers, as I wish to oiler myself, if it would be of any use or novelty to you, the part of Julet in the draught scean, and Richard in the Dream—which will correspond in following each other, any night that you please to name.
Worthing, Sussex, i
Aug. SI, 1816.
The following is " from the same to the same,"—written a few weeks before.
Sir.—1 offer myself to your servis and notice, seeking to get into the Elements of my soul's desire, which is to become a theatrecal member, and one in the public voice, and to obtain that organ will best prove the servis 1 render to myself and to them that I may have the honour to serve. And as. Sir, my pretentions are not beyond a begmer, acknowledging mvself uuacquamtcd with the theatre or any of its members, yet 1 flatter myself I have the stamp, &c. for the stage, and as such, Sir, you will find if you should be in want at'a Don Felix; or any thing that you shall think best.
Your very humble servant,
J. T. P. S. The present situation of life that I move in, makes me dought of success—but 1 will trust to fortune and your good opinion, as but few things pass without a polish.
One more only, in connexion with theatrical matters, and then we must fmally take leave of them for " metal," if not " more attractive," at least more refined.
We shall entertain a less high opinion than we have hitherto been accustomed to do, of the taste and judgment of that class of readers far whom it is our lot to cater, if they turn away with contempt from the following effusion, as trifling or vulgar. Many a farce, not to say a comedy, has owed much of its success to a less natural incident, less naturally and simply told. Mr. , to whom the following is addressed, has evidently been what the writer of the letter would call "a gay deceiver;" and we are sadly afraid that, like all such, he was ashamed to keep a promise, being a great man in London, which was made, when he was but a little man in the country.
Dear Sir.—I wright to ask you whether you intend to preform your promeece cunscurning my going to see opry—if you do, pray let me know as soon as posible you can—if i am to go i will weight againest the opry door til i see you. pray excuse my boldenes, but if you remember you sade i should go if ever i cam to London—so now preform your promes—if you can i should like it very much as i shall be blidge to leave London soon—pray let me know whether i can or not—if i can not i must stop away—but i should like very much to go—sono more from me at present.—i am your very humble
i am weighting againest the oppry door for your answer—pray be quick for i am in a hurry—pray wright your answer, for i shall be ashamed to see you after sutch boldeness.
We shall now close our extracts for this month, with perhaps the most accomplished instance on record of foreign English. But this is far from being the onfy merit of the following epistle. Surely the writer must have been the most romantic of clerks; aud moreover infinitely unacquainted with the nature of an Englishman, to suppose that he would do all that is required in this epistle, for an utter stranger, never before heard of, and living a thousand miles off. We shall for once depart from our plan of omitting names," as, in this instance, it can do no harm, and may by possibility assist in this romantic search after a lost father—if he still remains such.
Mr. John Bell, London.
Trieste, (in Germany), 10th March, 1815.
Sir,—I take myself the freedom lo write you this present Letter, which shall only serve as to beg you, my dear Sir, a great favor, and this is; It is abbout past Tene Years that 1 have not received any news of my Father, Mr. Gasparo Anth. Jordan, who is, I bellieve, still in London for the Course of Tweenty and more Years, I find me in a great ansiety, and continue perplessity, to donn't known if this my Father is a live, or not, or perhaps thead; I am for this reason so free to advance and dislurbc you with this few linens, with the Kindness prayer to enquire by some Brokers of the Exchange, or eMsewere of him, and otherwise to leted putting in Printing in the News Paper as a Note, if any Person Know if this Subject is here at London, and possitively his Living place, Number of the House and by hum he is to be found; Assured you my dear Sir, that for this favor 1 shall never pay, and 1 find it no words to express you my anticipate gratitude for this uman kindness, which I do nothing doubt you snail do for me.
All and every Expenses that you may do for this information, I beg to send me word with Account, anthen I shall ready send you the amount of the valuing with one short Bill of Exchange payable oppon a good House or Bankers of this Citty, that you shall encashed and supplied.
If you will be so good allso by this occasion to do me the favor, and send me only one part of the Printing News Paper withe the expression of said my father of this requiring, and this doo by way of Post, and pray to Debit my account for the Postage, for this as allso for any others that you may send me.
This part is only to inform you, that I am a Clerck of one Tradingshouse o. Trieste, and hoppe you shall be kind enough to writing me some linen and excuse me for takiug this liberty.
Ready 1 allso at any yours Command* in this our part, and in wanting of one yours agreable answer as soon as you can,
1 remain with regard Sir,-Your most humble Servant
* A gentleman, to whom one of the letters prirtted in a previous number was addressed, has received a remonstrative epistle (which he has, no doubt, added to his collection of "characteristic" ones, and which we were of two minds whether we should not add to ours) insisting-, in riot the most delicate terms, ob the " indelicacy" of publishing " real" letters. If they had been fictitious ones he would not have minded. But he does not seem to be aware that the kind ot" indelicncy," to which he alludes, can only exist in connexion with a name. If we hod avowedly invented the letters, be would not hare seen any " indelicacy" in such a proceeding. And yet, so far as regards any real person, they might have been invented; for we have not, with the above exception, made any one, living or dead, answerable for a single word coutaine-J in them.
P. S. I pray to write me without put at the Letter any address, at only my name—then I am very well know in our Post office, and the Letters come me surly in the hand. Excuse the difective Stille in this lenguage in which I am a Beginer. J •
Our selections have hitherto been confmed to the effusions of" illustrious obscure," and have rested their claims to attention almost entirely on their intrinsic merits. In our next number, we Bhall probably treat the reader with a few specimens from pens which could not pass over paper without giving a value to it, provided they did but subscribe, at the foot of it, the name of the hand that guided them.
THE CRUSADER S RETURN.
"Alns! the mother that him bare,
She had not known her child!"—Marmion.
Rest, pilgrim, restl thou'rt from the Syrian Land,
Thou 'rt faint—stay, rest thee from thy toils at lust.
Through the high chesnuts lightly plays the breeze,
The stars gleam out, the Ave hour is past,
The sailor's hymn hath died along the seas.
Thou 'rt faint and worn—hear'st thou the fountain, welling
Midst the grey pillars of yon ruin'd shrine?
Seest thou the dewy grapes before thee swelling?
—He that hath left me train'd that loaded vine!
He was a child when thus the bower he wove,
If I could hear that laughine voice again,
But once again!—how oft it wanders by, •»
In the still hours, like some rcmeuiber'd strain,
Troubling the heart with its wild melody!
Thou hast seen much, tired pilgrim! hast thou seen
In that far land, the chosen land of yore,
A youth—my Guido—with the fiery mien,
And the dark eye of this Italian shore?
The dark, clear, lightning eye!—on heaven aud earth
It smiled—as if man were not dust—it smiled!
The very air seem'd kindling with his mirth,
And 1—my heart grew young before my child!
My blessed child 1—I had but him—yet he
Fill'd all my home ev'n with o'erflo wmg joy,
Sweet laughter, and wild song, and footstep free—
—Where it he now ?—my pride, my flower, my boy!
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THEOBALD WOLFE TONE.*
"All parties were now (1793) fully employed preparing for the ensuing Session of Parliament. The Government, through the organ of the corporations and grand juries, opened a heavy fire upon us, of manifestoes and resolutions. At first we were, like young soldiers, a little stunned with the noise, but after a few rounds we began to look about us, and, seeing nobody drop with all this furious cannonade, we took courage and determined to return the fire. Jn consequence, wherever there was a meeting of the Protestant Ascendancy (which was the title assumed by that party, and a very impudent one it was,") we took care it should be followed by a meeting of the Catholics, who spoke as loud and louder than their adversaries ; and as we had the right clearly on our side, we found no great difficulty in silencing the enemy on this quarter. The Catholics likewise took care, at the same time that they branded their enemies, to mark their gratitude to their friends, who were daily increasing, and especially to the people of Belfast, between whom and the Catholics the union was now completely established. Among the various attacks made on us this summer, the most remarkable for their virulence were those of the Grand Jury of Louth, headed by the Speaker of the House of Commons; of Limerick, at which the Lord Chancellor assisted; and of the Corporation of the City of Dublin, which last published a most furious manifesto, threatening us in so many words with a resistance by force. In consequence, a meeting was held of the Catholics of Dublin at large, which was attended by several thousands, where the manifesto was
read, and most ably commented upon by John Keogh, Dr. R , Dr. Mac
Nevin, and several others, and a eounter-manifesto being proposed, which was written hy my friend Emmelt and incomparably well done, it was carlied unanimously and published in all the papers, together with the speeches above-mentioned ; ana both the speeches and the manifesto had such an infinite superiority over those of the Corporation, which were also published and diligently circulated by the Government, that it put an end effectually
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• Concluded from pnge 423.