Do you see yonder mirror that 's almost in the shape of a stag with large horns? Pol. By the mass 't is like a stag indeed. Ham. Methinks it 's like an old ram's horn.. Pol. Very like a white liver. This was uttered in such a sycophantic style and manner, that, when repeated on the stage, I am sure the audience will thunder down applause. The other courtiers did tolerably well. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have lived too much in low company to play. the polished men of fashion; the former has often been exposed to the public, and the latter is precisely what Hotspur describes in the First Part of Henry IV. "A certain Lord, neat and trimly dress'd, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nose, and took't away again; My other courtier, Osrick, I fear will be mistaken by the galleries for ostrich, as he is so devilish ill made about the legs, which are like those of the bird. in question; besides, he must always wear gloves, as he lost his fore-finger when a boy, stealing toasted cheese out of a rat-trap. I suspect he will be well hissed. My Sub-Property-man, Sir, will never do in genteel comedy. I hear he has once played Lovel, in High Life below Stairs, and was inimitable when he' personated the red-haired foot-boy; he is, however, at home in Filch, Scrub, and those sorts of characters where impudence and vice prevail. The rest of the company I have no right to complain of; they are subservient in every respect, and have neither prejudices nor predilections; they sweep the stage, pick up the rotten apples and orange-peel, fetch and carry, snuff candles, and trim lamps. But I do not see any prospect of my being able to go through the season, unless you can assist me. Hitherto all efforts to strengthen my hands have failed. What the d-1 is come to the fellows I cannot tell, as they seem to be upon their high ropes, and not to care about salaries or emoluments; on the contrary, they appear to fancy themselves no longer actors, like myself, but talk of feelings of honour, private virtue, and such stuff. You will scarce believe me when I relate to you, that a stout-hearted little fellow, not five feet four inches high, had the impudence to refuse to accept of the offer I made him, of taking charge of all the horses, elephants, and live animals, which are now so much in request. Nay, I offered to put him in the fine gilt car, in our first grand procession, whenever it should take place. There's a fellow for you! I have begged of him not to tell of my offer, lest Sawney M'Greedy should fancy himself affronted, and quit me; for I must say, Sawney takes good care of the cattle, and of himself too. I have written to the Managers of Norfolk, Leicester, Bedford, Scarborough, and Guildford, but all without effect. You will perceive what a miserable set I have got, and, unless you can assist me, I must open with the present company, bad as it is. Do answer this, my dearest brother, and let me know your sentiments, and advise me how to pursue my plans in the best manner. I hear Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee have decided to appear in the front row of the pit. How can can I face them? I am, my dearest brother, ever yours most affectionately, JOHN SCOT, Manager, P. O. H. P. S. I believe I must get rid of my first fiddler ; the little fellow begins to be d-d insolent, and I see is wishing to govern me that won't do. Petticoat influence is the only influence a Manager ought to acknowledge. ANSWER OF LORDS GREY AND GRENVILLE *. [From the Morning Post, March 16.] N a dutiful strain we beg leave to address IN Your Highness in terms of respect, and express Our thanks for the manner so gracious and kind, You adopt of unfolding the Regent's good mind, By laying before us his Letter to you, Where the good of the State seems alone his great view. 182 ANSWER OF LORDS GREY AND GRENVILLE. But where it alludes to our Party, we think No sacrifice, Sir, can be ever too great To show our regard for the Prince and the State, No Hanover Prince to bring back James's sway ! To force on your Prince so unchristian a creed. Though experience shows that in Britain alone, We We scorn to unite with a Bigot so great, Who won't let the Pope have a voice in the State. We, in toto, condemn, from the first to the last. Than wasting our blood and our treasure in Spain: And mark the sad consequence, often foretold, We're chok'd with Bank-paper-and drain'd of our gold. We daily are nearing a terrible smash, When our blood is all wasted, as well as our cash; For whiskey and politics jointly combine To make Ireland seem a combustible mine: We |