and duels of Sir Henry (then known as Parson Bate) with Messrs. Miles and Fitzgerald, took .place nearly fifty years since, was the beautiful Mrs. Hartley, the actress, who died on the same day with Sir Henry. John Bull. ON SIR R. WILSON'S LOSS OF MARIA THERESA'S RIBBON. "Farewel ye gilded follies→→ Fame's but a hollow echo; Their honour the darling but of one short day, Their state a gaudy prison to live in, And torture' free-born minds." Sir H. Wotton's Farewel. IN life's early morn when thy young soul was fir'd, Chronicle. SPIRITS OF THE AGE. No. III.-MRS. HARTLEY. THE once beautiful and admired actress, Mrs. Hartley, died on the 1st of February, aged 73, at Woolwich. She was a contemporary with Garrick, and, we believe, the only one that remained, excepting Mr. Quick and Mrs. Mattocks, who are still alive. Her extreme beauty, and the truth and nature of her acting, attracted universal admiration, and caused her to rank the highest (as a female) in her profession, previous to the appearance of Mrs. Siddons. Mr. Hull had written his tragedy of Henry the Second, or Fair Rosamond, several years previous to its production, and despaired of obtaining a proper representative for the character of Rosamond, until the above lady appeared. Mason also, the celebrated poet, wrote his tragedy of Elfrida, that she might personify the principal character. Elfrida has always been admired as a beautiful poem, but it is not calculated for stage effect; it was, nevertheless, at that time supported, and even rendered highly attractive, by the person and talents of the late Mrs. Hartley. She was the very favourite subject of Sir Joshua Reynolds, and appears as the beautiful female in a number of his most celebrated pictures; two in particular are professed portraits of her, called "Mrs. Hartley, as Jane Shore," and "Mrs. Hartley, as a Bacchante." A fine study for the former was recently sold at the late celebrated sale of the G Marchioness of Thomond's pictures, at Christie's She died in easy circumstances, her merits, during her public services, having procured her a handsome independence. British Press. THE INIMITABLE CHARLES MATHEWS. THE following jeu d'esprit on his performances at Oxford, is a parody on the Sapphics of Ho race: Mathews Comici Laudes. Prime Mimorum! Thou rare mimic Mathews, Tu potes Proctors comitesque Bull-dogs Smilingly cedunt. Quin et each high Don Sociique vultu Carmine mulces. Tu, merry fellow, velut es levamen To the pale forms whose final doom approaches, Who, citò coram solio Minervæ Shuddering shall stand. Fell are her Priests! Quum Vitulos prehendant, Singulos, eheu! lacerant in pieces! Hi tamen mites sweetly gaze at Mathews Full of his frolics. Serus in Lunnum redeas, diuque Gratus intersis populo togato! Leave the dull Cockneys,—with us be at Home, Sir! Go it in Oxford! Literary Gazette. THE THREE BLIND TIPPLERS. THREE sightless inmates of the sky, Whose names were Justice-Fortune-Cupid, Finding their public life on high Somewhat monotonous and stupid, Resolved one morning to unite Their powers in an Alliance Holy, I popp❜d a golden vase of nectar, With air of earth was mix'd and muddled, Now reeling, wrangling, they proceed, All struggle fiercely for dominion: Whereat her sword in wrath she draws, And throws it in her scales with fury, Fortune, purloining Cupid's darts, Of matrimonial computers; While Love on Fortune's wheel apace Then presto! pass!-away he ranges. Lest men for substitutes should yearn, He sent them down, Luck, Law, and Marriage. New Monthly Magazine. THE GREATEST BORE IN LONDON. WHEN Sir William Curtis returned from his voyage to Italy and Spain, he called to pay his respects to Mr. Canning at Gloucester Lodge. Among other questions, Sir William said, "But, pray, Mr. Canning, what do you say to the tunnel under the Thames?"-" Say," replied the Secretary, "Why, I say it will be the greatest bore London ever had, and that is saying a great deal." Times. |