FAREWELL ADDRESS, Spoken by Mr Kemble to the Edinburgh Theatre, on the 29th March, 1817. WRITTEN BY SIR WALTER Scott, Bart. As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, Why should we part, while still some powers remain, Here, then, adieu! while yet some well-graced parts And I have felt, and you have fann'd the flame! Oh favour'd land! renown'd for arts and arms, Could this full blossom prompt the sinking line, But my last part is play'd, my knell is rung, When e'en your praise falls faultering from my tongue; Is-Friends and Patrons, hail, and FARE YOU WELL! ODE BY THOMAS CAMPBELL, Esq. Recited after the Dinner on occasion of Mr Kemble's Retirement from the Stage. PRIDE of the British stage, A long and last adieu! Whose image brought th' heroic age Reviv'd to Fancy's view. Like fields refresh'd with dewy light, And Memory conjures feelings up, That wine or music need not swell, As high we lift the festal cup, To" Kemble, Fare thee well." His was the spell o'er hearts, For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime ; And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but one glance from Time. But, by the mighty Actor brought, Illusion's wedded triumphs come... Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb. to laɛ suman) “Q Time may again revive,0 s tou 24 ure 90s dan puret But ne'er efface the charm, When Cato spoke in him alive, teri Or Hotspur kindled warm. What soul was not resign'd entire Laidoms at ng 16 To the deep sorrows of the Moor? cum il What English heart was not on fire,^ »ti senw ba A With him at Agincourt? And yet a majesty possess'd His transport's most impetuous tone, And to each passion of his breast The Graces gave their zone.j גלי High were the task-too high, 10 izom att tala Ye conscious bosoms here, Protea£ii 8 In words to paint your memory binové teás Of Kemble and of Lear." た But who forgets that white discrowned heads 197 Those bursts of Reason's half-extinguish'd glare, Those tears upon Cordelia's bosom shed, to son¶ In doubt more touching than despair.76 916) A If 'twas reality he felt Had Shakspeare's self amidst you been, Friends, he had seen you melt, And triumph'd to have seen! And there was many an hour 1 At once ennobled and correction for any lupa ma His mind survey'd the Tragic page ob ada 'T And what the Actor could effect, con mille I mdW The Scholar could presagecogA se mid daiW These were his traits of worth vrenjem a toy kana And must we lose them now in a'jrouzau Pit And shall the scene no more shew forth fore of brå His sternly-pleasing brow? even somi) edi Alas! the moral brings a tear 'Tis all a transient hour below, And we, that would detain thee here,q 93 abrow al Ourselves as fleetly go. Dus oldmo X 10 Yet shall our latest age ontw putr joyrół odw toå This parting scene review Pride of the British stage, A long and last adieu! TO THE SPIRIT OF KOSCIUSKO. UNNOTICED shall the mighty fall? Shall he, whom bonds could not enthral, Without a song, whose fervid strains No!-thus it ne'er shall be: and fame While earth-while hope endures, thy name, 'Tis shrined amid the holy throng; Yes!-Campbell of the deathless lay, The rapt adorer of the free, Has painted Warsaw's latest day, Thy bands on battle-field array'd, And in thy grasp the patriot blade! Though thou hast bade our world farewell, And left the blotted lands beneath, In purer, happier realms to dwell; With Wallace, Washington, and Tell, ON THE LATE MR HORNER. "Monibus date lilia plenis." Ir dying worth could consecrate the ground, |