The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1824-11-04 00:00:00

THE BitiTISH PRESS.

MOORE'S IRISH 3f ELODI ES.

The following are from the Ninth Part :.f this Work,
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AND Dom NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS.
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And earth lost a rneetimt litre this make amends
For till the long years I've been wanikring away—
To see 111115 around um nay youth's early friend.,
As smiling and kind r.. 4 in that hat py day !
Though barly o'er some of your brow., an o'er oihte,
The siinw.t.dl iti tint- may be stealicg.—w:iat thea ?
Like Alps in the sunset, than lighted by w; :e,
We'll wear the gay dry.: of yowh's rubes again.
What soften'd remembrance., come o'er the heart,
In goring on those we've heel, lost tows long !
TI:" .01701 re, till joys, of which mire they were part,
Still round then. like Vi 0074 of yeso slay, throne.
As letter. some has I !nth invisible trued,
When Mid to the flame will total out on the sight,
So ••-tiy a feehiuT, that etrted,
The wannth of a ni.e:ing like this briugs to light.
And thus, as In memo y's bark, we shall glide
To the Ser:lte of one Mtyilitod anew.
oft we omit se-, boltirit down on the tide,
Thu wail of full many a Mute shining &rough—
Yet as infai.cy we point to the flown,
Tbst once made a garilcii of all the guy shore,
Deceiv'd far a ni.,nie,t we'll thii.k them still Jura,
A ial breathe the fresh Er of life's itiombig once room.

So brief our csiste:lce. a glimpse, at the moat,
Is all we can have of the few we hold (Ear ;
A' .1 oft even joy in unheeded and lost,
For want of some iteart, that cal chin it, near.
Ah. well may we hope, when this ).!lort life is
To fleet in some worm or more liertnanent
For, a fondle or a pimp of the hand. battening on,
Is all ne ci•joy of nail other in this.
Rut, come,— the more rare s.uch delights to the heart,
The mote we should valcomeseal bless them the more._
They're ours' when we meets—they are lost. when we part,
Lin): birds that bring simmer, and fly when 'tis ti er.
Thus e:re:h.g the cu hard in ha .d, ere we drink,
Let Sympathy dge us. thru' plewite thru' pan,
That fast as a f_eling but tottcht: one link,
litr magic shall send it direct thru' the chain.

TIIEY KNOW NoT 3IY HEART.

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Thry know not my br• -t, who belies:: there can be
f.h,e stair of this yawl: to its Inhags for thee;
Who thialt, whi:e I r.re tit:e in beauty's yow; hour,
As mire as the moroit.g's that dew on the flow r,

could harm what I love--ts the still's 117U1103 ray
Itut sinila on the dew-drop, to waste it away

No— beeming with light as those young features are,
There's a light round thy kart which is lovelier far;
It is not that cheek—% ip the soul, dawning clear
Thro ite ionocent blush wakes lily beauty so dear--
A s the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair,
Is louk'd up to die more, because Heaven is there!

COVENT-GARDEN THEATRE.

Last night, the tragedy of Itritice Preserved was pro-
duced at this theatre, for the peril ese of introducing on the
boards a lady whose name we have heard is
Sim" and who lies been a favourite, for some time past,
with the play-ening people of Norwich. It would be un-
fair in us to offer s decisive opinion after a first perform-
ance, and that a first performance too of the very dffiicult
character of B-le:dera. Since the first performance of
yen he Preserved, the character of Belvidera has found but
few efficient representatives ; and it is only since the ap-
pearance of Miss O'Neill, that it has again found ladies who
are adventurous enough to attempt it. Since Miss O'Neill's
retirement freon the stage, several fair candidates fur histri-
onic fame have chosen it fur their dr! at, and have, generally
speaking, only partially succeeded. To say that the effort of
last night deserves a higher praise, would be to speak agaiust
cur judgment. There were, however, some isarticular traits
of the character of Beleidera very well conceived, though
generally the performance was too much marked by force
and want of finish. The tears and the noise naturally at-
t tclting to the character arc abundant enough, without any
excessive use of either by its representative on the stage.
Mrs. or Miss !Homan (for we know not which) pessesses an
interesting figure, rather above the middle size. Her eyes
arc intelligent, her lima well formed, and her voice, in some
of its tones, forcibly reminded us of Miss O'Neill. Az we
hive just said, it Is unfair to speak peremptorily of
a first attempt, and that an attempt it. which only one in-
dividual has succeeded for nearly the last half century -
we therefore reserve the expression of our opinion, and
have nu doubt that, in our next notice of this clever debu-
t:Jute, we shall be able to speak of her iu much warmer
terms. It were something like impertinent in us to oft'er a
syllable on the performance of Young's Pierre, or Charles
Kernble's.hgee. They have each so made the characters
their own—the expectation is everywhere so completely
realised—altogether the performances are so justly conceiv-
ed, and so powerfully delineated, that perhaps there are nd
two such portraitures to be witnessed at present on the
boards. Where all is so eminently finished, selection becomes
a matter of difficulty ; and that selection is the less neces-
sary here, as all the admirers of the drama have had them
for years treasured up in the tablet of their memory. The
house was full at half price. It is but justice to the lady
to add, that throughout her performance the applause war
vigorously kept ui , and that upon the announcement of
the repetition of the tragedy for Saturday evening next,
the acclamations of the audience were loud and general.