The National Register.
London, England, 1816-04-21 00:00:00

COVEN'r-C 111)1A.

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Monday Mr. COMIAM, well known at the Minor
Theatres, and in several provincial towns, where he
has for some time past been performing with consider-
able success, made his first appearan,:e at this Theatre in.
the character of Richard. The attempt was by no
means a successful one ; not :not the performance was
entirely devoid of merit, :cut its detixts very tiir indeed
outweighed its beauti.a. Mr. Corm.tm possesses a good
stage Ewe and rigrure, his voice is also powerful; but in
general he seemed entirely to have misconceived the cha-
racter he had malertaken to support. Instead of the
deep, dissimulating, political, and aspiring Duke of
ler drawn by our immortal Poet, we were presented
with the picture of a ferocious villain, and bure-tliced
murderous ruffian; and in the place of kingly dignity,
we were in general :unused with starts, and attitudes of
Melt-drama tout Pantomime. The curtain ultimately
dropped amidst a mixture of applause and acapproba-
tion. It is impossible that this oars., in his prewitt
condition, can succeed with a respectable .I.ondott
; but he is not destitute of talent, and therefore
not hopeless of improvement.
Amon: the novelties of this Theatre, on Tuesday ev,,rs.
ing, the first in point of importance was the d►liul of a
Mr. Ilium., in the character of Sir Pertina.r Mac .S:ra-
pheidt. His entree was very warmly greeted; but indi-
cations of part• feeling seemed to entlrarrass him in his
progress, until, in. the fourth act, the tumult betunte
violent as to excite the indignation of the better judging
portion of the audience, who, with one accord ruse,
leaved their hats, and uttered shouts of encourageauent
for him to proceed. The order restored by this interpc►
sition enabled us to hear distinctly, and to discover the
most encouraging indications of the debutant's powers.
His performance was certainly cold and stilt.; but a little
more discipline may warm loin into considerable excel-
lence. lie retired timid loud demonstrations of up-
plause.

A new melo-drateatie Arabian romance. called no
lf',nls a ay.? or, Va. Lam: t the Lam!, created
laughter, and charmed the eve, without leaving any de-
cided impression on the mind. The humour of it turns
on a sort of non:lc:44l-4A Cockney. from licarbinder-lane
(I.ls-ros;), who, on his voyage. to Bombay, has h.:en ship-
wrecked on some part of the Arabian coast. It scon,,
a stranger had once saved the life of the Ruler over that
part of the country where the Cockney finds himself
who, in gratitude, had proclaimed a law, that on every
anniversary of that day, whatever stranger might chance
to be in the kingdom should have the privilege of claim-
ing, us a bride, the first of the train of tinuales resorting
to pay their court on the occasion, at the palace. who
might chance to be unmarried. The Cockney avails
himself of the privilege, and his good luck Oyes him a
Princess, who, after putting his fidelity to various proofs,
at length decides in his favour. Though the pint is
flimsy and extravapmt, yet, by the aid of scenery most.
gorgeously nuignificent, and the dresses and dancing,
worthy of II better vehicle, it was received well, and will
probably be many times repeated to good houses. Mr.
Pocock is said to be the author of it.—The music, by
liming>, was excellent.

The Traeedv forthcoming at Drury Lane Theatre, nn Mr.
Kean'. return from 14, we timlerstaml front the 1.4 n
of Mr. Mailmen, an Irish Gentleman, the author of a Novel,
The rmaltq ?4t. Moan.* and a friend of Mr. Muller Scott, to
„ 1„,", he tnlliratril it is the following reis but emphatlv
word. - To tt alter 'iron, The 'entstagot --the may friend of the
irivh ititlittr.-, Mi. Bartley, of [)rues-Eros 'theatre, hie, te-
liimaithed his engagement at thin The:ii rt., to he State %lame
cert 99 31r. Arn,9191.••-l'iovectt it; reports 1 to have rcitent-11 the
etattagt titt•itt nt I. event garden Thetitit, to
itetin4 t- 3'olllll lir untel:.l.ts, it ik ,aid. hi V .r %m in Gallium

LfIRD 1,-..11)1"

We notkel in our last Paper the unhappy separation of Lord Byron
and Lad!..—The two foliowing penis by his lord.hip on this subje er,
ale‘ough tu,t written fur the punlic tye, hare since found their way into
0... ilea :pipers, and hit.a artai test greet pabhe notice. The Sloth
pont Privale 1,1,;• has been stmairly condinnned by the Editor of the
Tenv., a.; "AM souk by a Matt or milk. talents. and literary repu'atim,
on an unprot:ctA, it defenceleti, and a ittp-mda it &Tette, to gratify an
insatiable r ;" w!til.t on the 044. r hand, the Editor of the Mora-
-1-4 ( Iffenick viniliestes his Lordship; and autrts, thatif "the publi-
cation of al the c,nmantassees of the unhappy di.pute should breotue
. .

eteeTt'at) , ever). holuirkial reader will agree with him, that nothing but
the mat gross mirrttpresentation, and Inali4pant inthitn, e on a delicate
mind, could have 4y:rated the separation that has tiara ylacw

FARE 7'IIEE WELL,
,fare thee well! and if for ever—
still for ever, fare Noe Teel—
rt-'n though tintorn-iving, never
'Gainst thee shaft my heart rebel.
Would that breast were hared before thee
Where thy h a,!I so oft hatli lain
While that placid sleep none o'er thee
Wl,kh thou ne'er ean'at know ,I:rain;
Would that breast, by thee glithe'd over,
Kvery inthost thought email chew!
'filen, thou would'st at last diseuter

was not well to spurn it so.
`Though the world fur this commend thee...-
Though it smile upon the blow,—
Fret' its praises must offend thee,
Founded on imother', woe.
Thouh toy many faults defaced me;
Could no other ;am be fottud
Than the one which once embraced me
I'o inflict a cureless wound?
Yet—oh, vet—thyself deceive not—
Imve may sink by low decay.
But by sudden wrench, believe not,
Hearts can thus be torn away;
Still thine own its life retaincth—
still must mine...though bleeding—beat,
And the undying thought which pameth
Is—that we no more may meet.
These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead,
Both shall live—but every morrow
Wake us fvom a widowed bed.
And when thou would'st solace gather--
When our child's first a:cents How--
Wilt thou teach her iftsay—" Father!"
Though his care she ii:stst forego%
When her little hands shall i'.'ess thee—
When her lip to thine is press ii—
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee—.
Think of hint thy line had blcss'd.
Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more mav'st
Then thy heart will softly tre:.ible
With a pulse yet true to me.
All my faults—perchance thou knowest
11 my molnees—none can know;
All roy hopes—whereer thou; ;:oc:t—
Whither—)et with thee they go.
Every feeling hash been shaken,
Pndis—which not a world can bow—.
Rows to thee—br inee forsidum
Even my roil forsakes me now.
But 'tisOone—all wottla are idle.—
Words front me are vainer still;
the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.
Fare thee well!—thus

Tore from every marer tie—
Sraeti in hcart--and love and blighted—
More than this I searcc can die.

MARCH 50, 1816.
A SKETCII FROM PRIVATE LIFE.
firmest—Honest lap!
" If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee."
SIIARSPEaRE.
Atilt in the garret, in the kitchen bred,
l'romoted thence to deck her mistress head;
Next—for small:gracious service uncxprest,
And from its wages only to be guess'd—
liaised from the toilet to the tahle.—where
Irre wondering betters wait behind her chair;
With eye unmoved, and forehead unabash'el,
She dines from off the plate she lately wirdid.
Quick with the talc, and ready with the lie
The genial confidante, and general spy—
Who cold, ye gods! her next employment guess—
An only infant's earliest governess.
She taught the child to read, and taught so well,
That she herself, by teaching, learn'd to spell.
An adept next in penmanship she grows.
As many a nameless slander deftly shows:
What she had made the pupil of her art,
None know—but that high soul securest the heart,
And pmtexl tin the truth it could nut hear,
With longin.: breast am! undeluded ear.
Foil'el was perversion by that youthful mind,
Which Flattery fooled not—Baseness could nut
Deceit infect not-10f ('ontagion soil—
'lndulgence wirsken—nor example spoil—
Nor Inaster'd Science tempt her to look down
On humidor talents wit:' a pitying frown—
Nur Genius swell—nor Itesiuty render vain—
Nor Eery ruffle to retaliate pair.—
Nor Fortune change—Pride raise—nor Passion bow.
Nor Virtue teach austerity—till now.
B"rettely caret of her sex that live,
Rat wanting one wect vreakiess—to forgive;
Too shock'd at faults her bout can never know,
She deems that all could he like her below :
Foe to all Vice, yet hardly Virtue's friend.
For Virtue pardon.; those she we old amend.
Hot to the theme:—now laid is:c too long,
The brdeful burdien of this hones song—
Tho all her Milner functions are vo more,
She rules the circle which she served before.
If mothers—none know why—before her twake.;
If daughters dread her for tile mothers' sake:
If early h.bits—those false links, which bind
At times the loftiest to the ineenest mind—
Have given her power too deenly to instil
The angry essence of her diwelly will;
If. like a snake, she steal within your walls,
Till the black slime betray her as she crawls;
If. like a viper, to the heart she wind,
And leave the venom there she did not find;
What marvel that this ha,( of batted works
Eternal e% it latent as shelurks,
To make a Pandemoniuni a here site dwells,
And reign the Hecate of doniestic hells?
Skill'a by a touch to deepen scandal's tints
With all the kind nientlicity of hint...