The Sun.
London, England, 1824-05-10 00:00:00

POETRY.

PROLOGUE TO THE HEIR AT LAW,
.epresented at Rath on the 23d silt. in celebration of His
MAJESTY'S Birth-clay by Amateur Performers. Written
by T. H. BAYLY, Esq., SPtken by Capt. SKINNEU, in the
Flash.
character of Captain Strutt, and by the Author, as Captain

Enter Caplein Strutt.
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The tall straight people with the big black eyes,
Were all for tender scenes and tragedies ;
Some parts adapted to a Roman non.,
And speeches interspersed with " All's !" and " !"
The little dumpy people, five feet three,
All voted for a sprightly Comedy,
And dumpy figures being far more common
Than forms and features classically Roman,
Melpomene *as beat, an d frowniug saw
Thalia's votaries chuse The Heir at Law."
And now my toils seemed over, all arranged,
The parts rehearsed, and nothing to be changed,
When lo ! a letter comes by this day's post
From Captain Flash, recruiting on the coast—
Who says—( reads)—
" Dear Stru tt—the papers say
" You're getting up a private play ;
" I wonder that you did not write
" To nic—before you fixed the night ;
" However, you'll be charmed to know
" I'll act for you in Romeo !
" Don't agitate yourselves about me,
" For knowing you can't do without me,
"Be easy—l will keep my word,
" You'll see me on the twenty-third."
Here's a dilemma! Ile no doubt approaches
Upon the box of one of REILLY's coaches;
Dreaming of Romeo's pink and silver suit—
Foils—frills--and feathers pack'd up in the boot :
Oh! that's some wheel or spring_no matter which,
Would break, and lodge him gently in a ditch !
He comes—l'll undeceive hitn—would t'were done—
Enter Captain Flash.
Flash.—" It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."
Strutt, my good fellow, here I am you see—
(Poor wretch! how anxiously he look'd for me)
Don't thank me-1 know till that you would say,
I can't bear thanks indeed--do spare me, pray—
" How's Juliet ? that I ask of Thee again,
For nothing can be ill—

Strutt.—l must explain--

Flash.—lf she be well."
Strutt.—The fact is, Captain Flub,
Your journey has been rash—extremely rash.
Flash.—What do you mean by rash?
St/ ult.—lA point of fact
(Pray be composed) we cannot let you act.
Flash.—Not let me act! then do you mean to say
That any one will come to see your play ?
Strutt.—Yes, we rely on Cohnan's Comedy ;
Pray step into a box yourself and see :
Flash.—Don't talk to me of Boxes, Sir, unless
Of that which holds my pink and silver dress.
Comedy too ! you'd irritate a Stoic,
Why amateurs should alway be heroic !
strutt.—l've seen them oft burlesTae the Tragic Muse.
hence
They 're in serious parts a serious nuisance.
Flash.—A nuisance!
Strutt.—Pray be calm—
Flash.—A nuisance, Sir !
Strntl.—Do pray be pacified—you must not stir—
Remain and speak our Prologue—
Flash.—Not a word—
Strutt.—l']l hear of no excuse—
flash.—l must bo heard—
Strntt.—Well, then, I'll leave you, Sir—but pray begin,
I'll take the liberty to lock you in.
( ExtT, shutting the door in Capt. Flash's fisc
Flash.—Well—l must do my best—and humbly ask
For mercy for their faults—no easy task.
Fair Ladies pray be kind—But hold, I know
That prayer is needless—you are always so.
And Beaux—But no, I'll beg applause from no man,
I trust.our fate to Woman—lovely Woman.
Yet can we hope to please you with five acts ?
No barbed steeds ! no foaming cataracts I
No artificial fire ! no real water !
No cut-throat Brahmin ! and no Rajah's daughter !
Must we leave bits of wit for bits of blood ?
Exchange the Scholar's study for a stud?
Strut o'er the stage with sawdust in our shoes 9
The Muse's Temple turned into a Mews ?-
If your good will be won by feats like these,
Pangloss shall act on horseback, 3 f you
But no—we'll muster our pedestrian forces,
And draw a house without the aid of horses.
Farewell—but ere I leave you may I say
A word or two in honour of the day ?
Is there no heart where factious venom rages
In some back row—or up in Yonder cages?
No—all are friendly here,
I see a Loyal budge ; you'on every breast
11 stand the test;
I'll venture on our watchword let it be
TK Knoa—Gov bless him---give him three times three.

SONG.—CONCEALMENT.
Ah ! chide me not, that o'er my cheek
No tears of silent sorrow steal ;
Nor deem the ardent passion weak,
My bosom long has learnt to feel'.
No words my secret flame reveal,
No sighs the tale of love impart.
Yet looks of outward peace conceal
The sadness of a bursting heart.
Yet do not blame me,
if awhile
I wear the semblance of repose,
And woo a fleeting summer smile,
To gild the darkness of my woes :
Oh ! 'tis the lingering ray that throws
O'er the dim vale a blaze of light,
And bright in parting splendour glows
The herald of a cheerless night.

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

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