The Sun.
London, England, 1810-02-06 00:00:00

PRIMA •
..ra THE NEW COMEDY OF RICHES; on, WIFE AND
• BROTHER.

• Spoken by Mr. Etas.
°Mid the wide pains of Imperial Rome,
The cracUe once of Genius, now the tomb,
If chance a scuiptur'd fragment should disclose;
Some love or Phiebus without arms Or'nose,
With emulation rival Artists strive
Its shape and jusot proportions to revive,
'Till, when restor'd its symmetry and grace,
With added beauties both of Torun and face,
In the completed mass the 'Critic sees,
The hand of Phidias or Piaxiteles.
So 'mid our British stoles, negletted lie
Dramas, which might the touch of arm: defy.
But that the taint of% licentious age
Forbids than to diseitace our Purer Stake.
Oiti ancestors through fit-eking offs could 'Sit,
Mistaking gross indeeency for wit,
Arid even females, 'neath a vizor's shade,
'Finn/011y the shameless Stage survey'd.
More pure the inatinets now, more chaste the treat
At which the Muse invites you now to meet;
Whethet• at tollY or at vice she fly,
This iraiseli her's, she flies with decency.
High 'lnongst the bards, once better known to fame,
Still Stands ieeorded Massinger's proud name;
Who close to Shakespeare's matchless genius sorted,
Who, next to lonson, • front true learning's hoard
With skilful balk! his rich materials drew,
To manners faithful and to nature true;
But who with grossness so debas'd his verse,
What he dar'd write we dare not now rehearse.
Still', since replete 12..; lines with vig'rous thought,
Since glows the tire from inspiration caught, •
Let us, on his behalf, your tavodr pray,
While from oblivion's gulph we snatch this play.
Cleaz'd from the dross which its pure ore clebas'd,
The fault of fashion, or the lapse of taste,
Its rank groivtli prun'd with no unsparing hand,
Its morals mended, and its scenes lie plann'd

It trusts to you its renovated cause,
And waits your Verditt—:.censure or applause.

EPILOGUE.
Spoken-by Mrs. EDWIN.

cfrny folly as a scolding wile,
Sir 101-IN at List shad lead a (inlet 111 e.
Ye henpeck'd husbands, all, l gieatiy fear,
That Many of that gentle class are here--
Attend awhile. A wife refurited shall school ye,
And sliew why wives rebel---how woolen rule ye.
When first in awful blandishments array'd,
You court with smiles and pray'rs unguarded maid ;
How full of wit each word, of charms and feature,
She's angel, goddess, then - celestial creature.
While she, poor silly maid, rakes all fortooth ;
What female heart can doubt such charming truth ?
The wedding o'er, how soon these lii&;h notes tall,
This angel proves niere woman after all ! •
The great discovery made, how chang'd the tone,
The husband cold, the wife indifferent grown ;
•'Stead of my dear, my love, my treasured prize,
" Dainnie, my dear," and " Zounds, my love," he cries.
While she, soon glow.
Replies, resents, and C11(.6 a cOwtiright
Now comes her triumph, for you'll all allow,
When women chuse to rule, they well kltow how ;
For Where's the man, who dares, or old or young,
To take the held against a woman's tongue ?
Yonder'! see a Lady, by the bye,
—She with sharp nose and little scolding eye;
Arid—or ltis looks have very much belied her,
Her Caro Spare there sits close besideher ;
—That round fat Gentleman, who looks so blue,
You needn't 1,41 ...-e_your face, I don't mean you.
Now, as I take it, this harmonious pair
Can prove what man and wile in quarrel are. •
Married for like, In youth's impetuous hour, •
They dream of endless love in Hymen's bower ;
But long before the honeymoon was o'er,
A quarrel rose, which lasted—evermore.
" My love," said he, one evening, " I &Pal chuse,
" That you should wear, my dearest, so much touge."
" Net rouge," cried she, in agony ! " I vow,
" My love, indeed, that's quite provoking now."
Tears 'gen to tall, and with her rouge to mingle,
" You ne'erfound fault with rouge when l was shlgle.."
" Zounds, Ma'am, you prate !" " wou'd I had Longer
tarried !"
" S'death, Ma'am, you heverroug'dbefore we married."
In short, ye men, before. ye wed, beware
(it everlasting truth to vow and swear;
But married, fan with care the nuptial flame,
Nor think that bear and husband-are the same,
Win us by love—if that won't do alone,
Die like Sir tonN, and then the day's your own.
Ladies, a word to you, and then I've done,
- A word to tell you what you ought to shun;
Shun contradiction—worst of all disasters; •
You should be mistresses, but not be masters.
Woman by love and gentleness bewitches,
She never sure was meant to wear the breeches: •
• Win lay affection, by persuasion Tie,
Thus gain your end ; and so 1 shut up school.

CIIORAL FUND.—The Annual Concert, f9r the
benefit of this excellent Institution, took place
last night at. the Haymarket Theatre, and we were
glad to see it. so liberally patronised by the Public;
as the house was crowded in all parts. The se-.
lection and performance were admirable. - HARRI,
SON, BARTLEMAN, MiSS HAWXINS, and. Mixt!
PAtixa, essentially contributed to the generalenter,
tainment. Miss PARKE, illi.partivulpr, with hor
custonied good-riatorp, volunteered- an 441001
song for Mrs. Amu; who, from indisposiOors4N4ras
unable to attend. The person who' made the. apb-
la .gy for the latter excited no slight degree-otmerrt-'
mew, by informing thq,aedieuoe that she had
turned to town on Saturday indispOsed,_ and hid
ever since been #ed-riciden.

MAILS.
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