The LONDON MAGAZINE.

T. Danie.

Or, GENTLEMAN'S Monthly Intelligencer;

For SEPTEMBER, 1769.

<table><thead><tr><th></th><th></th></tr></thead><tbody><tr><td>A Letter from James Boſwell, Eſq; on the Jubilee at Stratford-upon-Avon</td><td>451</td></tr><tr><td>Account of the armed Corſican Chief at the Masquerade at Shakeſpeare's Jubilee</td><td>455</td></tr><tr><td>Songs introduced at the Jubilee</td><td>456</td></tr><tr><td>Proceedings of the Benevolent Society</td><td>457</td></tr><tr><td>Properties of Light</td><td>460</td></tr><tr><td>Description of the three Eſtates in the British Parliament, from Brooke's Fools of Quality</td><td>461</td></tr><tr><td>State of the Jefuits in Paraguay</td><td>463</td></tr><tr><td>Dr. Muſgrave's Address to the Freeholders of Devonshire, preparatory to the general Meeting at Exeter</td><td>464</td></tr><tr><td>The Chevalier D'Eon's Anſwer to Dr. Muſgrave's Letter</td><td>465</td></tr><tr><td>Reflections on the Doſtine of Preſed destination</td><td>466</td></tr><tr><td>Continuation of the Controversy concerning the Ascension-Body</td><td>467</td></tr><tr><td>King Charles I. vindicated</td><td>470</td></tr><tr><td>On Religious Impiety, from the Letters between Waller and St. Evremond</td><td>471</td></tr></tbody></table>

A fine Whole Length of JAMES BOSWELL, Eſq; in the Drieſs of an armed Corſican Chief, as he appeared at the Jubilee Mark;

Also a MAP (by KITCHEN) of the Seat of War between the RUSSIANS, POLES and TURKS.

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Description of the Jubilee.

Sept.

We also wore favours, called Shakespeare's favours. Ladies, gentlemen, even servants and peants wore them. Every human being had, or seemed to have, an idea of the classical festival. Taffe beamed a ray on the lively and the flupid, on thofe who felt it, and on thofe who felt it not. The very hop-bills upon this occasion were pieces of genius. Mr. Jackfon, from Tavistock-freet, London, gave about the following one :

SHAKESPEARE'S JUBILEE.

A ribband has been made on purpote at Coventry, called the Shakespeare Ribband : it is in imitation of the rainbow, which uniting the colours of all parties, is likewife an emblem of the great variety of his genius.

Each change of many-coloured life he drew.

JOHNSON.

I dare say Mr. Samuel Johnfon never imagined that this fine verfe of his would appear on a bill to promote the sale of ribbands. Since I have mentioned this illuſtrious author, I cannot but regret that he did not honour Shakespeare's jubilee with his preference, which would have added much dignity to our meeting. The maſquerade ball was one of the beſt that has been in Britain. There were many very rich, elegant, and curious dreffes, many beautiful women, and ſome charaſters well ſupported. All the papers have already been pretty full on this ſubject, ſo I need ſay little; only I muſt obſerve, that a maſquerade is an entertainment which does not ſeem much ſuited to the genius of the British nation. In warmer countries, where the people have a great flow of ſpirits, and a readiness at repartee, a maſquerade is exceedingly agreeable: but the reſerve and taciturnity which is obſervable amongst us, makes us appear aukward and embarrasſed in reſigned charaſters. Many of our Stratford maſks ſeemed angry when one accoſted them.—The race at the jubilee was neither better nor worse than other races; nor indeed could it be expected to be any how extraordinary, except, as an ingenious lady obſerved, we could have procured a race of Pegafuſes in honour of our poet. It was much to be regretted that bad weather prevented us from having the pageant, upon which Mr. Garrick had beſowed lo much time in

contriving, and lo much expence in furniſhing. It was to have been a proceſsion of allegorical beings, with the moſt diſtinguſhed charaſters of Shakespeare's plays, with their proper dreffes, triumphal cars, and all other kinds of machinery : but the heavy rains made it impoffible to have this exhibited, without destroying the valuable dreffes, and endangering the ſtill more valuable health of the fair performers, who might have been rendered incapable of appearing in public for a whole feafon, perhaps for life. Nature ſeem'd to frown on a jubilee in honour of the thief who had "robbed her of all she was worth." But as no coſt has been ſpared on this pageant, I hope Mr. Garrick will entertain us with it in the comfortable regions of Drury-lane.

Much noife has been made about the high price of every thing at Stratford. I own I cannot agree that ſuch cenſures are juſt: it was reaſonable that Shakespeare's townmen ſhould partake of the jubilee as well as we ſtrangers did; they as a jubilee of profit, we of pleasure. As it laſted but for a few nights, a guinea a night for a bed was not impoſition. Nobody was underſood to come there who had not plenty of money. Towards the end of the jubilee many of us were not in very good humour, as many inconveniencies occurred, particularly there not being carriages enough to take us away but in detachments, ſo that thofe who had to wait long tired exceedingly. I laughed away ſpleen by a droll ſimile: Taking the whole of this jubilee, ſaid I, is like eating an artichoke entire. We have ſome fine mouthfuls, but alſo Swallow the leaves and the hair, which are confoundedly difficult of digestion. After all, however, I am highly tatisſed with my artichoke.

To conclude as I began—I will always be of opinion that Shakespeare's jubilee at Stratford-upon-Avon is an inſtitution which does honour not only to our immortal bar, but to all who have contributed towards it; and I hope that every ſeven years it ſhall be celebrated with equal ardour of enthuſiasm as it has been in 1769.

I always am, fir,

Your very humble ſervant,

JAMES BOSWELL.

An

Dress of an armed Corſican Chief deſcribed.

mino; and before ſhe danced, threw off her maſk.

An Account of the Armed Corſican Chief at the Maſquerade, at Shakespeare's Jubilee, at Stratford-upon-Avon, September 1769.

ONE of the moſt remarkable maſks upon this occaſion was James Boſwell, Eſq.; in the drefs of an armed Corſican chief. He entered the amphitheatre about twelve o'clock. He wore a ſhort dark-coloured coat of coarſe cloth, ſcarer waitcoat and breeches, and black ſpatterdaffes; his cap or bonnet was of black cloth; on the front of it was embroidered in gold letters, VIVA LA LIBERTA; and on one ſide of it was a handſome blue feather and cockade, ſo that it had an elegant, as well as a warlike appearance. On the breaſt of his coat was ſewed a Moor's head, the creſt of Corſica, ſurrounded with branches of laurel. He had alſo a cartridge pouch, into which was ſuck a ſfiletto, and on his left ſide a píſtol was hung upon the beſt of his cartridge pouch. He had a ſuſee ſlung acroſs his ſhouſder, wore no powder in his hair, but had it plaſted at its full length, with a knot of blue ribbands at the end of it. He had, by way of ſtaſ, a very curious vine all of one piece, with a bird finely carved upon it, emblematical of the ſweet bard of Avon. He wore no maſk; ſaying, that it was not proper for a gallant Corſican. So ſoon as he came into the room he drew univerſal attention. The novelty of the Corſican drefs, its becoming appearance, and the character of that brave nation, concurred to diſtinguſh the armed Corſican chief. He was firſt accoſted by Mrs. Garrick, with whom he had a good deal of converſation. There was an admirable dialogue between Lord Groſvenor, in the character of a Turk, and the Corſican, on the different conſtitutions of their countries, ſo oppoſite to each other—deſpotiſm and liberty—and Captain Thomſon, of the navy, in the character of an honeſt tar, kept it up very well; he expreſſed a ſtrong inclination to stand by the brave iſlanders. Mr. Boſwell danced both a minuet and country dance with a very pretty Iſriſh lady, Mrs. Sheldon, wife to Captain Sheldon of the 38th regiment of foot (Lord Blaney's): ſhe was dreffed in a genteel do-

Mr. Boſwell having come to the jubilee to contribute his ſhare towards what he called a classical inſtitution in honour of Shakespeare, being alſo deſirous of paying a compliment to Mr. Garrick, with whom he has always been on a moſt agreeable footing, and never unmindful of the cauſe which he has eſpouſed, he wrote the following verſes, which it is thought are well ſuited to the occaſion, while they at the fame time preferve the true Corſican character.

From the rude banks of Golo's rapid flood,
Alas! too deeply ting'd with partriot blood;

O'er which, dejeſted, injured Freedom bends,
And ſighs indignant o'er all Europe ſends:
Behold a Corſican!—In better days,
Eager I fought my country's fame to raſe;
When o'er our camp PAOLI's banners wav'd,
And all the threats of hoſtile France we brav'd,
'Till unaſſiſted, a ſtill nation fail'd;
And our invaders tenfold force prevail'd.

Now when I'm exil'd from my native land,
I come to join this caſſick ſeſtal band,
To foot my foul on Avon's ſacred ſtream,
And from your joy, to catch a cheering gleam,
To celebrate great SHAKESPEARE's won-
d'rous fame,

And add new trophies to the honour'd name
Of Nature's bard, whom tho' your country bore,

His influence spreads to ev'ry diſtant ſhore;
Wherever genuine feeling ſouls are found,
His "Wood-notes wild," with extaſy refound,
Had SHAKESPEARE liv'd our ſory to ra-
late,

And hold his torch o'er our unhappy ſate;
Liv'd with majefick energy to tell
How long we fought, what heroes nobly ſell!
Had GARRICK, who Dame Nature's pencil
ſtole, [when his foul
Juſt where Old SHAKESPEARE dropt it,
Broke from its earthy cage aloft to fly,
To the eternal world of harmony—
Had GARRICK ſhewn us on the tragick ſcene,
With Fame embalm'd our deeds of death had
been;

If from his eyes had ſlashed the Corſick fire,
Men leſed had gaz'd to pity—than admire,
O happy Britons! on whose favour'd iſle,
Propitious FREEDOM ever deſigns to ſmile,
Whole fame is waſted on triumphant gales,
Where thunders war, or commerce spreads her fails.

I come not hither faſly to complain,
Or damp your mirth with melancholy ſtrain;
In man's firm breaſt conceal'd the grief
should lye, [the leſe iſ;
Which melts with grace in woman's gen-
But

Feminis lugere honefus eſt. Viris meminſſe.

TAGITUS.

456

## Songs, &c. performed at the Jubilee.

Sept.

But let me plead for LIBERTY diftrest,
And waim for her each sympathetick breast:
Amidst the splendid honours which you bear,
To fave a fifter illand! be your care;
With generous ardour make us alio free;
And give to CORSICA, a noble JUBILEE!

To give our readers a clearer idea
of the ſongs alluded to by Mr. Bofwell
in the foregoing letter, we have here
introduced them for the entertain-
ment of the public.

### THE MORNING ADDRESS.

*To the Ladies.*

LET beauty with the fun arife,
To Shakeſpeare tribute pay,
With heavenly ſmiles and ſpeaking eyes,
Give grace and luſtre to the day.

Each ſmile ſhe gives protects his name,
What face ſhall dare to frown?

Not Envy's ſelf can bafe the fame,
Which beauty deigns to crown.

### WARWICKSHIRE.

#### A SONG. By Mr. G.—

I.

YE Warwickſhire lads, and ye laſſes,
See what at our jubilee paffes,
Come revel away, rejoice and be glad,
For the lad of all lads, was a Warwickſhire lad,
Warwickſhire lad,
All be glad,

For the lad of all lads, was a Warwickſhire lad.

II.

Be proud of the charms of your county,
Where Nature has lavifh'd her bounty,
Where much ſhe has giv'n, and fome to be
ſpar'd,
[bard,
For the bard of all bards, was a Warwickſhire
Warwickſhire bard,

Never pair'd,
[bard.
For the bard of all bards, was a Warwickſhire

III.

Each ſhire has its different pleafures,
Each ſhire has its different treaſures;
But to rare Warwickſhire, all muſt ſubmit,
For the wit of all wits, was a Warwickſhire wit,
Warwickſhire wit,
How he writ!

For the wit of all wits, was a Warwickſhire wit.
IV.

Old Ben, Thomas Otway, John Dryden,
And half a ſcore more we take pride in,
Of famous Will Congreve, we boast too the
ſkill,
[Will,
But the Will of all Wills, was Warwickſhire
Warwickſhire Will,

Matchleſs ſkill,
[Will.
For the Will of all Wills, was a Warwickſhire
V.

Our Shakespeare compar'd is to no man,
Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman,

Their ſwans are all geſe, to the Avon's
sweet ſwan,
[man,
And the man of all men, was a Warwickſhire
Warwickſhire man,
Avon's ſwan,
[man.
And the man of all men, was a Warwickſhire
VI.

As ven'ſon is very inviting,
To real it our bard took delight in,
To make his friends merr'y he never was lag,
And the wag of all wags, was a Warwickſhire
Warwickſhire wag,
[stag
Ever brag,
[stag
For the wag of all wags, was a Warwickſhire
VII.

There never was ſeen ſuch a creature,
Of all ſhe was worth, he robb'd nature;
He took all her ſmiles, and he took all her
grief,
[ſhre thief,
And thief of all thieves, was a Warwick-
Warwickſhire thief,
He's the chief,
For the thief of all thieves, was a Warwick-
ſhire thief.

### SWEET * WILLY O.

#### A SONG. By Mr. G.—

I.

THE pride of all nature was sweet Willy O,
The first of all ſwains,
He gladden'd the plains,
None ever was like to sweet Willy O.

II.
He ſung it ſo rarely did sweet Willy O,
He melted each maid,
So ſkilful he play'd,

No ſhepheard'e'erpip'd like the sweet Willy O.

III.
All Nature obey'd him, this sweet Willy O,
Wherever he came,
Whate'er had a name,

Whenever he ſung follow'd sweet Willy O.

IV.
He wou'd be a † ſoldier, this sweet Willy O,
When arm'd in the field,
With ſword and with ſhield,
The laurel was won by the sweet Willy O.

V.
He charm'd 'em when living, the sweet Wil-
ly O,

And when Willy dy'd,
'Twas Nature that ſigh'd,
To part with her all in her sweet Willy O.

*To the IMMORTAL MEMORY of SHAKESPEARE.*

IMMORTAL be his name,
His memory, his fame!
Nature and her works we see,
Marchleſs Shakespeare, full in thee!
Join'd by everlaſting eyes,
Shakeſpeare but with Nature dies.

Immortal be his name,
His memory, his fame!

* Shakeſpeare.

† Writer of Tragedy.

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