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As there is but one Copy of these truly valuable Notes, preserved in the Cotton Library, it is in vain to hope that this Hiatus valde Deflendus can ever be restored. For

-Quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis, Nec potuit ferrum, nec edax abolere Vetustas, « Heu! morsu tineæ potuere, et ridiculus mus.'

What nor offended Fove's avenging Ire,

Nor Gothic Arms, nor spreading Fire,
Nor Time's devouring Tooth could e'er annoy,

With envious Bite the lurking Moth,
The little Moufe could secretly destroy,
Than Time, or Jove more fell, or Fire, or Savage



I N S P E C T O R.



The Man, that hath no Music in bis Soul,
Nor is not mov'd with Concord of sweet Sounds,
Is fit for Treasons, Stratagems, and Spails.
Let no such Man be trusted. --



FTER I had chatted away an Hour or so

over a Dish of Coffee and Criticism at the Bedford, I went off in a Coranto, whipped into my Chariot, and drove away to the Concert in DeanStreet. When I had run over every pretty Face in that Assembly worth looking at, I directed my Coachman to go to the Theatre. I entered the right Hand Stage-box; a general Whisper went round the House: every Eye was fixed on my Person, though Barry was in one of the most tender and pathetic Parts of Othello. Presently after, the Music ftruck up: the Men of Fashion in the Boxes leered towards me with a Smile of Approbation: the pretty dear Creatures Auttered their Fans at me: the City Gallants of the first Gallery perused me with a Stare of Astonishment: and the Peasant Inhabitants among the Gods looked as if they were asking one another, which is He?In the mean Time, the shrill Cry of Oranges and


Nonpareils, and the hoarse Coughings of phthisicky old Women, joined with the Puphony of the Orchestra, made up an out-of-the way, comical Sort of Concert.

I never go to any Entertainment without a Design of benefiting my Readers by it. The different Modulations of the Instruments, which I had heard before at Ogle's, and which now filled up the Intermission of the Play, made me reflect on the near Affinity between the Actors and the Music, and gave me the Hint of drawing a new Parallel between them. The Play began anew : others were observing the expreflive Action of the Performers, and impatiently waiting the Catastrophe of the Piece: I was only attentive to their different Tones of Voice, and comparing them with the Sounds I had just heard from the Wind and String Instruments.

Mr. Garrick, (for I carried my Reflection equally to both Houses,) I considered as a double-keyed Harpsichord struck by the nice Finger of an Handel; now raising us to the alarming Bals of Terror, now finking us down to the melting Treble of Pity : Sometimes fixing our serious Thoughts to a slow Tragical perseroso, at other Times tickling our enlivened Faculties to a brisk Comedy andante, or a light farcical Jig. All the Powers of Harmony are included, and the whole Energy of Composition exerted, in this various and delightful Instrument.

I mean not to derogate from the Merits of Mr. Barry by the Similitude, when I liken him to the Italian Violin ; which, if it cannot take in the whole Compass and Contrariety of Notes (expressive of every Passion) that the Harpfichord is equal to, yet it draws out such a Sweetness of Tone, such a calm Melody of Sound, that the correct Ear discovers exquisite Force in its Simplicity. Sometimes too it fhakes the Soul with its:Rapidity, and the sympathizing Senses are enraptured with the Graces capable


to be expreffed on it by the masterly Execution of a Giardini.

Mr. Mollop, though a very promising Actor, does not as yet aspire to the Expression of Mr. Garrick, whom I compared to the Harpsichord, or the Delicacy of Mr. Barry, whom I confidered as a Violin. I shall therefore place him on the Stage nearly in the fame Rank that the Violincello holds in the Orchestra. His Elocution to the vulgar Part of the Audience may found harsh and fomewhat grating: but there is a noble Dignity in it; and, like the Instrument just mentioned, at the fame Time it is Strong, Loud, and Full, is Delectable, Just, and Melodious.

I may be censured perhaps for saying, that the Hautboy is no bad Resemblance of Mr. Ross; neither remarkable for its Sweetness or Variety, and rather pleasing than surprising, more useful in a Concerto, when accompanied with better-toned Inftruments, than it is efficacious when playing a Solo.

And here Mr. Quin among the Rest must not be forgotten, as we have so often heretofore admired bim, when he smote the General Ear, and thook Pit, Box, and Gallery, with his Thunder. But I know not whether we may better trace him in the rough Rumbling of the Bassoon, the loud Roaring of the Kettle-Drum, the full Cadence of the Horn, or the deep and strong Unison of the DoubleBass.

Mrs. Gibber's soft eafy Pipe aptly enough brought my

Remembrance the Mellownefs of a German Flute, when inspired by the almost speaking Breath of a Burk Thumoth. The Plaintiveness of her Accents are expressive of the liquid Melody peculiar to this Instrument, whose Sounds are adapted to the Languishings of Love, and melt us with extatic Mildness: --not but that sometimes they are raised to a higher Pitch, and startle us with the wild Fury of extravagant Despair. I could with indeed Mrs, Cibber's



Stops were regulated with the Judgment of a Pritchard, that we might not be so often tired with a constant and unaltered Monotony.

But oh! the Miss Bellamy, -the fine, the charming, the every-thing Miss Bellamy, -she, whom I affirm to be the best Actress, and the handsomest Woman in the World,-she, in whom all the Combination of harmonious Utterance are united; when. ever the rich Music of her Tongue sweetens the Air, (as Romeo calls it,)-O what single Instrument can come up to her Expression !-I should do her Injustice even to compare her with the new-invented Lyrichard of Plenius; where the Softness of the Flagellet, the Mellowness of the Flute, and the Fullness of the Hautboy, are, by the Vibrations of the several Chords artfully disposed, all of them curiously blended together. - Miss Bellamy, in my Opinion, is an Organ playing with a vast Variety of Stops, and makes in herself a complete Concert.

In the Theatres there are several meaner-sounding Instruments, neither commanding for their Grace, nor affecting for their Energy -- yet they serve well enough to fill up the Band ; and if inelegant, or of diffonant Mood, they pass off, as without particular Distinction, so without particular Diflike; while their unmeaning ill-timed Discordancy is happily loft and drowned in the general Harmony.

*** This is designed as a Companion to my former (before never heard of) Parallel between Painting and Playing.

I know not what to think of the following: I

found it in my Pocket Yesterday : Nor can I guess how it came thither: 'Twas after my Return from seeing the curious Creature, in


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