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such I hope and trust that this Work will, when produced before an Audience, receive that patronage that is so highly gratifỹing to an Author, which encourages them and gives them a spirit to write more. -If this deserves approbation, I hope that you will early as possible bring it forth and try it to see if it will be upheld or condemned.

The terms on which I stand are of a reasonable nature, namely, what is usual for an Author to have in such Cases. I speak candidly that I feel reluctant to give it for nothing, which I cannot do without receiving a Compensation for this arduous task. You must be aware that a Work of such a Nature is not composed without taking up a good deal of Time and likewise Study, and I think I address you in Terms that are truly honorable and fair. -You as a Gentleman that is highly Esteemed for your great Talents induces me to submit this Work for your inspection, thinking within myself that as a Gentleman you will act with honor and uprightness. I send you a fair Copy, which when inspected by you I beg that you will return me an Answer as early as possible, and if it meets your Approbation so that you produce it on the Stage, you will oblige me by giving your Terms. The Prologue and Epilogue are not composed yet. l'Remain, Sir,

Your most obt. and Humble Servt.

R. S

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One more specimen of this class, and we will look about for something different; though any thing more curious than these are in their way, we despair of finding. The drama of a youth who expresses himself after the following fashion, must have been a rarity in its kind. That it was a unique, is not improbable ; but that it preserved the unities, the style of its author affords good reason to doubt.

To Mr. Smith, New Surrey Theatre. Sir, -While submitting my work to the ordeal of your criticism, permit me boldly, Sir, to hope that you will not pass over this as unworthy of attention, as one whose cause is on the dawn of infancy. Young, though not a stranger to those obstacles which Patronage may plant in my course-yet

fearless of them all. Though not decked with the laurelled wreath of high-born Patronage-though obscured from its resplendent beam-yet alike undaunted -I press not my Essay for unmerited approbation, por for rain Aattery. Though this in a youth may look presumptuous, yet believe ine, Sir, the plainest word is the best. Ever confident that you are too generous and too just for to weigh my youth as ought against me in the scale of your opinion --and if possessed of true generosity you surely will not deny my M$. that due attention which it may perchance merit.

I remain yours, Sir,

V. W. P. S. As soon as circuinstances will adınit an answer will oblige. The following letter is, perhaps, the most extraordinary that we have yet had occasion to present to the reader. It is from a servant who has robbed her mistress, and who, fancying herself at the point of death, is conscience-stricken, and would fain make her peace with Heaven by a well-timed confession on earth. Let the reader observe the “horrible imaginings" that haunt her-the “religious musings" that are mixed up with them -and above all, the cunning way in which she provides for the best as well as the worst, by declining to sign her name, lest she should lay herself open to the law in case of her recovering!

With respect,

Let us

Honored Madam, -I thout larst night I was going hout ov the warld, and then I felt that I culd not di in Pease hif my conscunce was trubblet these fritfool looks lade huppon mi mind loike a lode ov led—and so I preyed to God omitee to spear mi sinfool soale ontill soach tim too day.—1 gol hup a litel beter and crawled to yowre hows, when Mister Richard got me the dirikshun-has i hope for a redeemin hart ov grase to pooryfye the soales of soache sinfool wreatches loike me, I ave now givun hup all as his left ov what I ronged you on.—1 ope now I mai bee let di in quiete and not bee torminted a nites with develish grines and oulings ov blak sperritus conshunsif yow moy deer missus wold pray for furgismuss apon all as I tuke and pleged, I think it mite be ov sarvis to me at godgmint da.—So no moor for the presunt frum yow no hoo as lived withe yow when you was at Britun,

A repintfool sennur. We may venture to guess that, in all the four tragedies referred to in the letters which precede the above, there is nothing so well calculated as this to effect the alleged purpose of tragedy-namely, “to instruct the human mind through the medium of terror and pity.” All the blood, the bell-tolling, and the black cloth of George Barnwell are nothing, to the “frightful looks,” and “the devilish grins and howlings,” which haunt the dreams of this “ repentful sinner." forget her remorse, in more light and ludicrous matter.

The following is in reply to an advertisement from a lady requiring “board and lodging." The writer evidently understands something of the female character, and knows that widow ladies are not always to be taken an pied de la lettre. Dear Madam.-Seeing an advertisement in 'Trewman's paper,

that

you was in want of board and lodgings, should have no objections to taking you as a boarder and lodger if we can come to proper terms. I am a widower with a family, one daughter twenty-one years of age-myself about fortyfive years of age-strong and healthy as any man. My residence is in the town of Tiverton, in a comfortable house, &c. with a good business and a comfortable house in the country if I choose to live in it—with about £180 a year landed property. Should this meet your approbation I should like to have an interview with you—then we can explain matters more fully.

I am, Dear Madam,

Your most humble servant, Tiverton, 1822.

A. B. At this stage of our search we again find ourselves among numerous applications to bard-hearted managers, from youthful aspirants after dramatic fame. We cannot do better than extract one or two, in addition to those we have already given of a similar nature.—The young person who indites the following seems to rest his claims to attention on " the advantage of his want of experience;" and offers, as a specimen of his powers as an actor, “the draught scean in Julet."--This is something like another applicant whose letter is lying before us, bụt is rather too long for insertion. He says, “ as a description of my per. son may be necessary, I will say nothing in praise of myself farther than that I am twenty-four years of age, six feet high, and weighing from one hundred and sirty to seventy pounds."

To Mr. Trotter, Theatre Royal, Worthing. Sir-If you are in want of a Theatrical servant, and would take a beginner, and you find him stage-worthy, which I offer myself up to, free of any engage: ment, you will, I trust Şir, find me a most desirous member of the stage, to get into the public voice. This pursute I wish for very much, and therfor

I am,

would enter into an engagement that would allow my employer the advantage of my want of exsperance, although I Aatter myself (I possess) the inaterals of theatrecal perfornients in its principal parts. I am very confidant that my present situation of life is much against my views, but the beautys of Nature are not known untill they are shown. Therfor. for urial sake I ask it as a favor of you to give me an oppertunity to present myself to your servis, and notice. ' Allow me to say, if you will make your appointment, you will find me faithfull to my engagement, and shall trust to futer events to subscribe myself

Your very humble Servant,

J. T. P. S. If you will allow me to ask the opportunity of seeing you as soon as an opportunity offers, as I wish to offer myself, if it would be of any use or novelty to you, the part of Julet in the draught scean, and Richard in the Dream-which will correspond in following each other, any night that you please to name. Worthing, Sussex,

Aug. 21, 1816. The following is " from the same to the same,”—written a few weeks before.

Sir. I offer inyself to your servis and notice, seeking to get into the Ele. ments of my soul's desire, which is to become a theatrecal member, and one in the public voice, and to obtain that organ will best prove the servis I render to myself and to them that I may have the honour to serve. And as, Sir, my pretentions are not beyond a beginer, acknowledging myself ubacquainted with the theatre or any of its members, yet I fatter myself I have the stamp, &c. for the stage, and as such, Sir, you will find if you should be in want of a Don Felix, or any thing that you shall think best.

Your very humble servant,

J. T. P.S. The present situation of life that I move in, makes me dought of success—but I will trust to fortune and your good opinion, as but few things pass without a polish.

One more only, in connexion with theatrical matters, and then we inust finally take leave of them for “metal,” if not more attractive, at least more refined.

We shall entertain a less high opinion than we have hitherto been accustomed to do, of the taste and judgment of that class of readers for whom it is our lot to cater, if they turn away with contempt from the following effusion, as trifling or vulgar. Many a farce, not to say a comedy, has owed much of its success to less natural incident, less naturally and simply told. Mr. ---, to whom the following is addressed, has evidently been what the writer of the letter would call "a gay deceiver ;” and we are sadly afraid that, like all such, lie was ashamed to keep a promise, being a great man in London, which was made when he was but a little man in the country.

Dear Sir.-I wright to ask you whether you intend to preform your promeece cunscurning my going to see opry—if you do, pray let me know as soon as posible you can-if i am to go i will weight againest the opry door til i see you. pray excuse my boldenes, but if you remember you sade'i should go if ever i cain to London--so now preform your promes-if you can i should like it very much as i shall be blidge to leave London soon-pray let me know whether i can or not-ifi can not i must stop away—but i should like very much tu go-so no more from me at present.-i'ain your very humble

Servant,

E. M.

i am weighting againest the oppry door for your answer-pray be quick for i am in a hurry-pray wright your answer, for i shall be ashamed to see you after sutch boldeness.

We shall now close our extracts for this month, with perhaps the most accomplished instance on record of foreign English. But this is far from being the only merit of the following epistle. Surely the writer must have been the most romantic of clerks; aud moreover infinitely unacquainted with the nature of an Englishman, to suppose that he would do all that is required in this epistle, for an utter stranger, never before heard of, and living a thousand miles off. We shall for once depart from our plan of omitting names,* as, in this instance, it can do no harm, and may by possibility assist in this romantic search after a lost father-if he still remains such.

Mr. John Bell, London.

Trieste, (in Germany), 10th March, 1815. Sir, I take myself the freedom to write you this present Letter, which shall only serve as to beg you, my dear Sir, a great favor, and this is ; It is abbout

past

Tene Years that I have not received any news of my Father, Mr. Gasparo Anth. Jordan, who is, I bellieve, still in London for the Course of Tweenty and more Years, I find me in a great ansiety, and continue perplessity, to donn't known if this my Father is a live, or not, or perhaps thead; I am for this reason so free to advance and disturbe you with this few linens, with the Kindness prayer to enquire by some Brokers of the Exchange, or eltsewere of him, and otherwise to leted putting in Printing in the News Paper as a Note, if any Person know if this Subject is here at London, and possitively his Living place, Number of the House and by hum he is to be found; Assured you my dear Sir, that for this favor I shall never pay, and I find it no words to express you my anticipate gratitude for this uinan kindness, which I do nothing doubt you shall do for me.

All and every Expenses that you may do for this infornation, I beg to send me word with Account, anthen I shall ready send you the amount of the valuing with one short Bill of Exchange payable oppon a good House or Bankers of this Citty, that you shall encashed and supplied.

If you will be so good allso by this occasion to do me the favor, and send me only one part of the Printing News Paper withe the expression of said my father of this requiring, and this doo by way of Post, and pray to Debit my account for the Postage, for this as allsó for any others that you may send me. This

part is only to inform you, that I am a Clerck of one Tradingshouse o. Trieste, and hoppe you shall be kind enough to writing me some linen and excuse me for taking this liberty.

Ready I allso at any yours Command in this our part, and in wanting of one yours agreable answer as soon as you can, I remain' with regard Sir, Your most humble Servant

John JORDAN.

A gentleman, to whom one of the letters printed in a previous number was addressed, has received a remonstrative epistle (which he has, no doubt, added to bis collection of “ characteristic" ones, and which we were of two minds whether we should not add to ours) insisting, in not the most delicate terms, on the “indelicacy" of publishing “real” letters. If they had been fictitious ones he would not have minded. But he does not seem to be aware that the kind of“ indelicacy,” to which he alludes, can only exist in connexion with a name. If we had avowedly invented the letters, he would not have seen any “indelicacy" in such a proceeding. And yet, so far as regards any real person, they might have been invented; for we have not, with the above exception, made any one, living or dead, answerable for a single word coutainel in thein.

P. S. I pray to write me without put at the Letter any address, as only my name-then I am very well know in our Post office, and the Letters come me surly in the hand. Excuse the difective Stille in this lenguage in which I am a Beginer.

JOur selections have bitherto been confined to the effusions of “ illustrious obscure," and have rested their claims to attention almost entirely on their intrinsic merits. In our next number, we shall probably treat the reader with a few specimens from pens which could not pass over paper without giving a value to it, provided they did but subscribe, at the foot of it, the name of the hand that guided them.

He was

THE CRUSADER'S RETURN.
“ Alas! the mother that him bare,

If she had been in presence there,
In his wan cheeks and sunburnt hair,

She had not known her child !"-MARMION.
Rest, pilgrim, rest!' thou'rt from the Syrian Land,
Thou 'rt from the wild and wondrous East, I know
By the long-wither'd palın-branch in thy hand,
And by the darkness of thy sunburnt brow.
Alas! the bright, the beautiful, who part,
So full of hope, for that far country's bourne!
Alas! the weary and the sunk in heart,
And dimm'd in aspect, who like thee return!
Thou 'rt faint-stay, rest thee from thy toils at last,
Through the high chesnuts lightly plays the breeze,
The stars gleam out, the Ave hour is past,
The sailor's hymn hath died along the seas.
Thou 'rt faint and worn-hear'st thou the fountain, welling
Midst the grey pillars of yon ruin'd shrine ?
Seest thou the dewy grapes before thee swelling?
--He that hath left me train'd that loaded vine !

child when thus the bower he wove,
(Oh! hath a day fled since his childhood's time?)
That I might sii and hear the sound I love,
Beneath its shade—the convent's vesper-chime.
And sit thou there!—for he was gentle ever ;
With his glad voice he would have welcomed thee,
And brought fresh fruits to cool thy parch'd lip's fever-
- There, in his place thou ’rt resting-Where is he?
If I could hear that laughing voice again,
But once again !-how oft it wanders by,
In the still hours, like some remember'd strain,
Troubling the heart with its wild melody!
Thou hast seen much, tired pilgrim! hast thou seen
In that far land, the chosen land of yore,
A youth—my Guido-with the fiery mien,
And the dark eye of this Italian shore?
The dark, clear, lightning eye !-on heaven and earth
It smiled -as if man were not dust-it smiled!
The very air seem'd kindling with his mirth,
And l-iny heart grew young

before my child!
My blessed child !-1 had but him-yet lie
Fill'd all my home ev’n with o'erflowing joy,
Sweet laughter, and wild song, and footstep free-
-Where is he now ?-my pride, my Aower, my boy!

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