work-power to affect the passions. This criticism shows, to the full extent, how men were impassioned, at that time, by their political sentiments. They brought their passions with them to the play house fired on the subject of the play; and all the poet had to do was to extend the flame.

It is a charge against this drama, that the love scenes are all insipid; but it should be considered, that neither Cato, nor his family, with strict propriety, could love any thing but their country.As this is a love, which women feel in a much less degree than men, and, as bondage, not liberty, is woman's wish, "Cato," with all his patriotism, must ever be a dull entertainment to the female sex; and men of course receive but little pleasure from elegant amusements, of which women do not partake.

The language and sentiments contained here are worthy of the great Addison and the great Cato; and if, as it is objected, the characters are too elevated to be natural, yet, they accord with that idea of nature, which imagination conceives of such remarkable personages.

The author of "Cato" had planned other trage dies and celebrated works, which the subsequent part of his days did not give him leisure to execute; for, on the death of Queen Anne, the Lords Justices made him their Secretary:- he was soon after appointed principal Secretary of State; these, and other public employments, prevented his completing farther literary designs. Or, it may be thought, that the loss of his domestic tranquillity, at this time, by his marriage with the Countess Dowager of Warwick, might possibly impede every future attempt for the favour of the muses, to whom this, his wife, had not the slightest affinity. It is supposed, she embittered, by arrogance and discontent, the remainder of this good man's life, which terminated on the 17th of June, 1719, in the 47th year of his age. He died at Holland House, near Kensington, and left an only child, a daughter, by the Countess.

Lady Warwick had also a son by her former husband, a very fine, spirited, and accomplished youth, for whose welfare the dying Addison showed peculiar concern, for in the extremity of his disorder, having dismissed his physicians, and with them all hopes of recovery, he desired that the young Lord Warwick might be called to his bed-side. He came but life was now fast departing from his revered father-inlaw, and he uttered not a word. After an afflicting pause, the young man said, " Dear sir, you sent for me; I believe, and I hope, that you have some commands: I shall hold them most sacred." Grasping his hand, Addison softly replied, "I sent for you that you might see in what peace a Christian can die." He spoke with difficulty, and instantly expired.

It is to this circumstance Mr Tickell refers in his lines on Addison's death, where he has this passage:

" He taught us how to live; and, oh! too high A price for knowledge, taught us how to die."

CATO.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE 1.

A Hall.

Enter PORTIUS and MarcUS.

Por. The dawn is overcast, the morning low'rs, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already Cæsar Has ravaged more than half the globe, and sees Mankind grown thin by his destructive sword : Should he go farther, numbers would be wanting To form new battles, and support his crimes. Ye gods, what havoc does ambition make Among your works!

Marc. Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy; I'm tortured, e'en to madness, when I think On the proud victor-ev'ry time he's named