Mr. Kemble never fails to delineate the tranfitions of the foul with fidelity; and, if he does not always move our fympathy, it is becaufe his tones do not execute his intentions, Mr. Palmer delivered the exalted fentiments of Titus with a manly and dignified fimplicity, from which he never once departed; and Mrs. Powell never failed but when the ftrove to do too much. In the Epi The following were the characters of the play: Ticus, and elegance.-Having reforted to the Italian school for his fubject, he has caught the fioramenti of their manner; and we have rather to accufe him of tameness than of exaltation in his dialogue. It is not, however, always devoid of paffion. There are paffages which are animated by quick and powerful emotions. But the foul is not kept long upon the wheel: the intereft is fo broken and divided, that the im-logue fhe was hurried and unmeanpreffion melts away; and we finding.If it had any meaning, it flew the fingle incident too feeble to atto the gods. tach the heart, and carry on the agitated affections to the catastrophe. It is rather to be regarded, then, as a pretty poem, well constructed in its defign, and artfully interfperfed with fhining corufcations of paffion, than as a great and powerful tragedy, where the emotions, once roufed, are not fuffered to refume their calm, until they are conducted by the magical illufion of the bard to an affecting and a moral end. It will, therefore, be a work rather defirable in the closet than on the ftage; fince the charms of the poetry can receive little foreign aid from the performance; and there are delicacies of language that will be doubly felt when intimately known. In the performance of Mrs. Siddons we may be faftidions, but we confidered her delivery of the lofty falutation of Cornelia, when the thought her the bride of Titus, as worth all the reft of the character. In this ftyle, Mr. Siddons, we will prefume to fay, never had her equal on any stage; and if in the more vehement pillions of the foul fhe is Jefs affecting, it is only because he is lefs intelligible, it is only because the fulness of her emotion chokes the utterance of her words, and the ftrong emphasis on one part of a fentence is too exhaufting to enable her to articulate clearly the whole. But the dignity of her declamation is beyond the power of defcription in beauty. 7 Sextus, Amius, Lentulus, A Greek Slave, Mr Palmer: Mrs. Powell SOLUTION of the ENIGMATICAL TIOLET. 2. Myrtle. 3. 13 CANSICUS. SOLUTION of the ENIGMATICAL 9. 14. Jay. E. A. ENIGMATICAL LIST of ROYAL ACADEMICIANS of LONDON. Tree, changing a letter. 2. Fialf of ftrive-threefourths of an allegation, and a confonant. 3. A man's Christian name. 4.A cardinal point. 5. Three-fevenths of fentiment, and a vowet. Five fixths of a foreign coun a vowel, and a confonant. 6. A name given a female bird,— and a grain, omitting a letter. 7. Two-thirds of a bird,-two 6. Half of a fea-weed, three-fifths of compaffion,-and a ferpenfifths of fill, and a human creature. 7. A cardinal point, and the whale. . Half of a plant, and threefiths of overlook. 9. Seven-eighths of fprout,-and half of the rainbow, 10. Five-fixths of a country drefs, and a confonant. 11. A repofitory for money, and a confonant. 12. Three-fifths of abundance,— two thirds of an article,—and half of hot. 13. A cardinal point, and a fold. 14. Two-thirds of a tree,—and a confonant doubled. 1. Three-fourths of a part of the body, and a prepofition. 16. Part of a hug,-two-thirds of fick, and a weight. 17. To look joyous, and a vowel. 18. Two-thirds of a bone,-and four-fifths of thowy. 19. A plant, doubling the laft letter, and three-fifths of a tendon. 20. Three fourths of to rent,three-ninths of candid, and a great weight. CANSICUS. tine letter. 8 Three eighths of to fupplicate, -and two-thirds of to mistake. 9. To plunder,two fifths of to build, and a confonant." io. Three-eighths of a plant,--a vowel, and two-thirds of a measure. 'Salifoury. M. F****. 2. Three-fifths of a philofopher, the initial of a fifa,-a confonant, -and a valley. 3. Three-fifths of to command, half a partition, and one-third of a tree. 4. Two-Gxths of kind,-one-third of a quadruped, and a male child. 5. One-fixth of a parent,-twoninths of impudent,—and two-thirds of a limb. 6. Three-fixths of to fteal,-and a weight. 7. Three-fevenths of a mufical inftrument, three-fifths of part of a fhip, and the initial of a man's Chriftian name. 8. Two-fourths of a kind of harp, -and the whole. 9. Two fifths of a fign,-a confonant,-two-ninths of a town in Surry, and a vowel. 10. Three-fixths of a bird,-twoeighths of fatiguing, and half a negative. S. S. FAIR Moina fat on Tara's height To watch for him the lov'd, When gloomy Dermid came in fight Like thunder-clouds he mov'd. Slow firiding o'er the heath he came, And humm'd a fullen fong; His fhield, that thot a crimson gleam,' Was o'er his fhoulder flung. Thine, Dermid, was the heart of pride, Relentless as the grave; Thine love, that never foftly figh'd,The spirit fiercely brave. To fly th' affrighted maiden ftrove : But he arreits her flight. "Here, Moina, hear me plead my love: Thou art my foul's delight. "Along the hill, along the plain, My dogs, my arrows flew; Three ftags, with branchy horns, lie flain; One ftag, for thee, I flew. «To love the chase, I'll teach my (My dogs her voice fhall know,) To mark the flying game from far, fair, And bend th' unerring bow. "Together will we rove the dale, Together climb the hill, Together reft in shadow'd vale, Or fleep by murm'ring rill. "Ne'er may I pierce my foes from far, The tide of flaughter roll, But thou, than all the pomp of war, Art dearer to my foul. "Thy voice more fires my heart with joy, Than bards' applauding fongs; -Thy cha ms are dearer to mine eye, Than fpoils of conquer'd throngs. "The fpoils of war, within my wall, Are pil'd, a precious flore; And foes on foes fhall daily fall, To make the treasure more." "Are frowns (the blufhing maid reply'd) Are frowns the garb of love? Can flormy words and gloomy pride The female bofom move? "No-love must wanton in the eyes, In every feature fmile, With whispers foft, and melting fighs, The yielding heart beguile." "Like babes, that cry fome toy to gain, Let filken courtiers fue;" Let ftriplings fmooth defcribe theirpain; But like a man I woo. H "Mine arms are ftrong, to guard mý dear, n As blafts that rend the wood; Mine arm has taught the brave to fear: To earth the proudest bow'd. "Young Ronan late its fury found; £ The boaftive youth I flew: 'Twas when the mirthful bowl went round, On me the taunt he threw. “On me the scornful glance he toft, And mock'd me at the feaft; But fhort-liv'd was the empty boafte This fword went through his breast. "The youth was bred on Ullin's plain; His hair like fun-beams flow'd. For him the maidens figh'd ja vain.; His foul was brave and proud." "Now curft be that detefted land, That faw my Ronan hleed! And doubly curft thy guilty hand, That wrought the favage deed! "Ah, where is now the gallant youth, Unrivall'd in the chase, The mind replete with worth and truth, The form with ev'ry grace? "If grief could e'er thy foul pervade, Or pity fill thy breait, Y Refufe not to the wretch thou'ft made, She pierc'd his manly breast.. "The "The fword is cold, revengeful maid, Within my aching breaft; My head is wrapp'd in death's dark fhade; I foon fhall fink to reft. "Death's chilly damps my limbs o'erflow; I feel his icy pow'r; One laft embrace, my fair, beflow, To imooth my parting hour. "Though, Moina, from thy cruel hate, I meet th' untimely doom; One faithful maid will mourn my fate, Will weep around my tomb. "Though I defpis'd her charms for thee, And pierc'd her foul with woe; Yet heav'd fhall be her fighs for me, For me her tears fall flow." With doubtful ftep and flow fhe went; And fore the wept and figh'd. An arrow through her breaft he fent; And grimly fmiling dy 'd. Together ftretch'd in death they lie, Together fill the tomb. Their faintly-fcreaming fpirits fly Along the midnight gloom. Oft, fome belated hunter, laid Beneath the mofs-grown trees, Beholds each difembody'd hade,, Dim-fitting on the breeze. ASTERIA ROCKING THE CRADLE. BY MR. GEORGE DYER. "TIS fair Afteria's fond employ To rock yon little reftless boy: Within that cradle's narrow space How great the treasure that we trace! Not all Arabia's fpicy ftore, Not all Golconda's glitt'ring ore, Elyfian fields, nor Eden's grove, Could buy that little reliefs love. "Sweet babe!" the fair Afteria cries; "Sweet habe! (the lift'ning Muse replies); While here a faithful guard we keep, Sweet babe! enjoy the honied fleeps' Ere yon fair orb, that rules the sky, Beam'd on that beauteous infant's eye; And, ere the whimperer pin'd and wept, Clofe in the filent womb it flept. And who can tell the bitter finart That pierc'd Afteria's trembling heart? Yet fure there's mag e in that boy, That wakes the foft parental jy. And ftill Afteria's languid face Wears the pale primrofe' fickly grace; Yet o'er that face what brilliant hues Can her beloved babe diffufe! Now fee the babe unclofe his eyes! And fee a mother's tranfport rife! How every feature charms her fight! How every motion wakes delight! What rifing beauties there the views! The rofy lip, the polish'd nofe; The flender eye-brow, budding thin, The velvet cheek, the dimpled chin. Anon the views the fparkling eye, The lifted hand, the tuneful cry, And haftening on through years to come, She traces out his future doom. "Haply he'plead Religion's cause, Or Freedom's wife unvarying laws, Or feel the poet's facred rage; Or trace the dark historic page." At length the breathes the fervent pray', [care; "Great God! oh! make my child thy And may his future actions be Sacred to virtue and to thee. "Whatever fortune then betide, Thou shalt his portion fill abide, And when the courfe of life is run, He'll wear a never-fading crown.' TWO SONNETS.. By Mifs HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. I. TO LOVE. power, AH, Love, ere yet I knew thy fatal [ful days, Bright glow'd the colour of my youthAs, on the fultry zone, the torrid rays That paint the broad-leav'd plantain's gloffy bower! Calm was my bofom, as the filent hour When o'er the deep the fearce-heard Zephyr ftrays, [playe, 'Midft the cool tamarinds indolently Nor from the orange fhakes its od❜rous flower But, ah! fince Love has all my heart poffeted, [tear That deled heart what forrows Difturb'd and wild as Ocean's troubled breaft, [is there! When the hoarfe tempeft of the night Yet, my complaining fpirit afks n reft; This bleeding bofom cherishes d'epair. Though bare my feet, I heedlefs tread Or by the grav❜ly brook's green fide, THE WATER-CRESS GIRL. SOON as the fable veil is drawn, And faintly peeps the grey-ey'd morn, Ere yet breaks forth the cheering ray, To gild the lawn, and crown the day, While many a maid her pillow prelles, I rife to cull young water-crelles. The balmy tweets of lumber filed, wealth, Content is mine, and blooming health; Still bounteous nature Nelly bleffes, |