СНАР. I. 177!. Attention seizes every ear; We pant for the description here: 'Pindar,' we say, ''twill leave thee now.' "And could you really discover, In gazing those sweet beauties over, ".... Mark'd you her cheek of rosy hue? There is little else in this poem worth being extracted, though it consists of about four hundred lines; except, perhaps, his picture of a good country house-wife, which affords an early specimen of that neat pointedness of phrase, which gave his humour, both poetic and dramatic, such a peculiar edge and polish : "We see the Dame, in rustic pride, With store of sweetmeats, rang'd in order, We find here, too, the source of one of those familiar lines, which so many quote without knowing whence they come; - one of those stray fragments, whose parentage is doubtful, but to which (as the law says of illegitimate children) "pater est populus." "You write with ease, to show your breeding, CHAP. 1771. CHAP. I. 1771. In the following passage, with more of the tact of a man of the world than the ardour of a poet, he dismisses the object nearest his heart with the mere passing gallantry of a compli "O! should your genius ever rise, Nay, should the rapture-breathing Nine Their sovereign's power to rehearse, On the opening of the New Assembly Rooms at Bath, which commenced with a ridotto, Sept. 30. 1771, he wrote a humorous description of the entertainment, called "An Epistle from Timothy Screw to his Brother Henry, Waiter at Almack's," which appeared first in The Bath Chronicle, and was so eagerly sought after, that Crutwell, the editor, was induced to publish it in a separate form. The allusions in this trifle have, of course, lost their zest by time; and a specimen or two of its humour will be all that is necessary here. "Two rooms were first opened—the long and the round CHAP. one, (These Hogstyegon names only serve to confound one,) And Bristol-stone diamonds gave strength to the blaze: Nor less among you was the medley, ye fair! I believe there were some beside quality there : Had Tib staid at home, I b'lieve none would have miss'd her, Or pretty Peg Runt, with her tight little sister," &c. &c. I. 1771. CHAP. II, DUELS WITH MR. MATHEWS.- MARRIAGE WITH II. 1771. CHAP. TOWARDS the close of the year 1771, the elder Mr. Sheridan went to Dublin, to perform at the theatre of that city, leaving his young and lively family at Bath, with nothing but their hearts and imaginations to direct them. The following letters, which passed between him and his son Richard during his absence, though possessing little other interest than that of having been written at such a period, will not, perhaps, be unwelcome to the reader: "MY DEAR RICHARD, "Dublin, Dec. 7th, 1771. "How could you be so wrong-headed as to commence cold bathing at such a season of the year, and I suppose without any preparation too? You have paid sufficiently for your folly, but I hope the ill effects of it have been long since over. You and your brother are fond of quacking, a most dangerous disposition with |