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Whose glowing souls with tragic grandeur rise,
When bleeds a hero, or a nation dies:-
And ye who, thron'd on high, a synod sit,
And rule the lofty atmosphere of wit;
From whom a flash of comic lightning draws
A bursting thunder-clap of loud applause:
If bere those eyer, whore tears, with peerless sway,
Have wept the vices of an age aways
If here, those lips, whose smiles, with magio art,
Have laugh'd the foibles from the cheated heart:
On Mirth's gay cheek can one gay dimple light;
In Sorrow's breast one passion'd sigh excite:
With nobler streams the Buskin's grief shall fall;
With pangs sublimer throb this breathing wall;
Thalia, too, more blythe, sball trip the stage,
Or Care the wrinkles smooth, and thaw the veins of Age.

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And thou dome, by Freedom's patrona rear'd
With Beauty blazon'd, and by Taste rever'd;
Apollo consecrates thy walls profane, -
Hence, be thou sacred to the Muse's reign!
In thee, three ages shall in one conspire;-
A SOPHOCLES shall swell his chasten'd lyre;
A TERENCE rise, in native charms serene;
A SHERIDAN display the perfect scene:-
And Athens, Rome, Augusta, blush to see
Their virtues, beauty, grace, all shine-combin'd in Thee!

It is a fact, and a fact which is scarcely credible, that when this splendid production was written the author was not more than eighteen years of age!

G. W.

Q Our kind and intelligent correspondent will excuse us for taking the liberty to request, that he will favour us with his address, in some shape or other, that will enable us to communicate to him some private thoughts and wishes on the subject.

THE FRENCH STAGE.

[Continued from page 218.]

The last production of Moliere's pen was Le Malade Imaginaire, and, as it was the last, so it is supposed to be the most perfect of his works; exclusive of its intrinsic merit, it was consecrated by the death of all that was mortal of the author, who fell under the stroke, while he was performing in that piece, on the third night of representation. Moliere had long been afficted with an asthma which, instead of resorting to the necessary precautions for relief from it, he increased by intense application to his profession. About two months before he died, he was visited by Boileau, who had been for a long time in the constant habit of urging him to retire from the stage; and on this day pushed the matter with the ardour of friendship, and an earnestness that manifested forebodings of that which soon after happened. He represented to him that the continued exercise and irritation of the lungs in the violent exertions necessary to the performance of such arduous characters as Moliere assumed must inevitably increase the disease, and terminate in his speedy dissolution. To Boileau's affectionate remonstrance, Moliere replied, that he considered it incumbent on him, since it had pleased God to intrust him with the talents, to render vice detestable; and that as it was his greatest glory, so it was his greatest delight to chastise that delinquency which no laws could reach, and to reform the manners of the people. Boileau, a little irritated at the imprudent obstinacy of his friend, and perhaps piqued at his want of success, satirically replied, "A pretty thing truly; a pleasant task no doubt it must be, to render vice detestable by blackening one's face with Indian ink, and to chastise delinquency and reform the manners, by turning one's back every now and then to receive twenty bastinados." All this however had no effect on our poet, who persisted in his efforts as an actor. The day on which he died he was evidently worse than he had ever been, and was so extremely incommoded by his complaint that his friends expostulated with him in the most endearing terms of persuasion, and Madame Moliere besought him to take some repose and let the play go on without him. “What,” said he, with his accustomed philanthropy, “ what is to become of so many poor wretches who scarcely get bread by my means!--I should never forgive myself were I to Vol. IV.

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neglect them for a single day.” About noon, however, growing better, he prepared for the performance with alacrity; and by the time he went upon the stage, the concern of his friends was considerably diminished. But soon his efforts to give effect to his part, were with sorrow perceived to augment his complaint, and with every word he uttered he grew perceptibly worse and worse, till he came to the divertissement in the third act, when as he pronounced the word juro, he fell into strong convulsions. A general consternation ensued, and he was immediately carried home; where notwithstanding every aid he grew worse, till falling into a violent fit of coughing he burst a bloodvessel and was instantly suffocated.

The death of Moliere occasioned general regret in the metropolis of France. It appeared as if every other consideration was lost in the melancholy which pervaded all classes and descriptions of people, except those who had smarted under the lash of his satire. The actors chiefly felt the loss of the man who had been their associate, their support, and the brightest ornament of the theatre; and to testify their grief and their respect for his memory, resolved to bestow their last tribute to it, in a funeral of unexampled magnificence. The archbishop of Paris, however, peremptorily refused to allow him christian burial. MADAME MoLIERE, the relict of the deceased, hearing of the archbishop's refusal, repaired without delay to Versailles, and having obtained admission to the king, threw herself at his majesty's feet, remonstrated in the most unrestrained terms of grief and indignation against the archbishop's severity, and complained of the injustice and injury done by that prelate to the memory of a man who, said she, “ has served the cause of morality more than a hundred archbishops.” The king reproved her with the solemnity becoming a religious sovereign, but at the same time with the tenderness of a friend and man of humanity, and the amenity of a gentleman.He then told her that the matter rested, as of right, entirely with the archbishop, but assured her that, on his own part, nothing should be wanting which his persuasion and influence with that prelate could accomplish. His majesty who not only admired and loved Moliere, but was in all probability very much of Madame's opinion as to his utility, so warmly espoused her cause and employed his influence with the archbishop, that the latter revoked his decree next day, and consented to let the body be interred in consecrated ground and with christian rites, provided the ceremony

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