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and was led in triumph to a cabin, ing the hut, he immerges himself inte where a feast was prepared by women, a stream of water; on his coming out, who awaited him. Before he partook a blanket is thrown over him, and he of it, he shot an arrow from his bow into a cup of the size of an egg, attached to the summit of his hut. He partook, with avidity, of the festival, but was, thereafter obliged to live for thirty days in the most abstemious

manner.

is conducted to the dwelling of the chief, where he is extended on his back. With a pointed stick dipped in water mixed with gunpowder, the chief delineates on his skin, a figure, which is afterwards more durably impressed. For this purpose, an instru"The ceremony being ended, the ment, formed of a number of needles captain was considered to have full fixed in a small wooden frame, and power and authority over the whole dipt in vermilion, is used for pricking nation, which was guided by his orders the lines already traced. Where it and his movements; at his sole plea- becomes necessary to impress bolder sure it was, that war or peace were outlines, an incision is made with a made.

"The forms of adoption into the class of warriors among several of the North American Indians, consists in preparing a feast of dog's flesh, boiled in the grease of bears, to which huckle berries are added as an ingredient. Of this, all the warriors of the tribe are invited to partake. The repast being finished, a war song to the following purport, is vociferated by all who are present.

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flint. The parts which have not been marked with red, are rubbed with gun-powder, and produce a variety in the colouring. To prevent the wounds from festering, they are generally seared with pink wood. Two or three days elapse before the operation is finally performed. The wounds are every morning washed with the cold infusion of an herb, named by the natives Poquesegan. The war songs are frequently repeated, and accompanied by chichicoué and other noisy instruments, which tend to stifle the groans produced by so acute a mode of torture."

'Look down upon us, O great Master of Life! and permit us to receive into our class a warrior, who appears to possess courage, whose arm is powerful, and who fears not to Before we conclude, we will just expose his body to the enemy. The observe, that should Mr. Heriot again noviciate is then presented with a pipe write a book, it will be well if he is of war, out of which he smokes and a little more attentive to grammar, passes it to the guests. A belt of and has fewer discords between his wampum is placed on his neck; he is nominatives and his verbs. introduced by two chiefs into a sudatory, prepared with long poles fixed in the ground, and pointed at top in the form of a cone, over which skins and blankets are thrown to exclude the air. This species of tent is sufficiently large to contain three persons. Two large stones made red hot are brought into it, and water is from public; but if we may judge of Mr. time to time sprinkled upon them. A Sheriff Phillips' feelings from his letprofuse perspiration is produced by ters, here published, Mr. Blore might the steam, and the pores are thereby as well have amused himself with relaxed, for the performance of an- throwing eggs against a brick wall. other part of the ceremony. Leay

Mr. BLORE's Statement of a Correspondence with RICHARDPHILLIPS, Esq. Sheriff, &c. &c. &c. respecting the Antiquary's Magazine.-Second edition.

R. BLORE has been grossly ag

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

ON WOMAN

WHEN Nature made the lovely fair,
She gave to Man her choicest treasure;
With outward form beyond compare,
Possess'd of joys beyond all measure
UNIVERSAL MAG. VOL. IX.

Whene'er intent on world'y in,

Man stoops to seize the ghed folly; The phantom flies-he finds with pain, 'Tis nought but care and melancholy.

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What charm can soothe his woe-worn heart, O did my heart a female know,
When fortune shall of friends bereave

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Endu'd with these blest charms of thine, Not unbesought the fair should go,

For I would fly to call her mine.
Ah, I may seek my flow'r,but where
Is found the combination rare,

That reigns alone in thee:
Beanty, that each soft feeling warms,
Humility, which always charms,
And pride in due degree.

Child of the dubious hour! O where
Shall I a milder refuge find,
To shield thee from th inclement air
That lingers on the northern wind?
Delusive Spring, with radiant skies,
Who lur'd thee from the soil to rise,
Turns traitor to thy bloom!
Come then with me the blast evade,
Or soon thy lively tint shall fade,
And earth shall be thy tomb.
Tilshead, Wilts,
WM. TUCKER.
Feb. 12.

SONNETS,

By Mr. FLETCHER. [See Univ. Mag. Jan. p. 44.]

III.

'TWAS on these banks in pomp of summer drest,

By these clear waters, and beneath this shade,

That first my tongue a falt'ring effort made,

Here seated,-while enamour'd MEMORY To tell the love that labour'd in my breast,

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If ever love could be by words exprest. 'Twas here that first an angel voice conveyed

Hope to my soul, and rapture, long delayed,

Rush'd to my heart an unexpected guest. Not long to stay, for Death a surer dart

Than Love, has aim'd, and hope and joy are fled:

But soft affection in a lover's heart,

Preserves its fragrance, tho' the flower be dead.

And here, where Love has reign'd, I still deplore,

The dear companion I shall meet no more.

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Ye shades to her, but more to Petrarch, known,

Ye happy flow'rs that once her form caress'd;

Yescenes for ever sad, for ever blest,

Where still I wander wretched and alone,
Ye gales on which my frequent sighs
have blown,

To you my dying wish is now exprest!
O if the love which has maintain'd so long
Life's ling'ring flame, to end itself must
close

These weeping eves, O grant that here among
Scenes so belov'd I may at last repose;

And take, unsever'd in the pangs of death,
My Laura's name and my expiring breath!

THEATRICAL RECORDER.

COVENT GARDEN.

cousin, a fantastical merchant, (Mr.

ONDAY, Feb. 22. Hamlet Liston) advances towards the table

to add to the minute criticism upon this play, which we gave in our last number, except to censure the intrusion of Mr. Thompson in the character of the Ghost. A very solemn and awful scene, perhaps the finest in the whole piece, was spoiled by his groaning monotony, which resembled nothing so much as the booming of a kettle-drum in a spacious and lofty vestibule. Mr. Pope, we presume, was indisposed, or he would have appeared in his own character: but surely a more fit and able successor might have been found than this Mr.Thompson, who, besides his hollow lowings, indulged us with many new readings and pleasant omissions.

capers; he rattles the box, smiles,and turns it down with the certainty of success: his throw is two aces! The lady therefore falls to the lot of the poet, and he is now all impatience to behold his fair bride: an old steward, rather purblind (Mr. Si mous) points to a picture over the chimney-piece, which is the portrait of the widow; but the widow herself, a few minutes before, had taken down the picture, aud hung up one of her grandmother in its stead. The poet turns his head, and looks distracted upon the winkled countenance, wry mouth, and shrivelled eyes, of his future spouse, while the old steward, not being able to see, and therefore unconscious of Thursday, Feb. 25. The Wanderer; or, the change, is expatiating upon her The Rights of Hospitality-Who Wins? blooming charms, pouting lips, and or, The Widow's Choice, 1st time. This languishing look. The poet is disinshort but interesting drama was very terested: the fortune will not tempt well performed this evening, and was him to take so much ugliness, and he succeeded by a new farce from the pen sells his chance to the other cousin for of Mr. Allingham. The plot is whim- a thousand pounds; and makes love sical enough. A young and sprightly to the servant of the widow, (uncon widow (Mrs. C. Kenible) has a fortune scious that she is the real bride) and left her upon condition that she mar- solicits her hand without a dowry. ries.one of two cousins. These cou- She is pleased with this proof of disinsins are to decide their claims upon the widow's person by the throw of the dice. The widow, in order to ascertain the real affection of her suitors, disguises herself as the servant of the lady who is to be raffled for. The important moment approaches: the dice are brought the table prepared: one of the cousins, a poet, (Mr. Faw. eett) throws first, deuce-ace: the other

terested affection, and, finding means to extricate herself from the sale which the poet had made of ket, mare ries him.

Such are the outlines of the piece, and which, being supported by some smartness of dialogue and some pretty music by Condell, was well received, We do not, however, think that the character of the poet is well diawa

farce itself has a boundary within the a declaimer: his speaking did not seem probable: but for a man to speak al- to be the outward expression of his ways in extemporaneous blank verse, mind, but an idle repetition in which is so obviously absurd that it must his mind took no part. In the first give disgust. Neither do we think line, "I do remember an apothecary, the character well cast: Liston would and hereabouts he lives," there would have made much more of the poet have been an evident propriety in than Fawcett did; and Fawcett would pausing after the word apothecary, and have become the capering and affected giving a character of reality to the merchant, proud of his dancing, bet- concluding words, by an enquiring ter than Liston. By the bye, we look look round the stage, as if to ascertain upon Mr. Fawcett's pronunciation to the house or spot where he lived. It be the most vulgar and vicious of any is these minute touches that bespeak on the stage, Messrs. Creswell and the actor, who feels and comprehends Jeffries not excepted. What an idea his part, as distinguished from him does it convey of a man's education to hear him talking of the feelings of his bosom, like a milliner's girl who goes into a shop to buy a bosom friend, when the winter sets in.

ance of the words that follow, were original and just conceptions, that throw an indescribable air of reality round a character or speech.

who having learned it comes forward to the audience to repeat it. There is no man upon the stage who under stands this better than Mr. Kemble. In Iago, when Othello enters, and says, Mr. Allingham cannot be compli- "Was not that Cassio left my wife just mented upon his good sense in draw- now?" the manner in which he looks ing the character of the poet, and after him, as if analysing his gait, especially upon the song which he dress, person, &c. to be able to answer puts into his mouth, in which the pos- Othello's question, and during this acsession of leather is made to be of tion, the broken and dubious uttergreater value than the possession of learning. It may seem to Mr. Allingham a wondrous pretty idea to degrade the acquisition of mind, and very gratifying to please the galleries, by telling them that a cobler is better than a man of learning: but if Mr. Allingham were a man of learning, (and we are justified in doubting it, for no man willingly degrades what he himself possesses) we would tell him that, at his pen, learning does not mussat tacito timore, though he may have felt the truth of Boileau's lines:"Soyez plutôt macon, si c'est votre talent, Ouvrier estimè dans un art necessaire, Qu' ecrivain du commun et poete vulgaire." Art Po. C. 4.

Miss Smith, in Juliet, gave a fine display of her powers. It was a piece of acting that would not have disho noured Mrs. Siddons in the zenith of her fame. It is plainly perceptible that Miss Smith has placed this lady before her as her model; but she is not a servile copyist. In her grief, she does not merely whine out her words in the drawling monotony of stage sorrow: her heart seems full: her sobs interrupt her speech, her actions are disordered: her countenance is distracted: in every look and movement we Feb. 29. Romeo and Juliet-Harle- behold her absorbed in her own feelquin. The tragedy of Hamlet was an- ings. This is the very perfection of nounced for this evening, but was post- the art; and this was admirably disponed on account of the indisposition played in the tomb scene, where also of Mr. Kemble, and we are sorry to add C. Kemble acted with the finest effect. that he is not yet sufficiently recovered We equally admired Miss Smith in to attend his professional duties. Yet the scene with the nurse, whose loquathe audience did not go away discon- cious prating so tortures the eager extented. C. Kemble is the best Romeo on pectations of the love-sick Juliet: her the stage, though not the best Romeo that quick transitions from inquiry to might be: we allude only to a few parti- kindly participation in the nurse's cular passages, for, generally speaking, bodily infirmities: her tender ca we do not think that it is capable of resses, her arch and girlish playfulbeing better performed. One of these ness to extort the desired news, were passages is the soliloquy, beginning "I proofs of the great powers that this do remember an apothecary, &c.' In lady undoubtedly possesses. We this speech Mr. C. Kemble was merely might mention other particular parts

also, in which she shone with equal splendour but we will content our selves with observing, that her Juliet stands beyond all present competition. She has not, however, yet acquired that general richness of voice and action, by which simple dialogue is su ported: that dignified utterance that renders the plainest speech delightful: it is impassioned parts, and where the situation and language bear her out, that she is most excellent. But we hope to see he attend to the other, and also a little to her pronunciation, which is not quite perfect: this evening she more than once accented confessor on the first syilable; in which, to be sure, she may plead the authority of Mr. Lewis, but no authority can sanction error.

Thursday, March 19. The Man of the World. This evening introduced Mr. Cooke to the London audience for the first time this season, in his favourite character of Sir Pertinax Macsycophant. He was warmly greeted on his entrance; and he performed the part with his well known and accustomed excellence. He has since acted Shylock and Richard.

The Oratorios have commenced. On Friday, March 11, the Serenata of Acis and Galatea was performed, with a Grand Miscellaneous act. In the latter, Braham sang a beautiful air, (the Battle of Maida) composed by Rauzzini. When we considered that these Oratorios are intended as sacred recreations during Lent, we could not but smile as we read some of the airs and songs; full of amorous sighings and erotic complaints. Ex. Gr.

Love in her eyes sits playing,
And sheds delicious death;
Love on her lips is playing,
And warbling in her breath.
Love on her breast sits ponting,
And swells with soft desire,
No grace, no charm is wanting
To set the heart on fire.

Then we have,

Billing, cooing,

Panting, wooing,

Melting murmurs fill the grove, Melting murmurs, lasting love.

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Happy we, What joys I feel, what charms I see, &c. Then as to the poetry, we have as pretty a piece of monster riming, in the

character of Polypheme, as need be wished for.

I rage, I melt, I burn, The feeble God has stabb'd me to the heart. Thou trusty pine,

Prop of my godlike steps I lay thee by! Bring me a hundred reeds of decent growth, To make a pipe for my capacious mouth!

DRURY-LANE.

Tuesday, March 1. The ChancesIn and out of Tune, (first time) This immoral and indecent comedy was performed this evening. Elliston, in Don John, (a favourite character of Carrick's) evinced new powers as a comic actor: his dry humour in some parts, and his airy vivacious rapidity in others, were shewn to great advantage. Yet it does not strike us as being one of those characters in which an actor can exhibit himself with the greatest felicity. Much of its humour and wit is obsolete, and cannot therefore produce that instantaneous acknowledgment on the part of the audience, which is the great remunerator of a performer's efforts. Shakspeare alone has it been given to impart to his characters perpetuity of pleasing; for Shakspeare alone drew nature in her general and invariable characteristics, while other writers looked for her only in minute features and evanescent shadings.

To

To exclaim against the inherent indecency of this play would be fruitless: managers seem not themselves to have any feeling of delicacy, and it is not by the press that they will be reclaimed! While the galleries, and the gross and vulgar in all parts of the house, laugh, they are contented: and though a few men of sense should hiss, it would be of no avail. Yet we will continue to protest against such violations of common propriety, which convert the theatre into a brothel: that so at least the public may know, and knowing, wilfully offend, if they carry their sons or daughters, sisters or wives, thither.

After the play, a silly afterpiece, called In and out of Tune, was performed, and was literally hooted off the stage: yet, mark the shameless effrontery of the managers: in the bills of the next day, it was said that the new farce having been received with universal applause, by a brilliant

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