MR KEMBLE'S FAREWELL ADDRESS, But spied a mouse upon her marriage day,
ON TAKING LEAVE OF THE EDINBURGH STAGE.

Forgot her

spouse
and seized

upon

hier

prey; As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound,

Even thus my bridegroom lawyer, as you saw, Erects his mane, and neighs, and paws the ground

Threw off poor me and pounced upon papa. Disdains the ease his generous Jord assigns,

Hlis neck from Hymen's mystic knot made loose,

He twisted round my sire's the literal noose.
And longs to rush on the embattled lines,
Sol, your plaudits ringing on mine ear,

Such are the fruits of our dramatic labour,
Can scarce sustain to think our parting near;

Since the New Jail became our next door neighbour.' To think my scenic hour for ever past,

Yes, times are changed, for in
And that those valued plaudits are my last.

your
fathers'

age Why should we part, while still some powers remain,

The lawyers were the patrons of the stage;

Ilowever high advanced by future fate, That in your service strive not yet in vain?

There stands the bench (points to the Pit) that first reCannot highı zeal the strength of youth supply,

ceived their weight. And sense of duty fire the fading eye?

The future legal sage, 't was ours to see, And all the wrongs

of age remain subdued I Bereath the burning glow of gratitude ?

Doom though unwigu'd, and plead without a fee. Ah po! the taper, wearing to its close,

But now astounding cach poor mimic elf, Oft for a space in fitful lustre glows;

Jostead of lawyers comes the Law lierself; But all too soon the transient gleam is past,

Tremendous neighbour, on our riglie she dwells, It cannot be renewd, and will not last;

Builds high her towers and excavates her cells; Even duty, zeal, and gratitude, can wage

While on the left, she agitates the town But short-lived contlice with the frosts of age.

With the tempestuous question, Up or down?? Yes! It were poor, remembering what I was,

"Twixt Scylla and Charybdis thus stand we, To live a prosioner on your applause,

Law's final end and law's uncertaioty. To drain the dregs of your endurance dry,

l'ut soft! who lives at Rome the pope must flatter, And take, as alms, the praise I once could buy, And jails and lawsuits are no jesting matter. Till every speering youth around inquires,

Then-just farewell! we wait with serious awe, e is this the man who once could please our sires!»

Till your applause or censure gives the law, And scorn assumes compassion's doubtful mien, Trusting our humble efforts may assure ye, To warn me off from the encumber'd scene.

We hold you court and counsel, judge and jury.
This must not be ;-and higher duties crave
Some space between the theatre and the grave;
That, like the Roman in the Capitol,

SONG.
I may adjust my mantle ere I fall:
My life's brief act in public service flown,

Ou, say not, my love, with that mortified air,
The last, the closing scene, must be my own.

That your spring-time of pleasure is tlown,

Nor bid me to maids that are younger repair,
Here, then, adieu! while yet some well-graced parts For those raptures that still are thine own.
May fix an ancicur favourite in your hearts,
Not quite to be forgotten, even when

Though April his temples may wreathe with the vine, You look op better actors, younger men:

Its tendrils in infavey curid, And if your bosoms own this kindly debt

"T is the ardour of August matures us the wine Of old remembrance, how shall mine forget

Whose life-blood enlivens the world, 0, low forget !- how oft I hither came

Though thy form, that was fashion d'as light as a fay's, In anxious hope, how oft return'd with fame!

Has assumeil a proportion more round, llow oft around your circle this weak hand

And thy glance, that was bright as a falcon's at gaze,
Has waved immortal Shakspeare's magic wand,
Till the full burst of inspiration came,

Looks soberly now on the ground, -
And I have felt, and you have fanu'd the tlame! Enough, after absence to meet me again,
By memory treasured, while ber reign evdures,

Thy steps still with ecstasy move;
Those bours must live-and all their charms are yours. Enough, that those dear sober glauces retain
O favour'd land! renown'd for arts and arms,

For me the kind language of love!
For manly talent and for female charms,
Could this full bosom prompt the sinking line,

THE PALMER.
Wbat fervent benedictions now were thine !
But
last part is play d, my knell is rung,

«() Open the door, some piry to show, When e'en your praise falls faltering from my tongue;

Keen blows the northern wind; And all that you can hear, or I can tell, 15- Friends and Patrons, hail, and FARE YOU WELL!

"It is necessary to mention, that the allusions in this piecs are all lon, and addressed only to the Edinburgh audience. The

new prisons of the city, on the Caliou Hill, aro not far from the EPILOGUE TO THE APPEAL,

• At this time the public of Edinburgh was much agitated by a SPOKEN BY MRS 1. SIDDONS.

lawsuit betwixt the magistrates and many of the labaitants of the

city, concerning the range of new buildings on thr wesiera side of of yore (or else old Esop lied)

the North Bridge ; which the latter insisted should be removed as a Was changed into a fair and blooming bride,

deformity.

Tbeatre,

CAT

The glen is white with the drifted snow,

And the path is hard to find.

«No outlaw seeks your castle gate,

From chasing the king's deer,
Though even an outlaw's wretched state

Might claim compassion here.

that she might see him as he rode past. Her anxiety and eagerness gave such force to her organs, that she is said to have distinguished his horse's footsteps at an ia credible distance. But Tushielaw, unprepared for tlie change in her appearance, and not expecting to see ber in that place, rode on without recognizing her, or even slackening his pace. The lady was unable to support the shock, and, after a short struggle, died in the areas of her attendants. There is an instance similar to this traditional tale in Count Hamilton's Fleur d Epine.

« A weary Palmer, worn and weak,

I wander for my sin;
O open, for Our Lady's sake,

A pilgrim's blessing win!

«I'll give you pardons from the pope,

And reliques from o'er the sea,-
Or if for these you will not ope,
Yet
open

for charity.

O Lovers' eyes are sharp to see,

And lovers' ears in hearing;
And love, in life's extremity,

Can lend an hour of cheering.
Disease had been in Mary's bower,

Aod slow decay from mourning,
Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower,

To watch her love's returning.

« The hare is crouching in her form,

The hart beside the hind; An aged man, amid the storm,

No shelter can I find.

« You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar,

Dark, deep, and strong is hie, And I must ford the Ettrick o'er,

Unless you pity me.

All sunk and dim her eyes so bright,

Iler form decay'd by pining,
Till through her wasted hand, at night,

You saw the taper sbining.
By fits, a sultry hectic hue

Across her cheek was flying;
By fits, so ashy pale she grew,

Her maidens thought her dying.

« The iron gate is bolted hard,

Al which I knock in vain;
The owner's heart is closer barr'd,

Who hears me thus complain.

« Farewell, farewell ! and Mary grant,

When old and frail you be, You never may the shelter want,

That's now denied to me.»

Yet keenest powers to see and hear

Seem'd in ber frame residing;
Before the watclı-dog prick'd his ear,

She heard her lover's riding;
Ere scarce a distant form was kennd,

She knew, and waved to greet him;
And o'er the battlement did bend,

As on the wing to meet him.

The ranger on his couch lay warm,

And heard him plead in vain ; But oft, amid December's storm,

He 'll hear that voice again :

He came-he passid-an heedless gaze,

As o'er some stranger, glancing;
Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,

Lost in his courser's praacing-
The castle arch, whose hollow tone

Returns each whisper spoken,
Could hardly catch the feeble moan,

Which told her heart was broken.

For lo, when through the vapours dank,

Morn shone on Ettrick fair, A corpse amid the alders rank,

The Palmer welier'd there.

THE MAID OF NEIDPATII.

WANDERING WILLIE.
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,

And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea; There is a tradition in Tweeddale, that when Neid o weary betide it! I wander'd beside it, path Castle, near Peebles, was inhabited by the Earls of

And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me. March, a mutual passion subsisted between a daughter of that noble family, and a son of the Laird of Tushie- Far o'er the wave hast thou follow'd thy fortude, law, in Ettrick Forest. As the alliance was thought Oft fought the squadrous of France and of Sprin; unsuitable by her parents, the young man went abroad. Ac kiss of welcome 's worth twenty at paruing, During his absence, the lady fell into a consumption,

Now I hae gotten my

Willie again, and at length, as the only means of saving her life, her father consented that her lover should be recalled. On When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they en the day when he was expected to pass through Peebles, wailing, on the road to Tushielaw, the young lady, tlough I sat on the beach wi the tear in my ee, mucha exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the And thought o'the bark where my Willie was sailing. balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging to the family, And wishi'd that the tempest could a' blaw on ne.

THE MAID OF NEIDPATH.

All joy was 1

And climbi
THERE is a tradition in Tweeddale, that when Neid-

O
weary

beti path Castle, near Peebles, was inhabited by the Earls of

And bann' March, a mutual passion subsisted between a daughter of that noble family, and a son of the Laird of Tushie- Far o'er the law, in Ettrick Forest. As the alliance was thought

Oft fough unsuitable by her parents, the young man went abroad. Ae kiss of w During his absence, the lady fell into a consumption, Now I ha and at length, as the only means of saving her life, her father consented that her lover should be recalled. On When the the day when he was expected to pass througlı Peebles, wa'! on the road to Tusvielaw, the young lady, though I sat on much exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the And thou: balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging to the family,

And wi