The Englishman in Paris.

THIS Comedy, by the late Samuel Foote, was played, for the first time, at Covent-Garden Theatre, in the seafon of 1753, for the benefit of that old veteran Macklin; who, at this moment, bids fair to make good his own determination of not quitting his friends, on this side the water, till after the close of the 18th century. was not born in it," says the venerable wag, nor do I

mean to die in it."

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The part of Buck was sustained by Macklin, in a stile of excellence which was never exceeded, even by Foote himself.

The Lucinda of Miss Macklin was highly honourable to the mind and powers of that excellent actress; the character demands the requisites of speaking, singing, and dancing; and in these varieties she delighted and surprized the audience. This lady has been dead several years: her loss was sensibly felt by those who had witnessed her abilities on the mimic scene; while the deep regrets of all who knew her, were the best proof how well she had sustained her part on the real one.

Our Author's drift in writing this piece will appear sufficiently obvious to the reader, who, perhaps, may give a thought to times past, and lament that its point applies not to times present.

March 25, 1794.

T. B

The Englishman in Paris.

ACT I. SCENE I.

Enter Mr. SUBTLE and CLASSIC.

Mr. Subtle.

WELL, well, that may be; but still I say that a

Class. Is a fop; it is their national disease; not one of the qualities for which you celebrate them, but owes its origin to a foible; their taste is trifling, their gaiety grimace, and their politeness pride.

Mr. Sub. Hey-day! Why, what the deuse brings you to Paris then?

Class. A debt to friendship; not but I think a ́short residence here a very necessary part in every man of fashion's education.

Mr. Sub. Where's the use?

Class. In giving them a true relish for their own domestic happiness; a proper veneration for their national liberties: a contempt for adulation; and an

houour for the extended generous commerce of their country.

Mr. Sub Why there, indeed, you have the preference, Mr. Classic: the traders here are a sharpset, cozening people; foreigners are their food; civilities with a-ay! ay! a congee for a crown, and a shrug for a shilling: devilish dear, Master Classic, devilish dear.

Class. To avoid their exactions, we are, Mr. Subtle, recommended to your protection.

Mr. Sub. Ay! and wisely they did who recommended you: Buy nothing but on mine or my lady's recommendation, and you are safe. But where was your charge? Where was Mr. Buck last night? My lady made a party at cards on purpose for him, and my ward Lucinda is mightily taken with him; she longs to see him again.

Class. I am afraid with the same set his father sent him hither to avoid; but we must endeavour to inspire him with a taste for the gallantries of this court, and his passion for the lower amusement of ours will diminish of course.

Mr. Sub. All the fraternity of men-makers are for that purpose without; taylors, peruquieurs, hatters, hosierss not that Mr. Buck's English

servant?

Enter ROGER.

Class. Oh! ay, honest Roger. So, the old doings, Roger; what time did your master come home?