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1895

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P R O L OG UE,

WRITTEN and SPOKEN by Mr. FOOTE.

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EVERE their task, who in this critic age,

With fresh materials furnish out the stage ! Not that our fathers drain'd the comic store; Fresh characters spring up as heretoforem Nature with novelty does still abound; On every side fresh follies

may

be found.
But then the taste of every guest to hit,
To please at once, the gall'ry, box, and pit,
Requires at least-

t-no common share of wit.
Those who adorn the orb of higher life,
Demand the lively rake, or modish wife;
Whilst they, who in a lower circle move,
Yawn at their wit, and Number at their love.
If light, low mirth einploys the comic scene,
Such mirth, as drives from vulgar minds the spleen ;
The polish'd critic damns the wretched stuff,
And cries,_" 'twill please the gall’ries well enough.”
Such jarring judgments who can reconcile,
Since fops will frown, where humble traders smile ?

To dash the Poet's ineffe&tual claim,
And quench his thirst for universal fame,
The Grecian Fabulist, in moral lay,
Has thus address’d the writers of this day.

Once on a time, a son and fire we're told,
The strippling tender, and the father old,
Purchasd a jack-ass at a country fair,
To ease their limbs, and hawk about their ware;
But as the Nuggish animal was weak,
They fear'd, if both should mount, his back wou'd
Up gets the boy; the father leads the ass, [break:
And through the gaping crowd attempts to pass ;

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Forth from the throng, the grey-beards hobble out, And hail the cavalcade with feeble shout : “ This the respect to reverend age you

shew?
“And this the duty you to parents owe?
" He beats the hoof, and you are set astride;
“ Sirrah! get down, and let your

father ride."
As Grecian lads were selden void of grace,
The decent, duteous youth, resign'd his place.
Then a fresh murmur thro' the rabble ran ;
Boys, girls, wives, widows, all attack the man.

Sure never was brute beast fo void of nature ! “ Have you no pity for the pretty creature ? " To your own baby can you be unkind? “ Here! Suke, Bill, Betty -- put the child behind. Old Dapple next the clowns' compassion claim'd ; " 'Tis wonderment them boobies ben't asham’d. “ Two at a time upon a poor dumb beast! “ They night as well have carry'd he at leaft." The pair, still pliant to the partial voice, Dismount and bear the asso--then what a noise! Huzzas, loud laughs, lov jibe, and bitter joke, From the yet filent fire these words provoke: “ Proceed, my boý, nor heed their farther call, “ Vair his attempt, who strives to please them all!"

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