EPITAPH ON MRS ERSKINE.' [1819.] Plain, as her native dignity of mind, By which thine urn, EUPHEMIA, claims the tear! 1 [Mrs Euphemia Robison, wife of William Erskine, Esq. (afterwards Lord Kinedder,) died September, 1819, and was buried at Saline in the county of Fife, where these lines are inscribed on the tombstone.] MR KEMBLE'S FAREWELL ADDRESS,' ON TAKING LEAVE OF THE EDINBURGH STAGE. As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, Erects his mane, and neighs, and paws the groundDisdains the ease his generous lord assigns, And longs to rush on the embattled lines, 1 [These lines first appeared, April 5, 1817, in a weekly sheet, called "The Sale Room," conducted and published by Messrs Ballantyne and Co., at Edinburgh. In a note prefixed, Mr James Ballantyne says, "The character fixed upon, with happy propriety, for Kemble's closing scene, was Macbeth, in which he took his final leave of Scotland on the evening of Saturday, the 29th March, 1817. He had laboured under a severe cold for a few days before, but on this memorable night the physical annoyance yielded to the energy of his mind.-' He was,' he said, in the green-room immediately before the curtain rose, 'determined to leave behind him the most perfect specimen of his art which he had ever shown; and his success was complete. At the moment of the tyrant's death the curtain fell by the universal acclamation of the audience. The applauses were vehement and prolonged; they ceased-were resumed-rose again-were reiterated-and again So I, your plaudits ringing on mine ear, And that those valued plaudits are my last. were hushed. In a few minutes the curtain ascended, and Mr Kemble came forward in the dress of Macbeth, (the audience by a consentaneous movement rising to receive him,) to deliver his farewell." .... "Mr Kemble delivered these lines with exquisite beauty, and with an effect that was evidenced by the tears and sobs of many of the audience. His own emotions were very conspicuous. When his farewell was closed, he lingered long on the stage, as if unable to retire. The house again stood up, and cheered him with the waving of hats and long shouts of applause. At length, he finally retired, and, in so far as regards Scotland, the curtain dropped upon his professional life for ever."] To drain the dregs of your endurance dry, "Is this the man who once could please our sires?' I may adjust my mantle ere I fall : My life's brief act in public service flown, The last, the closing scene, must be my own. Here, then, adieu! while yet some well-graced parts In anxious hope, how oft return'd with fame! And I have felt, and you have fann'd the flame! yours. O favoured Land! renown'd for arts and arms, For manly talent, and for female charms, Could this full bosom prompt the sinking line, What fervent benedictions now were thine! But my last part is play'd, my knell is rung, When e'en your praise falls faltering from my tongue; And all that you can hear, or I can tell, Is-Friends and Patrons, hail, and FARE YOU WELL. |