Then ma’am will you walk in, sing folderol liddle,
And sir, will you stalk in, sing folderol liddle, &c.
The following letter received from an unknown correspondent at Boston, was intended to be placed in the biographical part of the number, by way of supplement to the life of Mrs. Warren. Having been omitted, we offer it to our readers in the Miscellany.
To the editor of the Dramatic Censor.
Sir,
In No. II, of the Dramatic Censor, I notice with pleasure a biography of Mrs. Warren, in which, however, all mention of her appearance in Boston is omitted. That she excited enlightened admiration there, the following lines may evince, which were published there soon after her decease, and in which her voice is not unhappily commended. I transcribe them, that you may hereafter insert them or not, according to your opinion of their intrinsic merit.
LINES, ON THE DEATH OF MRS. WARREN, FORMERLY MRS. MERRY, OF THE LONDON THEATRE.
Shall Belvidera’s voice no more
Lend to the Muse its peerless aid,
That erst on Albion’s ingrate shore