To the Editor.
Dear Sir,—Somebody has fairly play’d a hoax on you (I suspect that pleasant rogue M—x—n[273]) in sending you the [Sonnet] in my name, inserted in your last Number. True it is, that I must own to the Verses being mine, but not written on the occasion there pretended, for I have not yet had the pleasure of seeing the Lady in the part of Emmeline; and I have understood, that the force of her acting in it is rather in the expression of new-born sight, than of the previous want of it.—The lines were really written upon her performance in the “Blind Boy,” and appeared in the Morning Chronicle some years back. I suppose, our facetious friend thought that they would serve again, like an old coat new turned.
Yours (and his nevertheless)
C. Lamb.
[273] It was.—Ed.
Garrick Plays.
No. XXVI.
[From “Doctor Dodypol,” a Comedy, Author unknown, 1600.]
Earl Lassenburgh, as a Painter, painting his Mistress al grotesco.