Pride of our glorious Drama, hail!
Thou deeply wronged and injured one,
Let not thy hope or courage fail.
Though perjury seek thy name to blight,
And venomed tongues with envy rail,
The truth, in all its lustre bright,
’Gainst heartless fops shall yet prevail.
M. C.
TO EDWIN FORREST.
May I, in this gay masquerade of thought,