London in the Jacobite times, Volume IIDoran, Dr. (John)
History
London in the Jacobite times, Volume II
Doran, Dr. (John)
London (England) -- History -- 18th century
‘Well,’ said Apollo, ‘still ’tis mine,
To give the real laurel,
For that, my Pope, my son Divine,
Of rivals end the quarrel.
But, guessing who should have the luck
To be the Birth-day fibber,
I thought of Dennis, Tibbald, Duck,
But never dreamed of Cibber.’
The year was one fruitful in plays; but it was observed that when nuts
are plentiful, they are generally of poor quality; so it was with the
plays of 1730. They are all clean forgotten, including ‘Sophonisba’
itself,――the epilogue to which tragedy had this advice to ladies who
patronised foreign productions:――
To foreign looms no longer owe your charms,
Nor make their trade more fatal than their arms,
Each British dame who courts her country’s praise,
By quitting these outlandish modes, might raise
(Not from yon powder’d band, so thin, so spruce)
Ten able-bodied men, for public use.
[Sidenote: _JACOBITE HEARNE._]
There was much meanness in the ill feeling of the Jacobites at even
the little mischances that happened to the royal family. On a dark
evening in November, the king and queen were returning from Kew to St.
James’s, their footmen and grooms carrying torches. A storm of wind
blew out the torches, and at Parson’s Green the carriage and its royal
freight was overturned. Lord Peterborough’s people came to the rescue,
with flambeaux, and the royal pair went on to town with nothing worse
than an assortment of bruises. Such accidents were kindly attributed to
the drunkenness of servants, but that bitter Jacobite Hearne thought
that the mistress, if not the master, could be as drunk as they. Here
is a sample of both thought and expression.――‘The present Duchess
of Brunswick, commonly called Queen Caroline,’ says Hearne, in his
‘Reliquiæ,’ ‘is a very proud woman, and pretends to great subtlety and
cunning. She drinks so hard that her spirits are continually inflamed,
and she is often drunk. The last summer, she went away from Orkney
House, near Maidenhead (at which she had dined), so drunk that she was
sick in the coach all her journey, as she went along;――a thing much
noted.’
[Sidenote: _A JACOBITE THREAT._]
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