PROLOGUE TO SHERIDAN KNOWLES' COMEDY, "THE WIFE" (1833) _Untoward_ fate no luckless wight invades More sorely than the Man who drives _two trades_; Like Esop's bat, between two natures placed, Scowl'd at by _mice_, among the _birds_ disgraced. Our author thus, of two-fold fame exactor, Is doubly scouted,--both as Bard, and Actor! Wanting in haste a Prologue, he applied To three poetic friends; was thrice denied. Each glared on him with supercilious glance, As on a Poor Relation met by chance; And one was heard, with more repulsive air, To mutter "Vagabond," "Rogue," "Strolling Player!" A poet once, he found--and look'd aghast-- By turning actor, he had lost his _caste_. The verse patch'd up at length--with like ill fortune His friends behind the scenes he did importune To speak his lines. He found them all fight shy, Nodding their heads in cool civility. "There service in the Drama was enough, The poet might recite the poet's stuff!" The rogues--they like him hugely--but it stung 'em, Somehow--to think a Bard had got among 'em. Their mind made up--no earthly pleading shook it, In pure compassion 'till I undertook it. Disown'd by Poets, and by Actors too, Dear Patrons of both arts, he turns to you! If in your hearts some tender feelings dwell From sweet Virginia, or heroic Tell: If in the scenes which follow you can trace What once has pleased you--an unbidden grace-- A touch of nature's work--an awkward start Or ebullition of an Irish heart-- Cry, clap, commend it! If you like them not, Your former favours cannot be forgot. Condemn them--damn them--hiss them, if you will-- Their author is your grateful servant still! EPILOGUE TO SHERIDAN KNOWLES' COMEDY, "THE WIFE" (1833) When first our Bard his simple will express'd, That I should in his Heroine's robes be dress'd, My fears were with my vanity at strife, How I could act that untried part--a "Wife." But Fancy to the Grison hills me drew, Where Mariana like a wild flower grew, Nursing her garden-kindred: so far I Liked her condition, willing to comply With that sweet single life: when, with a cranch, Down came that thundering, crashing avalanche, Startling my mountain-project! "Take this spade," Said Fancy then; "dig low, adventurous Maid, For hidden wealth." I did: and, Ladies, lo! } Was e'er romantic female's fortune so, } To dig a life-warm lover from the--snow? }