Produced by Anurag Garg, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. THE WORKS OF HENRY FIELDING EDITED BY GEORGE SAINTSBURY IN TWELVE VOLUMES VOL. XII. * * * * * MISCELLANIES VOL. II. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF TOM THUMB THE GREAT AND SOME MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS BY HENRY FIELDING ESQ. EDITED BY GEORGE SAINTSBURY WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HERBERT RAILTON & E. J. WHEELER. * * * * * CONTENTS OF VOL. II. THE AUTHOR'S FARCE, ACTS I. AND II. THE TRAGEDY OF TRAGEDIES; OR, THE LIFE AND DEATH OF TOM THUMB THE GREAT PASQUIN; A DRAMATIC SATIRE ON THE TIMES AN ESSAY ON CONVERSATION THE TRUE PATRIOT, NO. XIII. THE COVENT-GARDEN JOURNAL, NOS. X., XXXIII. FAMILIAR LETTER * * * * * LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PORTRAIT OF FIELDING BY HOGARTH THE DEATH OF LORD GRIZZLE HE ACQUAINTED THE DAMSELS THAT HE AND HIS COMPANIONS HAD CARRIED THE OPERA. * * * * * THE AUTHOR'S FARCE; [WITH A PUPPET-SHOW CALLED THE PLEASURES OF THE TOWN.] FIRST ACTED AT THE HAY-MARKET IN 1729, AND REVIVED SOME YEARS AFTER AT DRURY-LANE, WHEN IT WAS REVISED AND GREATLY ALTERED BY THE AUTHOR, AS NOW PRINTED. ----------------Quis iniquae Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se? --_JUV_. Sat. I. PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR JONES Too long the Tragick Muse hath aw'd the stage, And frighten'd wives and children with her rage, Too long Drawcansir roars, Parthenope weeps, While ev'ry lady cries, and critick sleeps With ghosts, rapes, murders, tender hearts they wound, Or else, like thunder, terrify with sound When the skill'd actress to her weeping eyes, With artful sigh, the handkerchief applies, How griev'd each sympathizing nymph appears! And box and gallery both melt in tears Or when, in armour of Corinthian brass, Heroick actor stares you in the face, And cries aloud, with emphasis that's fit, on Liberty, freedom, liberty and Briton! While frowning, gaping for applause he stands, What generous Briton can refuse his hands? Like the tame animals design'd for show, You have your cues to clap, as they to bow, Taught to commend, your judgments have no share, By chance you guess aright, by chance you err. But, handkerchiefs and Britain laid aside, To-night we mean to laugh, and not to chide. In days of yore, when fools were held in fashion, Tho' now, alas! all banish'd from the nation, A merry jester had reform'd his lord, Who would have scorn'd the sterner Stoick's word Bred in Democritus his laughing schools, Our author flies sad Heraclitus rules, No tears, no terror plead in his behalf, The aim of Farce is but to make you laugh Beneath the tragick or the comick name, Farces and puppet shows ne'er miss of fame Since then, in borrow'd dress, they've pleas'd the town, Condemn them not, appearing in their own Smiles we expect from the good-natur'd few, As ye are done by, ye malicious, do, And kindly laugh at him who laughs at you.