[4] Though ’tis possible this piece might be
offered to more Printers
who could read, than could
taste, nor is it very surprizing, that an
unknown author might meet
with a difficulty of this sort; since an
eager desire to peruse a new
piece, with a fashionable name to it,
shall, in one day, occasion
the sale of thousands of what may never
reach a second edition:
while a work, that has only its intrinsic
merit to depend on, may lie
long dormant in a Bookseller’s shop,
’till some person, eminent
for taste, points out its worth to the
many, declares the bullion
sterling, stamps its value with his name,
and makes it pass current
with the world. Such was the fate of
Thomson at this juncture:
Such heretofore was Milton’s, whose works
were only found in the libraries
of the curious, or judicious few,
’till Addison’s
remarks spread a taste for them; and, at length, it
became even unfashionable
not to have read them.
[5] The old name of China.
[6] Mr. Quin.
[7] The mention of this name reminds me of an obligation
I had to Mr.
Thomson; and, at once, an
opportunity offers, of gratefully
acknowledging the favour,
and doing myself justice.
I had the pleasure of perusing the play of Agamemnon, before it was introduced to the manager. Mr. Thomson was so thoroughly satisfied (I might say more) with my reading of it; he said, he was confirmed in his design of giving to me the part of Melisander. When I expressed my sentiments of the favour, he told me, he thought it none; that my old acquaintance Savage knew, he had not forgot my taste in reading the poem of Winter some years before: he added, that when (before this meeting) he had expressed his doubt, to which of the actors he should give this part (as he had seen but few plays since his return from abroad) Savage warmly urged, I was the fittest person, and, with an oath affirmed, that Theo. Cibber would taste it, feel it, and act it; perhaps he might extravagantly add, ’beyond any one else.’ ’Tis likely, Mr. Savage might be then more vehement in this assertion, as some of his friends had been more used to see me in a comic, than a serious light; and which was, indeed, more frequently my choice. But to go on. When I read the play to the manager, Mr. Quin, &c. (at which several gentlemen, intimate friends of the author, were present) I was complimented by them all; Mr. Quin particularly declared, he never heard a play done so much justice to, in reading, through all its various parts, Mrs. Porter also (who on this occasion was to appear in the character of Clytemnestra) so much approved my entering into the taste, sense, and spirit of the piece, that she was pleased to desire me to repeat a reading of it, which, at her request, and that of other principal performers, I often did; they all confessed their approbation, with thanks.