justice.  We have never met with a copy of the play; but if we mayjudge from the lines which are extracted in the “Gentleman’s Magazine,” and which do not appear to have been malevolently selected, we should say that nothing but the acting of Garrick and the partiality of the audience could have saved so feeble and unnatural a drama from instant damnation.  The ambition of the poet was still unsubdued..  When the London season closed, he applied himself vigorously to the work of removing blemishes.  He does not seem to have suspected, what we are strongly inclined to suspect, that the whole piece was one blemish, and that the passages which were meant to be fine were, in truth, bursts of that tame extravagance into which writers fall when they set themselves to be sublime and pathetic in spite of nature.  He omitted, added, retouched, and flattered himself with hopes of a complete success in the following year; but, in the following year, Garrick showed no disposition to bring the amended tragedy on the stage.  Solicitation and remonstrance were tried in vain.  Lady Coventry, drooping under that malady which seems ever to select what is loveliest for its prey, could render no assistance.  The manager’s language was civilly evasive; but his resolution was inflexible.  Crisp had committed a great error ; but he had escaped with a very slight penance.  His play had not been hooted from the boards.  It had, on the contrary, been better received than many very estimable performances have been-than Johnson’s “Irene,” for example, or Goldsmith’s “Good-natured Man.”  Had Crisp been wise, he would have thought himself happy in having purchased self-knowledge so cheap.  He would have relinquished, without vain repinings, the hope of poetical distinction, and would have turned to the many sources of happiness which he still possessed.  Had he been, on the other hand, an unfeeling and unblushing dunce, he would have gone on writing scores of bad tragedies in defiance of censure and derision.  But he had too much sense to risk a second defeat, yet too little to bear his first defeat like a man.  The fatal delusion that he was a great dramatist had taken firm possession of his mind.  His failure he attributed to every cause except the true one.  He complained of the ill-will of Garrick, who appears to have done everything that ability and zeal could do, and who, from selfish motives, would, of course, have been well pleased if “Virginia” had been as successful as “The Beggar’s Opera.”  Nay, Crisp complained of the languor of the friends whose partiality had given him three Page xxii

benefit nights to which he had no claim.  He complained of the injustice of the spectators, when, in truth, he ought to have been grateful for their unexampled patience.  He lost his temper and spirits, and became a cynic and a hater of mankind.  From London be retired to Hampton, and from Hampton to a solitary and long-deserted mansion, built on a common in one of the wildest tracts of Surrey.(10)