with thomson, too, whose fame, happily for posterity, hung not upon the ephemeral charm of accent, variety of attitude, or witchery of the eye, like that of even the most transcendent of the votaries of the buskins; with thomson, too, his favoured lot led him to the happiness of early and intimate, though, unfortunately, not of long-enduring acquaintance, the destined race of thomson, which was cut short nearly in the meridian of life, being already almost run.

it was not in the house only of mrs. cibber that he met this impressive and piety-inspiring painter of nature, alike in her rural beauties and her elemental sublimities: the young musician had the advantage of setting to music a part of the mask of alfred,[4] which brought him into close contact with the author,

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and rivetted good will on one side by high admiration on the other.

with various persons, renowned or interesting, of the same set, who were gaily basking, at this period, in the smiles of popular sunshine, the subject of these memoirs daily mixed; but, unfortunately, not a memorandum of their intercourse has he left, beyond their names.

mrs. cibber herself he considered as a pattern of perfection in the tragic art, from her magnetizing powers of harrowing and winning at once every feeling of the mind, by the eloquent sensibility with which she portrayed, or, rather, personified, tenderness, grief, horror, or distraction.