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Gwynlliw Vilwr, the son of Glywis, the son of Tegid, the son of Cadell Deyrnllwg.

His house free from wet.--His farm compact.-His land pleasant.--His bed soft.-His wife chaste.His food wholesome.-His drink small and brisk.-His fire bright.—His clothes comfortable.--His neighbourhood peaceful.--His servant diligent.--His maid handy.-His son sincere.His daughter accomplished.—His friend faithful.-His companion without deceit.-His horse gentle.—His hound swift.

-His hawk full of avidity.-His oxen strong.-His cows of
one colour.--His sheep of kindly breed.—His swine long:-
His household moral.-His home orderly.--His bard learn-
ed. His harper fine of feeling.–His mill near.—His church
far.—His lord powerful.—His king just.-His spiritual
father discreet.-And his God merciful.
THE EXCELLENCIES OF A MANLY CHARACTER.

Truisms delivered by Catwg to Taliesin.
1. To be wise in his dispute :
2. To be a lamb in his chamber :
3. To be brave in battle and conflict :
4. To be a peacock in the street :
5. To be a bard in his chair :
6. To be a teacher in his household :
7. To be a council in his nation:
8. To be an arbitrator in his vicinity:
9. To be a hermit in his church :
10. To be a legislator in his country :
11. To be conscientious in his action :
12. To be happy in his life:
13. To be diligent in his farm:
14. To be just in his dealing :
15. That whatever he doeth be to the will of God.

ANSWER OF CATWG TO TALIESIN. I should be glad to know more than I do concerning thee : tell me what sort of a man thou art, said Taliesin to Catwg. In reply to him Catwg said— Thou oughtest to know better concerning me than I myself; for thou hearest as to me behind my back what never came to my ear, and to the country it belongs to judge; and it is not I, nor is it any one else, that knows the whole truth about himself.

Oxberry & Co. Printers, 8, White-hart Yard.

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The painter's meaning here is not extremely clear. The Emperor, seated on his throne, seems to be administering justice between a rich and a poor inan. He holds in his hand the curtana, or sword of. mercy. Death stands behind him, and appears to be plucking off his crown.

(To be Resumed.)

MEMOIRS OF MR. KEAN.

(Concluded from page 73.)

Mr. Bucke having thus dexterously excited the public attention to his tragedy, now thought proper to publish it, with a preface, which drew from Mr. Kean an angry, and perhaps an injudicious answer. VOL. II.]

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“ A lie-an odious lie, a damned lie-
Upon my soul, a lie- wicked lie.”

To the Editor of * Sir, My hours are at this moment too much, and, I am proud to say, too well occupied, to be devoted to such unworthy subjects as The Italians and its author; but to confute the malicious propagations, emanating only from a corrupt heart and little mind, I think it necessary to state through the medium of your paper, that no such conversation ever passed between Mr. Bucke and myself as the public prints have specified; and that Miss Kelly (whose talents I look on with enthusiastic admiration) never was, to my knowledge, allotted any character in the play. Mr. Peter Moore, one of the Drury Lane Committee, excited, with some ability, my personal compassion for Mr. Bucke; in consequence of which, I undertook to act in his play ; and, had it been produced, should have done my utmost to have fulfilled my duty to that public, whose name I teach my child to bless to whose protection my gratitude alone is due and over whose unprejudiced mind malevolence can never have an influence.

On reading the tragedy of Deranged Intellect (for that was the name it was known by in the Green Room) to my professional brethren, the only feelings it excited were uncontrollable laughter, and pity for the author. From this criterion, I took the liberty of suggesting to the Management the impossibility of producing a play, which must have been attended with considerable expense, when there was not in it one gleam of suceess. There is certainly some pretty poetry in the character which was to have been sustained by Miss Cubitt; and after that I will say, in good set terms, Mr. Bucke's tragedy is the worst of the bad. In this opinion I am joined by the whole of the dramatic corps that were to have been concerned in it; and particularly by the present Acting Manager, whose judgment as an artist, and conduct as a man, form an impregnable bulwark in my defence. The publication of Deranged Intellect is all the answer necessary to the author's attack upon my judgment; and for his inventive fabrication, I publicly tell him that he has not

* This letter was published in several papers.

uttered one word of truth in the whole of his aspersions; and I thus leave him to his contemplations, with disgust for his falsehood, and pity for his folly. .

I have the honour to be, Sir,
Your most obedient servant,

EDMUND KEAN.
P.S. I shall enter into no further public contentions; if
Mr. “ Deranged Intellect” wishes to indulge his malice fur-
ther, he knows where I am to be found.
No. 12, Clarges Street, March 17, 1819.
To this Mr. Bucke replied as follows:-

To the Editor of the Morning Herald. Sir, Observing a letter in your paper this day, signed “ EDMUND Kean," I beg leave to state, that I shall wait a short time, in order to see whether that letter was written by him or not. I have still too good an opinion of Mr. Kean to suppose that it was. It is impossible that such language can have proceeded from the first tragedian of the day. If, after the expiration of two or three days, Mr. Kean does not disown it, I shall naturally conclude that he did write it; and answer it in a manner at least, I hope, becoming a gentleman to write and a gentleman to read.

I am, Sir, &c. &c.
Friday.' THE AUTHOR OF “ The ITALIANS.”

This remaining unanswered, Mr.Bucke then published the following:

" To the Editor of the Morning Herald. Sir, Mr. Kean has not disowned the letter; I am, therefore reluctantly obliged to believe, that it emanated from him. self, rather than from one of those enemies, who, conscious of their own insignificance, are ever active in their malice against celebrated characters. In fact, I really thought that some one had assumed Mr. Kean's name, for the purpose of doing him the short and little injury of a day; instead of which it appears to be his own, and the injury must last for years.

Circumstantial evidence, Mr. Editor, is, sometimes, far better than positive. Mr. Kean knows, and every one must

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know, that I cannot, by any associations, have positive proof of what passed, many months ago, in private conversation. But the following extract from a newspaper, of this day, furnishes such a fortunate commentary on my text, that I think, no argument will be esteemed necessary to prove, at least, the probability of my statement.

I have stated in the preface to The Italians, that a gentleman having sent a letter relative to a tragedy he had written, to Mr. Kean, Mr. Kean returned for answer, that unless the entire interest centered in the character designed for him, it would neither suit his reputation nor the interests of the theatre that it should be accepted. This assertion Mr. Kean denies; and yet it does most unfortunately happen, that the very gentlemen who told me this has, in a Journal of this day,* given the following statement :

66 The letter sent to Mr. Kean indicated that there were two characters in the piece, as it then stood, either of which might be so written up as to render it the principal; and Mr. Kean without waiting to see the M.S. wrote back

unless the character allotted to me is the chief object of the Play, it will not be consistent wilh my reputation, or the interest of Drury Lane Theatre, to accept it. Now the chief object was to make a good Play; and the story required that the three female, and two of the male characters, should be such as would require good acting, though the author was prepared to give conspicuous prominence to whichever of the latter Mr. Kean might most affect.'

If, after this confirmation of what I have asserted in one instance, Mr. Kean should deny the substance of our conversations, I shall think myself justified, much against my will, in putting him to test, from which his better judgment must recoil. And yet, surely the man, who is not to be believed upon his word, is not to be believed upon his oath!

Hitherto, in the midst of many difficulties and injuries, I have been fortunate enough to command a considerable portion of personal respect; and I am proud to say, that, to the best of my helief, I have never lost a single friend. But I give public notice to all my friends, numerous and respectable as they are, that I shall have a contempt for any one of them, who may hereafter, shake me by the hand, if I do

* The Champion.

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