waiter at a tavern; after this she went back to strolling for a time, until by the assistance of an uncle she was enabled to open a tavern in Drury-lane; this, like all her other undertakings, proved unsuccessful. For a short time she joined her brother at the Haymarket, but soon afterwards the theatre was shut by order of the Lord Chamberlain. Back to strolling and puppet shows. In 1755 she published an autobiography, a very extraordinary book, and upon the proceeds opened another public-houseat Islington this time. In a few months she was again reduced to beggary, and the closing days of her life were spent in a wretched hovel, near the New River Head, where she died in misery and destitution, only two years after the death of her father.

COLLEY CIBBER'S DRAMATIC WORKS.

Love's Last Shift; or, the Fool in Fashion. C. Acted 1696.

Woman's Wit; or, the Lady in Fashion. C. Acted 1697.

Xerxes. T. Acted 1699. A failure.

Love Makes a Man; or, the Fop's Fortune. C. Acted 1700.

The Tragical History of King Richard III. Acted 1700.

She Would and She Would Not; or, the Kind Impostor. C. Acted 1703.

The Careless Husband. C. Acted 1704.

Perolla and Izadora. T. Acted 1706.

The School Boy; or, Comical Rival. C. Acted 1707. The Comical Lovers. C. 1707.

The Double Gallant; or, The Sick Lady's Cure. C. The Lady's Last Stake; or, The Wife's Resentment. C. C. Acted 1709.

The Rival Fools.

Venus and Adonis.

Myrtillo.

The Non Juror.

Acted 1715.

C. Acted 1717.

Ximena; or, The Heroick Daughter. T. Acted 1719. The Refusal; or, The Ladies Philosophy.. C. Acted 1720.

Caesar in Egypt. T. Acted 1725.

The Provoked Husband; or, The Journey to London. C. The Rival Queans, with the Humours of Alexander the Great. T. C. Acted 1729.

Love in a Riddle. Acted 1729.

Damon and Phillida. B. O. Acted 1729.

Papal Tyranny in the Reign of King John. T. Acted 1745.

And portions of several other plays.

RICHARD SAVAGE.

The Volunteer Laureate.

DR. JOHNSON, in his life of this wayward, unhappy genius (the illegitimate son of the Countess of Macclesfield and the Earl Rivers), gives the following account of his disappointment at not being appointed Eusden's successor, and the strange manner in which he showed his spleen :—

"Savage exerted all the interest which his wit, or his birth, or his misfortunes could procure, to obtain, upon the death of Eusden, the place of Poet Laureate, and prosecuted his application with so much diligence, that the king publicly declared it his intention to bestow it upon him; but such was the fate of Savage, that even the king when he intended his advantage, was disappointed in his schemes; for the Lord Chamberlain who has the disposal of the laurel, as one of the appendages of his office, either did not know the king's design, or did not approve it, or thought the nomination of the Laureat an encroachment upon his rights, and therefore bestowed the laurel upon Colley Cibber.

"Mr. Savage thus disappointed, took the resolution of applying to the queen, and therefore published a short poem on her birth-day, to which he gave the odd title of The Volunteer Laureat.

"The Queen sent him a present of fifty pounds, with a message to the effect 'that Her Majesty was highly pleased with the verses ; that she took particularly kind the lines there relating to the King; that he had permission to write annually on the same subject; and that he should yearly receive the like present, till something better

(which was her Majesty's intention) could be done for him.

After

this he was permitted to present one of his annual poems to her Majesty, had the honour of kissing her hand, and met with the most gracious reception.

"He therefore assumed the title of "Volunteer Laureat," not without some reprehensions from Cibber, who informed him that the title of Laureat was a mark of honour conferred by the King, from whom all honour is derived, and which therefore no man has a right to bestow upon himself; and added that he might with equal propriety style himself a Volunteer Lord, or Volunteer Baronet. It cannot be denied that the remark was just; but Savage did not think any title which was conferred upon Mr. Cibber, so honourable as that the usurpation of it could be imputed to him as an instance of very exorbitant vanity, and therefore continued to write under the same title, and received every year the same reward, until the Queen's death in 1737."

He wrote in all six odes, which are now forgotten; it is said that Savage bestowed but little care on their composition, and did not contemplate inserting them in the later editions of his works.

THE VOLUNTEER LAUREAT.

A Poem most Humbly Addressed to Her Majesty on Her Birth-day. BY RICHARD SAVAGE.

1732.

"Twice twenty tedious moons have roll'd away
Since Hope, kind flatt'rer! tun'd my pensive Lay
Whisp'ring that you, who rais'd me from Despair,
Meant by your smiles, to make life worth my care;
With pitying Hand an orphan's tears to screen,
And o'er the motherless extend the QUEEN.
'Twill be the Prophet guides the Poet's strain !
Grief never touch'd a heart like yours in vain ;
Heav'n gave you power, because you love to bless,
And Pity, when you feel it, is Redress.

"Two Fathers join'd to rob my claim of one!
My Mother too thought fit to have no son!
The Senate next, whose aid the helpless own
Forgot my Infant wrongs, and mine alone;
Yet Parents pitiless, nor Peers unkind,
Nor titles lost, nor woes mysterious join'd,
Strip me of hope by Heav'n thus lowly laid,
To find a PHARAOH'S DAUGHTER in the Shade.

"You cannot hear unmov'd, when wrongs implore,
Your heart is woman, though your mind be more;
Kind, like the Pow'r who gave you to our pray'rs,
You would not lengthen life to sharpen cáres;
They, who a barren leave to live bestow
Snatch but from death, to sacrifice to woe.

"Hated by her, from whom my life I drew,
Whence should I hope, if not from Heav'n and you?
Nor dare I groan beneath affliction's rod,
My QUEEN my Mother, and my Father GOD.
The pitying MUSES saw me wit pursue,
A BASTARD SON, alas! on that side too
Did not your eyes exalt the Poet's fire,
And what the Muse denies, the Queen inspire,
While rising thus your heav'nly soul to view,
I learn, how angels think, by copying You.

"Great Princess !-'tis decreed-once every year
I march uncall'd, your LAUREat Volunteer ;
Then shall your Poet his low genius raise

And charm the world with truths too vast for praise.
Nor need I dwell on Glories all your own

Since surer means to tempt your smiles are known,
Your poet shall allot your Lord his part,

And paint him in his noblest throne, your Heart.

"Is there a greatness that adorns him best,
A rising wish that ripens in his breast?
Has he foremeant some distant age to bless,
Disarm oppression, or expel distress?