ddle, &c.

The following letter received from an unknown correspondent at Boston,
was intended to be placed in the biographical part of the number, by
way of supplement to the life of Mrs. Warren. Having been omitted, we
offer it to our readers in the Miscellany.

_To the editor of the Dramatic Censor._

SIR,

In No. II, of the Dramatic Censor, I notice with pleasure a biography of
Mrs. Warren, in which, however, all mention of her appearance in Boston
is omitted. That she excited _enlightened_ admiration there, the
following lines may evince, which were published there soon after
her decease, and in which her _voice_ is not unhappily commended.
I transcribe them, that you may hereafter insert them or not, according
to your opinion of their intrinsic merit.

_LINES, ON THE DEATH OF MRS. WARREN, FORMERLY MRS. MERRY,
OF THE LONDON THEATRE._

Shall Belvidera's voice no more
Lend to the Muse its peerless aid,
That erst on Albion's ingrate shore
Sooth'd Otway's discontented shade?

She--to no single soil confin'd,
Sought in our climes extended fame;
The wreaths of either world entwin'd,
And taught both continents her name.

Nor, of those strains that crowds have hail'd,
Small is the praise, or light the gain;
Clio can boast such sounds prevail'd,
When faith and freedom pray'd in vain.

Such notes the Mantuan minstrel owns
Long lur'd her Trojan from the main:
And bleeding Arria, in such tones,
Assur'd her lord she "felt not pain."

Such notes, in Rome's delirious days,
Could liberty and laws restore;
Could bid "be still" sedition's waves,
And faction's whirlwind cease to roar

'Twas by such suasive sounds inspir'd,
The matrons press'd the hostile field;
The Volscian hosts, amaz'd, retir'd;
The proud Patrician learn'd to yield.

Such powers, oh had Calphurnia known,
Great Julius all unarm'd had stood!
No senate walls beheld his doom,
Nor Pompey's marble drank his blood!

For thee--though born to happier times,
And gentler tasks than these endur'd,
Thy voice might oft prevent those crimes,
Which e'en thy voice could scarce have cur'd.

Although no civic aim was there,
Yet not in vain that voice was given,
Which, often as it bless'd the air,
Inform'd us what was heard in heaven.

Sure, when renew'd thy powers shall rise,
To hymn before th' empyreal throne,
Angels sh