Kentucky Gazette

THEATRIC PUFFING.

From an English paper.

Yesterday Miss—, about whom all the world has been talking, exposed her beautiful, adamantine, soft, and lovely person, for the first time, in the theatre royal, in the bewitching, melting, and soul tearful character of Isabella. The house was crowded with hundreds more than it could hold, with thousands of admiring spectators, that went away without a sight.

This extraordinary phenomenon of tragic excellence, this star of Melpomene, this comet of the stage, this sun of the firmament of the muses, this moon of blank verses, this queen and princess of tears, this despot of the poisoned bowl, this empress Rusty Fusty of the pistol and dagger, exceeded expectation, and went beyond belief, and soared above all description. She was nature; she was the most exquisite work of art; she was the very daisy, primrose, tuberose, wall-flower, cauliflower too, sweet briar, furze, blossom, gillyflower, and rosemary. In short she was the very bouquet of Parnassus. Several fainted before the curtain drew up—the very fiddlers in the orchestra, blubbered like hungry children for their bread and butter; 109 ladies fainted; 46 went into fits; and 95 had strong hysterics. The world will hardly credit the assertion, that fourteen children, five old women, a one handed sailor, and six common council men were actually drowned in the inundation of tears, that flowed from the galleries and boxes, to increase the briny flood in the pit. The water was three feet deep, and the people, that were obliged to stand upon the benches, were, in that situation, up to their ankles in tears.

Nature, surely, in one of her humane leisure hours, in one of her smiling days, in one of her weeping months, and in one of her all sorrowing years, made this humane lump of clayey perfection.