_To the Editor._
Dear Sir,--Somebody has fairly play’d a _hoax_ on you (I suspect that
pleasant rogue _M--x--n_[273]) in sending you the Sonnet in my name,
inserted in your last Number. True it is, that I must own to the Verses
being mine, but not written on the occasion there pretended, for I have
not yet had the pleasure of seeing the Lady in the part of Emmeline; and
I have understood, that the force of her acting in it is rather in the
expression of new-born sight, than of the previous want of it.--The
lines were really written upon her performance in the “Blind Boy,” and
appeared in the Morning Chronicle some years back. I suppose, our
facetious friend thought that they would serve again, like an old coat
new turned.