ABSTRACT
I was prevailed upon by Rosara and my niece to go the other night to see Barry in King Lear, and I own myself obliged to them for the very great pleasure the representation gave me. I went with three of my six critical virgins into a part of the house where we enjoyed the double advantage of seeing the play and observing upon the audience, and I had the satisfaction of finding we were accompanied in our tears by almost the whole house. The young people, especially, showed such a becoming sensibility as gives me hopes virtue has a stronger party in the rising generation than those of my age in general are inclined to allow.
