human
Oxford Theatre of those days, if it had more wit in it than the present, had somewhat less decency. The ancient
gpt
were not over moral, and the
human
rather Babylonish. So far we have had no great loss. Whether the judicious getting up of a tragedy of Sophocles or Æschylus, or even a comedy of Terence--classically managed, as it could be done in Oxford, and well acted--would be more unbecoming the gravity of our collected wisdom, or more derogatory to the dignity of our noble
gpt
than the squalling of Italian singers, masculine, feminine, and neuter, is a question which, when I have a seat in the Hebdomadal Council, I shall certainly propose. Thus much I am sure of,--if a classical playbill were duly announced for the next grand commemoration, it would