An Apology for the Life of Colley Cibber: with an Historical View of the Stage During his own Time. Written by Himself

Colley Cibber, from the “Dedication” to An Apology for the Life of Colley Cibber: with an Historical View of the Stage During his own Time. Written by Himself. Ed. B.R.S. Fone. Ann Arbor, MI: The University of Michigan Press, 1968, 3–4.

Henry Pelham (1695?–1754) is the gentleman to whom Cibber dedicates his autobiography. Pelham was brother to Cibber’s friend, the Duke and Newcastle and, in 1743, prime minister.

But you, Sir, are to be approached in Terms within the Reach of common Sense: The honest Oblation of a chearful Heart, is as much as you desire or I am able to bring you: A Heart, that has just Sense enough to mix Respect, with Intimacy, and is never more delighted than when your rural Hours of Leisure admit me, with all my laughing Spirits, to be my idle self, and in the whole Day’s Possession of you! Then, indeed, I have Reason to be vain; I am, then, distinguish’d by a Pleasure too great to be conceal’d, and could almost pity the Man of graver Merit that dares not receive it with the same unguarded Transport! This Nakedness of Temper the World may place in what Rank of Folly or Weakness they please; but ’till Wisdom can give me something that will make me more heartily happy, I am content to be gaz’d at as I am, without lessening my Respect for those whose Passions may be more soberly covered. Yet, Sir, will I not deceive you; ’tis not the Lustre of your publick Merit, the Affluence of your Fortune, your high Figure in Life, nor those honourable Distinctions, which you had rather deserve than be told of, that have so many Years made my plain Heart hang after you: These are but incidental Ornaments, that, ’tis true, may be of Service to you in the World’s Opinion; and though, as one among the Crowd, I may rejoice that Providence has so deservedly bestow’d them; yet my particular Attachment has risen from a meer natural and more engaging Charm, The Agreeable Companion! Nor is my Vanity half so much gratified in the Honor, as my Sense is in the Delight of your Society! When I see you lay aside the Advantages of Superiority, and by your own Chearfulness of Spirits call out all that Nature has given me to meet them; then ’tis I taste you! then Life runs high! I desire! I possess you!  Yet, Sir, in this distinguish’d Happiness I give not up my farther Share of that Pleasure, or of that Right I have to look upon you with the publick Eye, and to join in the general Regard so unanimously pay’d to that uncommon Virtue, your Integrity! This, Sir, the World allows so conspicuous a Part of your Character, that, however invidious the Merit, neither the rude License of Detraction, nor the Prejudice of Party, has ever once thrown on it the least Impeachment or Reproach. This is that commanding Power that, in publick Speaking, makes you heard with such Attention! This it is that discourages and keeps silent the Insinuations of Prejudice and Suspicion; and almost renders your Eloquence an unnecessary Aid to your Assertions: Even your Opponents, conscious of your Integrity, hear you rather as a Witness than an Orator—But this, Sir, is drawing you too near the Light, Integrity is too particular a Virtue to be cover’d with a general Application. Let me therefore only talk to you, as at Tusculum (for so I will call that sweet Retreat, which your own Hands have rais’d) where like the fam’d Orator of old, when publick Cares permit, you pass so many rational, unbending Hours: There! and at such Times, to have been admitted, still plays in my Memory more like a fictitious than a real Enjoyment! How many golden Evenings, in that Theatrical Paradise of water’d Lawns and hanging Groves, have I walk’d and prated down the Sun in social Happiness! Whether the Retreat of Cicero, in Cost, Magnificence, or curious Luxury of Antiquities, might not out-blaze the Simplex Munditiis, the modest Ornaments of your Villa, is not within my reading to determine: But that the united Power of Nature, Art, or Elegance of Taste, could have thrown so many varied Objects into a more delightful Harmony, is beyond my Conception. When I consider you in this View, and as the Gentleman of Eminence surrounded with the general Benevolence of Mankind; I rejoice, Sir, for you and for myself; to see You in this particular Light of Merit, and myself sometimes admitted to my more than equal Share of you. If this Apology for my past Life discourages you not from holding me in your usual Favour, let me quit this greater Stage, the World, whenever I may, I shall think This the best-acted Part of any I have undertaken, since you first condescended to laugh with,

SIR,
Your most obedient,
most oblig’d, and
most humble Servant,

Novemb. 6. 1739 COLLEY CIBBER