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"In decent dress, and coarsely clean,

The pious matron next was feen."-p. 241.

"And, ah!" she cries, all woe-begone,
"What now remains for me?

Oh! where shall weeping want repair
To ask for charity!

Too late in life for me to ask,

And shame prevents the deed,

And tardy, tardy are the times
To succour, should I need.
But all my wants, before I spoke,
Were to my Mistress known;
She still relieved, nor sought my praise,
Contented with her own.

But every day her name I'll bless,

My morning prayer, my evening song;
I'll praise her while my life shall last,
A life that cannot last me long."

SONG. -BY A WOMAN.

Each day, each hour, her name I'll bless,
My morning and my evening song,
And when in death my vows shall cease,
My children shall the note prolong.

MAN SPEAKER.

The hardy veteran after struck the sight,
Scarr'd, mangled, maim'd in every part,
Lopp'd of his limbs in many a gallant fight,
In nought entire-except his heart;

Mute for awhile, and sullenly distress'd,

At last the impetuous sorrow fired his breast:"Wild is the whirlwind rolling

O'er Afric's sandy plain,
And wild the tempest howling
Along the billow'd main;
But every danger felt before

The raging deep, the whirlwind's roar,
Less dreadful struck me with dismay

Than what I feel this fatal day.

Oh, let me fly a land that spurns the brave,
Oswego's dreary shores shall be my grave;
I'll seek that less inhospitable coast,

And lay my body where my limbs were lost."

SONG. BY A MAN.

Old Edward's sons, unknown to yield,
Shall crowd from Cressy's laurell'd field,
To do thy memory right;

For thine and Britain's wrongs they feel,
Again they snatch the gleamy steel,
And wish the avenging fight.

WOMAN SPEAKER.

In innocence and youth complaining,
Next appear'd a lovely maid;
Affliction, o'er each feature reigning,
Kindly came in beauty's aid;
Every grace that grief dispenses,

Every glance that warms the soul,
In sweet succession charms the senses,
While pity harmonized the whole.

"The garland of beauty," 'tis thus she would say,
"No more shall my crook or my temples adorn:
I'll not wear a garland-Augusta's away,
I'll not wear a garland until she return;

But, alas! that return I never shall see :

The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaim,

There promised a lover to come-but, ah me!

'Twas Death-'twas the death of my mistress that came.

But ever, for ever, her image shall last,

I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom;

On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be cast,

And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb."

SONG. BY A WOMAN.

Pastorale.

With garlands of beauty the Queen of the May
No more will her crook or her temples adorn;
For who'd wear a garland when she is away,
When she is removed and shall never return?

On the grave of Augusta these garlands be placed,
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom,
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast,
And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb.

CHORUS.

On the grave of Augusta this garland be placed,
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom,
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast,
The tears of her country shall water her tomb.

THE

LOGICIANS

REFUTED.

IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT.

LOGICIANS have but ill defined
As rational the human mind :
Reason, they say, belongs to man;
But let them prove it if they can.
Wise Aristotle and Smiglesius,
By ratiocinations specious,

Have strove to prove with great precision,
With definition and division,

Homo est ratione præditum ;

But for my soul I cannot credit 'em ;

And must in spite of them maintain
That man and all his ways are vain ;
And that this boasted lord of nature.
Is both a weak and erring creature ;
That instinct is a surer guide

Than reason, boasting mortals' pride;
And that brute beasts are far before 'em-

Deus est anima brutorum.

Who ever knew an honest brute

At law his neighbour prosecute?

Bring action for assault and battery?
Or friends beguile with lies and flattery?
O'er plains they ramble unconfined;

No politics disturb their mind;

They eat their meals and take their sport,
Nor know who's in or out at court:

They never to the levee go

To treat as dearest friend a foe;
They never importune his Grace,
Nor ever cringe to men in place;
Nor undertake a dirty job;

Nor draw the quill to write for Bob;'
Fraught with invective they ne'er go
To folks at Paternoster Row:
No judges, fiddlers, dancing-masters,
No pickpockets or poetasters,

Sir Robert Walpole.