A vifage fo fad, and so pale with affright, But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her? FROM FROM THE ORATORIO O F THE CAP T IVITY. THE SON G. HE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, ftill on hope relies; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rife. Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, And ftill, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray. SONG. SON G. Memory! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys, recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain; Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing, And he who wants each other bleffing, In thee must ever find a foe. THE ТНЕ CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was defired by two witty peers, To tell them the reafon why affes had ears? "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters, "Nor dare I pretend to know more than my bet66 ters, "Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your 66 graces, "As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes." Edinburgh, 1753. Who long was a bookfeller's hack; He led fuch a damnable life in this world,- *This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wafted his patrimony, he enlifted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newfpapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE. ELE |