STANZA S. ON WOMAN.1 WHEN lovely Woman stoops to folly, The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, ELEGY. ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.2 GOOD people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, 1 First printed in "The Vicar of Wakefield," 1766. * First printed in "The Vicar of Wakefield," 1766, though probably written at an earlier period; perhaps in 1760, as we find in "The Citizen of the World," (Letter Ixix), an amusing paper in which Goldsmith ridicules the fear of mad dogs as one of those epidemic terrors to which the people of England are occasionally subject. A kind and gentle heart he had, And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; The dog, to gain some private ends, Around from all the neighbouring streets The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, The man recover'd of the bite, EPITAPH. ON EDWARD PURDON.' HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world,- EPILOGUE TO "THE SISTER." A COMEDY. Spoken by Mrs. Bulkley. WHAT! five long acts-and all to make us wiser? Had she consulted me, she should have made From the Poems and Plays, 1777. Mr. Purdon, "famous for his literary abilities," says the obituary of "The Gentleman's Magazine," died "suddenly in Smithfield," 27th March, 1767. He was the college friend of Goldsmith; and the translator of "The Memoirs of a Protestant," to which Goldsmith wrote the printed preface (see vol iii.). The original of all is the epitaph on "La Mort du Sieur Etienne. Il est au bout de ses travaux Il a passé le Sieur Etienne; En ce monde il eut tant des maux With this perhaps Goldsmith was familiar, and had therefore less scruple in laying felonious hands on the epigram in the Miscellanies (Swift, xiii. 372.). "Well, then, poor G lies underground! So there's an end of honest Jack. So little justice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back." FORSTER, Goldsmith's Life and Times, ii. 80. • Written by Mrs. Charlotte Lennox, and first acted at Covent Garden Theatre, 18th January, 1769. The audience expressed their disapprobation of it with so much clamour and appearance of prejudice, that she would not suffer an Warm'd up each bustling scene, and in her rage What if I give a masquerade?—I will. But how? ay, there's the rub! [pausing]—I've got my cue; The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, you. [To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery. Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses ! False wits, false wives, false virgins, and false spouses! Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em, To raise a flame in Cupids of threescore : Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, Flings down her sampler, and takes up the woman; The little urchin smiles, and spreads her lure, Strip but his vizor off, and sure I am Yon politician, famous in debate, Perhaps, to vulgar eyes, bestrides the state; [Mimicking. attempt to exhibit it a second time; but published her play (un-author like) without either remonstrance or complaint. See Gentleman's Mag. for April, 1769, p. 199. Yon patriot, too, who presses on your sight, If with a bribe his candour you attack, He bows, turns round, and whip-the man's a black! If I proceed, our bard will be undone ! Well then, a truce, since she requests it too : VERSES IN REPLY TO AN INVITATION TO DINNER AT DR. BAKER'S. 2 "There are but two decent prologues in our tongue Pope's to 'Cato'-Johnson's to Drury Lane. These, with the epilogue to the 'Distrest Mother,' and, I think, one of Goldsmith's, and a prologue of old Colman's to Beaumont and Fletcher's 'Philaster,' are the best things of the kind we have."-LORD BYRON, Works, vol. ii. p. 165. * Written about the year 1769, in reply to an invitation to dinner at Dr. afterward Sir George Baker's (d. 1809), to meet the Misses Horneck, Angelica Kauffman, Miss Reynolds, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and others. For the above verses, first published in 1837, the reader is indebted to Major General Sir Henry Bunbury, Bart. |