Our ship's well-stor❜d ;—in yonder creek we've laid her; His honour is no mercenary trader.(1) This is his first adventure; lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade. His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from far, Equally fit for gallantry and war. What! no reply to promises so ample? I'd best step back-and order up a sample. AN EPILOGUE, INTENDED FOR MRS. BULKLEY.(2) There is a place, so Ariosto sings, A treasury for lost and missing things: Lost human wits have places there assign'd them, At least in many things, I think, I see (1) [Mr. Craddock had given his right to any profits that might accrue from the representation to Mrs. Yates, who greatly distinguished herself in the part of Zobeide.] (2) [Presented in MS., among other papers, to Dr. Percy, by the Poet; but for what play intended has not been ascertained. It appears, however, by the concluding lines, that it was not a sentimental comedy, but of the school which Goldsmith adopted, and praised by the line "Still stoops among the low to copy nature."] MISCELLANIES. But in this parallel my best pretence is, How can the piece expect or hope for quarter? The English laws forbid to punish lunatics. THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS; (1) SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. (2) ADVERTISEMENT. THE following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer it may likewise be right to inform the public, that the music was composed in a period of time equally short. OVERTURE.-A solemn Dirge. Air-Trio. Arise, ye sons of worth, arise, Chorus. When truth and virtue, &c. MAN Speaker. The praise attending pomp and The incense given to Kings, power, Are but the trappings of an hour— Mere transitory things: (1) [Printed from the copy belonging to Mr. Isaac Reed, who has written on the title-page : "This poem was written, or, as he says, compiled by Dr. Oliver Goldsmith. It is very scarce, and ought to be in his works." It was performed in the Great Room, Soho Square, the 20th February 1772. The composer was Signor Vento; the speakers Mr. Lee and Mrs. Bellemy; and the singers Mr. Champness, Mr. Dine, and Miss Jameson.-See Life, ch. xxi.] (2) [Daughter of Frederick II., Duke of Saxe Gotha, and mother of King George III.] The base bestow them; but the good agree When titles are the smallest claim; When wealth and rank and noble blood, Then all their trophies last-and flattery turns to fame. Blest spirit thou, whose fame, just born to bloom, E'en now reproach and faction mourn, Alas! they never had thy hate; Thy towering mind self-centred stood, Like some well-fashioned arch thy patience stood, SONG.-By a MAN. Virtue, on herself relying, And ev'ry shock that malice offers, WOMAN Speaker. Yet, ah! what terrors frown'd upon her fate- Fever, and pain, and pale consumptive care, Nor did the cruel ravagers design To finish all their efforts at a blow; But, mischievously slow, They robb'd the relic and defaced the shrine. Despairing of relief, Her weeping children round, Beheld each hour Death's growing power, And trembled as he frown'd. As helpless friends who view from shore They stood, while hope and comfort fail, The inevitable loss. Relentless tyrant, at thy call How do the good, the virtuous fall! Truth, beauty, worth, and all that most engage, But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy rage. SONG.-By a MAN. When vice my dart and scythe supply, How great a king of terrors I! If folly, fraud, your hearts engage, |