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Besides, a sinner in a comic set-
Miss CATLEY. What if we leave it to the house?
The house !-Agreed.
Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling,
Turn my fairest, turn, if ever
Yes I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu.
Air.- A bonny young Lad is my Jockey.
gay ; When you with your bagpipes are ready to play, My voice shall be ready to carol away
With Sandy, and Sawney, and Jockey,
fortune one va toute : Ye jockey tribe, whose stock of words are few, " I hold the odds.- Done, done, with you, Ye barristers, so fluent with grimace, “ My Lord,-Your Lordship misconceives the case." Doctors, who cough and answer every misfortuner, « I wish I'd been call'd in a little sooner :" Assist my cause with hands and voices hearty, Come end the contest here, and aid my party.
For you're always polite and attentive,
And now with late repentance,
WHEN SHALL I MARRY ME?"?(1)
Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of“ She Stoops to Conquer.”
Ah me! when shall I
Offers to love, but means to deceive me.
Not a look, nor a smile shall my passion discover.
Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover.(2)
(1) (Preserved by Mr. Boswell, and communicated by him to the editor of the London Magazine, with the following note :
“Sir, I send you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might perhaps have been totally lost, bad I not secured it. He intended it as a song in the character of Miss Hardcastle, in his admirable comedy of She Stoops to Conquer,' but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who played the part, did not sing. He sung it himself in private companies very agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called “The Humours of Balamagairy,' to which, he told me, he found it very difficult to adapt words; but he has succeeded very happily in these few lines. As I could sing the tune, and was fond of them, he was so good as to give me them, about a year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that season, little apprehending that it was a last farewell. I preserve this Jittle relic, in his own hand-writing, with an affectionate care. I am, Sir, your humble servant, James Boswell."]
(2) (This air was revived and vulgarized in a song sung by the late Mr. Johnstone in Colman's farce of “ The Wags of Windsor.” Mr. Moore has brought it back into good company: it is to be found in the ninth number of his “ Irish Melodies."-CROKER, Boswell, vol. ii. p. 207.]
SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF
HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT. (1)
Hold! Prompter, hold! a word before your
[Takes off his mask.
'twas but a dream.”
(1) [These were probably the last verses written by Goldsmith. They were spoken on the 28th of April 1774, twenty-four days after his death.)