A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Waked Priam in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her? And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. SONG. THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way; And still, as darker grows the night, Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing, And he who wants each other blessing, THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, « An't please you,» quoth John, « I'm not given to letters, Edinburgh, 1753. EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON.' HERE lies poor NED PURDON, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world, I don't think he'll wish to come back. This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot-soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE. AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS MARY BLAIZE. GOOD people all, with one accord, The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please With manners wondrous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways,Unless when she was sinning. Her love was sought, I do aver, But now her wealth and finery fled, The doctors found, when she was dead,— Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more, She had not died to-day. |