And smild upon the royal pair;
The warbling birds on every spray..
With music usher'd in the day,

And sweetest flowers perfum'd the air.

The merry bells rang loud and strong,
And hail'd them as they pass'd along,

Nor were the drums and trumpets mute;
Twelve virgins in apparel neat,
Strew'd pinks and roses ’neath their feet,

And minstrels touch'd the harp and lute,

XLII.
Two hundred horsemen rode in sight,
On milk-white steeds, in armour bright,

With lances ready for the fight, sini: .: Which mock'd the sun's meridian rays;

Fair Gotham's nobles grac'd the scenes..
And ladies all superbly sheen, sin
In honor to their king and queen,

Appear’d in grandeur's brightest blaze.

Ann

XLIII.

The Prince in costly robes was dresty
A diamond glitter'd on his breast,
The crown his royal temples prest,

Th’imperial crown of Gotham's land;
The sword of state a herald bore,
Who rode triumphantly before, ,
But that of peace the monarch wore,
The princely sceptre grac'd his hand.

: XLIV. .
And next him sat his youth'ÚL Bride,
A blooming nymph, in beauty's pride,
To truth and modesty allied,

The star that most adorn'd his throne:
Her rich attire, majestic mien,
And graceful air, bespoke the queen,
Gems; rubies; on her dress were seen,

And India's brightest diamonds shone. . :

XLV.
And now the trumpet's brazen throat,
Pours forth a loud and warlike note,

And ministrels sweep the tuneful stringi
A thousand voices rend the air,
They loudly bless the royal pair, :;;

And thus their hymeneals sing.

hymneneal. :

woninsame her.

XLVI. Hail to the Bride with her golden lac'd

stomacher, i Breathing delightful Arabia's perfume! And hail to the PRINCE who'll triumphantly

..rummage her, Grac'd with his gorget, and high-waving

plume. Matchless is HE, for good sense and politeness, Hersparkling eyes are unrivall’d för brightness, And fam'd in the dance is her foot for it's - lightness, Long may they reign in health, beauty,

and bloom!

. . XLVII. . Strike up the tabors! and let us have noise

. enough, Bless their dear faces! how sweetly they smile; Tight little Hymen will soon bring 'em boys

enough, The glory, the boast, and the pride of our i isle!

800

In Gotham's court there liv'd.a Dame,
Who (void of grace remorse, and shame,)
Burn'd with a fouļ, unhallow'd flame,

And one, whom scandal oft would peck at:
The Furies saw her youthful mind
To lust, and infamy inclin’d,
They form’d her well to plague mankind,

And calld 'the bellweather-Fitzhecat,

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Her face, which marks of beauty bore,
Was now with wrinkles furrow'd o'er,
And on her breast a cross she wore.

Tho'stain'd with guilt, and foul within;
Her locks were grey-her eyes were dim-
Palsy had seiz'd each tottering limb,
Eye scarce beheld a form so grim,

Sad monument of death and sin.

LII.
Her artful leer, and wanton air,
(Tho' time had silver'd ev'ry hair,)
Bespoke the harlot still was there,

The verriest hag of Cyprian shade;