That voice too Rolla heard, and, greatly brave,
His Cora's dearest treasure died to save;

Gave to the hopeless parent's arms her child,
Beheld her transports, and expiring smiled.
That voice we hear-Oh! be its will obey'd!
'Tis Valour's impulse, and 'tis Virtue's aid—
It prompts to all Benevolence admires,
To all that heav'nly Piety inspires,

To all that Praise repeats through lengthen'd years, That Honour sanctifies, and Time reveres.

VERSES

TO THE

MEMORY OF GARRICK.

SPOKEN AS A MONODY, AT THE THEATRE ROYAL IN

DRURY LANE.

VOL. II.

D D

ΤΟ

THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

COUNTESS SPENCER,

WHOSE APPROBATION AND ESTEEM WERE JUSTLY CONSIDERED BY

MR. GARRICK

AS THE HIGHEST PANEGYRIC

HIS TALENTS OR CONDUCT COULD ACQUIRE,

THIS IMPERFECT TRIBUTE TO HIS

MEMORY

IS, WITH GREAT DEFERENCE, INSCRIBED

BY HER LADYSHIP'S MOST OBEDIENT

HUMBLE SERVANT,

RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN.

MARCH 25TH, 1779.