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While thus we refolv'd, and the pafty delay'd,
With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid;
A visage fo fad, and fo pale with affright,

Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night.

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But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her? That she came with some terrible news from the baker : And fo it fell out, for that negligent floven,

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Had shut out the pasty on fhutting his oven.
Sad Philomel thus-
-but let fimiles drop-
And now that I think on't, the ftory may ftop.
To be plain, my good lord, it's but labour misplac'd,
To fend fuch good verfes to one of your taste;
You've got an odd fomething-a kind of difcerning-
A relifha tafte-ficken'd over by learning;
At least, its your temper, as very well known,
That you think very flightly of all that's your own:
So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amnifs,
You may make a mistake, and think flightly of this.

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THE wretch condemn'd with life to part,

Still, ftill on hope relies;

And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,

Bids expectation rife.

Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light,

Adorns and chears the way;
And ftill, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

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SON G.

Memory! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,

To former joys, recurring ever,

And turning all the paft to pain;

Thou, like the world, th' oppreft oppreffing,
Thy fmiles increase the wretch's wo?
And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee muft ever find a foe.

THE

CLOWN's

JOHN

REPLY.

OHN TROT was defired by two witty peers To tell them the reason why affes had ears?

'An't please you,' quoth John, 'I'm not given to letters, Nor dare I prétend to know more than my betters; Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your graces, As I hope to be faved ! without thinking on affes.' Edinburgh, 1753.

EPITAPH

ON

EDWARD PURDON.*

HERE lies poor NED PURDON, from mifery freed,

Who long was a bookfeller's hack;

He led fuch 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 wafted his patrimony, he enlifted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a fcribbler in the newfpapers. He tranflated Voltaire's Henriade.

A

NEL EGY

ON, THE GLORY OF HER SEX,

MRS. MARY BLAIZE.

GOOD people all, with one accord,

Lament for madam Blaize,

Who never wanted a good word-
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy feldom pafs'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor,
Who left a pledge behind.

She trove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wondrous winning,
And never follow'd wicked ways,
Unless when she was finning.

At church, in filks and fatins new,
With hoop of monftrous fize,
She never flumber'd in her pew,
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was fought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her,
When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;

The doctors found, when she was dead,

Her laft diforder mortal.

Let us lament, in forrow fore,

For Kent-ftreet well may fay,

That had fhe liv'd a twelvemonth more,

She had not dy'd to-day.

Dr. GOLDSMITH and fome of his friends occafionally dined at the St. James's coffee-houfe.

-One day it was propofed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witticism. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting, produced the following Poem.

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AFTER THE AUTHOR'S DEATH.

OF old, when Scarron his companions invited,

Each gueft brought his dith, and the feaft was united;

If *

our landlord supplies us with beef and with fish,

Let each guest bring himfelf, and he brings the beft difh; Our dean fhall be venifon, juft fresh from the plains; 5 Our Burke fhall be tongue, with a garnish of brains;

*The master of the St. James's coffee-house, where the doctor, and the friends he has characterized in this poem, occafion. ally dined.

Dr. Barnard, dean of Derry in Ireland.

Mr. Edmund Burke, member for Wendover, and one of the greatest orators in this kingdom.

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