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SPOKEN AT EDINBURGH, IN THE CHARACTER OF
Fancy, we're told, of parentage Italic,
The fertile soil grew fond of this exotic,
[per; Her loll-her lisp-her saunter-stare-her simAll outrés, all —no native charm about her, And Ridicule would soon expire without her.
Look for a grace, and Affectation hides it; If Beauty aims an arrow, she misguides it: So awkwardly she mends unmeaning faces, To Insipidity she gives--grimaces.
Without her dear coquettish arts to aid them, Fine les ould be just as
-Nature made them, Such sensible-sincere-domestic creatures, The jest of modern belles and petits-maîtres.
Safe with good sense, this circle's not in danger: But as the foreign phantom 's-here a stranger, I gave her portrait, that the fair may know her, And if they meet, be ready to forego her: For trust me, ladies, she'd deform
your faces, And with a single glance destroy the graces.
SPOKEN AT NORWICH, IN THE CHARACTER OF
IN 'Love In A VILLAGE.'
AFTER the dangers of a long probation,
In maxims sage, in eloquence how clever ! Without a subject she can talk-for ever! Rich in old saws, can bring a sentence pat in, And quote, upon occasion, lawyer's Latin.
Set up that toast, that culprit, nobus corum, "Tis done—and she's demolish'd in turrorum,
If an old maid's a dragoness on duty, To guard the golden fruit of ripening beauty; 'Tis right, for fear the giddy sex should wander, To keep them in restraint by decent slander. When slips are made, 'tis easy sure to find them; We can detect before the fair design’d them.
As for the men, whose satire oft hath stung us, Many there are that may be rank'd among us. Law, with long suits and busy mischiefs laden, In rancour far exceeds the ancient maiden. ”Tis undenied, and the assertion's common, That modern physic is a mere old woman. The puny fop that simpers o'er his tea-dish, And cries-Indeed-Miss Deborah's-quite old
Of doubtful sex, of undetermined nature,
Jesting apart, and moral truths adjusting!
TO "THE MUSE OF OSSIAN.'
In fond romance let fancy reign creative!
the northern hills is native;
When Honour call’d, the youth disdain'd to And as he fought, the favourite maid grew fonder: The brave by Beauty were rejected never, For girls are gracious when the lads are clever.
If the bold youth was in the field vindictive, The bard, at home, had every power descriptive; He swell’d the sacred song, enhanced the story, And raised the warrior to the skies of glory.
That northern lads are still unconquer'd fellows, The foes of Britain to their cost can tell us; The sway of northern beauty, if disputed, Look round, ye infidels! and stand confuted:
And for your bards, the letter'd world have known them,
[them. They're such—the sacred Ossian can't disown
To prove a partial judgment does not wrong you, And that your usual candour reigns among you, Look with indulgence on this crude endeavour, And stamp it with the sanction of your favour.
A LADY-let me recollect-whose night is 't?
• A wife reclaim'd, and by a husband's rigour,
Prudence, although the company be good,
• Ye giddy group of fashionable wives, That in continued riot waste your lives;
Did ye but see the demons that descend,
chairs (Rage reddens here-there Avarice despairs), You'd rush for shelter where contentment lies, To the domestic blessings you despise. Or if you've no regard to moral duty, [Beauty.' ("Tis trite but true)—Quadrille will murder
Taste is abash'd, (the culprit!) I'm acquitted, They praise the character they lately pitied; They promise to reform-relinquish play, So break the tables up at-break of day.
DESIGNED TO BE SPOKEN AT ALNWICK,
TO A PARTY DETACHED FROM THE EDINBURGH THEATRE.
• To Alnwick's lofty seat, a silvan scene! To rising hills from distance doubly green, Go (says the god of wit)---my standard bear, These are the mansions of the great and fair, 'Tis my Olympus now; go, spread my banners
there.' Led by fond hope, the pointed path we trace, And thank'd our patron for the flowery place; Here—we behold a gently waving wood! There we can gaze upon a wandering flood! The landscape smiles !—the fields gay fragrance
wear! Soft scenes are all around--refreshful air ! Slender repast indeed, and but camelion fare !