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o Wolfe, to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sigbing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive the foe thy dreadful vigour fed,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead;
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
1.May speak our gratitude, but not his fame. What heart but feels his sweetly-moral lay, That leads to truth through pleasure's flowery wa Celestial themes confess'd his tuneful aid; And heaven, that lent him genius, was repaid. Needless to him the tribute we bestow, The transitory breath of fame below: More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, While converts thank their poet in the skies.
EDWARD PURDON *.
L ERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX,
MRS. MARY BLAIZE.
GOOD people all, with one accord,
From those who spoke her praise.
• This gentleman was educated at Trinity.col. lege, 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 Vol. taire's Henriede.
The needy seldom pass'd her door,
Aud always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor,
Who left a pledge behind. She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways,
Unless when she was signing.
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size; She never slumber'd in her pew,
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
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 last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
For Kent-street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more,
She had not died to-day.
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
W Lost to every gay deligbt; Mira, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Yet why impair thy bright perfection,
Or dim thy beauty with a tear? Had Mira follow'd my direction,
She long had wanted cause of fear.
ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY.
THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, -
Bids expectation rise.
Adorns and cheers the way:
Emits a brighter ray,
MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
And turning all the past to pain !
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe!
Written and spoken by
THE POET LABERIUS,
A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CÆSAR FORCED UPON
Preserved by Macrobius ,
W HAT! no way left to slug th' inglorious stage,
W And save from infamy my siyking age!
• This translation was first printed in one of our author's earliest works, ‘The Present State of Learn. iug in Europe. 12mo. 1759.