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Ан H me! when shall I marry me?
Lovers are plenty ; but fail to relieve me.
He, fond youth, that could carry me,
Offers to love, but means to deceive me.

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Sir, I send you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might perhaps have been totally lost, had I not secured it. He intended it as a song in the character of Miss Hardqaltle, in his admirable comedy of “ She Stoops to Con

quer," but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who play'd the part, did not fing. He sung it himself, in private companies yery agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called “The Humours of Balamagairy," to which he told me he found it very difficult to adapt words ; but he Þas succeeded very happily in these few lines. As I could

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But I will rally and combat the ruiner :
Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover.
She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,
Makes but a penitent, and lofes a lover.

- fing the tune; and was fond of them, he was so goud as to give me them, about the year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that season, little apprehending that it was a last farewel. I preserve this little relic, in his own hand writing, with an affectionate care. I am, Sir,

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Z O B E ID E: A TRAGEDY.

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In these bold times, when Learning's fons explore,
The diftant climates, and the favage shore;
When wife astronomers to India fteer,
And quit for Venus many a brighter here;
While botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling,
Forsake the fair, and patiently-go fimpling,
Our bárd into the general spirit enters,
And fits his little frigate for adventures.

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With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply laden,
He this way fteers his course, in hopes of trading
Yet ere he lands he as order'd me before,
To make an observation on the shore,
Where are we driven ? our reckoning sure is loft!
This seems a rocky and a dangerous coaft.
Lord, what a sultry climate am I under!
Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder :

(Upper gallery.) There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em

(Pit.) Here trees of stately fize--and billing turtles in 'em

( Balconies.) Here ill-conditioned oranges abound (Stage.) And apples, bitter apples strew the ground:

rTaping them.) The inhabitants are canibals I fear : I heard a hifting—there are serpents here ! 0, there the people are-best keep my distance; Our Captain (gentle natives) craves affiftance; Our ship's well stor'd-in yonder creek we've laid her, His honour is no mercenary trader. This is his first adventure, lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade.

His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from

far,
Equally fit for gallantry and war.
What, no reply to promises so ample ?
I'd best step back and order up a sample. ·

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