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INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY OS
" SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER."
AH me! when shall I marry me?
But I will rally, and combat the ruiner :
TAKING OF QUEBEC.
AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,
And quells the raptures which from pleasures start.
O Wolfe! to thee a streaming food of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear ;
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear,
Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes :
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
DR. PARNEL L.
THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
EDWARD PURDON *.
HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack ;
I don't think he 'll wish to come back.
* Mr. Purdon was educated at Trinity-College, Dublin ; but having wasted his patrimony, he inlisted as a foot-soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.
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 needý seldom pass'd her door
And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wondrous winning : And never follow'd wicked ways
Unless when she was sinning.