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STOP, passenger, and thy attention fix on That true.born honeft fox-hunter, George
Dixon, Who, after eighty years unwearied chase, Now rests his bones within this hallow'd
place ; A gentle tribute of applause below, And give him, as you país, one tally-ho! Early at cover brisk, he rode each morn, In hopes the brulh his temples might
adorn; The view is now no more the chase is
past, And to an earth poor George is run ar laft i
THE SMYRNA TWINS, Written by the Margravine of Anspacb, and Spoken by Mr. Plaistow, at Brandenburgb
kouse. WHILE Ceylon laurels deck the vic. And Eastern yaffals before England bow, The timid muse, that hrinks from wars
alarms, May here pourtray the Eastern female
charms: Her playful notes oft gayly tripp'd along, With Turkish manners, Turkil dance and
song i Obsery'd that soil and clime may, change
the dress, The manners toq-nay even thought ra.
press; But soft humanity is ftill the same In every breast, and under eyery name. Yet love and constancy, and truth com.
bin'd, Are not to England's fair alone confin'd. Beneath the Turkish zóne, and brilliant veft, Fidelity and all the graces reft; And human frailly, human yirtųe reigns, In cultur'd Albion's, oi Bulgarian plains: At Smyrna, or in London, till we find The same pursuits engaging all mankind. To night, the man, whose tortur'd breast
Joewed Symptoms of Madness.
mind? How could't thou doom thy (paniel's heart
to bleed,? Oh, say what crime so heinous thou
Sav, was she faithless, furly, or what not? No-lhe was all I wilh'i-nay, he was
more ! Obedient, faithful, kind, with not ong
fault That e'er could prompt the cruelty faç
With tyrant boast, or own himself a Naye, Shali with our Twins, and their domeftic,
With what unfeign'd affe&ion she would
run, And meet me every morning when I
rose! Jump round, and bark, nor truk those
proofs alone, But Atill more loving, lick my very
Explain the cause that makes his forrows
Aow. But if the moral please not, yet; oh spare The author, for his trinket's at the fair ! So may our play, like books, your eyes
engage, Look only on the title and laß page; While triflers smile at all the trifling part, The mural till may touch each feeling
343 Prudence replies and juftihes her death, One of these wirless elves address'd me By dang'rous symptoms, le betray'd her
And ask'd at Jacob's Well, how fared the Left dreadful hydrophobia horror brcathe,
tate. And cause to mourn false tenderness too “ That it fares well thanks to its late.
gen'rous friends, Who here, each Thursday eve, our kage
attends ; LINES,
Who judge with candour, and applauscs
That cheer the actor, while in the heart
thall live RAMATIC scenery leaves the mind
The grateful sense of your feducing praise, to guess
And fan the spark of genius to a blaze.
Uplift the man, and heavy frowns beguiles, Than an unguarded peep behind the cur But to return again to inalquerade, tain:
And give each wight a comment on hiç Oft times foreknowledge frustrates our des
The man in bear's skin, and so like a dear, But fancy's chequer'd field is infinite. With monkey master, inade me alfo (art.
CAPT. SNUG. And moved me much to think fo Arangea Fairy Camp, Feb, 24, 1796.
créature, Should, with his master, thew their pretry
The next that took my fancy was a
Jus fuch a one in dress, as with a Rusian, to the luft Masquerade in the character of a Poor Poland's lands diffovered, homur Ballad-finger) at Jacob's Well, on Thursday
broke, February 18, 17961
And prov's him faithful to the word he
spoke ; TOOD friends assembled here, to pass When questioned: also, answer'd pretiye a merry hour,
right, And give your plaudits, when you own, Without a fubfidy, “No Prussia fight." our pow'r ;
A hidler good, a decent miftrets Chethire, Attention give, while I, in doggrel Who for the wine looked something rhyme,
fresher. Attempt to please you-and in union Dull ftupid sailors, whą feem'd to say. chime
alas ! With Brother poets, whose muse oft here, with ancient Dogberry, “ Set me down With good effect has sung, and sung most
an afs," clear.
A sullen Durchman with a nimble Scot, Thus much for preface, and for the story Whofe fanguage, likc his wit, was all t'lle'en relate, since now I am before ye.
furgor; At that delightful sport, a masquerade, : While
poor mynheer, did crawl and creepa Where wit's much talk d of, tho' but little And with his prince, walk in his flecp. faid;
Some maids of work, with furrune-teiling Where folly reign'd, while pretty, girls
A roaring hellman, and flower girls tipfey, And Gould, dear mistress, gave you cream Who (wept away, and fortunes tuid, well ic'd;
And long'd in vain to touch the gold,
And falk'd forlorn, in dismal dreffes.
crowd. And fçorn'd to thew yoq. else but blearing Tho' laft, not least, a merry toynian camc, eyes,
Whofe character will bear the ieft of fames Which, like their brains, seemed in a dosc, V!' họ boasts no bonour'd justice for his fire, And needidmuchan hour or (wo'o repole. And need to bench ur pill'sy did afpire.
344 The group remaining, may be had together, And in one word, were fomething like the
weather, Some wet, fume dry, some thick and hazy, With wine well ro..k'd, and fresh as any
daisy. Here, Bacchus reign'd in all his glory, While Venus play'd her game in upper
story: Here danc'd the graces, there bucks did
rant and ruar, Waiter, more wine ! damn'd jolly s.o.nog
The surge in breakers loud and hoarse
At the hour of nine, I came away quite
Aupid, Nor cou'd with Diana run, or see more
than Cupid; At eleven to bed, where I loon found re.
pole, And Somnus kindly play'd a tune upon niy
nose, Which founded far (weeter, than fiddle or
flute, The harp's dullest Atrain, or the Muses to
bour. So now, my good fellows, I'll here end my
tale, Which if it but please ye, applause cannot fail.
(Going, returns.) And yet, e'er I go, a few words will i
utter, Tho' tir'd is your patience, you already
mutter ; In brief then, I hope, that you'll pardon
transgreslion, And something allow for a candid confeflion.
AN EPIGRAM, OLD LD Mumpfimus, rector of Mary-le.
bonne, Being brought to Death's door by the gra.
vel and itone ; Young Sumpfimus, feeking preferment
to gain, (Tho' the Doctor and he were good friends
in the main); Apply'd for the pars'nage, in case and pro
vided A trip to the grave the incumbent betided : When lo! as by miracle rais'd from the
dead, The Rector, restor'd, sprung from fick
ness's hed; And Old Mumps being told what young
Sumps had been doing, And how for the loaves and the fith had
been suing; Burst out in reproaches, till near out of
breath, And revil'd the false friend who had long'd
for his death. “ I long for your death ! No such thing,"
says Young Sumps, “ Had you died, not your wife had been
more in the dumps : As 'tis well known that I-tho' you're lo
unforgiving, Inficad of your deATH-only long'd for
MAD PEG. From Dibdin's Will of the Wisp. 'HE gloomy night stalk'd Now away,
The twilight (poke the doubtful day,
By proper management, with ease
Card, and reply to it, so
155, 231, 287
called Merry Sherwood, 116. of
ney loft at the game of whitt, 265
Lord Northington, 64, 209
in France, 18
of unhurt, 309
observations on, il
quail of that place, 29
Courfing at Swaff ham, 38, 125, 204.
at Petworth, 202
horse and his matter, 158
191. of a Dutch route or drum, 297
Trial of, 266
Dogs, mad, recipes for the bites of them,
tu the, 44
Enoch disgraced, 201
my grandmother's car, 314
a familiar one, 192
new onc, 188
140, 206, 257, 310
155, 231, 287
games there, 151, 250
fashioned ones, 148
mons on the, 290
154, 197, 245
Hare, action for coursing one,
mime so called, 174
on, 184. letters on, 31, 69, 127, 180,
248. among the Hottentots, 241
ble one, 237, of fidelity and courage in
a terrier, 242
Dick England, 143, 204, 255, 324.
of Mr. Taplin, 227
54. extempore, 196. on the approach.
Lisbon, bull feast there, 145
cal Farse fo called, 230