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SISTERS AT CRUX.EASTON,
By the Same.
SCENE, the Study at Crux-Easton. Molly and Fanny are sitting at work ;
enter to them Harriot in a passion.
he'd to his sisters write ?
To her he dedicates his time,
Cries Harriot, When he comes to France, I hope in God he'll learn to dance, And leave his aukward habits there, I'm sure he has enough to spare.
O could he leave his faults, saith Fanny,
Molly, who long had patient sat, And heard in silence all their chat,
Observing how they spoke with rancor,
Heyday! quoth she, you let your tongue Run on most strangely, right or wrong. 'Tis what I never can connive at; Besides, consider'whom you drive at; A person of establish'd credit, Nobody better, though I say it. In all that's good, so tried and knowny Why, Girls, 'he's quite a proverb grown, His worth no mortal dares dispute : Then he's your Brother too to boot.
At this she made a moment's pause,
this hated Brother see Floating, the sport of wind and sea ? Can you his feeble accents hear, Though but in thought, nor drop a tear? He faintly strives, his hopes are fled, The billows booming o'er his head ; He mounts upon the waves again, He calls on us, but calls in vain ; To death preserves his friendship true, And mutters out a kind adieu. See now he rises to our sight, Now sinks in everlasting night.
Here Fanny's color rose and fell, And Harriot's throat began to swell : One sidled to the window quite, Pretending some unusual sight, The other left the room outright; While Molly laugh’d, her ends obtain'd, To think how artfully she feign’d.
FRANCIS FAWKES, M. A.
JOURNEY TO DONCASTER;
OR, A CURIOUS JOURNAL OF FIVE DAYS,
Wrote with a Pencil in a Chaise.
prose I've wrote you many a journal
On Sep. the second day I went