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EPILOGUES.

SPOKEN AT EDINBURGH, BY MRS. BELLAMY, TO THE

Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra.

The flame our hero felt for his Egyptian
Is finely drawn; it glows in the description:
But modern love can ne'er maintain its station,
So many different goûts divide the nation.

The man of sense disdains the softening passion;
The coxcomb is enamour'd of—the fashion ;
The bon vivant prefers the feast convivial;
And Phillis in a turtle finds a rival;
Besides the gentle race-the petits-maîtres !
The set insensible of happy cretures;
So coy-so cold—that Beauty ne'er can warm
them;

[them; So nice, that nothing but themselves can charm

But hold—I run too fast, without reflection (Each general rule admits of some exception). Here' 'tis allow'd imperial beauty governs, And there’ the conquer'd sex adore their sove

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reigns. Let me-to wave this bagatelle--declare The grateful homage of a heart sincere : I feel your favours with refined delight, And glory in my patrons of to-night.

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SPOKEN AT EDINBURGH, IN THE CHARACTER OF

LADY FANCIFUL.

FANCY, we're told, of parentage Italic,
And Folly, whose original is Gallic,
Set up to sale their vast misshapen daughter,
And Britain, by a large subscription, bought her,

The fertile soil grew fond of this exotic,
And nursed her till her power became despotic;
Till every would-be Beauty of the nation
Did homage at the shrine of Affectation.
But Common Sense will certainly dethrone her,
And (like the fair ones of this place) disown her.
If she attempts the dimpled smile delightful,
The dimpled smile of Affectation's frightful :
Mark but her bagatelles,-her whine-her whim-
per-

[per; Her loll-her lispher saunter-stare-her simAll outrés, all-no native charm about her, And Ridicule would soon expire without her.

Look for a grace, and Affectation hides it; If Beauty aims an arrow, she misguides it: So awkwardly she mends unmeaning faces, To Insipidity she gives—grimaces.

Without her dear coquettish arts to aid them, Fine dies would be just as-Nature made them, Such sensible-sincere-domestic creatures, The jest of modern belles and petits-maîtres.

Safe with good sense, this circle's not in danger: But as the foreign phantom 's--here a stranger, I gave her portrait, that the fair may know her, And if they meet, be ready to forego her: For trust me, ladies, she'd deform your faces, And with a single glance destroy the graces.

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SPOKEN AT NORWICH, IN THE CHARACTER OF
MRS. DEBORAH WOODCOCK,

IN ‘Love In A VILLAGE.'

AFTER the dangers of a long probation,
When, Sibyllike, she's skill'd in penetration;
When she has conquer'd each unruly passion,
And rides about the rocks that others dash on;
When deeply mellow'd with reserve and rigour;
When decent gravity adorns her figure,
Why an old maid, I wish the wise would tell us,
Should be the standing jest of Airts and fellows?

In maxims sage, in eloquence how clever !
Without a subject she can talk-for ever!
Rich in old saws, can bring a sentence pat in,
And quote, upon occasion, lawyer's Latin.
Set
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that toast, that culprit, nobus corum, "Tis done-and she's demolish'd in turrorum,

If an old maid 's a dragoness on duty, To guard the golden fruit of ripening beauty; 'Tis right, for fear the giddy sex should wander, To keep them in restraint by decent slander. When slips are made, 'tis easy sure to find them; We can detect before the fair design’d them.

As for the men, whose satire oft hath stung us, Many there are that may

be rank'd among us. Law, with long suits and busy mischiefs laden, In rancour far exceeds the ancient maiden. 'Tis undenied, and the' assertion's common, That modern physic is a mere old woman. The puny fop that simpers o'er his tea-dish, And cries—Indeed--Miss Deborah's-quite old

maidish!

Of doubtful sex, of undetermined nature,
In all respects is but a virgin creture.'

Jesting apart, and moral truths adjusting!
There's nothing in the state itself disgusting;
Old maids, as well as matrons bound in marriage,
Are valued from propriety of carriage:
If gentle sense, if sweet discretion guide them,
It matters not though coxcombs deride them;
And virtue's virtue, be she maid or wedded,
A certain truth! say-

-Deborah Woodcock said it.

may

TO · THE MUSE OF OSSIAN.'

In fond romance let fancy reign creative!
Valour among the northern hills is native;
The northern hills ('tis proved by Ossian's story),
Gave early birth to Caledonian glory;
Nor eould the stormy clime, with all its rigour,
Repel in love or war the hero's vigour. (ponder,

When Honour callid, the youth disdain'd to
And as he fought, the favourite maid grew fonder:
The brave by Beauty were rejected never,
For girls are gracious when the lads are clever.

If the bold youth was in the field vindictive, The bard, at home, had every power descriptive; He swelld the sacred song, enhanced the story, And raised the warrior to the skies of glory.

That northern lads are still unconquer'd fellows, The foes of Britain to their cost can tell us; The sway of northern beauty, if disputed, Look round, ye infidels! and stand confuted:

them,

And for your bards, the letter'd world have known

[them. They're such—the sacred Ossian can't disown

To prove a partial judgment does not wrong you, And that your usual candour reigns among you, Look with indulgence on this crude endeavour, And stamp it with the sanction of your favour.

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A LADY-let me recollect—whose night is 't?
No matter—at a circle the politest,
Taste summons all the satire she is able,
And canvasses my conduct to the table.

• A wife reclaim'd, and by a husband's rigour,
A wife with all her appetites in vigour;
Lard! she must make a lamentable figure!
Where was her pride? Of every spark divested,
To mend, because a prudish husband press'd it!
What! to prefer his dull domestic quiet
To the dear scenes of hurricane and riot?
Parties disclaim'd, the happy rout rejected,
Because at ten she's by her spouse expected ?
Oh, hideous ! how immensely out of nature!
Don't you, my dears, despise the servile creature ?

Prudence, although the company be good,
Is often heard, and sometimes understood,
Suppose, to justify my reformation,
She'd give the circle this concise oration :-

* Ye giddy group of fashionable wives, That in continued riot waste your lives;

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