Thus authors, tottering on the brink of fate, This maxim the whole cruel charge destroys, So pleads our culprit in his own defence, A stout Hibernian and ferocious Scot To taint these viands with the true fumet, What heart will fail to glow, what eye to brighten, And her red ensigns wave o'er the pale flowers of France. EPILOGUE TO THE REPRISAL. SPOKEN BY MISS MACKLIN. AY- -now I can with pleasure look around, 'Midst roaring, thundering, danger and dismay; To cloister'd cell, or more detested bed, His gallantry, so confident and eager, To bootless longings I had fallen a martyr: But, Heaven be praised, the Frenchman caught a tartar. Shall he come safe to port or sink at sea? [To the Gallery. Safe from your shot he fears no other foe, [To the Pit. The bravest chiefs, e'en Hannibal and Cato, [Looking round the House. And hollow groans portend the approaching storm: Should the descending showers of hail redouble, [To the Gallery. And these rough billows hiss, and boil, and bubble, [To the Pit. He'll launch no more on such fell seas of trouble. CONTENTS. London. In Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal PAGE 1 16 17 17 19 19 21 22 23 hung with Flower-pieces of her own Painting To Miss on her giving the Author a Gold and Silk Net Work Purse of her Own Weaving. 26 To a Young Lady, on her Birthday. Song "Not the soft sighs of vernal gales" On seeing a Bust of Mrs. Montague To Lady Firebrace, at Bury Assizes 28 Verses written at the Request of a Gentleman to whom a Lady had given a Sprig of Myrtle 28 The Young Author. 23 24 25 25 27 27 28 29 To Myrtilis. The New Year's Offering On the Death of Dr. Robert Levet On the Death of Stephen Grey, F.R.S. The Electrician Written for Garrick, and Spoken by him at the Opening of the 30 31 |