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O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain. Thou, like the world, the’oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe! And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.
ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC.
AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,
And quells the raptures which from pleasure start.
Oh, Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes; Yet they shall know thou conquerest, ti.ough dead,
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
ON THE REV. DR. PARNELL.
This tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
* ON 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.
* This person was educated at Trinity college, Dublin; but Having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Vol. taire's Henriade. Goldsmith's epitaph is nearly a translation from a little piece of De Cailly's, called La mort du Sire Es. tienne.
Preserved by Macrobius.*
This translation was first printed in one of Goldsmith's earliest works. The present state of Learniog in Europe, 12mo. 1759.
TRAGEDY OF ZOBEIDE. In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore The distant climates, and the savage shore ; When wise astronomers to India steer, And quit for Venus many a brighter here; While botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling, Forsake the fair, and patiently-go simpling; Our bard into the general spirit enters, And fits his little frigate for adventures. With Scythian stores and trinkets deeply laden, He this way steers his course, in hopes of tradingYet, ere he lands, has order'd me before, To make an observation on the shore. Where are we driven ! our reck’ning sure is lost ! This seems a rocky and a dangerous coast. Lord! what a sultry climate am I under! Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder :
[Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em
(Pit. Here trees of stately size—and billing turtles in 'em
[Balconies. Here ill-condition’d oranges abound- [Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground :
[Tasting them. The' inhabitants are cannibals I fear : I heard a hissing—there are serpents here ! O, there the people are—best keep my distance; Our captain (gentle natives) craves assistance ; Our ship's well-stor'd-in yonder creek we've laid His honour is no mercenary trader.
EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES,
This is his first adventure ; lend him aid,
MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLE
QUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT.
[1'akes off his mask.