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To where Sir Morogh's bones recline,
That he may pay before his shrine

The vow that he had made.

Once more the sumptuous feast is spread

At Cornwall's ducal court;
Sir Tristram, welcomed from the dead,

Leads on each warlike sport;
And once again the Prince can smile,
Freed from his tribute to the Isle.

*

* The winual tribute su iong paid by the Duke of Corowall to the King of Leinster, was designated "The Island Tribute."

SELECTIONS

FROM THE

MELO-DRAMA OF

“FARCE AND OPERA,"

Which out of Twenty-three Pieces sent in to the Manchester Dramatic Reading Society for adjudication, received second prize.

JANUARY, 1843.

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FROM

"FARCE AND OPERA."

Prologue.

A learned sage declared that virtue bloom'd
In ancient Rome. Lest it might be presumed
She still resided in that holy city,
Не
says

she died there. What a monstrous pity
That men of wisdom and of wit in one sense,
Should ever perpetrate such silly nonsense !
If Roman virtue died with ancient Rome,
We've British virtues in each Briton's home.
They are the Lares that protect our fame,
Exalt our glory, and adorn our name.
Nor will we, miser-like, each grace enthral,
Denying any to the generous Gaul.

Suffice it us, the lady still survives,
And, 'spite her rivals, in each nation thrives,
Sometimes with rank, and wealth, and fashion

reigns,
Sometimes to dwell in lowly homestead deigns.
Here with young Love in rustic innocence,
There ʼmid a population wide and dense.
Our age can boast of "Friendship, Love, and

Truth," Practised in age,-inculcated in youth; With every grace that can exalt the mind, Refine the taste, and humanize mankind. While far o'er all benign Benovelence Extends her grateful cheering influence,– Mercy's sweet child, whom daily we can see, Linked with unostentatious charity. To prove these axioms is our present aim, And kind indulgence in th' attempt we claim ; Hoping that FARCE AND OPERA may prove A faithful portraiture of Virtuous Love, Disinterested, firm, unbiassed, free, With truth and friendship joined in unity,-A just delineation, although rude, Of memory's birthright, heav'n-bern gratitude, A miniature of Virtue's best reward, Our heart's approval, and the world's regard, All ending in delight without alloy, One cloudless scene of happiness and joy. And may the picture we would paint so bright Be lighted up by your applause to-night.

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