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Nor yet doth glory, tho' her port be bold Her aspect radiant, and her treffes gold, Guide thro' the walks of death alone her car, Attendant only on the din of war:

She not difdains the gentler vale of peace,

Nor olive shades of philofophic ease,

Where heav'n taught minds to wooe the muse refort,

Create in colours, or with founds transport;

Where youths court fcience, or where fages teach, Where statesmen plan, where mitred fathers preach

More pleas'd on Ifis' filent marge to roam,
Than bear in pomp the spoils of Minden home.

To read with Newton's hen the starry sky,
And God the fame in all his orbs descry ;
To lead forth merit from her humble fhade
Extend to rifing arts a patron's aid;

Build the nice ftructure of the gen'rous law,
That holds the free-born foul in willing awe;
O'er pale misfortune drop, with friendly figh,
Pity's mild balm, and wipe affliction's eye;
Thefe, these are deeds Britannia must approve,
Muft nurse their growth with all a parent's love.
These are the deeds that public virtue owns.
And, just to public virtue, glory crowns.

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LETTER

To the Same.

XXVIII.

Ireland, 3d May, 9776.

My laft, I hope, did not offend you. The bank note I was obliged to return; although I thank you for it more than words can tell you.

Shall I, whom you will not marry, because you will not load me with your debts, increase those debts; at least prevent you from diminishing them, by robbing you of fifty pounds? Were I capable of it, I should be unworthy your love. But be not offended that I returned it. Heaven knows how willingly a quire of fuch things fhould have accompanied it, had Heaven made me fo rich.

Be not anxious about me. Talk not of the postage which your dear letters coft me. Will you refuse to make your H. happy? And think you I can pay too dear for happiness?

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But, Lord! you rave. I am rich-25 rich as a Jew and without taking into the calculation the treasure I poffefs in your love.Why, you talk of what I allow that relation, poor foul! that does not swallow up all my lands and hereditaments at Gofport. Then there's my pay, and twenty other ways and means befides, I dare fay, could I but recollect them.-Go to-I tell you I am rich. So, let me know you got the filver paper fafe, and that I am a good boy.

Rich! To be fure I am-why, I can af ford to go to plays. I faw Catley laft night, in favourite character. By the way, your I'll tell you a ftory of her, when he was on your fide the water.

Names do not immortalize praife-worthy anecdotes, they immortalize names.-Some difference had arisen between Mifs Catley and the managers concerning the terms upon which he was to be engaged for the feafon. One of the managers called upon her, at her little lodgings in Drury-lane,

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to fettle it. The maid was going to fhew the gentleman up ftairs, and to call her mistress. (6 No, no," cries the actress who was in the kitchen, and heard the manager's voice," there is no occafion to shew "the gentleman to a room.-I am bufy "below, (to the manager) making apple.

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dumplings for my brats. You know "whether you have a mind to give me the money I ask, or not. I am none of << your fine ladies, who get a cold or the "tooth-ach, and can't fing. If you have "a mind to give me the money, say fo;

my mouth fhall not open for a farthing "lefs. So, good morning to you-and "don't keep the girl there in the passage; "for I want her to put the dumplings in "the pot, while I nurfe the child.-The turnips of Fabricius, and Andrew Marvel's cold leg of mutton, are worthy to be ferved up on the fame day with Nan Catley's apple-dumplings.

Come-I am not unhappy, or I could not talk of other people and write thus gaily.

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gaily. Nothing can make me truly unhappy, but a change in your fentiments of me. By the Almighty God of heaven, I know my own feelings fo thoroughly, I do not think I could furvive fuch a thing.

As you love me, fcold me not about the poplin you'll receive next week. It coft me nothing-I may furely give what was given to me.

LETTER

To the Same.

XXIX.

Ireland,

29th May, 1776.

Do you think, that to make fuch propofals, as your laft contained, is the way to reconcile me to this worfe than banishment? You refufed to come into my scheme of marriage--Nothing fhall tempt me to come into your scheme.

idea of going on the flage;

Perfift in your

and, as I live, I'll

come over and make a party to damn you

the first night of

your appearance.

Since

you

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