Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, 66 And nobody with me at sea but myself," Though I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty, When come to the place where we all were to dine- With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come; 66 For I knew it," he cried, "both eternally fail, The one with his speeches, and t' other with Thrale: But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up 80 At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen, At the bottom was tripe in a swinging tureen; At the sides there was spinach and pudding made hot; But what vex'd me most was that d-'d Scottish rogue, Pray a slice of your liver, though may I be curs'd, But your friend there, the doctor, eats nothing at all." 66 ‘Oh-oh!” quoth my friend, "he'll come on in a trice— He's keeping a corner for something that's nice; There's a pasty."-"A pasty!" repeated the Jew; "I don't care if I keep a corner for 't too." 102 66 What the de'il, mon, a pasty !" reëcho'd the Scot; "Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that." "We'll all keep a corner," the lady cried out; "We'll all keep a corner," was echo'd about. While thus we resolv'd, and the pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid; A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Wak'd Priam, in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out- for who could mistake her?— That she came with some terrible news from the baker; And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven Sad philomel thus - but let similes drop- At least it's your temper, as very well known, That you think very slightly of all that's your own; 124 THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS: SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. Overture. A solemn dirge. Air.- Trio. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe; When truth and virtue reach the skies, Chorus. When truth and virtue reach the skies, From Threnodia Augustalis, etc., London, W. Woodfall, 1772. Sm. 4to. This pamphlet, which is almost unique, was politely communicated to me by William Knight, esq., F.S.A., of Canonbury-place, Isling-I transcribe the advertisement: "The following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days; and may, therefore, rather be ton. MAN speaker. The praise attending pomp and power, The incense given to kings, Are but the trappings of an hour Mere transitory things! The base bestow them; but the good agree But, when to pomp and power are join'd An equal dignity of mind When titles are the smallest claim When wealth and rank and noble blood But aid the power of doing good Then all their trophies last; and flattery turns to fame. considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer it may likewise be right to inform the public that the music was adapted in a period of time equally short." On the verso we read: "Speakers, Mr. Lee and Mrs. Bellamy. Singers, Mr. Champnes, Mr. Dine, and Miss Jameson; with twelve chorus singers. The music prepared and adapted by Signor Vento."-Augusta, relict of Frederic, Prince of Wales, and mother of George the third, died at Carlton-house on the 8th of February, 1772; and this piece was performed, at the establishment of Mrs. Cornelys in Sohosquare, on the evening of the 20th. The poet depicts her royal highness with historical exactness: the embellishment of Kew palace and gardens, under the direction of Chambers and others, was the favorite object of her widowhood; her charities were very extensive; she experienced domestic sorrows; and latterly, to the disgrace of the public press, much unmerited abuse. |