But all my wants, before I spoke,
Were to my mistress known;

She still reliev'd, nor sought my praise,
Contented with her own.

But every day her name I'll bless-
My morning prayer, my evening song;
I'll praise her while my life shall last,
A life that can not last me long."

Song. By a WOMAN.

Each day, each hour, her name I'll bless-
My morning and my evening song;

And when in death my vows shall cease,
My children shall the note prolong.

MAN speaker.

The hardy veteran after struck the sight,
Scarr'd, mangled, maim'd in every part;
Lopp'd of his limbs in many a gallant fight,
In naught entire-except his heart.
Mute for a while, and sullenly distress'd,

At last the impetuous sorrow fir'd his breast:

"Wild is the whirlwind rolling

O'er Afric's sandy plain,

And wild the tempest howling

Along the billow'd main;

But every danger felt before

The raging deep, the whirlwind's roar-
Less dreadful struck me with dismay,
Than what I feel this fatal day.

Oh! let me fly a land that spurns the brave-
Oswego's dreary shores shall be my grave;
I'll seek that less inhospitable coast,

And lay my body where my limbs were lost."

Song. By a MAN. Basso. - Spiritoso.

Old Edward's sons, unknown to yield,

Shall crowd from Crécy's laurel'd field.

To do thy memory right;

For thine and Britain's wrongs they feel,
Again they snatch the gleamy steel.

And wish the avenging fight.

WOMAN Speaker.

In innocence and youth complaining,

Next appear'd a lovely maid-
Affliction o'er each feature reigning,
Kindly came in beauty's aid;
Every grace that grief dispenses,

Every glance that warms the soul,
In sweet succession charm'd the senses,

While pity harmoniz'd the whole.

"The garland of beauty"-'t is thus she would say "No more shall my crook or my temples adorn, I'll not wear a garland-Augusta's away,

I'll not wear a garland until she return;

But alas! that return I never shall see.

The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaim, There promis'd a lover to come-but, O me!

'T was death—'t was the death of my mistress that

came.

But ever, forever, her image shall last,

I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom;

On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be cast, And the new-blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb."

With garlands of beauty the Queen of the May

No more will her crook or her temples adorn; For who'd wear a garland when she is away, When she is remov'd, and shall never return?

On the grave of Augusta these garlands be plac'd,
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom;
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast,
And the new-blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb.

On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'd,
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom;
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast,

And the tears of her country shall water her tomb.

The end.

ANSWER

TO AN INVITATION TO BARTON;

THE RESIDENCE OF HENRY BUNBURY, ESQ.1

FIRST let me suppose, what may shortly be true,
The company set, and the word to be—loo;

All smirking and pleasant, and big with adventure,
And ogling the stake which is fix'd in the center.

1 From The Correspondence of Sir Thomas Hanmer, bart., 1838. — Henry, second son of Sir William Bunbury, baronet, was celebrated in early life as an amateur artist. His union with Catherine Horneck, who was not less celebrated for her attractions, took place in 1771 He afterward contributed to the amusement of the public under the name of Geoffrey Gambado; and, surviving his wife, died at Keswick in 1811.-The above lines were written, about the year 1772, in answer to a versified invitation from Mrs. Bunbury to pass the Christmas at Barton; and to take the advice of herself and sister in playing at loo. Line 17. Miss Horneck: Mary, afterward the wife of General Gwyn. She survived till 1840! Line 36. Fielding Sir John Fielding, half-brother to the novelist. He held the office of justice for Westminster. Line 55. Sir Charles Sir Thomas Charles Bunbury, the elder brother. He became M.P. in 1761; succeeded to the title in 1764; and died in 1821.