"Whofe heart nor envy knows, nor spite, "Whofe duty is her fole delight; "Nor rul'd by whim, nor ftave to fashion, "Her parents' joy, her husband's paffion." Fame fmild, and and answer'd, "This is fome country parfon's wife, -"Who never faw the court nor town, On my life, Whofe face is homely as her gown; "Who banquets upon eggs and bacon"No, madam, no-you're much mistaken"I beg you'll let me fet you right"'Tis one with every beauty bright; "Adorn'd with every polish'd art "That rank or fortune can impart; "Tis the moft celebrated toaft "That Britain's fpacious ifte can boast; 'Tis princely Petworth's noble dame; "'Tis Egrement-Go, tell it, Fame." ADDITION, EXTEMPORE, BY EARL HARDWICKE. FAME heard with pleafure-ftrait replied, "My trumpet oft I've rais'd, to found LE T LETTER то EARL HARDWICKE: OCCASIONED BY THE FOREGOING VERSES. MY LORD, A Thousand thanks to your Lordship for your ad dition to my verfes. If you can write fuch extempore, it is well for other poets, that you chofe to be Lord Chancellor, rather than a Laureat. They explain to me a vifion I had the night before. Methought I faw before my feet, She finil'd, and faid, "Once more I fee "Long had I loft you from my bower, "But now, to my forfaken track, In finging Wyndham's charms divine: "To thine he adds his nobler lays; Ev'n thee, my friend, he deigns to praife. "For fure one line from fuch a Bard, HYMN TO ELIZ A. MADAM, before your feet I lay This ode upon your wedding-day, The firft indeed I ever made, And neceffary dull affairs; Befides that fometimes jealous frumps And And then no clown beneath the sky To turn a poet and a wit For you whofe charms, I know not how, HYMEN. Dear child let Hymen not beguile ON READING MISS CARTER's POEMS IN MANUSCRIPT. SUCH OUCH were the notes that ftruck the wondering ear Of filent Night, when, on the verdant banks Of Siloë's hallow'd brook, celeftial harps, According to feraphic voices, fung Glory to God on high, and on the earth Peace and good-will to men !-Resume the lyre, Of -to fix it on her brows. MOUNT |