So home he went with laurels deck'd;

His foes beftrew'd the field:

Thus virtue's fons obtain respect,
And courage is their shield.

The Nine, repriev'd for future fate,
'Gainft WORTH fneak'd off to fwear,
And each display'd his reeking pate,
Which made the justice stare!!!

Good lack! good lack! his worship cried,
Thus pride muft have a fall!

Can honour be to WORTH denied.
That fingly fac'd you all?

I' not diftrefs the brave young man
With warrants, and fo forth;
Go home, and do the beft you can
To make it up with WORTH.

God fave the King and Justice too,
And let good fenfe increase,

That drefs'd in fcarlet, green or blue,

We may fee fhows in peace.

I

In SPRANGER's Booth. The Theatre Royal, Crow-ftreet Dublin, built by Spranger Barry, Efq.

2 At Hexham's mimic Fight.-The Battle of Hexham, a dra-' matic Piece by George Colman, Efq. acted that memorable evening.

3 DEE's frighted bores.-The City of Chefter ftands on the Banks of the River Dee, which inclofes it on the south and weft. 4 Nor fball thy meed in Oftmen's Torn.—Dublin, so called from the Oftmen or Danes, its original inhabitants.

5 And CRUSKEEN-BORB.-A fine patronymic termination! which luckily characterises this complicated hero, at once the Ajax and Therfites of the poem; it means in English, fierce.

Plumb in the mark.-Mark, a technical term in the Mendozan school, by which is meant the pit of the stomach.

7 'Gainft WORTH sneak'd off to fwear.This fingular circumstance, however extraordinary, is a fact, modeftly omitted by Mr. Worth in his narrative prefixed, and with equal modefty and referve he touches upon other particulars, detailed in this ballad as they really happened. He was next morning apprized of their application to the justice, and by advice of his friends, as a matter of felf-defence, tendered bis examinations, which were admitted, and the affair is at the prefent writing fub judice.

-The matter has been fince determined in the Court of King's Bench, with exemplary damages in favour of WORTH:

IM PROMPT U.

THE Peacock is the proudest bird;

The Mag excels in noise; VANILLA, wantonly abfurd, Sets both before our eyes.

EPIGRAM.

Cavete, Amici!

CYNTHIA, this morning clafp'd her friend,

A chofen, tried and true one;

But fee how CYNTHIA's friendships end;
To night the sports a new one!

WHY

are you with poor CYNTHIA vex'd?

In spite of art and fashion,

Is fhe not conftant to her text?

Variety's her paffion.

THE

GRIFOLIA, faireft of O Connor's race,
(Of spotless virtue, and angelic face,
Was by O Neil, a youth of princely blood,
With wanton fire, and lovelefs courtship woo'd;
He watch'd her fteps, by lawlefs paffion fway'd,
And once, alone, surprised the pious maid.

On the green banks of Neagh's peaceful fea,
The chafte Grifolia had retir'd to pray:

HOR.

Here, the base prince, with more than savage power,
Affail'd the vestal in her facred hour.

He talk'd—he pleaded of love's darts and fires;
Of his warm wishes, and his ftrong defires;
Of time, and place-of his long fuit refus'd;
Of wealth; of title; patience;—all abused!
At length, he seiz'd the fair, refistless prize,
While fires indignant darted from her eyes;
He grafp'd-he prefs'd the virgin to his breast,
And urged her yielding to his high beheft.

Tyrant!' fhe cried, 'thy vain attempt forbear; 'My ftrength may fail; but heaven will hear my prayer :

O! may the facred guardian of this land

Protect a maid from thy polluting hand!

May he, whofe power expell'd the prowling wolf, 'Save virtue from perdition's fatal gulph!

May he, who purg'd this Isle from poisonous air, Blaft thee! or snatch me to his faintly care!' She pray'd-He still invades her blushing charmsWhen, lo! a prickly HOLLy fills his arms! Wounded, and ftung with disappointed pride, He drew a faulchion from his trembling fide, And fmote the new-rais'd Holly as it grew, When to the lake the fever'd fragment flew It funk, and, as it disappear'd, the flood Was crimson'd o'er with drops of virgin blood; Groanings were heard; and, what is still more strange, A plaintive voice fucceeds the wonderous change! From the deep lake, in words articulate, Thus mourn'd Grifolia her difafterous Fate:

O cruel prince! transform'd, and turn'd to stone, My honour's fafe!' fhe cried, then figh'd-' O Hōn!' O Honour! Half diffolv'd in liquid air

Was the last breathing of this hapless fair.
Thus, Myrrha, victim of a former time,

Shar'd thy fad fate; but how unlike thy crime !
Amaz'd the prince gaz'd o'er the filent flood,

And grew a burning nettle* as he stood:
Rank as his thoughts, and fiery as his luft,

Chang'd to that weed, his punishment how juft!
While chafte Grifolia conftantly is seen

Rob'd in a vefture of eternal green ;

Each