The ruffian-officer oppos'd her stay, 'Now let me swear-For, by my soul's last sigh, That thief shall live, that overseer shall die.' Too late!-His life the generous robber paid, Or urg'd, as Camplin would have urg'd, his tale. The living object of thy honest rage, *The Countess of Hertford had successfully interceded, in procuring the king's pardon for Savage the Poet. See Dr. Johnson's lives of the Poets. END OF THE SECOND PART. ΤΟ THOMAS SMITH, M. D. Of Wrington, in the County of Somerset, THIS LAST OF THE LITTLE POEMS, INTENDED TO CULTIVATE, IN THE PROVINCIAL ADMINISTRATION OF JUSTICE, THAT HUMANITY BY WHICH HE IS SO AMIABLY DISTINGUISHED, IS GRATEFULLY INSCRIBED BY HIS MOST OBLIGED, MOST AFFECTIONATE, AND MOST FAITHFUL SERVANT, THE AUTHOR. |