S.ON G.

O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain;

Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;`
And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foc.

THE CLOWN'S REPLY.

JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears; "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters,

Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters, Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, As I hope to be sav'd, without thinking on asses."

EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON.*

HERE lies poor NED PURDON, from misery free'd,

Who long was a bookseller's hack:

He led such a damnable life in this world,-
I don't think he'll wish to come back.

This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier, Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HEN

RIADE

AN ELEGY

ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX,

MRS. MARY BLAIZE.

GOOD people all, with one accord,
Lament for madam Blaize,

Who never wanted a good word-
From those who spoke her praise.

The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor,----
Who left a pledge behind.

She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways,—
Unless when she was sinning.

At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size;
She never slumber'd in her pew,-
But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has follow'd her,-
When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;

The doctors found, when she was dead,→→
Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament, in sorrow sore,

For Kent-street well may say,

That had she lived a twelvemonth more,She had not dy'd to-day.

RETALIATION:

A POEM,

FIRST PRINTED IN MDCCLXXIV.

After the Author's Death.

Dr. Goldsmith and some of his friends occasion. ally dined at the St. James's Coffee-house.-One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and person furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting produced the following

poem.