IF WORTH, too early to the grave consign'd, Can claim the pitying tear, or touch the mind ? If manly sentiments unstain'd by art, Could waken FRIENDSHIP, or delight the heart ? Ill-fated youth ! to THEE the MUSE shall pay The last sad tribute of a mournful lay; On thy lone grave shall MAY'S soft dews be shed, And fairest flowrets blossom o'er thy head; The drooping lily, and the snow-drop pale, Mingling their fragrant leaves, shall there recline, While CHERUBS hov'ring on th' ethereal gale, Shall chaunt a requiem o'er the hallow'd shrine. And if Reflection's piercing eye should scan The trivial frailties of imperfect MAN; If in thy generous heart those passions dwelt, Which all should own, and all that live have felt; Yet was thy polish'd mind so pure, so brave, The young admir'd thee, and the old forgave.
And when stern FATE, with ruthless rancour, press'd Thy withering graces to her flinty breast; Bright JUSTICE darted from her bless'd abode, And bore thy VIRTUES to the throne of GOD; While cold OBLIVION stealing o'er thy mind, Each youthful folly to the grave consign'd.
O, if thy purer spirit deigns to know Each thought that passes in this vale of woe, Accept the incense of a tender tear, By PITY wafted on a sigh sincere. And if the weeping MUSE a wreath could give To grace thy tomb, and bid thy VIRTUES live; THEN Wealth should blush the gilded mask to wear, And Avarice shrink the victim of Despair. While GENIUS bending o'er thy sable bier, Should mourn her darling SON with many a tear, While in her pensive form the world should view The ONLY PARENT that thy SORROWS knew.
Male Fashions for 1799
- by Mary Darby Robinson89
Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses.
Faces painted pink and brown ; Waistcoats strip'd and gaudy ; Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down, And straps to brace the body.
Short great-coats that reach the knees, Boots like French postillion ; Worn the G----- race to please, But laugh'd at by the million.
Square-toed shoes, with silken strings, Pantaloons not fitting ; Finger deck'd with wedding rings, And small-clothes made of knitting.
Curricles so low, that they Along the ground seem dragging ; Hacks that weary half the day In Rotten-row are fagging.
Bull-dogs grim, and boxers bold, In noble trains attending ; Science which is bought with gold, And flatt'rers vice commending.
Hair-cords, and plain rings, to shew Many a LADY's favour, BOUGHT by ev'ry vaunting beau, With mischievous endeavour.
Such is giddy FASHION's son ! Such a MODERN LOVER! Oh ! wou'd their reign had ne'er begun ! And may it soon BE OVER!
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