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 oppreft opprefling,

Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe? And he who wants each other blefling,

In thee must ever find a foe.

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OHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell him the reason why asses had ears ? . “ An't please you," quoth John, “ I'm not given

“ to letters, " Nor dare l pretend to know more than my

betters, Họwe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, “ As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on affes.*

Edinburgh, 1753

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EDWARD PUR DO N.**

Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery

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freed,
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 news, papers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.

Good people all, with one accord,

,

Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word.

From those who spoke her praise.

The needy feldom 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 ; Apd never follow'd wicked ways,

Unless when she was finning.

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At At church, in silks and fatins new,

With hoop of monstrous size; She never Number'd in her pew,

But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was fought, I do aver,

By twenty beaux and more ;
The king himself has followed her, -

When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery Aed,

Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when she was dead,

Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament, in forrow fore,

For Kent-street well may fay,
That had the liv'd a twelvemonth more,

She had not dy'd to-day.

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