Е Р І Т А Р Н. GN EDWARD PURDON.* HERE ERE lies poor NED PURDON, from mifery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack: He led fuch a damnable life in this world,➡ This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wafted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newfpapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE. ELE GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word- The needy feldom pafs'd her door, She ftrove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wond'rous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways, Unless when she was finning. At With hoop of monftrous fize; She never flumber'd in her pew, But when she shut her eyes. Her love was fought, I do aver, But now her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when he was dead, Her laft diforder mortal. Let us lament, in forrow fore, For Kent-ftreet well may fay, That had the liv'd a twelvemonth more,- RETA |