EPILOGUE INTENDED FOR MRS. BULKLEY.

THERE is a place, so Ariosto sings,

A treasury for lost and missing things:
Lost human wits have places there assign'd them,
And they, who lose their senses, there may

them.

find

OF GOLDSMI

mes here to saunter, havi

ds his lost senses out, an Mohawk too-with ang Dam'me, Sir,' and 'S re lesson'd for a while, es out, affronts his man ecomes the sons of so

But where's this place, this storehouse of the age?
The moon, says he :—but I affirm the stage:
At least in many things, I think, I see
His lunar and our mimic world agree.
Both shine at night, for but at Foote's alone.
We scarce exhibit till the sun goes down.
Both prone to change, no settled limits fix,
And sure the folks of both are lunatics.
But in this parallel my best pretence is,
That mortals visit both to find their senses.
To this strange spot, rakes, macaronies, cits,
Come thronging to collect their scatter'd wits.
The gay coquette, who ogles all the day,
Comes here at night, and goes a prude away.
Hither the affected city dame advancing,
Who sighs for operas, and dotes on dancing,
Taught by our art her ridicule to pause on,
Quits the Ballet, and calls for Nancy Dawson.
The Gamester too, whose wits all high or low,
Oft risques his fortune on one desperate throw,

find no sense-for th

all the tribe here wan Author's the least li

as he not seen how yo On sentimental queens Without a star, a coron

How

can the piece exp

No high life scenes, no
bill stoops among the
Yes, he's far gone:-
The English laws for

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This Epilogue was Dr. Percy (now Bishop it was intended is not re

es here to saunter, having made his bets, s his lost senses out, and pays his debts. Mohawk too-with angry phrases stor❜d, Dam'me, Sir,' and 'Sir, I wear a sword;' e lesson'd for a while, and hence retreating, s out, affronts his man, and takes a beating. e comes the sons of scandal and of news, find no sense- -for they had none to lose. all the tribe here wanting an adviser, r Author's the least likely to grow wiser; s he not seen how you your favour place sentimental queens and lords in lace? thout a star, a coronet, or garter,

w can the piece expect or hope for quarter? › high life scenes, no sentiment:—the creature Ell stoops among the low to copy nature. es, he's far gone:-and yet some pity fix, he English laws forbid to punish lunatics.1

This Epilogue was given in MS. by Dr. Goldsmith to r. Percy (now Bishop of Dromore); but for what comedy was intended is not remembered.

" EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF SHE

STOOPS TO CONQUER.'

WELL, having Stoop'd to Conquer with success,
And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,
Still as a barmaid, I could wish it too,
As I have conquer'd him, to conquer you:
And let me say, for all your resolution,
That pretty barmaids have done execution.
Our life is all a play, compos'd to please,
We have our exits and our entrances.'
The First Act shows the simple country maid,
Harmless and young, of every thing afraid;
Blushes when hir'd, and, with unmeaning action,
'I hope as how to give you satisfaction.'
Her Second Act displays a livelier scene—
Th' unblushing barmaid of a country inn,
Who whisks about the house, at market caters,
Talks loud, coquets the guests, and scolds the

waiters.

Next the scene shifts to town, and there she soars,
The chophouse toasts of ogling connoisseurs.
On 'squires and cits she there displays her arts,
And on the gridiron broils her lovers' hearts:
And as she smiles, her triumphs to complete,

common-councilmen forget to eat.

Fourth Act shows her wedded to the 'squire, madam now begins to hold it higher; s upon dancing, and in all her pride, as round the room, the Heinel of Cheapside; s and leers with artificial skill,

having lost in age the power to kill,

sits all night at cards, and ogles at Spadille. 1, through our lives, the eventful history-Fifth and Last Act still remains for me. barmaid now for your protection prays, as female barrister, and pleads for bays.

K

OF G

THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS.1

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.

SPOKEN AND SUNG IN THE GREAT ROOM IN SOHO SQUARE,
THURSDAY THE 20th of FebRUARY, 1772.

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius.

In justice to the composer it may likewise be right to inform the public, that the music was adapted in a period of time equally short.

SPEAKERS.

Mr. Lee and Mrs Bellamy.

SINGERS.

MAN

The praise attending
The incense given to
Are but the trappings
Mere transitory things
The base bestow them
To spurn the venal gif
But when to pomp an
An equal dignity of m
When titles are the sm
When wealth, and ran
But aid the power of d
Then all their trophies
fame.

Mr. Champnes, Mr. Dine, and Miss Jameson.
The music prepared and adapted by Signor

Vento.

This poem was first printed by Mr. Chalmers from a copy given by Goldsmith to his friend, Joseph Cradock, Esq. of Gumiey, author of Zobeide, &c., and lent to Mr. Chalmers by Mr. Nicholls. v. Br. Poets, vol. xvi. p. 509.