ORIGINAL POETRY. PATRIOTIC ADDRESS, Delivered by Mrs, LITCHFIELD, at Covent-Garden Theatre, on the 30th of May, 1804, WRITTEN BY MAURICE JAMES, ESQ. THANKS! thanks!-I knew that Britons were the same, They raise the drooping, and the proud control- Britons beware!-while bravery sleeps secure, gore; Britain defies thee, France !-Oh glorious sound!--- Mothers, 'tis ours the patriot spark to fan, My boy in arms, soon as he learns to crow, Hail! Britain, bail! here bending at thy shrine, way- Victory! Hark! Hark! they chant this patriot stave, "The land of freedom is THE TYRANT's grave." CONCEALMENT. ADDRESSED TO MISS W ** G. SILENT Sorrow marks my anguish, Written in this faded cheek; S..... DELIA'S GRAVE, A CANZONETTE."> Set to Music by Mr. Webster, of Mansfield. ` "My love was sweeter than the rose, "Wash'd with the morning dew; * But cold she lies as wintry snows, "Beneath this lonely yew: "From hence my sorrows and my cares "Will, with my days increase, "For ah!-my love lies buried here, Where daisy-dappled banks invite; Attun'd to love, our hearts were true, When wandering through the grove; Each bird hung forward from its bough, Where beds of flowers their fragrance breathe, There, as she wove the civic wreath, But now, alas! nor purling rill; Nor daisy-dappled dale; Nor myrtle grove; nor sloping hill; Nor odour-fanning gale: Nor violet bank; nor roseat bower; Nor shade of alder tree; Can, since my Delia is no more, Diffuse their charms to me. Ashford, 1804. CACAMBO, SPECTACLES: OR HELPS TO READ. WHERE gently swinging o'er the gate, Deck'd in a tawny hide, and wig (Instead of mane) As frizzled and as big As that which clothes the wisest judge's pate.→→ The village club, inspir'd by beer, Had met, the chronicle to hear, Which, weekly, to the list'ning crowd, Aaron, their clerk, proclaim'd aloud. Each fault in politics discerning, And praising Aaron's wond'rous learning, A hawker came to vend his wares; The well-pack'd box his aged shoulders prest, And his rough beard descended to his breast. "Vell, Shentlemen, vat you vant to buy? "Goot razors, knives, vate'er you choose, "Vatch keys, or buckles for de shoes; "Or do you stand in need "Of spectacles, vich help to read?" "Do you sell helps to read?" Hodge cries, And yawns, and rubs his drowsy eyes; "Hand me a pair,-at least I'll try; "Who knows, but, when the old man's dead, "I may be clerk, in Aaron's stead." So said, he fix'd them on his snout, And star'd, and wink'd, and look'd about, "Perhaps de soight's too old," the pedlar cries, 66 "Vell, Sher," cry'd Moses, can you now see better?" "Not I," quoth Hodge, with angry roar; "I cannot tell a letter." Then madly stampt and rav'd, Swearing he'd have the cheating Hebrew shav'd; He'd dock his chin, he'd mow his grisly beard. "Vy, Sher," cry'd Moses, striving to be heard, 66 Perhaps you cannot reud, and, if 'tis so, ። Noting vill help you out, you know; "De spectacles are very goot indeed, "But den, perhaps, you never vent to school." "What," growl'd the clown, with fiery eye, And rudden'd face, whose anger you might see, "D'ye take me for a fool? "If I could say my A, B, C, "What need have I "For any helps to read ?” J. BRITTON, Junr. |