MARY PIX

Was the daughter of a clergyman named Griffith. "By the date of her writings, she flourished in King William III.'s reign; but in what year she was born, to whom married, or when she died, are particulars which seem buried in obscurity and oblivion.”— Biog. Dram. She wrote eleven plays.

SONG

(In the third Act of Ibrahim, the thirteenth Emperor of the Turks. Printed 1696).

IMPERIAL sultan, hail,

To whom great kingdoms bow,
Whose vast dominion shall prevail

O'er all below!

Commanding woman here.

An humble vassal shall appear;

No thunder in her voice we prize,

Or lightning in her eyes,

When our terrestrial God draws near.

Under our prophet's influence live,

While wondering nations view

The deeds your conquering armies do,

And Christians to be made your subjects strive!

ANONYMOUS AUTHORESS.

The Golden Island, or the Darian Song, in commendation of all concerned in that noble enterprise of the valiant Scots. By a Lady of Honour,—was printed at Edinburgh in 1699. It consists of an hundred and fiftytwo lines, of which the following small portion will, no doubt, amply satisfy the reader.

REFRESHING spring and rivulets,
When we were landed there,

Came gliding with her jumbling notes,
Invites us to take share;

The charming birds, that haunts the woods,
Meavis, peacock, and dow,

Brought presents in their mouths, and sang

We pay tribute to you.

We went in boats, and come to land,

Which banish'd all our fears:

The seas did mourn for want of us,

Each oar was dropping tears.
The wolf, the lion, and the boar,
The wild tiger, and fox,

Did fill their claws with golden dust,
Salutes us from the rocks.

The turtles in the Indian seas
Left eggs upon the land,

And came to see that noble fleet,
Was come from old Scotland.

The hurtchon came out of the woods,
Her prickles load with fruit,

She mumbled, but she could not speak,
Ye're welcome all come eat.

The balmy grass, and blooming flowers, Were all cover'd with dew;

Then Phoebus bid them give a smell,

And that would pay their due.

LADY CHUDLEIGH,

Born 1656, died 1710,

Was the daughter of Richard Lee, Esq. of Winsloder, in Devonshire, and wife of Sir George Chudleigh, Bart. of Ashton, in the same county. Her poems were collected into a volume in 1703, and printed a third time in 1722. A volume of her Essays was published in 1710.

To the Ladies.

WIFE and servant are the same,
But only differ in the name:
For when that fatal knot is tied,
Which nothing, nothing can divide;
When she the word obey has said,
And man by law supreme has made,
Then all that's kind is laid aside,
And nothing left but state and pride.

Fierce as an eastern prince he

grows,

And all his innate rigour shows:

Then but to look, to laugh, or speak,
Will the nuptial contract break.

Like mutes, she signs alone must make,

And never any freedom take;
But still be govern'd by a nod,
And fear her husband as a God:
Him still must serve, him still obey,
And nothing act, and nothing say,
But what her haughty lord thinks fit,
Who, with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, oh! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flatterers hate:
Value yourselves, and men despise :
You must be proud, if you'll be wise.

The Resolve.

FOR what the world admires I'll wish no more,
Nor court that airy nothing of a name:
Such fleeting shadows let the proud adore,

Let them be suppliants for an empty fame.
If reason rules within, and keeps the throne,
While the inferior faculties obey,
And all her laws without reluctance own,
Accounting none more fit, more just than they;
If virtue my free soul unsullied keeps,

Exempting it from passion and from stain; If no black guilty thoughts disturb my sleeps, And no past crimes my vext remembrance pain;

K