Long since the value of this world I knew; Seldom I mark mankind's detested ways, Not hearing censure, nor affecting praise; And unconcern'd my future fate I trust, To that sole Being merciful and just. FRANCES SHERIDAN, Born 1724, died 1767, The mother of Richard Brinsley Sheridan. Her maiden name was Chamberlair.e. Her Sidney Biddulph was once a popular novel, and her romance Nourjahad still finds readers. She also wrote two comedies. Ode to Patience. UNAW'D by threats, unmov'd by force, Say, you who search with curious eyes 'Tis Patience! lenient goddess, hail! Long hast thou been a welcome guest, And rul'd with gentle sway. Thro' all the various turns of fate, "Twas Patience! temperate goddess, stay! For still thy dictates I obey, Nor yield to passion's power; Tho' by injurious foes borne down, My fame, my toil, my hopes o'erthrown, In one ill-fated hour. When robb'd of what I held most dear, What, when mute sorrow chain'd my tongue, Forbade the tide to swell? 'Twas Patience! goddess ever calm! O pour into my breast thy balm, That antidote to pain; Which flowing from thy nectar'd urn, By chemistry divine can turn Our losses into gain. When sick and languishing in bed, Sleep from my restless couch had fled, "Twas Patience! Heaven-descended maid Implor'd, flew swiftly to my aid, And lent her fostering breast; Watch'd my sad hours with parent care, Say, when dissever'd from his side, Anticipating all the storm, What could my fears control? "Twas Patience! gentle goddess, hear! Be ever to thy suppliant near, Nor let one murmur rise; Since still some mighty joys are given, ANNA, COUNTESS TEMPLE, died 1777, The daughter of Thomas Chambers, Esq. and wife of Richard, first Earl Temple. Horace Walpole printed a small volume of her poetry at his private press. In Park's edition of the R. and N. Authors, a poem entitled The Jewel in the Tower is given as the composition of this lady: it is, however, merely an alteration of some verses which are to be found in A Pill to purge State-Melancholy, 1715. Lines sent with a Piece of painted flowered Silk, to LADY CHARLES SPENCER, when she complained of being low in Pocket. SINCE the times are so bad, and are still growing You worse, may call this your own without sinking your The nymphs and fauns say that the pattern is new, |