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88. Giles Jollup the Grave & Brown Sally Green Lewis.
96. To a Lady, who refused to accept a Knife Sheridan.
99. Elegy. Written to diffuade a young Lady, &c.
111. Tribute to the Memory of a Deceased Friend Rofcoe.
143. Soliloquy on my Laft Six-pence.
HO is fhe, the poor maniac, whofe wildly-fix'd
Seem a heart overcharg'd to exprefs?
She weeps not, yet often and deeply the fighs;
No aid, no compaffion the maniac will feek;
Yet cheerful and happy, nor diftant the day,
Poor Mary, the maniac, has been;
The trav❜ller remembers, who journey'd this way,
As Mary, the Maid of the Inn.
Her cheerful addrefs fill'd the guests with delight,
When the wind whiftled down the dark aifle.
She lov'd, and young Richard had fettled the day,
But Richard was idle and worthlefs, and they
'Twas in autumn, and formy and dark was the night,
" "Tis pleafant," cry'd one, "feated by the fire-fide,
"I myself, like a school-boy, should tremble to hear "The hoarfe ivy fhake over my head; "And could fancy I faw, half perfuaded by fear, "Some ugly old abbot's white fpirit appear; "For this wind might awaken the dead."
"I'll wager a dinner," the other one cry'd,
"That Mary would venture there now!" "Then wager and lofe !" with a fneer he reply'd, "I'll warrant fhe'd fancy a ghoft by her fide, "And faint if the faw a white cow."
"Will Mary this charge on her courage allow?" His companion exclaim'd with a smile;
"I fhall win, for I know fhe will venture there now, "And earn a new bonnet, by bringing a bough "From the alder that grows in the aifle.”