Cou'd I trace back the time, a much earlier date,

Since my forefathers toild in yon field For the farm I now hold, on your lordship's estate,

Is the same that my grandfather tilid.

He dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name,

Which unsullied descended to me; For my child I've preserved it, uncrimson'd with shame,

And it still from a spot shall be free.

THEODOSIA.

A thousand charms the lover sees
In her he loves, while bolts and keys

Keep two fond hearts asunder;
But suon each envious bar removed,
His passion cools, and why he loved

Is now his cause of wonder.

My heart is
yours, you

know

my

mind,
In vain to answer nay ;
But will you be for ever kind,

For ever and a day?

Your faith, if proof to female wiles,
And beauty's sweet alluring smiles,

You'll never play the rover;
Nor I of cold neglect accuse,
Or in the lordly husband lose

The fond, the tender lover.
My heart is yours, fc.

Verse for Ralph, in the Vaudeville, after Patty.

Captain Ralph, my lord will dub me,

Soon I'll mount a huge cockade ;
Mounseer shall powder, queue, and club me,

'Gad, I'll be a roaring blade.

If Fan shall offer once to snub me,

When in scarlet all array'd,
Or my feyther dare to drub me,

Frown your worst—but who's afraid ?

THE END,

LONDON:

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