TENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY OF "SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER." *. AH me! when fhall I marry me? * Sir, I fend you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might perhaps have been totally loft, had I not secured it. He intended it as a fong in the character of Miss Hardaftle, in his admirable comedy of " She Stoops to Con quer," but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who play'd the part, did not fing. He fung it himself, in private companies very agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called "The Humours of Balamagairy," to which he told me he found it very difficult to adapt words; but he has fucceeded very happily in these few lines. As I could fing 108 SONG. But I will rally and combat the ruiner: Not a look, not a smile shall my paffion discover. fing the tune, and was fond of them, he was fo goud as to give me them, about a year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that feafon, little apprehending that it was a laft farewel. I preserve this little relic, in his own hand writing, with an affectionate I am, Sir, care. N thefe bold times, when Learning's fons explore, he diftant climates, and the favage fhore; When wise aftronomers to India fteer, And quit for Venus many a brighter here? With 110 PROLOG U E With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply laden, To make an obfervation on the fhore, Where are we driven? our reckoning fure is loft! Yon ill-foreboding cloud feems big with thunder: (Upper gallery.) There mangroves fpread, and larger than I've feen 'em (Pit.) Here trees of ftately fize-and billing turtles in 'em Here ill-conditioned oranges abound (Balconies.) (Stage.) (Tafting them.) And apples, bitter apples ftrew the ground: The inhabitants are canibals I fear : I heard a hiffing-there are ferpents here! O, there the people are-best keep my distance; Our ship's well ftor'd-in yonder creek we've laid her, This is his firft adventure, lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade. His |