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deceived ; and on being assured it was a copy, de- 

 clared that he did not value it less than the work of 

 Raffaelle himself. 



Throughout the whole of my troublesome com- 

 plaint I have had many sleepless hours by night, in 

 some of which I strung verses together, which I 

 wrote down in the morning, — of these I send a spe- 

 cimen, which I beg you to present to Mrs. Smith, 

 with my kind remembrances : — should she approve 

 of them, she will perhaps do me the favour of send- 

 ing a copy to Miss Coke. I long to hear from you 

 again, and am at all times, my dear Friend, most af- 

 fectionately yours, 



W. Roscoe. 



SONG 



On the Ball given by the Friends of Mr. Brougham and Mr. 

 Creevey. Liverpool, November 1812. 



The fair face of morning when sudden clouds cover, 

 And tempests and darkness envelope the day, 



Shall the gloom of the moment deter the true lover 

 Who hastes to the home of his mistress away ? 



When heaved from its base proudly swells the vext ocean, 

 And danger rides high on the crest of the wave, 



Undaunted the mariner views the commotion, 



And bares his bold bosom the sea-storm to brave. 



Then say, shall the Patriot e'er prove a recoiler ? 



Shall the champion of freedom e'er stoop to despair ? 

 Shall he basely resign to the hands of the spoiler 



The prize that high Heaven has consign'd to his care ? 



No ! still to his task with fresh vigour returning, 

 He shall wage the bold war with corruption again, 



As the lion, that, roused by the beam of the morning, 

 Shakes off the slight dew-drops that hang on his mane. 



