10598 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1806. 
Thanks for your news, illustrious lords, she cried ; 
I greet the doom that must my griefs decide : 
Sad though it be, though sense must shriek from pain, 
Yet the fnitnortal sonl the trial shall sustain, 
But had the fatal sentence reach’d my ears 
In France, in Scotland, with my husband erown’d, 
Not age itself could have allayed my fears, 
And my poor heart had shudder’d at the sound. 
But now immur’d for twenty tedious years, 
Where nought my listening cares can catch areund 
But fearful noise of danger and alarms, 
The frequent threat of death, and constant din of arms, 
Ah! what have I in dying to bemoan ? 
What punishment in death can they devise 
For*her who living only lives to groan, 
And see continual death before her eyes? 
Comfort’s in death, where ’tis in life unknown ; 
Who death expects feels more thanehe whe dies :— 
Though too much valour may our fortune try, 
To live in fear of death is many times to die, 
Where have I e’er repos’d in silent night, 
But death’s stern image stalk’d around my bed ? 
What-morning e’er arose on me with light, 
But on my health some sad disaster bred ? 
Did fortune ever aid my war or flight, 
Or graut a refuge for my hapless bead ? 
Still at my life some fearful phantom aim’d, 
My draughts with powee drugs’, my towers with Sreashery flamed. 
And now with fatal dertiitadss L know 3.00. ae 
Is come the hour that my sad being-ends, 
Where life must perish with a single blow ; 
‘Then mark her death whom steadfast faith attends : 
My cheeks unchang’d, my inward calm shall show, 
‘While free from foes, serene, my generous friends, 
I meet my death—or rather I should say, 
Meet my eternal life, my everlasting day. 
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