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And now, no doubt, th' obliging world will say. 

 That my harsh usage help'd him on his way : 

 What ! I suppose, I should have nurs'd his muse. 

 And with champagne have brighten'd up his views; 

 Then had he made me fam'd my whole life long, 

 And stunn'd my ears with gratitude and song. 

 Still should the Father hear that I regret 

 Our joint misfortune — Yes ! I'll not forget. — ' 



Thus they: — ^The Father to his grave convey'd 

 The son he lov'd, and his last duties paid. 



* There lies my Boy,' he cried, ' of care bereft, 



• And, Heav'n be prais'd, I've not a genius left : 



• No one among ye, Sons ! is doom'd to live 



• On high-raised hopes of what the great may give; 



• None with exalted views and fortunes mean, 

 ' To die in anguish, or to live in spleen : 



' Your pious Brother soon escap'd the strife 



• Of such contention, but it cost his life; 



• You then, my Sons, upon yourselves depend, 



• And in your own exertions find the friend.' 



END OF VOL. LIV. 



T.C.HANSARD, 



Printer, 



Peterborough Court, Fleet Street. 



