MISCELLANEOUS. ^1 



THE PROSTITUTE. 



Dactylics, 



Woman of weeping eye, ah ! for th j wretched lot, 

 Putting on smiles to lure the lewd passenger, 

 Smiling while anguish gnaws at thy heavy heart ! 



Sad is thy chance, thou daughter of misery, 

 Vice and disease are wearing thee fast away. 

 While the unfeeling ones sport with thy sutferings. 



Destined to pamper the vicious one's appetite ; 

 Spurned by the beings who lured thee from innocence ; 

 Sinking unnoticed in sorrov/ and indigence ; 



Thou hast no friends, for they with thy virtue fled ; 

 Thou art an outcast from house and from happiness ; 

 Wandering alone on the wide world's unfeeling stage ! 



Daughter of misery, sad is thy prospect here ; 



Thou hast no friend to soothe down the bed of death ; 



None after thee inquires with solicitude ; 



Famine and fell disease shortly will wear thee down, 

 Yet thou hast still to brave often the winters wind, 

 Loathsome to those thou wouldst court with thine hollow 

 eyes. 



Soon thou wilt sink into death's silent slumbering, 



And not a tear shall fall on thy early grave, 



Xor shall a single stone tell where thy bones are laid. 



Once wert thou happy — thou wert once innocent ; 

 But the seducer beguiled thee in artlessness, 

 Then he abandoned theo unto thine infamy. 



