LOVE REPELLED.

TURN not on me those eyes, dear youth,
Where sense and sweetness join ;
For, ah! I fear thou 'It read the truth
Reflected back in mine.

While fluttering in the fatal net,
That wily Love has thrown,
My heart I fain would rescue yet,
Though yielded for thy own.

That heart, when half by Love betray'd
Reason could still subdue,

Is now, alas! by Reason made

Captive to Love and you.

IMPROMPTU

ON THE YOUNG ROSCIUS.

BY DR. BUSBY.

E. E.

DAME Nature, the Drama's fair mother, thought fit
To display in an actor her zenith of wit;

To the work she applied, saying, "Mortals, obey!
"A Garrick I give all your passions to sway!"

Yet, great though the wonder, she fain would do more,— But how, since her gifts were exhausted before? "Happy thought!" exclaim'd she, and exultingly smil'd, "What I did in a Man, I'll now do in a Child."

And wish'd' th' immediate cause to know; Then from my Rib the reason sought"Here's something curious just now brought, "Which must not be (she cried) display'd, "Till in your presence it is laid."

Then with some little fuss and racket

They usher'd in a monstrous packet,
Folded in neat and snow-white linen,
Wrapt curiously with many a pin in.

"Pray what's all this?" A Nymph with smiles Cried-" Sir, it comes from Mr. MILES;

"But you will know the business better

"When you have ope'd and read this letter."
Along the lines my eyes now wag,

Whilst they the Cat let from the bag:
When-to our wonder and delight,
A BARKER rises full in sight!
And, as the letter soon made known,
The precious gem was all my own!

I stared,

I stared, and smiled-now thank'd, then chid,
Scarce knowing what I said or did-
Dispatch'd your Damsel in a hurry-
Such was my pleasure-such my flurry.

Now having paused, good Sir, awhile,
Let me, in gratitude's warm style,
Sincerely thank your gen'rous mind
For such a boon, by means so kind
As e'en enhance the welcome present;
Means like yourself-polite and pleasant!--

CHARLES, in Brinsley's fav'rite lay*,
Though dupe to folly, vice, and play,
Would not dispose old NOLLY's head
Though for it countless pounds were spread:
So I, this picture sent by you,

Will prize like treasure of Peru

Here shall it hang-by Heav'n I swear it!
Whilst I have room, or wall to bear it.

Nov, 17, 1804.

P. S. Dear Sir, to Mrs. MILES I send
The warmest wishes of a friend,
Who must regret he robs her sight
Of one of Barker's landscapes bright.
Her GENIUS!-but be mute, my lays,
For ROYALTY itself essays

To speak with rapture in her praise †.

W. MEYLER.

School for Scandal.

The attentions paid by every branch of the Royal Family to Mrs. Miles on many occasions, and particularly last Summer at Weymouth, are highly creditable to that Lady, whose exquisite musical talents transcend all praise.

ΤΟ

TO JOHN BAVERSTOCK, ESQ.

WITH A PRESENT OF GAINSBOROUGH'S GIRL AND PIGS.

As Women, in a certain way,
Allow their busy thoughts to stray,
And fancy that they long, or wish,
For game, or fruit, or fowl, or fish;
So connoisseurs, if works of taste
Should chance their anxious eye to feast,
Feel squeamish, comical, and cold,
Till what they long for 's in their hold.

You, I observ'd, this morn did view
My little Roasters with a goût;
A goût which seem'd to wish them all
Hung up in your well-pictur'd hall.

Then take them, Sir: the precious Litter

Is for your tasteful mansion fitter

Than (what some sneering Wits may cry)
Their former, dingey, tasteless sty.

1787.

W. MEYLER.

EMBLEM of Death! ah! soothing, balmy Sleep!
Friend of my pillow, o'er my senses creep;
Soft let me slumber; gently breathing sigh;
Live without life; and without dying die!

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