"He liv'd but for me and for me wou'd have died, "And, sooner than meet him shall EMILY die. XII. "My brother, whose anger inflaming a mind "Once mild as an infant's, with vengeance too just, "Like lightning, flew swift my seducer to find, "And mingle his treacherous blood with the dust. XIII. "Will he too forgive, or will he too forget "That for my sake he wielded the murderous steel? "No, his bosom must heave with those agonies yet, "His friend's breathless body first taught him to feel. XIV. "Accurs'd be the tongue, tho' now silent in death, "Whose accents delusive my senses beguil'd; 66 Enveloping poison in flattery's breath, "To steal from her parents, their once happy child. "But XV. But mem❜ry avaunt! why recur to the past? "Come, come, fellow suff'rer, this coin is yet mine; "Shall souls form'd like our's turn coward at last? "At yon tavern we'll drown the reflection in wine." XVI. Away, like a maniac, the frail one has fled, As with counterfeit glee a gay ditty she sung; Her companion remain'd, while faint, weary, half dead, From lips deadly-pale were these sentences hostwrung. XVII. "Had I but a parent! had I but a home, "A sister, a brother, ah had I a friend! "No more in the strects wou'd I comfortless roam, "No more my long suffering conscience offend. 66 XVIII. Might Industry succour the orphan bereft, "How hard wou'd I work for a morsel of bread; "But where shall the female by character left, "Find shelter to hide her disconsolate head? "For XIX. "For who will the voice of her agony hear! "Or who with relief will her misery bless? "Or who will believe that the tale is sincere "Which tells of repentance enforced by distress?" XX. By sobs interrupted, her accents grew weak, Yet neither those tears, nor those accents were lost. XXI. A being, Benevolence beam'd in his heart, And the stamp of that feeling his countenance bore, Overheard her sad plainings unmingled with art, And vow'd to conduct her to virtue once more. XXII. Nor did he alone to her sorrows extend The hand of assistance which led her to peace: He He became of all penitent suff'rers the friend, And created a home where their sorrows might cease. XXIII. The mansion exists, to his ne'er dying fame Which this appellation his memory gives: "The FRIEND OF WRONG'D WOMAN," great, gorious name! It shall ne'er be extinct, while humanity lives! Our present sire attains his age, 1759. Meantime his aunt and sister quit Life's stage; One too we lost, whose potent spell, Like Orpheus' lyre had moved all hell; This year may add to heroes named before; 1760. And And thousands with sincerity deplore When great men die who, living, claim respect པཏི་ This Britain felt, and own'd the mournful truth, From the late much loved source of private virtue, October 25th, at Kensington, His Majesty had risen early, and anxious for news from Germany, he threw up a window sashe to observe the wind, which exertion probably broke a blood vessel; for, very soon after, he fell exclaiming, "Call Amelia!” but was dead before the Princess reached the apartment. lle was a soldier, a politician, and the father of his people-a warm temper his only foible; impartial in justice, he administered it with mercy; sincere and open, he disdained deceit, and was never known to break his word. The liberties of Europe, and the constitution of England, were constantly upheld by his wise and resolute con-> duct; and he died in the fulness of his glory-Vide LOCKMAN, &Ci Another Author says, "Ilis public character was marked with a predilection for his native country, to which he sacrificed all other motives. If an error, certainly not a very unnatural one" LUFFMAN'S ELEMENTS OF HISTORY AND CHRONOLOGY.. SUMMARY |