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INTENDED TO HAVE Been SUNG IN THE COMEDY
OF " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER." *
AH, me! when shall I marry me?
* Sir, I send you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might perhaps have been totally lost, had I rot secured it. He intended it as a song in the character of Miss Hardcastle, in his admirable comedy of “ She Stoops to Cone « quer," but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who play'd the part, did not fing. He sung it himself, in private companies very agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called “ The Humours of Balamagairy,” to which he told me he found it very difficult to adapt words ; but he has succeeded very happily in these few lines. As I could
But I will rally and combat the ruiner :
sing the tune, and was fond of them, he was so good as to give me them, about a year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that season, little ap. prehending that it was a last farewel. I preserve this little relic, in his own hand writing, with an affectionate care. I am, Sir, Your humble servant,
2 O B E I DE: A TRA G E D Y.
JOSEPH CRADDOCK, ESQ.
ACTED AT THE
THEATRE - ROY A L, coveNT-GARDEN
S POKEN BY MR. QUICK.
In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore,
With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply laden,
(Upper gallery.) There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen'em
(Pit.) Here trees of stately size and billing turtles in 'em
(Balconies.) Here ill conditioned oranges abound_ (Stage.) And apples, pitter apples strew the ground:
[Tasting them. The inhabitants are canibals I fear: I heard a hissing—there are serpents here! 0, there the people are best keep my distance ; Our Captain (gentle natives) craves aslistance ; Our ship's well stor'd-in yonder creek we've laid
His honour is no mercenary trader,