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HERE lies poor Ned PURDON, from misery
* This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin ; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the news. papers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.
* G OOD people all, with one accord,
Lament for madam Blaize, i
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy feldom pafs'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond’rous winning;
Unless when she was finning.
At church, in silks and fatins new,
With hoop of monstrous fize; She never slumber'd in her pew,
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was fought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more ;
When she has walk'd before.
But now her wealth and finery fied,
Her hangers-on cut short all ;
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow fore,
For Kent-street well may fay,
She had not dy'd tô-day.