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So far was well,—but Clelia thought not fit
His vulgar insult, and her keen abuse;
And as their spirits wasted in the strife,
Another term is past; ten other
In various trials, troubles, views, and fears:
Of these some pass'd in small attempts at trade;
For now she said, "They'll miss th' endearing friend, "And I'll be there the soften'd heart to bend :"
And true a part was done as Clelia plann’d—
She wrote a novel, and Sir Denys said,
The dedication was the best he read;
But Edgeworths, Smiths, and Radcliffes so engross'd The public ear, that all her pains were lost.
To keep a toy-shop was attempt the last,
There too she fail'd, and schemes and hopes were past.
And one poor robe through fifty fashions sent);
Now with the menials crowding to the wall,
And with degraded vanity unfold,
How she too triumph'd in the years of old.
To her poor friends 'tis now her pride to tell
At church she points to one tall seat, and “There
Touch'd by the pity he had felt before,
"And, as they say, she is allied to some
Here she and Blaney meet, and take their view
The purest virtue never wins their praise ;
Still with regret departed glories state,
And mourn their grievous fall, and curse their rigorous
INHABITANTS OF THE ALMS-HOUSE.
Thou art the Knight of the Burning Lamp-if thou wast any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be by this fire. Oh! thou 'rt a perpetual triumph, thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking in a night betwixt tavern and
Ebrietas tibi fida comes, tibi Luxus, et atris
Circa te semper volitans Infamia pennis.