Bleft with thy prefence, I could all forget, But exil'd thence, fuperfluous is the rest, As all my wrongs diftrefsful I repeat, Say, can thy pulfe with equal cadence beat? Canft thou know peace? is confcience mute within? That upright delegate for secret fin; Is nature so extinguish'd in thy heart, That not one spark remains to take my part? Thou, nor remorfe, nor thought humane, canft feel: Nature has form'd thee of the rougher kind, And education more debas'd thy mind. Born in an age when Guilt and Fraud prevail, When Juftice fleeps, and Int'reft holds the scale; Whom chance, or habit mix, but rarely choice, These are the leaders of thy blinded youth, Whofe Whofe fcurril jefts all folemn ties profane, Each word, each look, that spoke my charmer kind; But oh! how dear their memory I pay ! What pleasures paft can present cares allay? Ah! what avails, to think I once was blefs'd! Thofe perjur'd pledges of fictitious truth, My cred❜lous heart once leap'd at ev'ry word, My glowing bofom throbb'd with thick-heav'd fighs, And floods of rapture rush'd into mine eyes: Why Why doft thou mock the ties of conftant love? Oh! emulate, my love, that task divine, Where I can trust, and thou betray no more. Might I but once again behold thy charms, Might I but breathe my last in those dear arms, On that loy'd face but fix my clofing eye, Permitted where I might not live to die, My foften'd fate I wou'd accufe no more! But fate has no fuch happiness in store, "Tis "Tis past, 'tis done-what gleam of hope behind, When I can ne'er be falfe, nor thou be kind? Why, then, this care-'tis weak-'tis vain farewel At that laft word what agonies I feel! I faint I dieremember, I was true→→→ SECT. SECT. XI. CAUSE OF THE DEATH OF SAVAGE. SAVAGE, that unfortunate genius, born, as he fays, "Of a mother, and yet no mother!" who, after he had been allowed £.200 per annum, by Lord TYRCONNEL, which was taken unjuftly from him; after he was penfioned by the QUEEN, on whom he had written verfes, and the penfion ceased at her demife; after having tired his friends, who feared to acknowledge him, on account of his fhabby drefs, fo expreffive of his circumstances, being at length arrested and thrown into Newgate, for the fmall fum of eight guineas, he bore this laft misfortune with uncommon fortitude. Six months elapfed in prifon, when he received a letter from Mr. POPE, on whofe kindnefs he had the greateft confidence, and to whom he applied, charging him with ingratitude, drawn up in fuch terms as refentment dictated. Mr. SAVAGE returned an answer, proving his innocence from the charge. The accufation, however, ftrongly affected his mind: he became immediately melancholy, and in a few days afterwards was feized with pains in his back and loins, which not being violent, he was not fufpected to be |