“ON A CERTAIN DUCHESS.
“Her mien like Cytherea’s dove,
Her lips like Hybla’s honey;
Who would not give a vote for love,
Unless he wanted money?”
Walpole’s lovely nieces, the three Ladies Waldegrave, added the influence of their charms to those of the winsome Georgiana, and were gallantly apostrophized with “Devon’s Queen:”—
“Fair DEVON all good English hearts must approve,
And the Waldgraves (God bless their sweet faces),
The Duchess she looks like the sweet Queen of love
And they like the three Sister Graces.”
The influence of this novel captivation upon the hearts of those so happy as to be admitted to the electoral franchise acted like magic:—
“There’s Devonshire’s Duchess, all beauty and grace,
Each morning so early she shows her sweet face;
Tho’ ever so envious, all must her extol,
Then rouse up your spirits, and come to the poll.”