And, ere Clarissa reach’d the wicked town,
The weary damsel threw the volume down.
“Give me,” she said, “for I would laugh or cry,
‘Scenes from the Life,’ and ‘Sensibility;’
‘Winters at Bath,’—I would that I had one! }
‘The Constant Lover,’ the ‘Discarded Son,’ 80}
‘The Rose of Raby,’ ‘Delmore,’ or ‘The Nun.’ }
These promise something, and may please, perhaps,
Like ‘Ethelinda,’ and the dear ‘Relapse.’”
To these her heart the gentle maid resign’d,