Even Cracherode’s self, whom passions rarely move,
At this soft shrine has deign’d to whisper love.—
Haste then, ye swains, who Rumming’s form adore,
Possess your Elinour, and sigh no more.
W. R.”
The Marquis of Bute told Dallaway that he gave twenty guineas for the original engraving of Elinour: see Dallaway’s Letheræum, 1821, p. 6.
Rand’s edition opens with the following lines, which, I need hardly observe, are by some rhymer of the day:
“Skeltons Ghost.
To all tapsters and tiplers,
And all ale house vitlers,