FROM THE LATIN
OF VIDA.
Say, heavenly muse, their youthful frays rehearse;
Begin, ye daughters of immortal verse.
Exulting rocks have own’d the power of song,
And rivers listen’d as they flow’d along.
AN ELEGY
ON THAT GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word—
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass’d her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor—
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wondrous winning,
And never follow’d wicked ways—
Unless when she was sinning.