Old Beelzebub mutter'd these words as he flew—
'May thou and thy offspring for ever reign on,
For the devil can't find such a race when you're gone.'
Derry, etc.
Finis.
[fol. 389.]
ON A LATE DEFEAT, 1746, said to have been composed by a Scots gentleman, an officer in the Dutch service.
Canst thou, my muse, such desolation view—