By Miss Pennington who died in the year 1759, aged 25. The following character of her, by Mr. Duncombe, is extracted from that Gentleman’s Poem “The Feminead,”
“Nor shall thy much-lov’d Pennington remain
Unsung, unhonour’d in my votive strain.
See where the soft enchantress, wandering o’er
The fairy ground that Philips trod before,
Exalts her chemic wand, and swift behold
The basest metals ripen into gold:
Beneath her magic touch, with wondering eye,
We view vile copper with pure sterling vie;
Nor shall the Farthing, sung by her, forbear