The Prince’s Petition.
Pity the troubles of a poor young Prince,
Whose costly scheme has borne him to your door;
Who’s in a fix—the matter not to mince—
Oh, help him out, and Commerce swell your store.
This empty hat my awkward case bespeaks,
These blank subscription-lists explain my fear;
Days follow days, and weeks succeed to weeks,
But very few contributors appear.
Yon house, whose walls with casements tall abound,