And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast, On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'd, SONG 66 INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN SHE STOOPS TO "1 CONQUER Aн, me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me: He, fond youth, that could carry me, Offers to love, but means to deceive me. But I will rally, and combat the ruiner : Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover: She that gives all to the false one pursuing her, Makes but a penitent, loses a lover. TRANSLATION 2 Addison, in some beautiful Latin lines inserted in the Spectator, is entirely of opinion that birds observe a strict chastity of manners, and never admit the caresses of a different tribe.-(v. Spectator, No. 412.) CHASTE are their instincts, faithful is their fire, No foreign beauty tempts to false desire; The snow-white vesture, and the glittering crown, [1 This was first printed by Boswell in the London Magazine for June, 1774. It had been intended for the part of "Miss Hardcastle," but Mrs. Bulkley, who played that part, was no vocalist. Goldsmith himself sang it very agreeably to an Irish air, The Humours of Balamagairy. (See Birkbeck Hill's Boswell, 1887, ii. 219.)] [2 From Goldsmith's History of the Earth and Animated Nature, 1774, V. 312.] Prompt not their love:-the patriot bird pursues EPITAPH ON THOMAS PARNELL' More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, THE CLOWN'S REPLY 2 JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers " [1 This epitaph was first printed with The Haunch of Venison, 1776. Parnell died in 1718. In 1770 Goldsmith wrote his life.] [2 First printed at p. 79 of Poems and Plays. By Oliver Goldsmith, M.B. Dublin, 1777. It is there dated " Edinburgh, 1753."] EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON 1 HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world,-- EPILOGUE FOR MR. LEE LEWES 2 HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense; I'd speak a word or two to ease my conscience. My pride forbids it ever should be said, My heels eclips'd the honours of my head; That I found humour in a piebald vest, Or ever thought that jumping was a jest. (Takes off his mask.) Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? [ First printed as Goldsmith's in Poems and Plays, 1777, P. 79. Purdon had been at Trinity College, Dublin, with Goldsmith. Swift wrote a somewhat similar epigram; but Goldsmith's model was probably La Mort du Sieur Etienne. (Forster's Life, ii. 39.)] 1871, ha39es Lee Lewes (1740-1803) was the original "Young Marlow" of She Stoops to Conquer. He had previously been Harlequin of the theatre, but he thoroughly succeeded in his new part, and the grateful author wrote him this Epilogue for his Benetit, May 7, 1773.] No-I will act, I'll vindicate the stage: Ay, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating : 'Twas thus that Aesop's stag, a creature blameless, And cavill'd at his image in the flood. "The deuce confound," he cries, "these drumstick shanks, They never have my gratitude nor thanks; But for a head, yes, yes, I have a head. How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen drew. Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free, (Taking a jump through the stage door.) Enter MRS. BULKLEY, who curtsies very low as beginning to speak. Then enter MISS CATLEY, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the audience. MRS. BULKLEY HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your business here? The Epilogue. MISS CATLEY MRS. BULKLEY The Epilogue? MISS CATLEY Yes, the Epilogue, my dear. MRS. BULKLEY Sure you mistake, Ma'am. The Epilogue, I bring it. MISS CATLEY Excuse me, Ma'am. The Author bid me sing it. Recitative Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring, MRS. BULKLEY Why, sure the girl's beside herself: an Epilogue of singing, A hopeful end indeed to such a blest beginning. Excuse me, Ma'am, I know the etiquette. [This Epilogue, given to Bishop Percy by Goldsmith, was first printed at p. 82, vol. ii. of the Miscellaneous Works of 1801. It was written with intent to conciliate the rival claims of Mrs. Bulkley and Miss Catley, the former of whom wished to speak, the latter to sing, the Epilogue. (See Cradock's Memoirs, 1826, i. 225.)] |