The Sun.
London, England, 1815-04-24 00:00:00

EPILOGUE.

WRITTEN BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.
Last night, as lonely o'er my fire I sat, •
Thinking of cues, starts, exits, and-,--all that,f
And wondering touch what little knavish-Sit rite
Had put it first in womens' beads to write;
Sudden 1 saw—as in same Witching dream—
A bright blue glory round my hook-case beam,
Frain whose quick-opening folds of azure ligtit,
00 flew a tiny Form, as small and bright
M Puck, the Fairy, when he pops his head,
Sonic sunny morning, front a violet bed ;—•
Bliss me!'—l starting cried—' what Imp are you?'
• A small He-devil, Ma'atn—my name BAS }hau-
A hawkish sprite, mach giv'ti to routs and reading;
'Tis I who teach your spinster of high breeding
• The reigning taste in Chemistry and caps,
'The last new bounds of tuckers and of maps,
• And when the waltz has twirril her giddy brain,
With metaphysics twirl it back again!'—
I
view'd hint, as he spoke—his hose were blue,
His wings—the covers of the last Review—
Cerulean, border'd with a jaundice-hue,
And tinsell'd gaily o'er, for evening. wear, .
Till the next quarter brings a new-liedg'd pair.
• Inspied by me,' (pursued this waggish Fairy)
"rhat best of wives arid Sapphos, Lady Mary,
• Votary alike of Crispin, and the •M use,
• Makes her own splayrfoot epigrams and shoes.
• For me the eyes of young Camilla shine,
And mingle Lovers blue brilliancies with mine;
For me-she sits apart, from coxcombs shrinking,
6 Looks wise, the pretty soul! and thinks she's thinking.
•By my advice Miss Indigo attends •
• Lectures on Memory, and assures her friends,
" Pon honour—(iniimicks)—nothing can surpass the plan
" Of that Professor—(trying to recollect)—psha! that MCP
tuory man—
" That—what's his name ?—him I attended lately—.
" Pun honour,. he imprOved Mg memory greatly!"
'Here, curtseyic low, I ask'd the blue-legg'd Sprite
What share he had in this our Play to night ?
' Nay, there—he cried—' there I am guiltless quite :
What! chose it-Heroine from the Gothic time,
• When no one waltz'd and none but, monks could rhyme;
• When lovely Woman, all unschool'd and wild,
• Blush'd without art, and without culture *wird: •
• Simple as flow'rs, while yet nnelaBs'd they shone,
' Ere Science can'd their brilliant Pork! her own,
• Rang'd the wild, rosy things in learned orders,
And till'd with Greek the garden's blushing borders !
' No—no—your gentle Inas will not do—
' ro-morrow evening, when the lights burn blue,
• come-6miiiting downwards)—you understand—till
then„adieu!'
-And •has the Sprite been here ? No—jests apart—
• Howe'er man rules in science and in art,
The sphere of woman's glories is the heart.
And if our Muse have sketched, with pencil true,
The wife—the mother—firm, yet gentle too,

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Whose soul, wrapp'd up in ttes itself hath spun,
'Trembles; if touch'd in the remotest one;—
Who loves—yet dares ev'n Love himself disown,
When Honour's broken shaft supports his throne;
If such our Ina, she may scorn the evils, •
Dire as they are, of Critics and—Blue Devils.

COVENT GARDEN.—Mr. KEMBLE, we regret to
bear, was taken ill on Saturday, aiid was not able
to perform. The part of the Stranger was; in
consequence, sustained by Mr.YouNG, whose ex-
ertious were honoured with general and warn
applause.

- It is said that BILIONAPARTE would not permit
Lord F. SOMERSET to take ith him from Paris_
the Duke of WELLINGTON'S valuable plate, which
had' been presented to him in connuernoration of
his -many glorious victories.
Admiral GANTHELIME has assumed the com-
mand Of the Toulon fleet.
The Conscription Laws are, it is said, again
acted upon in France. A demand of 1500 men
has been made upon Dieppe.
The LORD MAYOR teas, in compliance with the
requisition of some of the Liverymen, appointed
a CAonzelonhaHa s
blel be
fough ltdaot ni3';_.ll'llistster%d .
between
the
Hon. Mr. CAPEL and Baron TRIPP, but fortu-
nately without being fatal to either.

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