To tell you truths you will not take as true, LXXXV. Oh Mrs. Fry! Why go to Newgate? Why A jargon, a mere philanthropic din, LXXXVI. Teach them the decencies of good threescore; Cure them of tours, hussar and highland dresses; Tell them that youth once gone returns no more, That hired huzzas redeem no land's distresses; Tell them Sir William Curtis (2) is a bore, Too dull even for the dullest of excesses, LXXXVII. Tell them, though it may be perhaps too late To set up vain pretences of being great, 'Tis not so to be good; and be it stated, (1) [The Quaker lady, whose benevolent exertions have effected so great a change in the condition of the female prisoners in Newgate.] (2) [This worthy alderman died in 1829.] The worthiest kings have ever loved least state; And tell them -But you won't, and I have prated Just now enough; but by and by I'll prattle Like Roland's horn (1) in Roncesvalles' battle. (1) ["O for a blast of that dread horn, On Fontarabian echoes borne, That to King Charles did come, On Roncesvalles died."- Marmion.] END OF THE SIXTEENTH VOLUME. |