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Are his:—and while the cheerful faggots burn, "His lisping children hail their sire's return!"

But wandering Players, "unhousel'd, unanneal'd," And unappointed, scour life's common field, A flying squadron!—disappointments cross 'em, And the campaign concludes, perhaps, at Horsham!

Oh! ye, whose timely bounty deigns to shed Compassion's balm upon my luckless head, Benevolence, with warm and glowing breast, And soft, celestial mercy, doubly blest! Smile on the generous act!—where means are given, To aid the wretched is—to merit Heaven.