MISS A . A first-rate Terrestrial Goddess

I came, Apollo artless to this place, To shew how nature has adorn'd my face; Scarce fifteen summers have matur'd my frame And ev'n now the youths respect my name, I keep my charms for some more charming youth, Deserving virtue, innocence and truth—

Blushes but spoke, for modesty supprest Some conscious commendations in her breast; Above the muse has wrote in wordless verse, What bashful coyness could not well express.

Numbers there came of each degree and kind, The young, the old, the wanton and the blind, The flirt, coquette, the prude and vixen bold, The saucy doxy and the noisy scold, Miss C—R—and P—D—was there— And S-lly—D—n with her srizzl'd hair, And M—y—D—with her painted face, An K—S—without an ounce of grace: Till evening came—Apollo from the chair Softly arose and then address'd the fair; We must ad journ (the day is spent, he said) Till the next Philadelphiad calls our aid. Hear my decree—Miss A—n is the Queen, The prettiest maid this day that I have seen, Next court perhaps her equal we may find, Till then let each improve her youthful mind. The herald's trumpet echo'd through the skies, And told the crow'd Miss A—got the prize, Full well we read it in her sparkling eyes. A troop of Cupids made a car of arms, And off in triumph bore the queen of charms. Pale grew the crow'd, contempt was seen around, Their hopes perverted envy gave the wound.

Their first day's mission ended, up the gods In order mounted to their blest abodes.