AN EPILOGUE, Written by HENRY JAMES PYE, Esq

Well! after much perplexity and rout, At length the wished-for wedding's brought about. A foolish girl! so near to throw away Love, rank, and reputation, in a day. And all for what? from prejudice, in truth, Tho' christened delicacy, now, forsooth. If (sentimental nonsense thrown aside) To cards, and politics, she had applied, For common cares, her soul had been too great, And only felt an ardor, for the state; Had glow'd alone with freedom's glorious flame, And next to PAM's, had honour'd PAOLI's name.

Twice in our annals, baffled France and Spain Have wept the glories of a female reign: With great success I think we now might try The influence of a female ministry. In private life how well we're used to sway, More husbands know, than you'll persuade to say; And how finances properly to rule, All ladies learn, who ever kept a pool. Ye generous spirits, who approve my plan, And wish at least an equal sway with man, (And some malicious wits so bold we find, To say this comprehends all woman-kind) In favour of a female bard, to-night, Boldly assert a Briton's dearest right; From man, from haughty man's tyrannic laws, To your decision she submits her cause; Rests, on your candor, all her hopes and fears, And only claims—a Trial by her Peers.