EPILOGUE To the YOUNG QUAKER, Spoken by Miss FRODSHAM, in the Character of DINAH. August, 1783

No more nam'd Primrose, I'm my Reuben's wife, And Dinah Sadboy I am call'd for life. There will I rest. Though alter'd be my name, My faith and manners shall remain the same. Still shall my cheek show Nature's white and red; No cap shall rise, like Steeple from my head; Powder, pomatum, ne'er my locks shall deck, Nor curls, like Sausages, adorn my neck. In leathern carriage though I sometimes go, I'll mount no lofty chaise in Rotten-Row. Me shall the eye of Wonder ne'er behold In varnish'd vehicle, all paint and gold, With liveried slaves behind, in grand parade, All sticks, bags, lace, brown powder, and cockade— Drawn thro' the crowded Park—while at my side The booted nobles of the nation ride— Showing at once in state and splendour vain, Both Lazarus and Dives in my train. Ye, who in marriage, wealth and grandeur seek, Think what a blessing is a wife that's meek! A helpmate, true of heart, and full of Love, Such as to Reuben Dinah means to prove! —Much art thou chang'd, my Reuben!—But 'twere strange To wish thy faithful Dinah too might change. Wife of thy bosom, ne'er shall I delight To turn the night to day, the day to night; The Vigils pale of Balls and Routes to keep, Or at the Card-table to murther sleep. My mind shall still be pure, my thoughts serene, My habit simple, and my person clean. No pomps and vanities will I pursue, But love my home, and love my husband too.