_Sir Sidney Smith and Miss Rumbold._
Says Sidney—“I’ll put all white slavery down;
All Europe I’ll summon to arms;”
But fair Rumbold replied—“I’ll reverse _my_ renown,
For all men shall be slaves to my charms.”
If thus, lovely champion, that tongue and those eyes
Can set all mankind by the ears;
Go—fire off your glances, explode a few sighs,
And make captive the Dey of Algiers!
Thus you’ll rival papa both in glory and gains;
He may conquer the tyrant—you’ll lead him in _chains_.
I cannot conclude these memoranda without adding a few fragments from
some unpublished and nearly unknown works, the production of Miss
Tylden, the amiable young lady to whom I have before introduced the
reader, (see pages 71, 72, 141, 142,) and who commenced versifying at
the early age of fifteen. Her compositions are numerous, and comprise a
variety of subjects and of styles; but, with a natural and becoming
modesty, (though in _her_ case, in my opinion, unnecessary,) she refuses
to submit them to the ordeal of the public. I sincerely hope she may
change her resolution.