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VERSES

To the Memory of Mrs. Pritchard, who died August, 1761, aged 57.

Her Comic vein had ev'ry charm to please;
'Twas Nature's dictates breath'd with Nature's ease:
E'en when her pow'rs sustain'd the Tragic load,
Full, clear, and just, th' harmonious accents flow'd;
And the big passions of her feeling heart
Burst freely forth, and sham'd the Mimic Art.
Oft on the scene, with colours not her own,
She painted vice, and taught us what to shun.
One virtuous track her real life pursu'd,
That nobler part was uniformly good;
Each duty there to such perfection wrought,
That, if the precepts fail'd, th' example taught.
Westminster Abbey.