IN these bold times, when Learning’s sons explore The distant climate and the savage shore; When wise Astronomers to India steer, And quit for Venus, many a brighter here; While Botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling, 5 Forsake the fair, and patiently—go simpling; When every bosom swells with wond’rous scenes, Priests, cannibals, and hoity-toity queens: Our bard into the general spirit enters, And fits his little frigate for adventures: 10 With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply laden, He this way steers his course, in hopes of trading— Yet ere he lands he ’as ordered me before, To make an observation on the shore. Where are we driven? our reck’ning sure is lost! 15 This seems a barren and a dangerous coast. —— what a sultry climate am I under! Yon ill foreboding cloud seems big with thunder. (_Upper Gallery._) There Mangroves spread, and larger than I’ve seen ’em— (_Pit._) Here trees of stately size—and turtles in ’em— 20 (_Balconies._) Here ill-condition’d oranges abound— (_Stage._) And apples (_takes up one and tastes it_), bitter apples strew the ground. The place is uninhabited, I fear! I heard a hissing—there are serpents here! O there the natives are—a dreadful race! 25 The men have tails, the women paint the face! No doubt they’re all barbarians.—Yes, ’tis so, I’ll try to make palaver with them though; (_Making signs._) ’Tis best, however, keeping at a distance. Good Savages, our Captain craves assistance; 30 Our ship’s well stor’d;—in yonder creek we’ve laid her; His honour is no mercenary trader; This is his first adventure; lend him aid, Or you may chance to spoil a thriving trade. His goods, he hopes are prime, and brought from far, 35 Equally fit for gallantry and war. What! no reply to promises so ample? I’d best step back—and order up a sample. THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS: SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. OVERTURE—A SOLEMN DIRGE. AIR—TRIO. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe; When truth and virtue reach the skies, ’Tis ours to weep the want below! CHORUS. When truth and virtue, etc. 5 MAN SPEAKER.