Enr Me Rnnner.

TO FORTUNE.

BY MRS. DR. C. s. WILSON.
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BY MRS. DR. C. $. WILSON. say dame fortune don't you think, yourself, It's almost time that I should have some pelf: You know full well, I've waited many year, (And many more I'll have to wait, fear) And waited, foo, with some degree of pleasure, Hoping your ladyship might have some leisure, Some idle day, in which you'd deign to pour, On yours, respectfully, golden shower.

 need not say how much I am dstress'd,

 Nor tell how much my spirits are depress'd,

 With half al eye, if you're disFos'd to look,

 You'd read il in my face, in book;

 Nor yet how most unpleasant lis to bear.

 Upon my brow, the finger marks of care:

 The giggling girls cry out, upon my life

 I'd want husband ere I'dbe his wle' I know it, Fortune, felt fl from my birth, That poverty a crime, a very curse, Much worse than eastern plaques oryelow fever, Or any other evil, that's yet ever Been pourd by fate on that strange creature, man, And blast him with worse. she never can; mean whilst you, great Fortune, rule the world, But have care, good Dame, you may be hurl,d From yonr high station, low as Lucifer, And groan like him, when you think what you wer Now hear me, Fortune grant me my request

 With few millions make me truly blest,

 And I'll forget your trowns in bygone years,

 And if you're liberal, cen forget the tears,

 The blistering tears, I've shed for many day,

 And for your highness ever, eyer pray. But you seorn my humble cry and prayer, I'll roll my sleeves up, make my right arm bare, With awful resolution seize my pen, Twill be the time, good Dame, to tremble then, For faith, I'll tell mankind of all your tricks, Show how you merit their well laid on ricls, And if hard names my end can compass, I'll raise about your ears so din rumpuss That you'll be glad to leave your glittcring throne And in some eaYe your fallen state bemoan;

 Think well ere you determine what to do,

 For if you fall no longer man to you

 Will bow his manly head, or bend his knee,

 Neglected, aye, forgotten, you will be. Three lays give you, Madam, to decide, Consider well, nor do my threat deride, For should fail to pull you from your throne, l I'll hermit turn, live in the woods alone,

 (See what q loss to mankind and to you,

 For subjects such as I, there are but lew,)

 By Jupiter, ere you my peace shall ravage,

 I'll leave this Christian land, become savage! LITTLE ROCK. Dec. 2l, lS44.