[Footnote 7: BURNS, and Mrs. YEARSLEY.

Who now reads the verses of Ann Yearsley, the poetic milkwoman, who was so lauded beyond her deserts, by Mrs. H. More?few or none.

[Mrs. Yearsley.]

You are not only benevolence itself, but, with fifty times the genius of a Yearsley, you are void of vanity.

Dame Yearsley reminds me of the Troubadours, those vagrants whom I used to admire till I knew their history; and who used to pour out trumpery verses, and flatter or abuse accordingly as they were housed and clothed, or dismissed to the next parish.