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Together thro' the fields they stray'd,

And to the murmuring riv'let's fide; Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd

With honest joy, and decent pride, When, oh! with grief the More relates

The mournful sequel of my tale ; Sent by an order from the Fates,

A gunner met them in the vale. Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, “ My dear!

“ Hafte, hafte away! from danger fly! « Here, gunner! point thy thunder here;

" O, spare my love, and let me die !" At him the gunner took his aim;

His aim, alas ! was all too true : O! had he chose some other game ;

Or fhoto-as he was wont to do! Divided pair I forgive the wrong,

While I with tears your fate rehearse; I'll join the widow's plaintive song,

And save the lover in my verse.



AN ELEGY. Written on the last Day of August. HARD by yon copfe, that skirts the flow'sy vale,

As late I walk'd to taste the ev'ning breeze, A plaintive murmur mingled in the gale,

And notes of forrow echo'd thro' the trees,

Touch'd by the penfive found, I nearer drew;

But my rude ftep increas'd the cause of pain : Soon o'er my head the whirring Partridge flew,

Alarm’d; and with her flew an infant train, But short th' excursion; for unus'd to play,

Feebly the unfledg'd wings th' effay could make: The parent, fhelter'd by the clofing day,

Lodg'd her lov'd covey in a neighb'ring brake. Her cradling pinions there she amply spread,

And hush'd th'affrighted family to rest ; But still the late alarm suggested dread,

And closer to their feath'ry friend they press’d. She, wretched parent! doom'd to various woe,

Felt all a mother's hope, a mother's care ; With grief foresaw the dawn's impending blow,

And, to avert it, thus preferr'd her pray’r: " Thou! who e'en the sparrow doft befriend ;

“ Whose providence protects the harmless wren ; “ Thou, God of birds ! these innocents defend,

“ From the vile sport of unrelenting men. “ For soon as dawn Mall dapple yonder skies,

“ The slaughtering gunner, with the tube of fate, " While the dire dog the faithless stubble tries,

“ Shall persecute our tribe with annual hate.

the sun, unfann'd by cooling gale, “ Parch with unusual heat th' undewy ground; “ So shall the pointer's wonted cunning fail,

“ So thall the sportsman leave my babes unfound. 66. Then shall I fearless guide them to the mead ; 15 Then shall I fee with joy their plumage grow;

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“ Then shall I see (fond thought) their future breed,

“ And every transport of a parent know ! " But if some victim must endure the dart,

" And fate marks out that victim from my race, “ Strike, strike the leaden vengeance thro' this heart! O Mara! spare my babes! and I the death embrace.


DEEP in a grove by cypress shaded,

Where mid-day fun had seldom Thone,
Or noise the solemn scene invaded,

Save some afflicted Muse's moan,
A swain, towards full-ag'd manhood wending,

Sat forrowing at the close of day,
At whose fond lide a boy attending

Lifp'd half his father's cares away.
The father's eyes no object wrested,

But on the smiling prattler hung,
Till, what his throbbing heart suggested,

These accents trembled from his tongue :
“ My youth's first hope, my manhood's treasure,

My deareft innocent, attend, " Nor fear rebuke, or four displeasure :

« A father's lovelieft name is Friend. « Some truths from long experience flowing,

“ Worth more than royal grants, receive ; « For truths are wealths of Heav'n's bestowing,

- Which kings have seldom power to give.

6 Since, from an ancient race descended,

“ You boast an upattainted blood, “ By yours be their fair fạme attended,

“ And claim by birth-right to be good. " In love for every fellow-creature,

“ Superior rise above the crowd; “ What most ennobles human nature

“ Was ne'er the portion of the proud. “ Be thine the generous heart that borrows

“ From others' joys a friendly glow, " And for each hapless neighbour's sorrows

" Throbs with a sympathetic woe. " This is the temper most endearing,

“ Tho' wide proud pomp her banner spreads, « An heavenlier power good-nature bearing,

“ Each heart in willing thraldom leads.
" Tafte not from fame's uncertain fountain

The peace-destroying dreams that flow,
Nor from ambition's dangerous mountain

“ Look down upon the world below. ". The princely pine on hills exalted,

" Whose lofty branches cleave the sky, “* By winds, long bray’d, at last assaulted,

“ Is headlong whirl'd in duft to lie; " While the mild rose, more safely growing,

" Low in its unaspiring vale, “ Amid retirement's shelter blowing,

Exchanges (weets with ev'ry gale. « With not for beauty's darling features,

" Moulded by Nature's partial pow's,

« For fairest forms 'mong human creatures

« Shine but the pageants of an hour. " I saw, the pride of all the meadow,

At noon, a gay narcissus blow « Upon a river's bank, whose shadow

« Bloom'd in the filver waves below; « By noon-tide's heat its youth was wasted,

“ The waters, as they pass’d, complain'd; " At eve, its glories all were blasted,

" And not one former tint remain'd. " Nor let vain wit's deceitful glory - Lead


from Wisdom's path aftray; " What genius lives renown'd in story,

“ To happiness who found the way? “ In yonder mead behold that vapour,

" Whose vivid beams illusive play, « Far off it seems a friendly taper,

“ To guide the trav’ller on his way ; " But should some hapless wretch, pursuing,

* Tread where the treach'rous meteors glow, “ He'd find, too late, his raínnefs rueing,

“That fatal quicksands lurk below: " In life such bubblez nought admiring,

" Gilt with false light, and fillid with air, Do you, from pageant crowds retiring,

" To Peace in Virtue's cot repair. ef There seek the never-wafted treasure

" Which mutual love and friendship give, 66 Domestic comfort, spotless pleasure,

" And bleft and bleffing you will live.

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