To fnatch a glance, to mark the fpot
Where EMMA walk'd and wept.

Oft 'too in Stanemore's wintry wafte,
Beneath the moonlight shade,
In fighs to pour his foften'd foul,
The midnight mourner stray'd.

His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
A deadly pale o'ercaft;

So fades the fresh rofe in its prime,

Before the northern blast.

The parents now, with late remorfe,

Hung o'er his dying bed,

And weary'd Heav'n. with fruitless pray'rs,
And fruitless forrows fhed..

She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd,
And bath'd with many a tear ;
Firft falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning dews appear.

But oh! his fifter's jealous care
(A cruel fifter fhe!)
Forbad what EMMA came to fay,
My EDWIN, live for me.

Now

Just then the reach'd, with trembling steps,

Her aged mother's door!

He's gone, fhe cried, and I must fee

That angel face no more!

I feel, I feel this breaking heart

Beat high against my fide:

From her white arm down funk her head,

She fhiver'd, figh'd, and died.

CHAP XVI.

CELADON

MALLET,

AND AMELIA,

'TIS

IS liftening fear and dumb amazement all; When to the startled eye the fudden glance Appears far south, eruptive thro' the cloud;

And following flower, in explofion vast,

The Thunder raises his tremendous voice.

At first, heard folemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempeft growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noife aftounds: till over head a sheet
Of livid flame difclofes wide; then shuts,
And opens wider ; shutsand opens ftill
Expanfive, wrapping æther in a blaze.
Follows the loofen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep'ning, mangling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulfing heaven and earth.

Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought
And yet not always on the guilty head
Defcends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matchless pair ;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace;
The fame, diftinguifh'd by the fex alone :
Her's the mild luftte of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the rifen day.

They lov'd: but fuch their guiltless paffion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undiffembling truth.
'I was friendship heighten'd by the mutual wish.
Th' enchanting hope, and fympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, cach was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd

The

The rural day, and talk'd the flowing hour,
Or figh'd and look'd unutterable things.

So pafs'd, their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled: till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedlefs how far, and where its mazes ftray,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden smile around.

Heavy with inftant fate her bofom heav'd
Unwonted fighs; and ftealing oft a look
Tow'rds the big gloom, on CELADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her difordered cheek.
In vain affuring love, and confidence

In HEAVEN, reprefs'd her fear; it grew, and shook
Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd
Th' unequal confiect and as angels look
On dying faints, his eyes compaffion fled,
With love illumin'd high. "Fear not," he said,
"Sweet innocence! thou ftranger to offence,

And inward ftorm! He who yon fkies involves
"In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
"With kind regard. O'er thee the fecret shaft
"That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
"Of noon, flies harmless; and that very voice,
"Which thunders terror thro' the guilty hear,
"With tongues of feraphs whispers peace to thine,
"'Tis fafety to be near thee fure, and thus
"To clafp perfection!" From his void embrace
(Myfterious Heaven!) that moment to the ground,
A blacken'd corfe, was ftruck the beauteous maid.
But who can paint the lover as he stood,
Pierc'd by fevere amazement, hating life,

Speechlefs, and fix'd in all the death of woe!

So, faint refemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well diffembled mourner ftooping ftands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad.

CHA P. XVII.

THOMSON.

JUNIO AND THE ANA

OON as young reafon dawn'd in Junio's breast,
His father fent him from thefe genial ifies,
To where old Thames with confcious pride furveys
Green Eton, foft abode of
every Mufe.

Each claffic beauty he foon made his own;
And foon fam'd Ifis faw him woo the nine,
On her inspiring banks. Love tun'd his fong;
For fair Theana was his only theme,

Acafto's daughter, whom in early youth
He oft diftinguifh'd; and for whom he oft
Had climb' the bending cocoa's airy height,
To rob it of its nectar; which the maid,
When he prefented, more nectareous deem'd.
The sweetest fappadillas oft he brought;
From him more fweet ripe fappadillas feem'd.
Nor had long abfence yet effac'd her form
Her charms ftill triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair,
One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks ;
Nor knew, till then, fweet Sheen contain❜d his all.
His taste mature approv'd his infant choice.
In colour, form, expreffion, and in grace,
She fhone all perfect; while each pleafing art,
And each foft virtue that the fex adorns,

Adorn'd