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Back to green pastures he the wanderers led,
ON MRS. GROVE.
By her Husband, W. Grove, Esq. Grier, love, and gratitude, devote this stone
To her, whose virtues blest a husband's life, When late in duty's sphere she mildly shone,
As friend, as sister, daughter, mother, wife. In the bright morn of beauty, joy, and wealth,
Insidious Palsy near the victim drew, Dashed from her youthful hands the cup of health,
And round her limbs his numbing fetters threw. Year after year, her Christian firmness strove
To check the rising sigh, the tear repress, Still, with soft smiles, the fears of anxious love,
And Heaven's correcting hand in silence bless. Thus tried her faith, and thus prepared her heart,
At length the awful.call the ALMIGHTY gave, She heard, resigned to linger or depart,
Bowed her meek head, and sunk into the grave.
ON C. DICEY, Esq.---Mrs. H. More.
When this frail marble, faithless to its trust,
pause! reflect, repent, resolve, amend ! Life has no length, eternity no end !
ON MISS DRUMMOND.-Mason.
Here sleeps what once was beauty, once was grace;
Grace, that with tenderness and sense combined To form that harmony of soul and face,
Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind.
In virgin innocence, in nature's pride,
Sunk in her father's fond embrace, and died.
Faith lends her aid to ease affliction's load; The parent mourns his child upon her bier,
The Christian yields an angel to his God,
ON A YOUNG LADY.
STAY, Christian, stay; nor let thy haste profane
In bloom of beauty, humbly turned aside
her own :
give, And learned to die, ere others learn to live.
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.
Upon my word, sir, you mistake,
(But don't be angry, for heaven's sake;)
know's the same to me,” He said, and seiz'd the helpless victim, And to the bones the tyrant pick'd him.
THE TULIP AND THE VIOLET. See yonder gaudy tulip rise,
And to the sun her leaves display ; My fancy gives her voice and eyes,
And thus the boaster seems to say: “ Queen of the gay parterre I reign,
My glowing dies, how bright they shine! “ The flow'rs unfold their bloom in vain,
“ No flower has charms to equal mine. By nature meant for regal sway,
- Tall and majestic I appear; “ Ye subject tribes, your queen obey,
“ My high command submissive hear. “ When I unfold my matchless bloom,
“ And to the noon my beauties spread, “ Let no aspiring flow'r presume
“ Near me to lift her abject head.” The flow'rs are silent while she speaks,
And only blush to hear her pride: The silence when a vi'let breaks,
That crept, unheeded, by her side. “ Thy arrogance, imperious flow'r,
To real worth has made thee blind; « Thy vaunted beauties of an hour,
“ Are charms of an inferior kind. “ From thee no fragrant odours breathe.
" No healing gifts thy leaves bestow; " The flow'rs thou view'st with scorn beneath,
“ Can more pretence to merit show. “ The cowslip's virtues, and my own,
“ Let man, let grateful man confess; « To him our real worth is known ; “ Thee he admires but for thy dress.”