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Ros. It is the prettiest creature ever bred In garden, or that brows'd on flowery bed.
Theo. Shew it.
Ros. I dare not; it away will fly,
Open by degrees
Ros. I little thought, dear Theodore, that I Brought you a preacher, when I brought a fly.
Theo. You have, for me and for Rosetta too;
Ros. What Theodore esteems a teacher fit,
Theo. Once more, my dear, the amiable mold
Ros. Now I perceive, my dearest, that the fly May of a preacher well the place supply. Theo. In bliss, my love, none here that Fly
transcend, Born in a paradise his life to spend ; If you with sinful men such flies compare, They of the two on earth much happier are : They paradise enjoy, which we have lost ; They have full ease, we to and fro' are toss'd ; The world.we should renounce, we most admire ; All things to our eternal bane conspire ; The human butterflies of either sex, Who with their gaudy dress themselves perplex, Live but a day, tho' Hutt'ring many years. Life on the death-bed like one day appears; This earthly life, Rosetta, then despise, And to the life supernal lift your eyes.
Ros. Dear Theodore, O tell me how we best With trouble and temptation may contest.
Theo. Strive that this day may yesterday outdo, Of virtue nobler heights each day pursue ; GOD, to the present day our views confin'd, Would have us for the future live resign'd; Taught us to pray for only daily bread, And trust to him to be to-morrow fed. We'll live God's children, and to God resign'd, A brother and a sister to mankind. We'll to our fly give freedom, that he may Live his age o'er with happiness to-day; From him, each day, we'll learn to live content Upon the daily manna God has sent. With thanks to God we'll now our meal begin : Sweet is the meal which is not soured by sin; Sweet is the meal which wasted strength recruits, That God may of our vigour have the fruits. This day to future days shall be the plan, We'll every day DỌ ALL THE GOOD WE CAN.
The following Fragment was found in the Skeleton
Case at the Royal Academy, supposed to have been
deposited there by one of the Students.
Avails it whether bare or shod
ENVY, A FRAGMENT.-Miss Bowdler.
ENVY, her character; her dwelling near the road that leads to the Temple of Virtue. A fruit tree gives shelter and refreshment to travellers; she pulls off all the buds, to prevent it. A lamb takes shelter from the snow in her hut; she tears down the roof that it may not protect him, and leaves it so, that none may ever find shelter there.- Disturbs all travellers. -Schemos laid to defeat her.-Nothing will do but the shield of Truth, which is so bright that none dare carry it, because they cannot themselves stand it. At last Innocence, attended by MODESTY, undertakes it. ENVY attacks then with FURY, throws a dart, which, instead of hurting, only strikes off the veil which hid the face of Modesty, and makes all the world admire her. ENVY blushes for the first time; INNOCENCE holds up the shield.--Envy is dazzled, and becomes almost blind;- she flees from them, and wanders about the world, trying to burt every body, but being too blind to direct her darts, though they sometimes do harm, yet they always recoil upon herself, and give her the severest wounds.
Ye pleasing dreams of heavenly poesy,
How sweet with you to wander all the day
See at her call the awful forms arise
And now to softer scenes my steps she leads,
IV. And oft, when weary nature sinks oppress'd Beneath the load of sickness and of pain, When sweetest music cannot lull to rest, And present pleasure spreads her charms in vain, Bright Fancy comes and bursts the mental chain, And bears the soul on airy wings away; Well pleas'd it wanders o'er her golden reign,