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Then, while the FANCY'D RAGE alarm’d her care,
warm to deny, and zealous to disprove;
he bade his words the WONTED SOFTNESS wear,
qud seiz'd the minute of RETURNING LOVE.

Six envious moons matur'd her growing Thames
as yet to flaunt it in the face of day;
when scorn'd of virtue, stigmatiz'd by famc,
low at his feet desponding Jessy lay.

« HENRY,” the said, “ by thy dear form subdu'd,
« see the fad relics of a nymph undone !
6 I find, I find this rising sob renew'd,
56 I high in shades, and licken at the fun.

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« Amid the dreary gloom of night, I cry,
“ when will the morn's once pleasing scenes return?
« Yet what can mora's returning ray supply,
“ but foes that triumph, or but friends that mourn?

66 Alas! no more that joyous morn appears
“ that led the tranquil hours of spotless fame!
" for I have steep'd a father's couch in tears,
“ and ting'd a mother's glowing cheek with shame.

" The vocal birds that raise their matin strain,
“ the sportive lambs increase my pensive moan;
“ all seem to chase me from the cheerful plain,
6 and talk of mirth and innocence alone.

« If thro' the garden's flow'ry tribes I ftray,
« where bloom the Jasmin that could once allure,
“ hope not to find delight in us, they say,
“ for we are spotless, Jessy; we are pure.

-66 Now the grave old alarm the gentler young ;
« and all my name's abhorr’d contagion flee ;
« trembles each lip, and falters every tongue,
6 that bids the morn propitious smile on me,

“ Thus, for your fake, I shun each human eye z 6 I bid the sweets of blooming youth adieu ;

to die I languith, but I dread to die, « left my fad fate should nourish pangs for you.

« Raise me from earth; the pains of want remove,
® and let me filent seck some friendly shore ;
" there only, banish'd from the form I love,

my weeping virtue shall relapse no more.


She spoke, but he was born of savage race,
nor would his hands a niggard boon assign;
he left her-torn from every earthly friend ;
oh! his hard bofom, which could bear to leave!

“ Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise,
“ where threat’ning clouds in sable grandeur lower ;
“ where the blasts yell, the liquid columns pour,
“ and madd’ning billows combat with the skies !

“ Oh! dreadful folace to the stormy mind!

to me more pleasing than the valley's reit;
“ for in despair alone, the wretched find
“ that unction sweet which lulls the bleeding break !”

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To the happiness of our first years, nothing more seems necessary than freedom froin restraint. Every man must remember, that when he was left to himself, and indulged in the disposal of his own actions, he was content, without the addition of any other enjoyment than freedom. Liberated from the shackles of discipline, he looks abroad into the world with rapture; he sees an Elysian region open before him, so variegated with beauty, and filled with good, that his heart overflows with delight. But the clock strikes; the schoolhour is come: what an alteration! In a moment his eyes lose their fire, his cheerfulness is at an end : farewell to joy and play. A severe and crabbed master takes him by the hand, and saying, gravely and sharply, Come, fir, forces him away.

The chamber he is led into is furnished with books, and the poor lad suffers himself to be dragged thither, casting in silence an eye of regret on every object around him, the orbits swimming in tears he dare not thed, and his heart swelling with sighs he dare not vent. We will suppose two of these scholars broke loose from school. They will, I am positive, do more mischief in a country village than all the boys of the parish. Shut up one of these young gentlemen with the son of a peasant of the same

age; and the first will have broken, or turned all the moveables in the room topsy turvy, before the latter has even stirred from his chair.

It is observed by Sir William Hamilton, in his account of an irruption of Mount Vesuvius, that the boys and the nụns seemed to be the only persons who felt happy among the sufferers from this dreadful calamity. The prancing of a horse, when first turned out into a field, depends upon the same general principle.


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