III.

See how they have safely surviv'd
The frowns of a sky so severe;
Such Mary's true love, that has liv'd
Through many a turbulent year.
The charms of the late blowing rose
Seem'd grac'd with a livelier hue,
And the winter of sorrow best shows

The truth of a friend such as you.

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MUTUAL FORBEARANCE

NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATE.

THE lady thus address'd her spouse—
What a mere dungeon is this house!
By no means large enough; and was it,
Yet this dull room, and that dark closet,
Those hangings with their worn-out graces,
Long beards, long noses, and pale faces,
Are such an antiquated scene,
They overwhelm me with the spleen.
Sir Humphrey, shooting in the dark,
Makes answer quite beside the mark:
No doubt, my dear, I bade him come,
Engag'd myself to be at home,
And shall expect him at the door,
Precisely when the clock strikes four.

You are so deaf, the lady cried,

(And rais'd her voice, and frown'd beside)

You are so sadly deaf, my dear,

What shall I do to make you hear?

Dismiss poor Harry! he repliesosatard Some people are more nice than wise, bu A For one slight trespass all this stir?T What if he did ride whip and spur, 'Twas but a mile-your fav'rite horse Will never look one hair the worse.oood Well, I protest 'tis past all bearing Child! I am rather hard of hearing Yes, truly-one must scream and bawl:r I tell you, you can't hear at all!stungt oT Then, with a voice exceeding low

No matter if you hear or no.

A

Alas! and is domestic strife,ving tog

That sorest ill of human life,

A plague so little to be fear'd, 2017 As to be wantonly incurr'd,

To gratify a fretful passion,

On ev'ry trivial provocation?

The kindest and the happiest pair
Will find occasion to forbear;
And something ev'ry day they live,
To pity, and perhaps forgive.
But if infirmities, that fall
In common to the lot. of all,
A blemish or a sense impair'd,
Are crimes so little to be spar'd,
Then farewell all, that must create
The comfort of the wedded state;

Instead of harmony, 'tis jar,

And tumult, and intestine war.

The love, that cheers life's latest stage, Proof against sickness and old age, Preserv'd by virtue from declension, Becomes not weary of attention; But lives, when that exterior grace, Which first inspir'd the flame, decays. 'Tis gentle, delicate, and kind, To faults compassionate or blind, And will with sympathy endure Those evils, it would gladly cure: But angry, coarse, and harsh expression Shows love to be a mere profession; Proves that the heart is none of his, Or soon expels him if it is.

THE

NEGRO'S COMPLAINT.

FORC'D from home and all it's pleasures,

Afric's coast I left forlorn;

To increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.

Men from England bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold;

But, though slave they have enroll'd me, Minds' are never to be sold.

Still in thought as free as ever,

What are England's rights, I ask,

Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task?
Fleecy locks and black complexion

Cannot forfeit Nature's claim;

Skins may differ, but affection

Dwells in white and black the same.