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Less beautiful, however gay,
Receives the weary swain,
Till roused to toil again.
What labours of the loom I see!
Should every maiden come
The bell would toll for some.
And oh, what havoc would ensue! B. This bright display of every hue
All in a moment fled ! As if a storm should strip the bowers Of all their tendrils, leaves, and flowers-
Each pocketing a shred.
Thanks then to every gentle fair
As bird of borrow'd feather,
Who put the whole together. August, 1790.
IN MEMORY OF THE LATE JOHN THORNTON,
Poets attempt the noblest task they can,
Thee, therefore, of commercial fame, but more
What pleasure can the miser's fondled hoard Or spendthrift's prodigal excess afford, Sweet as the privilege of healing woe By virtue suffer'd combating below ? That privilege was thine; Heaven gave thee means To illumine with delight the saddest scenes, Till thy appearance chased the gloom, forlorn As midnight, and despairing of a morn. Thou hadst an industry in doing good, Restless as his who toils and sweats for food;
Avarice in thee was the desire of wealth
Such was thy charity : no sudden start,
Thy bounties all were Christian, and I make
THE FOUR AGES. (A BRIEF FRAGMENT OF AN EXTENSIVE PROJECTED POEN.)
“ I could be well content, allowed the use
Thus, while gray evening lull’d the wind, and
Fresh odours from the shrubbery at my side, can Taking my lonely winding walk, I mused, il And held accustom'd conference with my heart ; : When from within it thus a voice replied : ? “ Couldst thou in truth ? and art thou taught at
length This wisdom, and but this, from all the past? Is not the pardon of thy long arrear, Time wasted, violated laws, abuse Of talents, judgment, mercies, better fars i Than opportunity vouchsafed to err : With less excuse, and, haply, worse effect ?» ?
I heard, and acquiesced: then to and froi Oft pacing, as the mariner his deck, in My gravelly bounds, from self to human kind of I pass’d, and next consider'd-what is man. , ,
Knows he his origin ? can he ascend ! "? By reminiscence to his earliest date? Slept he in Adam ? And in those from him.
Through numerous generations, till he found
It is an evil incident to man,
THE RETIRED CAT..
A POET's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks to which she might retire, * Cowper's partiality to animals is well known. Lady Hesketh, in one of her letters, states, “ that he had, at one time, five rabbits, three hares, two guinea-pigs, a magpie, a ay, and a starling; besides two goldfinches, two canary birds, and two dogs. It is amazing how the three hares can find room to gambol and frolic (as they certainly do) in bis small parlour;' and she adds, " I forgot to enumerate a squirrel, which