No. Page CLVI. To Mrs. R*****. 4th June, 1796. Apo- Farewell thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, How does my dear friend, much I languish to hear, 385 How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite, O that I look to the west when I gae to rest, Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, Like the fair plant that from our touch withdraws, No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay, No song nor dance bring I from yon great city, my father had ne'er on me smil'd, O, why should old age so much wound us? O,. 8 Page Some sing of sweet Mally, some sing of fair Nelly, . Still anxious to secure your partial favour, The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee, 'Tis this, my friend, that streaks our morning bright,. While soon" the garden's flaunting flowers" decay, 263 454 . 259 172 417 46 As I have an opportunity of sending you a letter, without putting you to that expense which any production of mine would but ill repay, I embrace it with pleasure, to tell you that I have not forgotten, nor ever will forget, the many obligations I lie under to your kindness and friendship. VOL. II. B I do |