Poor, but experienced in the world, she knew “ Have not one friend,” my mother cried, “not one; “ That bane of our romantic triflers shun; Suppose her true, can she afford you aid? “ Suppose her false, your purpose is betray'd; “ And then in dubious points, and matters nice, “ How can you profit by a child's advice? “ While you are writing on from post to post, • Your hour is over, and a man is lost; “ Girls of their hearts are scribbling; their desires, “ And what the folly of the heart requires, Dupes to their dreams—but I the truth impart, “ You cannot, child, afford to have a heart; “ Think nothing of it; to yourself be true, “ And keep life's first great business in your view;“ Take it, dear Martha, for a useful rule, “ She who is poor is ugly or a fool; “ Or, worse than either, has a bosom fill'd “ With soft emotions, and with raptures thrill’d. • Read not too much, nor write in verse or prose, “ For then you make the dull and foolish foes ; “ Yet those who do, deride not nor condemn, “ It is not safe to raise up foes in them; “ For though they harm you not, as blockheads do, ". There is some malice in the scribbling crew." Such her advice; full hard with her had dealt " Keep your good name," she said, "and that to keep « You must not suffer vigilance to sleep: " Some have, perhaps, the name of chaste retain'd, “ When nought of chastity itself remain'd; “ But there is danger—few have means to blind “ The keen-eyed world, and none to make it kind. with boys, “ And one thing more—to free yourself from foes “ Never a secret to your friend disclose; “ Secrets with girls, like loaded guns “ Are never valued till they make a noise; • To show how trusted, they their power display; “ To show how worthy, they the trust betray; “ Like pence in children's pockets secrets lie • In female bosoms—they must burn or fly. “ Let not your heart be soften'd; if it be, “ Let not the man his softening influence see; - For the most fond will sometimes tyrants prove, “ And wound the bosom where they trace the love. “ But to your fortune look, on that depend your life's comfort, comforts that attend “ On wealth alone-wealth gone, they have their end.” - For Such were my mother's cares to mend my lot, It was conceived the person I had then VOL. II. Who having none their purpose to oppose child Thrice it was tried if one so young could bring He drove me out, and I was pleased to see This check’d his spirit; but he said, “ Could “ Have charge so rich, you would be careful too." you And he, indeed, so very slowly drove, My next admirer was of equal age, F 2 |