And what is friendship but a name, "A charm that lulls to sleep;

"A shade that follows wealth, or fame ? "But leaves the wretch to weep?

"And love is still an emptier sound,
"The modern fair one's jest:
"On earth unseen, or only found
"To warm the turtle's nest.

"For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
"And spurn the sex," he said:
But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd,

Surpris'd he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view;
Like colours o'er the morning,skies,
As bright, as transient too.

The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms:
The lovely stranger stands confest
A maid in all her charms.

And, ah! forgive stranger rude, "A wretch forlorn," she cry'd; "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude "Where heav'n and you reside.

"Who seeks for rest, but finds despair

My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
"A wealthy lord was he;

"And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,
"He had but only me.

"To win me from his tender arms,

"Unnumber'd suitors came;

"Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
"And felt, or feign'd a flame.

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“Each hour a mercenary crowd

"With richest proffers strove ; "Amongst the rest young Edwin bow'd, "But never talk'd of love.

"In humble, simplest habit clad,

"No wealth nor power had he,
Wisdom and worth were all he had,
"But these were all to me.

"And when, beside me in the dale,
"He carol'd lays of love,

"His breath lent fragrance to the gale,
"And music to the grove.*

* This stanza, never before printed, was commu icated by Richard Archdal, esq. who received it rom the author himself.

"The blossom opening to the day,
"The dews of heav'n refin'd,
"Could nought of purity display
"To emulate his mind.

"The dew, the blossom on the tree, "With charms inconstant shine; "Their charms were his, but woe to me, "Their constancy was mine.

For still I try'd each fickle art,
"Importunate and vain ;

"And while his passion touch'd my heart. "I triumph'd in his pain.

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Till quite rejected with my scorn, "He left me to my pride; "And sought a solitude forlorn, "In secret where he dy❜d.

"But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
"And well my life shall pay ;
"I'll seek the solitude he sought,

"And, there forlorn, despairing hid,
"I'll lay me down and die;
""Twas so for me that Edwin did,
"And so for him will I."

"Forbid it heav'n!" the hermit cry'd. And clasp'd her to his breast:

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The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide,... 'Twas Edwin's self that prest.

“Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

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My charmer turn to see

"Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, "Restor❜d to love and thee.

"Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign:

"And shall we never, never part,

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My life,....my all that's mine.'

No, never from this hour to part, "We'll live and love so true;

"The sigh that rends thy constant heart,

SURE 'twas by Providence design'd
Rather in pity, than in hate,
That he shou'd be, like Cupid, blind,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.

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AN ELEGY

ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX,

Mrs. Mary Blaize.

GOOD people all, with one accord,
Lament for madam Blaize;
Who never wanted a good word,...,
From those who spoke her praise,

The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely Jent to all the poor........
Who left a pledge behind.

She strove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wond'rous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways,.... Unless when she was sinning,

At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size;
She never slumber'd in her pew,...
But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has follow'd her,....
When she has walk'd before.