"bis inferior. His father, a hard old man, who had by "his toil acquired a handfome competency, expected and re quired that his for should marry fuitably. But, as amor "vincit omnia, his heart was unalterably fixed on the "pretty young creature already named. Their courtship. "which was all by stealth, unknown to the family, con"tinued about a year. When it was found out, old Wright"fon, his wife, and particularly their crooked daughter "Hannah, flouted at the maiden, and treated her with "notable contempt: for they held it as a maxim, and a "ruftic one it is, that blood was nothing without groats. "The young lover fickened, and took to his bed about "Shrove-tuefday, and died the Sunday fevennight after. "On the last day of his illness, he defired to fee his miftrefs: he was civily received by the mother, who bid "her welcome-when it was too late. But her daughter "Hannah lay at his back to cut them off from all opportunity of exchanging their thoughts. 696 "At her return home, on hearing the bell to toll out for "his departure, she screamed aloud that her heart was burst, and expired fome moments after. 66 "The then curate of* Bowes inferted it in his register, "that they both died of love, and were buried in the fame 46 grave, March 15, 1714. I am, "Dear fir, "Yours, &c. * Bowes is a fmall village in Yorkshire, where in former ages the earls of Richmond had a caftle. It stands on the edge of that vaft and mountanious tract, named by the neighbouring people Stanemore; which is always expofed to wind and weather, defolate and folitary throughout. Camd. Brit. FAR Faft by a fheltering wood, AR in the windings of a vale, The fafe retreat of Health and Peace, There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair, The fofteft blufh that nature spreads Such orient colour fmiles thro' heaven Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn This charmer of the plains: That fun who bids their diamond blaze, To paint our lilly deigns. Long had the fill'd each youth with love, And tho' by all a wonder own'd, Till Edwin came, the pride of fwains, A mutual flame was quickly caught; For neither bofom lodg'd a wifh, What happy hours of home-felt blifs His fifter, who, like Envy form'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill, The father too, a fordid man, Long had he feen their fecret flame, In Edwin's gentle heart, a war Deny'd her fight, he oft behind Oft too on Stanemore's wintry waste, His check, where health with beauty glow'd, So fades the frefh rofe in its prime, The parents now, with late remorse, And weary'd heaven with fruitless vows, 'Tis paft! he cry'd-but if your fouls She came ; his cold hand foftly touch'd, But oh! his fifter's jealous care A cruel fifter fhe! Forbade what Emma came to fay; "My Edwin live for me." Now homeward as fhe hopeless wept The blaft blew cold, the dark owl fcream'd Amid the falling gloom of night, Her ftartling fancy found In every bush his hovering fhade, Alone, appal'd, thus had fhe past When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear, Juft then she reach'd, with trembling step, I feel, I feel this breaking heart From her white arm down funk her head; |