The youth, too fure, had

died unknown;"
No lover's figh his fhade had bless'd;
No rude memorial on his stone

Had mark'd his afhes from the reft;
Unlefs, perchance, with one kind tear,
The pitying maid his fate should mourn,
And bid fome happier fervant's care
To throw a laurel on his urn.

A PASTORAL BALLAD,

COMPOSED ONE HUNDRED

YEARS AGO.

GOOD-NATURE and Courtefy, fifters I ween,
Twin daughters of Virtue the mother;
In features fo like, that when fingle they're feen,
Folks often take one for the other:

In gentle complacency, gefture, and grace,
A difference fcarce could you fee;

Save one, when you spoke to her, fmil'd in your face;
T' other modeftly bended the knee.

One fine Summer's morning refolv'd on a roam,
They rofe with the lark, and as gay,
For as they intended to go far from home,
They drefs'd themfelves out for the day:

Their bufkins they lac'd, fo to leave the knee bare, And move with a grace unconfin'd;

Their robes that were wont to flow loose in the air,
Were carelessly tuck'd up behind.

Enfhrin'd in a scarf of a rofe-colour'd hue,
As fplendid and bright as the morn!
A prefent which Hebe, the fair goddess, threw
O'er their faces the day they were born:
While fragrance by Zephyr was pilfer'd away,
And wafted all over the dale;

Their fair auburn treffes a-loofe in display,
Were wantonly kifs'd by the gale.

Thus array'd for the journey, and each to her mind,
They chearfully walk'd on together;

Their fteps were fo light, left no traces behind, And their hearts were as light as a feather: "Far westward," faysCourtefy," lives a fam'd knight, "Near a town in the mountains of Kerry; "If fatigu'd, we'll repofe at that feat of delight, "He was wont to be courteous and merry.

"Erft often times happy we've fung, danc'd, and "play'd,

"And frolick'd away with each other;

Hand in hand o'er the lawn and the vallies we

❝ stray'd,

"They took us for fifter and brother:

"Fame

"Fame fays, he's much chang'd fince he took a fair

"bride,

"Who prefides at the castle of Dingle."

"He fure won't forget us, Good-nature replied, "Who caress'd us fo often when fingle."

Thus in chatting along they beguil'd away rest,
Till at length they discover'd a town;

Juft as Sol funk reclin'd upon Thetis's breast,
And Eve became dufky and brown;

When the castle they fought for, arofe in full view,
Both their eyes and their hearts to delight;
Whofe fplendid appearance they very well knew,
And its bountiful owner, the knight.

As they drew near the gate, they adjufted each grace, Which had fuffer'd, thro' toil and the weather, The hair, the rude wind had blown over the face, They comb'd in, and tied up together;

Then rapt at the door, and each fent in her name, Which announc'd that two Ladies did wait;

Old acquaintance, they faid, and they thought it no

fhame

To pay him a vifit, though late.

When a dowdy-like figure, in riding attire,
With as little of beauty as grace;

The cheeks all empurpl'd with spots red as fire,
Suffufing it o'er the whole face:

With arms fet a kimbo, and masculine ait,

Advanc'd like the castle's defender ;

Tho' the fex none can vouch, as it breeches did wear, And feem'd of the Epicene gender.

But a fhrill female voice foon the woman declar'd, Which pierc'd like the wind in December; Affailing the ears of the Nymphs (who were scar'd) In words they have cause to remember: "How have ye the confidence, huffeys," the cries, "At this time of the night to alarm me? "The names you sent in are a parcel of lies; "You are trulls that belong to the army.

"The perfon you've had the affurance to name, "Whofe former acquaintance you boaft; "Its the worth of his ears to acknowledge your claim, "While I'm at the head of the roaft:

"Such trollops fhall never come near his domain,"So march off, and feek for new places."Then turn'd on her heel with an air of disdain, And flapt the door full in their faces.

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THE LAWYER's PRAYER.

A FRAGMENT.

BY DR. BLACKSTONE.

;

ORDAIN'D to tread the thorny ground,
Where few, I fear, arc found;
Mine be the confcience void of blame
The upright heart; the spotless name ;
The tribute of the widow's pray'r;
The righted orphan's grateful tear!
To Virtue, and her friends, a friend;
Still may my voice the weak defend!
Ne'er may my prostituted tongue
Protect th' oppreffor in his wrong;
Nor wreft the spirit of the laws,
To fanctify the villain's caufe!
Let others, with unfparing hand,
Scatter their poison through the land;
Inflame diffention, kindle ftrife;
And ftrew with ills the path of life;

On fuch, her gifts let Fortune shower,
Add wealth to wealth, and power to power;
On me, may favouring Heaven bestow,
That peace, which good men only know.

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