"Nor bring me grov'ling thanks, nor high-flown praise; "I would his spirits, not his fancy raise : "Give him no hope that I shall ever more "A man so vile to my esteem restore; "But warn him rather, that, in time of rest, "His crimes be all remember'd and confess'd: "I know not all that form the sinner's debt, "But there is one that he must not forget."

The mind of Susan prompted her with speed:
To act her part in every courteous deed:
All that was kind she was prepar❜d to say,
And keep the lecture for a future day;
When he had all life's comforts by his side,
Pity might sleep, and good advice be tried.

This done, the Mistress felt dispos'd to look,
As self-approving, on a pious book:
Yet, to her native bias still inclin'd,
She felt her act too merciful and kind;

But, when long musing on the chilling scene
So lately past-the frost and sleet so keen—
The Man's whole misery in a single view,—
Yes! she could think some pity was his due.

Thus fix'd, she heard not her Attendant glide With soft slow step-till, standing by her side, The trembling Servant gasp'd for breath, and shed Relieving tears, then utter'd-' He is dead!'

"Dead!" said the startled Lady, 'Yes, he fell Close at the door where he was wont to dwell;

There his sole friend, the Ass, was standing by,

⚫ Half dead himself, to see his Master die.'

Expir'd he then, good Heaven! for want of food?" No! crusts and water in a corner stood;

To have this plenty, and to wait so long, And to be right too late, is doubly wrong: 'Then, every day to see him totter by,

And to forbear

-Oh! what a heart had I!'

"Blame me not, child; I tremble at the news:" ''Tis my own heart,' said Susan, ‘I accuse: To have this money in my purse-to know 'What grief was his, and what to grief we owe; To see him often, always to conceive

How he must pine and languish, groan and grieve;

And every day in ease and peace to dine,

And rest in comfort!-what a heart is mine!'

TALE XVIII.

THE WAGER.

'Tis thought your deer doth hold you at a bay.

Taming the Shrew, Act V. Scene 2.