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66 No fonder husband in the grove,

“ Nor none than thee a happier wife.

" I'll lead thee to the clearest rill,

“ Whose streams among the pebbles stray ; 56 There will we fit and fip our fill,

“ Or on the flow'ry border play.

" I'll guide thee to the thickest brake,

“ Impervious to the school-boy's eye: “ For thee the plaster'd neft I'll make,

“And on thy downy pinions lie,

" To get thee food I'll range the fields,

“ And cull the best of every kind; " Whatever uature's bounty yields,

" Or love's afsiduous care can find.

" And when my lovely mate would stray,

To taste the summer's sweets at large, " At home I'll wait the live-long day,

“ And tend at home our infant charge.

" When prompted by a mother's care

“ Thy warmth shall form th'imprison'd young, “ With thee the task I'll fondly share,

“ Or cheer thy labours with my song."

He ceas'd his song. The melting dame

With tender pity heard his strain; She felt, she own'd a mutual flame,

And haften'd to relieve his pain,


He led her to the nuptial bower,

And nestled closely to her fide,
The happiest bridegroom in that hour,

And she the most enamour'd bride.

Next morn he wak'd her with a song

6. Arise! behold the new-born day! “ The lark his martin peal has rung ;

Arise, my love, and come away!



Togother through the fields they stray'd,

And to the verdant riv'let's fide, Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd,

With honest joy and decent pride.

But O! my muse with pain relates

The mournful sequel of my tale : Sent by an order of the fates

A gunner met them in the vale.

Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, “ My dear,

“ Hafte, haste away; from danger fly! Here, gunner, turn thy vengeance, here!

" O! spare my love, and let me die.”

At him the gunner took his aim ;

The aim he took was much too true; O! had he chose some other game,

Or shot as he had us'd to do* !

Divided pair! forgive the wrong,

While I with tears your fate rehearse:

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I'll Join the widow's plaintive song,
And save the lover in



The emotions which this song produced in my bosom, awaked me; and I immediately recollected, that, while

, I slept, my imagination had repeated “ an elegy occaI “ fioned by shooting a blackbird on Valentine's day," which had a few days before been communicated to me by a gentleman, who is not only eminent for taste, literature and virtue, but for his zeal in defence of that religion, which most strongly inculcates compassion to inferior natures, by the example of its Divine Author, who gave the most ftupendous proof of his compassion for ours.

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No. XXXVIII. Saturday, March 17. 1753.

Ev yeep dn ó aroqnuc piros, a Isoos oplocas sospetyg
susgyermy, sumn si admBorge,


Pythagoras being asked in what man could resemble

the Divinity, juftly answered, “ in beneficence and truth."

In the Persian chronicle of the five hundred and thir

teenth year of the Heigyra,

it is thus written.

Of the Letter of CosROU the Iman. It pleased our mighty sovereign Abbas Carascan, froma whom the kings of the earth derive honour and dominion, to fet Mirza, his fervant over the province of Tauris. In the hand of Mirza, the balance of distribution was suspended with impartiality; and under his administration the weak were protected, the learned received bonour, and the diligent became rich: Mirza, therefore, was beheld by every eye with complacency, and every tongue pronounced blessings upon his head. But it was observed that he derived no joy from the benefits which he diffused : he became penfive and melancholy; he spent his leisure in folitude; in his palace he sat motionless upon a sofa : and when he went out, his walk was flow, and his eyes


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upon the ground: he applied to the business of state with reluctance ; and resolved to relinquish the toil of government, of which he could no longer enjoy the reward.

He, therefore, obtained permission to approach the throne of our sovereign ; and being asked what was his request, he made this reply! “ May the Lord of the “ world forgive the slave whom he has honoured, if “ Mirza presume again to lay the bounty of Abbas at 56 his feet.

Thou haft given me the dominion of a country, fruitful as the gardens of Damascus; and a “ city, glorious above all others, except that only " which reflects the splendor of thy presence. But the “ longest life is a period fcarce fufficient to prepare for " death: all other business is vain and trivial, as the “ toil of emmets in the path of the traveller, under “ whose foot they perish for ever; and all enjoyment “ is unsubstantial and evanescent, as the colours of the 66 bow that

appear in the interval of a storm. Suffer me, therefore, to prepare for the approach of eter“ nity; let me give up my soul to meditation : let so“ litude and filence acquaint me with the mysteries of " devotion; let me forget the world, and by the world “ be forgotten, till the moment arrives, in which the “ veil of eternity shall fall, and I shall be found at the " bar of the Almighty.” Mirza'then bowed himself to the earth, and stood silent.

By the command of Abbas it is recorded, that at these words he trembled upon that throne, at the footftool of which the world pays homage: he looked round upon his nobles; but every countenance was pale, and ery eye was upon the earth.



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