"No fonder husband in the grove, "Nor none than thee a happier wife. "I'll lead thee to the cleareft rill, "Whofe ftreams among the pebbles ftray; "There will we fit and fip our fill, "Or on the flow'ry border play. "I'll guide thee to the thickest brake, "To get thee food I'll range the fields, "And when my lovely mate would stray, "When prompted by a mother's care 66 Thy warmth shall form th'imprison'd young, "With thee the task I'll fondly share, "Or cheer thy labours with my fong." He ceas'd his fong. The melting dame He He led her to the nuptial bower, And neftled closely to her fide, Next morn he wak'd her with a fong"Arife! behold the new-born day! "The lark his martin peal has rung; 66 Arife, my love, and come away!" Togother through the fields they ftray'd, But O! my mufe with pain relates A gunner met them in the vale. Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, "My dear, "Hafte, hafte away; from danger fly! "Here, gunner, turn thy vengeance, here! "O! fpare my love, and let me die.” At him the gunner took his aim ; The aim he took was much too true; Divided pair! forgive the wrong, While I with tears your fate rehearse: I'll Join the widow's plaintive fong, The emotions which this fong produced in my bofom, awaked me; and I immediately recollected, that, while I flept, my imagination had repeated" an elegy occa"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 compaffion to inferior natures, by the example of its Divine Author, who gave the moft ftupendous proof of his compaffion for ours. No. No. XXXVIII. Saturday, March 17. 1753. Ευ γαρ δη ὁ αποφηναμένος, το θεούς ομοιον έχειμενο PYTHAG. ap. LONGIN. Pythagoras being asked in what man could resemble the Divinity, justly answered," in beneficence and truth." In the Perfian chronicle of the five hundred and thirteenth year of the Heigyra, it is thus written. Of the Letter of COSROU the Iman. Ir pleafed our mighty fovereign Abbas Carafcan, 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 fufpended with impartiality; and under his administration the weak were protected, the learned received honour, and the diligent became rich: Mirza, therefore, was beheld by every eye with còmplacency, and every tongue pronounced bleffings 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 fat motionless upon a fofa: and when he went out, his walk was flow, and his eyes were fixed upon upon the ground: he applied to the bufinefs of ftate with reluctance; and refolved to relinquish the toil of government, of which he could no longer enjoy the reward. 66 He, therefore, obtained permiffion to approach the throne of our fovereign; and being afked what was his request, he made this reply!" May the Lord of the "world forgive the flave whom he has honoured, if "Mirza presume again to lay the bounty of Abbas at "his feet. Thou haft given me the dominion of a 66 country, fruitful as the gardens of Damafcus; and a "city, glorious above all others, except that only " which reflects the fplendor of thy prefence. But the longeft life is a period fcarce fufficient to prepare for "death: all other bufinefs is vain and trivial, as the "toil of emmets in the path of the traveller, under "whofe foot they perish for ever; and all enjoyment " is unsubstantial and evanefcent, as the colours of the "bow that appear in the interval of a storm. Suffer 66 me, therefore, to prepare for the approach of eter"nity; let me give up my foul to meditation: let fo"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 fhall be found at the "bar of the Almighty." Mirza'then bowed himself to the earth, and flood filent. 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 every eye was upon the earth. No man opened |