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FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,

Unless to one you stint the flame.

The child, whom many fathers share,
Hath seldom known a father's care.
'Tis thus in friendships; who depend
On many, rarely find a friend.

A Hare who, in a civil way, Comply'd with every thing, like GAY, Was known by all the bestial train

Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain;

Her care was never to offend;

And every creature was her friend.

As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn,

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Behind she hears the hunter's cries,

And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies.
She starts, she stops, she pants for breath;
She hears the near advance of death;
She doubles, to mislead the hound,

And measures back her mazy round
Till, fainting in the public way,
Half-dead with fear she gasping lay.

;

What transport in her bosom grew,

When first the Horse appear'd in view!

"Let me," says 66
she, your back ascend,

And owe my safety to a friend.

You know my feet betray my flight:
To friendship every burden's light."

The Horse reply'd, "Poor honest Puss, It grieves my heart to see thee thus: Be comforted, relief is near,

For all your friends are in the rear."

She next the stately Bull implor'd;
And thus reply'd the mighty lord:
"Since every beast alive can tell
That I sincerely wish you well,
I may, without offence, pretend
To take the freedom of a friend.
Love calls me hence; a fav'rite Cow
Expects me near yon' barley-mow;
And, when a lady's in the case,
You know, all other things give place.

To leave you thus, might seem unkind ;
But see, the Goat is just behind."

The Goat remark'd, "her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye:" "My back," says he, " may do you harm; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm."

The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd
"His sides a load of wool sustain'd;
Said, he was slow, confess'd his fears;
For Hounds ate Sheep as well as Hares.”

She now the trotting Calf address'd,

To save from death a friend distress'd.

"Shall I," says he, "of tender age, In this important care engage?

Older and abler pass'd you by ;

How strong are those! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence,

Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then; you know my heart;

But dearest friends, alas! must part.

How shall we all lament! Adieu;

For see,

the hounds are just in view."

ELEGY TO MISS DASHWOOD.

IN THE MANNER OF OVID.

By Mr. HAMMOND.

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O SAY, thou dear possessor of my breast,
Where now's my boasted liberty and rest!
Where the gay moments that I once have known!
O where that heart I fondly thought my own!
From place to place I solitary roam,
Abroad uneasy, not content at home.

I scorn the beauties common eyes adore,

The more I view them, feel thy worth the more:
Unmov'd I hear them speak, or see them fair,
And only think on thee,-who art not there.
In vain would books their former succour lend,
Nor wit, nor wisdom, can relieve their friend;
Wit can't deceive the pain I now endure,
And wisdom shows the ill without the cure.

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