"No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too." H THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION. A TALE. SECLUDED from domestic strife, Made him the happiest man alive; Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care, Could any accident impair? Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix O had the archer ne'er come down Or Flavia been content to stop Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was-married. Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night? The honey-moon like lightning flew; Found half the charms that deck'd her face Arose from powder, shreds, or lace; That very face had robb'd her mind. Skill'd in no other arts was she But dressing, patching, repartee; "Tis true she dress'd with modern grace, But when at home, at board or bed, Five greasy night-caps wrapt her head. To be a dull domestic friend? Could any curtain lectures bring In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting; Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy; The 'squire and captain took their stations, And twenty other near relations. |