"Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice- The Tempter saw his time; the work he ply'd; Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit, But duly fent his family and wife. There (fo the Devil ordain'd) one Christmas-tide A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight; The fofteft blush that nature spreads,. Such orient colour fmiles thro' heav'n Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn That fun which bids their diamond blaze,, To deck our lily deigns. Long had fhe fir'd each youth with love,, Each maiden with defpair; And tho' by all a wonder own'd, Yet knew not she was fair. Till EDWIN came, the pride of fwains,, A foul that knew no art, And from whofe eyes ferenely mild, Shone forth the feeling heart. A mutual A mutual flame was quickly caught, Was quickly too reveal'd; For neither bofom lodg'd a wish What happy hours of heart-felt blifs But blifs too mighty long to laft, His fifter, who like envy form'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill To fnatch a glance, to mark the spot Where EMMA walk'd and wept. Oft too in Stanemore's wintry wafte, His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd, So fades the fresh rofe in its prime, The parents now, with late remorse, Hung o'er his dying bed, And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs, 'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your fouls Sweet mercy yet can move, Let thefe dim eyes once more behold She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd, But oh! his fifter's jealous care Forbad what EMMA came to fay, Now Now homeward as the hopeless went, The church-yard path along, The blast blew cold, the dark owl fcream'd Her lover's fun'ral fong. Amid the falling gloom of night, Her ftartling fancy found In ev'ry bush, his hovering fhade, Alone, appal'd, thus had the pass'd. The vifionary vale, When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear, Juft then fhe reach'd, with trembling steps,, He's gone, fhe cried, and I muft fee That angel face no more! I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my fide: From her white arm down funk her head, She fhiver'd, figh'd, and died.. MALLET. CHA P. XVI. CELADON AND A MELI A. "T" IS listening fear, and dumb amazement all: When to the startled eye the fudden glance Appears far fouth, eruptive thro' the cloud; And |