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Hear him unfold the mysteries of state,
-Distinction, hail! for thee we dress, we fight,
“ Get into life: “ Gain wealth and power, or in one word—a wife." There ends my search, whatever ills betide, All, all are cancell'd by a wealthy bride : Ill-natur'd, ugly, old, it matters not, The money'd dame is ever free from blot. Indifference comes, disgust and downright hate, Mere trifles pois'd against the purse's weight. And am I thus made easy in the world, From heavy debts to heavier evils hurld? Shall I pronounce a vow I never meant, And give my hand without my heart's consent? Forbid it virtue, honesty, and love! Far from my mind the hated thought remove. Awhile the golden prospect caught my view, As Vanity the fatter'd picture drew; But soon I loathing turn'd, and heav'd a sigh, As Laura's image cross'd reflection's eye.
My dear lov'd Laura ! from my youth began
Explore new worlds, and tempt the deathful main; “ Be his the prize, and his the dear-bought praise, " Whom toils distinguish, and whom dangers raise ; “ Whilst humbler I, and thankfully content “ With what the hand of Providence hath sent, “ No dupe to fortune, and no slave to fame, “ Without one pride, except an honest name, “ Move in the narrow sphere assign’d by fate, “ Nor meanly wish to be ignobly great. “ The gay, the fair, the wanton, and the proud,
May throng to cities, and in courts may crowd, “ The brave, the great, the learned, and the wise, “ May rank with princes, and with kings advise; " While these attain their wish of wealth and power, " And those in pleasures waste the sated hour, " Whilst the rich robe that cloaths the proudest breast “ Hides not the latent care, its restless guest, “ Let me unvex'd with all the storms of life, * From busy faction far, and party strife,
" Beneath my rural roof contented live, “ And taste that bliss which London cannot give.” Thus blest retirement, calm content and ease, Took my young mind, and still their objects please : I praise the fate which kindly fix'd me down At least an hundred miles from Court and Town. In yon
fair vale my modest dwelling stands, Its humble site no distant view commands; The narrow scene, by sloping hills confin’d, Speaks the contentment of its master's mind : A chrystal stream the verdant mead divides, Which by no torrent stain’d, unruffled glides Clear and serene through all its winding ways; Such be the peaceful tenor of my days! On its fresh banks arise spontaneous flowers, Around her rural blessings Plenty pours. Nature almost prevents the farmer's toil, So rich the clime, so fruitful is the soil. Soon in full growth the sapling woods you see ; And the same hand that plants, may fell the tree. Great Pan with pleasure on these lawns might rove, And all Arcadia * lives in yonder grove. My life shall pass unknown, unenvied here, And health and peace attend me through the year. Here all their joys the varying seasons bring, Here will I listen to the choir of spring; In summer's heat these cooling shades I chuse, To walk and trifle with the pastoral muse; The toil of autumn here let me behold; Here chace with exercise the wintry colda Here, tho' no flatterers wait my fame to raise, Yet here shall truth my few plain merits praise.
Alluding to a small Wood, with a Cottage, &c. in it.
Still may some virtues with the months roll round;
IMITATION OF MARTIAL.
Why see we Spindle all so sad,
My wife's dear brother died last week.”
N. B. HALHED, ESQ.
ADDRESS TO POVERTY.
"Tis not that look of anguish, bath'd in tears,