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And bids their languid hearts rejoice,

And points to Raby's door ; With open heart, and open hands, There Hospitality-she stands,

A nymph, whom men and gods admire : Daughter of heavenly goodness she, Her sister's Generosity,

And Honour is her sire.

What though, my lord, betwixt us lie

Full many an envious league,
Such vast extent of sea and sky

As ev’n the eye fatigue ;
Though interposing ocean raves,
And heaves his heaven-assaulting waves,

While on the shores the billows beat,
Yet still my grateful muse is free
To tune her warmest strains to thee,

And lay them at thy feet.

Goodness is ever kindly prone

To feign what fate denies,
And others, want of worth to atone,

Finds in herself supplies :
Thus dignity itself restrains,
By condescension's silken reins,

While you the lowly muse upraise :
When such the theme, so mean the bard,
Not to reject is to reward,

To pardon is to praise.

THE SWEETS OF EVENING.

"I've sweets of evening charm the mind,

Sick of the sultry day ;
The body then no more confin'l,
But exercise with freedom join'l,

When Phæbus sheathes his ray.

While, all serene, the summer moon

Sends glances through the trecs, And Philomel begins her tune, Asteria too shall help her soon

With voice of skilful ease.

A nosegay, every thing that grows,

And music, every sound,
To lull the sun to his repose ;
The skies are colour'd like the rose

With lively streaks around.

Of all the changes rung by time,

None half so sweet appear As those when thoughts themselves sublime, And with superior naturex chine

In fancy's highest sphere.

FABLES.

THE DUELLIST.

What's honour, did your lordship say?
My lord, I humbly crave a day.-
"Tis difficult, and in my mind,
Like substance, cannot be defin'd.
It deals in numerous externals,
And is a legion of infernals ;
Sometimes in riot and in play,
'Tis breaking of the Sabbath-day ;
When 'tis consider'd as a passion,
I deem it lust and fornication.
We pay our debts in honour's cause,
Lost in the breaking of the laws.
'Tis for some selfish impious end,
To murder the sincerest friend ;
But would you alter all the clan,
Turn out an honourable man-
Why take a pistol from the shelf,
And fight a duel with yourself.-

'Twas on a time, the Lord knows when,
In Ely, or in Lincoln fen,
A frog and mouse had long disputes,
Held in the language of the brutes,
Who of a certain pool and pasture
Should be the sovereign and master :

“Sir,” says the frog, (and d—n'd his blood) “I hold that my pretension's good ;

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Nor can a brute of reason doubt it,
For all that you can squeak about it.”
The mouse, averse to be o'erpower'd,
Cave him the lie, and call'd him coward :
"Too hard for any frog's digestion,
To have his froghood call'd in question !
A bargain instantly was made,
No mouse of honour could evade,
On the next morn, as soon as light,
With desperate bullrushes to fight;
The morning came_and man to man,
The grand monomachy began ;
Need I recount how each bravado
Shone in motant and in passado ;
To what a height their ire they carried,
How oft they thrusted and they parried?
But as these champious kept dispensing
Finesses in the art of fencing,
A furious vulture took upon her
Quick to decide this point of honour,
And, lawyer.like, to make an end on't,
Devour'd both plaintill and defendant.

Thus, often in our British mation
(1 speak by way of application)
A lie direct to some hot youth,
The giving which perhaps was truth;
The reading on a scoundrel's too,
Or dealing impudence a blow ;
Disputes in politics and law,
About a feather and a stiaw :
A thousand trilles not worth naming,
In whoring, jockeying, and gaming,
Shall cause a challenge's inditing,
And set two loggerheads a fighting :

Men while the father of despat,
Tipo DIYTHC of vawy w xt,
11. ****y like *# **k scovering,
(Pet their devoteel hexds bangs betering,
***7e to get in tris turtinti
These volunteers for black perdition.

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T#* sun had rais's above the mer
Wie glorious horizeval heal;
xl Philemela left her thom;
The lively linnets hymn'd the morn,
Anul ure, like a waking bride,
Her blushes spreæi on every side
The cock as usual crow'd up Tray,
Who nightly with his master lay :
The faithful spaniel gave the woril,
Trelooby st the signal stir'],
Anel with his yun froth wood to wood
The man of prey his course pursued ;
'The dew and berbage all around,
Like pe rls and emeralds on the ground;
The' uncultur'd flowers that rudely rise,
Where smiling freedom art defies :
The lark, in tratisport, towering high,
The crimson curtains of the sky,
Affected not Treloohy's mind
For what is beauty to the blind?
The #morong voice of sylvan love,
Form'd charming concerts in the grove ;
Sweet zephyr sigh'd on flora's breast,
And drew the blackbird from his nest;

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