ADDRESS

OF AN INDIAN GIRL TO AN ADDER.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1740,

BY A SCHOLAR OF WINCHESTER COLLEGE.

STAY, stay, thou lovely fearful Snake!
Nor hide thee in yon darksome brake;
But let me oft thy form review,
Thy sparkling eyes, and golden hue:
From thence a chaplet shall be wove
To grace the youth I dearest love.

Then, ages hence, when Thou no more
Shalt glide along the sunny shore,
Thy copied beauties shall be seen;
Thy vermeil red and living green
In mimic folds thou shalt display:
Stay, lovely, fearful ADDER, stay!

EPITAPHIUM SUSANNE SERLE,

IN ECCLESIA DE TESTWOOD, IN COMITATU HANTt.

CONJUX Chara Vale !-Tibi, Maritus,
Hoc pono memori manu sepulchrum :
At quales lacrymas Tibi rependam,
Dum tristi recolo, Susanna, corde

Quâm constans, animo neque impotente,
Tardi sustuleras acuta lethi,

Me spectans placidis supremum ocellis !—
Quòd si pro meritis vel Ipse flerem,

Quo fletu tua Te relicta Proles,

Proles parvula, ritè prosequetur,
Custodem, sociam, ducem, parentem!
At quorsùm lachrymæ ?—Valeto, raræ
Exemplum pietatis, O Susanna!

TO A GRASSHOPPER.

IMITATION

FROM THE GREEK.

Μακαρίζομέν σε τέτλιξ.

HAPPIEST of the insect throng,
Who, the verdant bowers among
Where the rose of richest hue,
Crimson pink, and violet blue,
By soft breath of Zephyr fann'd,
Fling around their odours bland,
Lov'st thy small melodious lip
In the new-fall'n dew to dip:
The amaranth, and eglantine,
And all the fields produce is thine;
All her treasures, all her stores,
Nature for thy use explores:

Anthol.

Thee the nymphs and swains revere,

Golden Summer's harbinger!

Thee, the favourite of the Nine,
Phoebus grac'd with song divine:
Fit to dwell the Gods among,
Happiest of the Insect throng!

IMITATION FROM THE GREEK.

Μυν Ασκληπιαδης ὁ φιλαργυρος, κ. τ. λο

OLD ELWES once espied a Mouse
In the Dry Corner of his house:*
And, though he had no cause to fear,
"Curse you!" quoth he, "what do
The Mouse indignant rais'd his head,
And thus, but without passion, said:

you

Anthol.

here?"

* While his relation, the late Colonel Tims, was visiting Mr. Elwes at his house at Marcham, in Berkshire, a heavy shower falling in the night, he found the rain dropping through the cieling upon his bed, on which he immediately rose and moved the bed from its place; he had, however, scarcely got into it again ere he found the same inconvenience recur and oblige him to have recourse a second time to the same experiment, which still proved ineffectual. At length, after having pushed his bed quite round the room, he gained a corner where the cieling was better secured, and there he slept till morning. When he encountered his host at breakfast, he told him what had happened." Aye, aye!" said the old gentlemen, seriously, "I don't mind it myself; but to those who do, that is a nice Corner, in the rain."-See the Life of John Elwes, Esq. page 13.

"No mouse alive would hither come

"That had on earth another home. ""Tis not the risk we run, not that;

"You ha'n't the heart to keep a cat.

"Then traps we know, are never set, "And why? because you grudge the bait. "We're in security, I grant,

"But, safe from danger, die for want: "Tho' I should lodge here, why fear you?

"When do you roast, or bake, or brew? "The Mouse that trusted to your shelf "Would soon grow leaner than Yourself: "For never a morsel did I see

"To put to the test my honesty,

"But I disdain, Sir, to intrude

"After your speech so gross and rude; "And think not that I make pretence,

"Upon my honour I'll go hence: "For in the rest of all your house

"There's no fit lodging for a MOUSE."