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Sudden he paus'd, near a poor blighted vine, 

 Whose branches wither'd round a tree in view; 



** Poor plant," said he, " why did thy leaves entwine 

 " The noxious verdure of that fatal yew ? 



" Ah ! like the wretch, who now deplores thy fate, 



" You sought the bland embraces of a friend, 

 " Who basely has return'd thy love with hate, 



** And throws thee off when all thy blossoms end." 



One leaf I'll take, and bear it in my breast, 



And moisten it with many a fruitless tear ; 

 It whispers to my heart the word — distrust ; 



Yes — to this foolish heart thou shalt be dear ! 



Ignotus. 



REFLECTIONS OF AN O. P. IN THE COUNTRY. 



[From the Morning Chronicle.] 



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" Beatus ilk quiprocul negotiis," ^c. 



Horace, Epodon Liber, Ode 2. 



'APPY the man, who, safe from rows. 

 His native fields in quiet ploughs — 

 "Who, far from Covent-garden's noise, 

 Domestic quietness enjoys — 

 Unvext by squabbles of New Price, 

 And Managerial avarice — 

 Unthump'd by Israelitish blackguards, 

 For holding or ieholding placards — 

 Who safe his nose can put his hand on, 



Uncharg'd by ready-swearing Br on 



With harbouring a whistle in it, 

 If it remain there half a minute — 

 (And yet, Heav'n knows, one's jiasal belloxvs 

 Had need be held, amongst the fellows 

 W^ho by the Managers are sent 

 To help the hoax oi six percent: 

 By very /orce of argument 

 But not in force of words whose charm is. 

 No — in o'erpow'ring ' Vi et Arviis ,•' 

 Whistles to stop vi\\.h fists their care is. 

 Confound such antifis-tutaries /) — 

 Happy, who's not, at twelve o'clock, 

 Compell'd his friends from bed to knock» . 

 To bail him for creating riot 

 Where he intended to be quiet; 

 Vol. LL ;-! N ~ , Altho' 



