718 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



She had been reading in the Book of Prayer, 



And led him forth and plac'd him in a chair : 



Lively he seem'd, and spoke of all he knew, 



The friendly many, and the favourite few ; 



Nor one that day did he to mind recall, 



But she has treasur'd, and she loves them all; 



When in her way, she meets them, they appear 



Peculiar people — death has made them dear. 



He nam'd his Friend, but then his hand she press'd. 



And fondly whisper'd, " Thou must go to rest;" 



" I go,'' he said, but as be spoke, she found 



His hand more cold, and fluttering was the soutydf; 



Then gaz'd affrighten'd : but she caught a last, 



A dying look of love, and all was past ! 



She plac'd a decent Stone his Grave above, 

 Neatly engrav'd — an offering of her Love; 

 For that she wrought, for that forsook her bed. 

 Awake alike to Duty and the Dead ; 

 She would have griev'd, had friends presum'd to spare 

 The least assistance — 'twas her proper care. 



Here will she come, and on the grave will sil^ j 



Folding her arms, in long abstracted fit ; 

 But if Observer pass, will take her round. 

 And careless seem, for she would not be found ; 

 Then go again, and thus her hour employ, 

 While visions please her, and while woes destroy- 



Forbear, sweet Maid ; nor be by Fancy led. 

 To hold mysterious converse with the dead ; 

 For sure at length thy thoughts, thy spirit's pain, 

 In this sad conflict will disturb thy brain ; 

 All have their tasks and trials : thine are hard, 

 But short the time and glorious the reward ; 

 , Thy patient spirit to thy duties give. 



Regard the Dead, but to the Living, live. 



THE CARD-CLUB. 



[ JVom the same.2 



Here Avarice first, the keen desire of Gain, 

 Rules in each Heart and works in every Brain; 

 Alike the Veteran-Dames and Virgins feel, 

 Nor care what Grey-beards or wliat StriplingB deal ; 



