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I-npatleicE hates Ingratitude, forsioth! 

 Why ? — it d'scnvers our ingrateful truth ; 

 That having done, for interest or fame, 

 S'.ich and such doings, (he has l:>3t her aim; 

 While thanklefs people, really in her debt, 

 Have got all theirs, anJ put her in a frft. 



Pofsest of palitnce, a right humble mind, 



A: all evt-nrs, is totally resign'd; 



Does good for sake of good, lO- for th'ever.t, 



Leaves th^t to hejv'n and ke°ps to its content ; 



Good LO be do.-.e, or tj b? sufftr'd ill, 



It ac.s, it beas, with meek submifsive will. 



Enough, enough ' — Now tell me if you please, 

 How IS it to be had, this mental ease ? 

 GoJ k -OV5., — 1 do not, how it is acquir'd j 

 But this I know — if heartily dfsir'd. 

 We ftall be thankful for the donor'i leave 

 To afk, to hope, and wrait till we receive. 



VERSES WROTE BY A LADY IN A DEEP DECLINE TO KEP- 

 INFANT NINE MONTHS OLD. 



Fc/r the Bee. 



Owe IT babe ! you smile unconscious in my arms 

 Of all the ftars which my fond hearc alarms j 

 Thy little hands fast wipe my tears away, 

 You seem to say, be chearful, O be gay ! 



Ah ' lovely infant little do«t thou know 

 Thy mo her's agony, her grief, her w\)e ; 

 Hcrr hojis of cire, her many resrlefs 'I'ghts, 

 The thousand terrors that her sjul attV ghts 



You little kmw the ills that rounl you wait, 

 And sCf^m to threat your young, your helphfs stats j 

 Misf-jrtun- o'er thee wavef her baleful wanJ, 

 And gloomy clouds of sorrow lowr around. 



Peaceful thy father rests in death's dark tomb, 

 Af.d S"> )n thy mnrher too mu't incei hc« Joom j 

 Soon on my palid cheek the worm wiU feed. 

 And the rank, grafs wave chearlefs round my head. 



