POETRT. 



TINDER. AND FIRE. 

 A LlTTtE STORY ADPRISSED TO YOUNG tADlZS. 



For tbe Bee, 

 Away ! cries Cselia, warm and young, 



With all )Our pcianrs grave anj duil. 

 Whose rnodcsty ties up their tongue, 



Who sit like owls with wisdom overfall -y 

 Who muse and nod in thought protound. 

 With leiden eyes that love the groui.dj 



And who, insensible to love. 



And dejj to beauty's ev'ry charm, - 



Like walking statues coldly move 

 About, and merely do no harru. 



Ah no! 'tis manners brl/k and gay. 



That fill the breast with warm desirej; 



In (hort, give me the man whose clay 

 Is animated with a little fire. 



Bravo! cries Doctus, in his elbow chair, 

 1 like your spirit, — but take care ; 

 Tinder and fire, howt'er so cold the weather,- 

 Without a licence, ne'er ftiould come together. 



G. C. 



ON CHAR.ITY. 

 Fat the Bee. 



While some attune the love-sick lay. 

 And soar wl.ere fancied pleasures dwell. 



With thee, Compafsioh! would 1 strajt. 

 Soft stealing to same lonely ceK,. 



In search of humble moacst griet, 



And bluihing when thou bring'st relief. 



The female mind, divinely kind. 

 Celestial beams when sorrows flow, 



The honest h-jart, devoid of art, 

 Cannot resist the tale of woe ; 



The kind.-ed soul seeks comfort in the fky, 



Wa/tei, exulangj on a feeling sigh. 



