ptelry, l6j 



Vnto Hafez, boy, do you 

 Instani bring a cup or two : 

 Bring them ; for the wine ihall flow. 

 Whether it be law or no ! 



THE LAPLANDER. 

 A SONNXT BY MRS CHARLOTTE SMITH. 



The ffiiv'ring native, who, byTenglio's side, 

 Beholds, with fond regret, the pjrting light 



Sinlt f'ir away, beneath the darlc'ning tide, 

 And leave him to long months of dreary night; 



Yet knows, that, springing from the e.istern wave. 

 The sun's glad beams /hall rc-iUume his way, 



And, from the snows secur'H, within his cave, 

 He waits in pa:ienc hope returning day. 



IJot so the sufF'rer feels who, o'er the waste 



Of joylcfs lite, is destin'd to deplore 

 Fo id love forgotter, tender friend'fiip past, 



Which, once extir.guilTi'd, can revive no more ; 

 O'er the blank void ne looks with hopelefs pain ; 

 For hira those beams of heaven (hall never ihine again. 



SONG. 

 T»T the Bet. 

 Fly no more, cruel fair, bjt be kind ini relenting. 



Enough has been iliewn ot contempt and disdain 5 

 Taste at length the super. or delight I'f cons;.'U.ng, 

 For 'tis much nobler joy to give pleasure than pain. 



Would you charm men of sense, and engage their addrefses, 



My Chlue et pride, as of painting heware; 

 For beauty consibts more in imnds, ij-an in faces, 



And the-oiaid's almost ujly, that only is fair. 



EPIGRAM. 



Fcr the Bee. 



Sir Jimcsack rotind his halt, hangs all things odd, 

 An embalm'd pismire, and a straw 3tiift"'d c«d ; 

 Alike to things anCKjue his taste inclines. 

 Old Roman Hiields, maim'd heads, and ru»ty coins'; 



Bui if the oldcjf. oddtit thing in life 



Te ibcce you'd hang, Sir Jin.ciack,— hang your wife? 



