H s poetry. June 24: 
Choose her who, when the knows your credit blowa, 
Will bluh to teaze you for a fiftieth gown; 
Whose worthy heart would think it a reproach 
To bid you borrow cath to buy a coach; 
She’ll force'you not te quarrel with a friend, 
Nor falsifies to serve some petty end; 
She cannot say who open’d last night’s ball, 
Nor sounds the trumpet o'er a sister’s fall ; 
Nor ev'ry tradesman whom your purse employs, 
Confounds and tortures with eternal noise> 
Nor by some fay’rite chambermaid’s advice, 
Would wring his bill below an honest price; 
No midnight card table annoys your rest, 
Nor does her chaplain form her standing jest s 
Her pleasure lies in the domestic scene, 
Her air is livélv, but her soul serene; 
She's prouder to aftist the toiling poor, 
Than see ten chairs come bustling to her door; 
Her looks, more piercing far than logic, prove 
‘That all her generous mind is lost in leve. 
If such a female your embraces meet, 
What ether human joy is half so sweet? 
And though fhe has not brought a mafe of gold. 
Though in no titled Jist her name’s enroll’d; 
Disdain to sooth a sordid parent’s pride, 
Nor the just transports of affection bide. 
Aind though connected with the rich and great, 
Whose sullen silence testifies their hate, 
Back on themselves bid their contempt be hurl’d, - 
Convince her fhe’s preferr’d to all the world, 
And if the anguifh of a sinking frame, 
Incefsant efforts of your kindnefs claim ; 
When by solicitude opprefs’d fhe seems, 
Foretells her tortures and recites her dreams, 
Complacent, hear the melancholy tale, 
Since ev’n predictions may not always fail. 
Room for regret the best-of men may find, 
When all the past comes rufhing on his mind; 
And though you did whate’er your part requir’d, 
Though ev'ry friend your tendernefs zdmir’d, 
When scenes unknown are rising on her view, 
And her last look is sent in search of you; 
When death invades what nature form’d so well, 
And horror interrupts your long farewell; 
A thousand doubts may agonize your breast, 
. And pangs perhaps ill founded stab your rest. 
And though the boasted no superior pow’rs, { 
Nor penn’d a page with elegance like yours; 
Though ail the actions of her useful lifes 
Rose not above the duties of a wife 5 
