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your inadvertence has produced ; recal those plea- 

 sing days in which you felt no delight but in promo_ 

 ting the happinefs of each other. — The hopes that 

 this may be the case with a few who fhall read this, 

 will add a gleam of joy to the departure of 



Senex. 



A FRAGMENT. 

 " The tear of the morning hangs on the thorn, and ira- 

 peails the rose. In the day of my joy, my cheek 

 was likened to the blulhing beauty of that charming 

 flower : And, though it has long since lost its crim- 

 son, it still retains a partial similitude; for the tear 

 is on it. But, alas I no chearing sun exhales my sor- 

 row : And the crystal, which stole forth in the mor- 

 ning from my eyelids, holds its place at the midnight 

 hour. 



" And is lov^e," said I, " the canker-worm that 

 has preyed on thy beauty ? — Does that torturing 

 pafsion make thee fhed the ceastlefs tear ? 



" No," replied Lucilla, — " Love gave me all its 

 choice.' t blefsings. During five years I rioted in 

 them ; and this world was a heaven to me. William, 

 it is true, is no more ; but he died in the field of ho- 

 nour — he is recorded with those heroes who fought 



and fell for their country. I bathed his Vi^ounds 



his last words bkfsed me — and his expiring sigh was 

 breathed forth in my bosom, I -wept the briny 



tears of honest sorrow — but I had my consolation 



my William loved none but me ; and he still lived 

 in the bkfsed image which he left me of liimsclf. 



It was my duty, and soon became my sole de- 

 light, to point out to the darling boy the path in 



