324 poetry. Oct. 30. 
¢ 
Sir, Zo the Editor of the Bee. ws 
"Phe following stanzas written’ by Thomson on the blank leaf of a co- 
py of his seasons were sent by him to the good lord Lyttelton soon 
after the death of his Lucy. ‘ 
Go little book, and find our friend, 
Who nature and the muses loves; 
Whose cares the public virtues blend 
With all the softnefs of the groves. 
A fitter time thou canst not chuse 
His fostering friendfhip to repay ; 4 
Go then, and try, my rural muse, 
To steal his widow’d hours away. 
/ 
SiR, To the Editor of the Bee. par 
The following lines found in a blank leaf of that copy of the Man 
of Feeling which belonged to Mr Granger, author of the Biographical 
History of England, it 1s believed were neverin print. If you think 
them deserving a place in the Bee, they are much at your service, 
: W. 
To tae Avutuor or THE Man or FEEtinc. 
’ 
Woartst other writers with pernicious art, 
Corrupt the morals, and seduce the heart ; 
Raise lawlefs pafsions, loose desires infuse, 
And boast their knowledge gathered from the stews. 
Be thine the tafk, such wifhes to countroul, 
To touch thé gentler movements of the soul ; 
‘To bid the breast with generous ardours glow,’ 
‘To teach the tear of sympathy to flow ; 
We hope, we fear, we swell with virtuous rage 
As various pafsions animate the page. j 
What sentiments the soul of Harley move ? - 
The softest piety the purest love ; 
Congenial virtues dwell in Walton’s mind, 
Form’d her mild graces, and her taste refin’d. 
Their flame was such as heaven itself inspires, 
As high, as secret as the vestal fires ; 
But ah! too late revealed ;—with parting breath, 
He owns its mighty force, and smiles in death, 
His soul spontaneous seeks her kindred fky, 
Where charity and love can never die.’ P 
7 
‘ 
as 
