TULIP TREE, Buossom. RURAL HAPPINESS. 
LIRIODENDRON TULIPIFERA. 
VENUS'S LOOKING-GLASS. 
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FLATIERY. 
Why do your merits thus excel? . 
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Thy piercing grief: 
Bewailing thus, the miserics of fas fate, 
Strike deep ; they wound me to the ver 1. 
Aischylus’s Agamemnon. 
Those tears may tell thee while they start, 
Tow all thy griefs endear thee... . Song, by W. Smyth. 
What happiness the rural maid attends, 
In cheerful labor while each day she spends ! 
She gratefully receives what Heaven has sent, 
And, rich in poverty, — content 
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She never wae the aa 8 oo = 
Nor melancholy stagnates in he 
She never loses life in Givcbtiess | es, 
Nor on the velvet couch invites dis 
Her home-spun dress in simple ceatihan lies, 
And for no glaring igi she sighs: 
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No midnight Ss lnaile her beauty wears. 
And health, not paint, the fading bloom repairs, . Gay. 
The spleen is felt where Flora reigns ; 
The lowering eye, the petulance, the frown, 
And sullen na tds that o’ershade, distort, 
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These Flora banishes, ¢ 
Sweet smiles, and bloom less transient than her own. 
Cowpe 
O, friendly to the best pursuits of man, 
Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace, 
Domestic life in rural pleasures past.........-:. dd, 
You, who the sweets of rural life have known, iS 
Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town...... 
cue ae were courtly flattery, such sink like morn- 
But, a rid takes another tone, the tender and the 
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I’m weary of the flatterer’s tone, its music is no more, 
And eye and lip may answer not its meaning as before 
J. G. Whi itier. 
ANSWER. 
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not...... Shaks. 
Yet sure whene’er the praise is just, 
One may commend, without disgust. 
If ’tis offence, each truths to tell, 
