&6 EST HONI AN POETRY. 



To this little cottage yard, 



Among thefe vaffals who have got old dollars. 



Simple, plain, and natural ! The young man wants 

 a rich bride. He fcours over the heaths and the val- 

 lies. Cafts an eye over all the country. He fees a 

 peafant's cottage-yard, with pieces of linen hanging to 

 dry. The door is ornamented with old plated buttons 

 and other flat pieces of metal nailed to it. A good 

 fbore of flefh hanging under the eaves — fc This muft 

 " be a wealthy family," fays 'he. In he goes ; finds 

 an amiable young woman, generally of a fallow com- 

 plexion, of which his imagination makes lilies and 

 rofes, with long blond hair flowing down her neck and 

 bofom, which is the common description of the na- 

 tives ; he renews his viiits, the father gives her to him, 

 and unites them for ever in the bands of love. 



II. Again, an epithalamium. It was doubtlefs com- 

 pel cd fo long ago as the roman catholic times, as we 

 fee by the mention of the mother of our Saviour, ac- 

 cording to the notion of .the then prevailing fupenfti- 

 tion. 



The hunting-line therein mentioned is the leathern 

 thong held in the hand for guiding the horfe. " The 

 " halters kept hanging on the beams of the fun" is 

 truly poetical : an agreeable image. Even the fun is 

 endeavouring to fupplant the young bridegroom, by 

 laying hindrances in the way of his rapid progrefs to his 

 bride. It is not a ftranger, a cold wedding-gueft, a 

 lazy, old acquaintance, who already, for half a century, 

 has felt the breezes and the blights of love, that unties 

 the hunting-line from the thicket : the reftlefs and ea- 

 ger 



