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lished by a tasteful hand, at very little cost. A grotto 

 here, — and a winding terrace there, — a shrubbery 

 below, — a columned fane above, fit for the muses ; 

 whilst seats, by choicest flowers surrounded, and 

 rocks with every kind of fern, — and rustic arches, 

 might all appear with marvellous effect. Here, 

 would the moralist employ his time, — the son of 

 Phoebus sound his lyre, — whilst the military man, 

 would read in the remaining ruins of this fortress, 

 what means were used for martial ends, before 

 the terrible discovery of gunpowder. 



Here too, our softly sighing damsels, with sprigs 

 of rue and wormwood in their locks, might tell 

 their sorrows and their disappointments to the 

 pitying moon. The swain in melting accents, 

 might exclaim with the rejected Alcansor, 



" Canst thou, wilt thou, yield thus to them ? 

 Canst thou hold my love so small ? 

 No ; — ten thousand times I'll perish, 

 My curst rival too shall fall." 



" Canst thou, wilt thou yield thus to them ? 

 O break forth and fly to me ; 

 This fond heart shall bleed to save thee ; 

 These fond arms shall shelter thee." 



Supposing then, that government in conjuction 

 with the elders of the town, should decide upon 

 throwing open the entire extent of this noble 



