LINES BY NESSY HEYWOOD. 83 
My beating heart, oppress'd with woe and care, 
Has yet to learn such happiness to bear. 
From grief, distracting grief, thus high to soar, 
To know dull pain and misery no more, 
To hail each op'ning morn with new delight, 
To rest in peace and joy each happy night, 
To see my Lycidas from bondage free, 
Restored to life, to pleasure, and to me ; 
To see him thus, adorn'd with virtue's charms. 
To give him to a longing mother's arms, 
To know him by surrounding friends caress'd ; 
Of honour, fame, of life's best gifts possess'd ; 
Oh, my full heart ! 'tis joy, 'tis bliss supreme, 
And though 'tis real, yet, how like a dream ! 
Then teach me, Heav'n, to bear it as I ought; 
Inspire each rapt'rous, each transporting thought 
Teach me to bend beneath thy bounteous hand, 
With gratitude my willing heart expand : 
To Thy Omnipotence I humbly bow, 
Afflicted once but ah ! how happy now ! 
What reader does not wish to learn more 
about Nessy Heywood ? In less than a year 
after her beloved brother's liberation, whilst 
still in her youthful days, she was called 
away from taking a part in this busy 
anxious world. It no longer remained for 
her to " rejoice with them that do rejoice, 
and weep with them that weep." Active 
and alert no more in the service of those she 
loved, she was to seek her employment and 
