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September 10. 
ADONIS. — Sorrov'ful Recollections. 
’T is done! I saw it in my dreams, — 
No more with hope the future beams ! 
My days of happiness are few : 
Chilled by misfortune’s wintry blast, 
My dawn of life is overcast; 
Love, hope, and joy, alike adieu: 
Would I could add remembrance too! 
BrRON. 
September 17. 
BOX. — Stoicism. 
Adieu, ye vain, low-thoughted cares, 
Ye human hopes and human fears, 
Ye pleasures and ye pains! 
Bor now o’er all my soul, I feel 
A philosophic calmness steal; 
A stoic silence reigns. 
Whitehead. 
