AAs 
the occupation of my lodging, and to live 
in peace at Montmorency, which fhe may 
co at a very fmall expence, with your af- 
fiftance and protection, whether by the 
produce of my writings, or by that of her 
own work ; for fhe is expert at her needle, 
and only wants employment, which you 
would have the gocdnefs to give her, or 
obtain forher. I wifh only that fhe might 
not be at the difcretion of your waiting- 
women, for their tyrannizing difpofition 
and proje€is for engrofiing your lady thip’s 
favours are not wholly unknown to me. 
The other courfe is, to place her with 
fome family or fociety in the ccuntry, 
where living is cheap, and where fhe 
might very eafily gain her livelinood by 
her induftry. I fhould like this plan lels 
than the other, becauie fhe would thereby 
be too far from you, as well as for other 
reafons. You will decide for the be#, 
“medam; but whatever choice you may 
make, i entreat that it may be fo that fhe 
wl} always have her liverty, and that fhie 
may be impowered to change her refidence 
as foon as fhe fhall find hertelf unhappy 
init. I fupplicate you, in fhort, Madam, 
to condefcend to take care of her fmaller 
concerns in fuch a way that, whatever 
may come to pafs, fhe may have bread to 
eat for the remainder of her days. 

Original Poetry. 
(Sept. 1, 
I beg my lord the Marthal to confult 
you, Madam, upon the choice of the per- 
fon whom he may appoint to take care of 
the interefts of this poor girl after my 
death. You are not ignorant of the unjutt 
partiality manifefted by that perfon who 
would naturally be locked to for this of- 
fice. Whatever efteem I may have con- 
ceived for his probity, I would not have 
her lie at the mercy of aman whom, though 
I ought to believe him honeft, Ineverthelefs 
fee by an inconceivable blindneis in- 
clined to the interefts and the paffions of a 
knave. , 
You fee, Madam, with what fimplicity, 
with what confidence I difelofe my feul be- ! 
fore you. Every other part of the world ap- 
pears already nothing in my eyes; my 
heart, which loves you fincerely, includes 
within it nothing but you, my lord the 
Marfhal, and this poor girl. Adieu, my 
tender and well- beloved friends! hear fome 
fail regard for my memory ; for my part, 
I hope ftili to love you in the other world: 
but whatever there may be in that obfcure 
and dreadful myftery, in whatever hour 
death may furprize or overtake me, | am 
fure it wil] find me thinking on you. 
Iam, Madam, &c. &c. 
Montnroretzcy, J. J. Rousseau. 
Fune 12,1761. 

| ORIGINAL POETRY. 
~~ 
ae OED. 
BY 
SHEPHERD. A TALE. 
MRS. ROBINSON. 
*FPYW AS tn a folitary glen, 
Far from the cheerful haunts of men, 
By poverty oppref°d and taught 
The lonely tafx of filent thought, 
A fthepherd liv’d; a furly wight 
As ever pac’d the mountain’s height : 
He was as cold, and eke as grey, 
As morning on a winter’s dav ; 
And gloomy as November’s fky 
did Simon matk’d life’s thadows fiy. 
And often from the mountain’s fide 
The mMawor HovseE old Simon fpy’d j 
The rich domain of corn and fields, 
With all that fmiling Nature yields; 
Ané often, as he look’d, he figh’a, 
That Heav’n to n1M fuch gifts deny’d. 
The squire had mark’d the ancient fwain, 
And felt'in pity for his pain 5 
He mark’d him at the dawn of day 
Pacing alone the dewy way 5 
Atev’ning’s hour he faw him tread 
The bleak hill, to his rufhy fhe¢e— 
And fill he heard him figh and groan, 
‘That he was poor, and left ALONE! 
Near the_large manor-houfe, a cot 
Was doom’d to mend old S1mon’s lot: 
The {quire propos’d, that ftraightway he 
The tenant of this cot fhould be. 
Simon was grateful, ** Yet,” faid he, 
“¢ IF I'd a iittle fhrubbery, 
A bit of garden full of flow’rs, 
>Twould charm away my fummer hours; 
Andthere, amidft o’er-hanging trees, 
I might enjoy the cooling breeze.” 
The fquire complies, and round the cot, 
A thick plantation grac’d the fpot. 
Now Simon with’d a brook were feen 
Gliding the fhady walks between: 
Svon from a torrent’s rufhing way, 
A little rill was taught to ftray 5 
For ftill the {quire his humour pleaf*d, 
And S1mon’s varying fancy feiz’d. 
SrMoNn was grateful, yet he fwore, 
He'd be content with one thing more— 
A little field, inclos’d and fair, 
Where he might quaff the morning air. 
The ground was fenc’d ;—he wifh’d to keep © 
A cow, and halfa fcore of fheep 
And {till the kind good-natured fguire 
Indulg’d him in his foul’s deiire. 

Thus 
