3800. | 
Ten pounds I gave to put out John, 
- Remaining ten we live upon 3 . 
And though we’re hard enough put to it, 
With little helps contrive to do it. 
Our forrel mare is yearly foaling, 
Which pays for Bet and Fanny’s {chooling. 
The fow too farrows now and then, 
Which buys a coat for Bill and Ben. 
My wife, with butter, eggs, and milk, 
Buys frocks and gowns—they’re not of filk. 
Perhaps ’twill make your rev’rence laugh—— 
I bought this caffock with a calf, i 
Tis thus by various means we fhift, 
And would you kindly give a lift, 
°T would fet us vaftly more at eafe— 
Would you give up the furplice fees, 
My income then would very near 
Amount to fifty pounds a year.” 
The Prebendary rofe in hafte— 
God blefs my foul, the time is paft ! 
At half paft one, I was to meet 
My friend, the dean, in Cannon-ftreet. 
CLERICUS. 

THE PURSUIT OF QUIET. 
dn a sures of evecies, by J. Derr, of 
DOVER, in KENT, now firft publifbed, 
(Continued from page 339.) 
ELEGY IV. 
FAR from the world tho’ lonely here I 
ftray, 
Yet cares obtrufive ftill moleft my mind ; 
Impede, diftraét my vifionary way, 
And caft my halcyon profpects far behind ! 
And have I woo’ed thee, mild-ey’d Peace, in 
vain ? 
Thou laft dear object of my foul below! 
Thou, whofe fweet {miles alone might foothe 
my pain, 
And recompenfe me for an age of woe! 
Why did’ft thou frown me from thy foft em- 
brace ? 
Why chide unkindly from thy heav’nly 
charms ? 
Why from my afking eyes avert thy face, 
And fly difdainful from my opening arms ? 
Tho’ on life’s fpring the Fates malignant 
frown’d, 
And plung’d their keeneft arrows in my 
breaft, 
Still, feeking thee, I nurs’d each bleeding 
wound, 
And lull’d with fong my anguidh’d mind to 
reftt, 
¢ Still, ftill (I cried) will happier times 
arife, . 
When I, forgetful of this wretched day, 
Shall meet with Peace beneath ferener fkies, 
And {mile the fummer of my life away. 
Sweet was the hope! and foon I form’d a 
pray’r 
To win thy favour inthe lonely vale: 
Thou faw’ft me to the lonely vale repair, 
And tell, with tears and fighs, my haplefs 
talc, 
Original Poeiry, 
439 
I told the ftory of my earlier years, 
When every morn that waked with light 
the fkies, 
Saw on my cheek the everflowing tear, 
Heard from my breaft the never-ending 
fighs ! 
Then, kneeling humbly on a bank of flow’rs, 
With hands uplifted 1 invok’d thy aid: 
Soft was the breeze, and verdant were the 
bow’rs, 
When thus, tranfported with my hopes, I 
{aid : 
“* O peace! for thee I all the world refign ! 
For thee from all the haunts of men I fy! 
I afk but this on earth, O maid divine! 
With thee to wander, and with thee ¢» 
die ! 
<¢ Tonly fear left Mem’ry’s plaintive train, 
Awakening echo with their tale of woes, 
Should fright thee, timid virgin! from the 
plain, 
And filatch me from thy bofom of repofe.” 
Then rifing, bade my native vale farewell ; 
To love and friendfhip breath’d a lat adieu 5 
With rapid-hand unftrung my doric fhell, 
And diftant far the tunelefs trifle threw. 
“© Be gone ({ cri’d) thou fenfe-deceiving 
pow’r, 
Thou Muf2! who fed my foul with vain 
defire ! 
Who lur’d me far from Quiet’s humble bow’r, 
Ne by thy voice and thy melodious 
yre, 
** Oft, mov’d to madnefs by thy voice and 
fhell, ..: 
Trembling, exhaufted, at thy feet I lay : 
Or, feiz’d my lute, and, haft’ning from my 
cell, : 
Thro’ the lone woodlands bent my cafual 
Way. 
« Till, faint with wand’ring, and with tears 
opprefs’d, 
Save me from this diftraéting Mufe, I faids 
Enough of pajfion rends this tortur’d breaf, 
Nor needs the impulfe of this frantic maid! 
I ceas’d—then flew to meet thy foft embrace, 
To reft thro? life in thy celeftial arms, 
O thou of {miling eyes, and rofeate face, 
Whofe voice the {pirit of afliétion charms. 
Ah me! thy frown forbade the fond embrace! 
I {aw thee, cruel, veil thy heav’nly charms! 
From my imploring eyes avert thy face, 
And fly, difdainful, from my longing arms? 
a 
Lines addreffed to the auTHuOR of the pur« 
suit of QUIET, on his retiring from the ace 
tive SCENES of LIFE. 
HY from the world fo foon retir’d ? 
To folitude why have you fled ? 
Your heart with love and friendthip fir'd, 
And dreams poetic in your head, 
Why 
