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The mournful fequel of my tale; 
ent by an order from the fates, 
A A gunner met them i in the vale. 
Aten, the lover cry’d, my dear, - 
Hafte, hafte away, from danger fly ; 
‘Here, gunner, point thy thunder here ; 
; 0 {pare my love, and let me die. 
At him the gunner took his aim ; 
His aim, alas! was all too true: 
! had he chofe fome other game! 
Or fhot, as he was wont to do! te 
vided pair! forgive the wrong, 
_ While I with tears your fate rehearfe ; 
Til join the widow’s plaintive fong, 
And fave the lover in my verle, 
Fe 
| te GOLD-FINCHES 5, an Elegy. By Mr. Jaco. 
WAS gentle {pring, when all the tuneful race, 
By nature taught, in nuptial leagues combine, 
; Aa finch pret to meet she fond asin os 
; No fettled dain no fix’d abode their aim ; 
As chance or fancy led, their path they chang’d, 
Themfelves in every vary’d {cene, the fame. : 

