And fhares the charms of 
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X. Unlike.that Publican, 
Who rudely cry’d—** depart” — 
This cottager compaffion breathes, 
And feels a tender heart. 
XI. He lightsa blazing fire, 
To yield her fweet relief, 
And mingles with her tale of woe 
His fympathy of grief, 
XII. With mora around the door 
The Cotter’s children {mil’ d, 
Or gambol’d in the heath, as blithe 
As bees that haynt the wild. 
XIIft. This tale they love to tell 
The ftranger on the green, 
And fhow,him where the pony fell, 
And where his bones are feen. 
XIV. The Father of the dew 
Accepts the Widow’s tears 
- That drop in pity for the beaft, 
- Who ferv’d her days and years. 
Tewviftock, W. EvANs. 
April, 1801. 
we ae 
COURTLY ADULATION. 
From Ariofto?s Satires. 
ASH is that fool, 
reign lord, 
Prefaumes to eter one oppofing word : 
who ’gainft his fove- 
Should he at noon fée flars! then g grope your 
way 5 4 
The fun, at midnight! blinking fhun his 
, ray. 
Where’er at random falls his praife or 
blame, 
Confenting courtiers echo back the fame. 
Nay, e’en the rear of flaves, who look and 
- quake, 
Nor ever dare their humble filence break, 
With evry grinning mufcle feem to cry, 
We, if we durit, would fan€iion too, the 
lie. 
Hackney. jJ.M, 
a 
LINES, tranflated from the irish of THADY 
RUDDY, @2-UNTUTORED BARD. 
ATHY does that rofe thine forth with fo 
much pride ? 
Tn all the glories ofan Eaftern’ bride ? 
Is it becaufe the decks fair Szlin’s* how’ts? 
Is it 'becaufe fhe’s called the ‘Queen of 
Flow’rs ? 
Is it becaufe fhe {cents the verdant plain, 
And lives in ew’ry poet’s love-fick ftrain ? 
Is it becaufe the breathes in Homer’s Greek, 
lovely WNora’s 
cheek ? 
SE a Te ee Se ER NS” TU a a 
* An extenlive yale in the county of 
Leitrim. 
* 
ne Poetry. 
‘Thy days of labour, ftudious 
[Aug. i, 
Is it becaufe the plaintive bird of night 
Woos her in firains that lend e’en faints de- 
light P 
But mark yon humble lily of the vale, 
Content to flourith in the paft’ral tale 3 
Content“in her own native fhade to breathe, 
Ox bloom at times in fome young Pores. 
wreathe ; 
Yet thou art dearer to my lowly breaft, , 
Than yen proud- rofe in all her radiance 
dreft, 
The pureft emblem of the modeft maid, 
Who fiies the wanton eye, and courts the 
_ fhade, 
, 
ee as x 
J TRIBUTE to the MEMORY of a1 youns 
GENTLEMAN, who died on thé’ xotb of 
“‘Fune, in early life, emunent for his worth and 
diligence in bis profejfion as Beha iat of a 
Difpenfary. 
]% hafte tothee the fatal mandate came, 
And «quick thy fpirit fled its languid 
frame. 
Farewel! ’tis finifhed! Heaven 
more 3 
requir’d no 
nights, are 
o'er. 
Yet, filent now upon thy lowly bed, ; 
‘Thou fleepeft not with the focbeetete dead 5 - 
No, gentle fhade, juftice thy name fhall 
Meas 
And o’er the cyprefs | ey the verdant 
bays: 
Bid it furvive a fair aeeue fhown, 
And may the young compare it with their 
own. 
their time, (thy treafure’ if tich 
ufes) 
Are no regretted moments of abufe ?. 
As thee devout, fay, have they minds’ as 
free, 
— bleft by fcience, humble found .as 
thee! 
of gentle manners, are their morals pure 5 
In them does mifery meet a friend as 
fure ? 
Does filial duty’s pure affe@ion glow, 
And faith feal every claim the good ‘an 
know ? 
Is zught revers’d? reverfe the erring plan, 
Thefe.are the graces that adorn the man. , 
For gold and honours vain the giddy ftrife— 
Vhe firft of honours is an ufeful life. : 
Lamented fhade, farewel ! thy labour’s done, 
And Heaven, high ae for sgh early — 
Bis vieedl 
won. 
External ; gifts the Mufe deems toys of 
earth, 
But pays aie tribute here to mode worth. 
Lancafrer, 
‘Fune 18, 1801. 
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