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And as the cygnet, ancient poets feign,
Chaunts ere his exit one melodious strain ;
Shall my dull Muse attempt her final song,
Nor gratitude, one feeble verse prolong;
To that kind friend, who watch'd my earliest years,
Shar’d in my joys, and sooth'd my infant fears ?
Tho' many a season now has roll’d away,
Since her pure spirit, left its load of clay;
Tho' in those years her precepts may have died,
Shipwreck’d by folly, or by pleasure's tide;
From their long slumber may they yet revive,
And keep each dormant energy alive ;
For her, how fruitless, either wish or pray'r,
Long since remov'd from ev'ry earthly care ;
To those bright mansions where she hop'd to rest,
And now inhabits with the good and blest.



" Cedes coemptis saltibus et domo,
Villaque flavus quam Tiberis lavit ;
Cedes, et extructis in altum
“ Divitiis potietur hæres.”


“ For that inevitable road,
" That leads him to his last abode,
“ None can too well prepare ;
“ Or weigh too wisely ere he go;
“ The good or ill he soon must know,
“When brought to judgment there.”


Of Life's gay drama, tho’ four acts have past,

And Nature's mandate now proclaims the last;

* The idea was first suggested by a beautiful French sonnet, to the same effect.



Our lamp burns dim, each gaudy dream is fled,
While Hope's bright portals we no longer tread;
To thee! where first this being drew its breath,
And must receive the fatal shaft of death;

Scene of my happiness—repose and pain,
Where oft to folly, judgment yields the rein;
Let me a brief and feeble tribute pay,
Past hours, recalling on this well-known day;
When tried affection spread her gen’rous hoard,
And playful guests enjoy'd the festive board.
As fam'd Queen Mab, in Shakespeare's fluent verse,
Displays the mitre, or replenish'd purse ;
The Soldier's guerdon, or the Lover's charms,
(When Morpheus opens his lethargic arms.)
Oft thus we see, in Fancy's magic glass,
Our earliest hopes, and first impressions pass;
While rosy health, each object could endear,
And Youth's gay train, with buoyant mirth appear.
How chang'd since then ! dispers’d in many a clime,
Their ardour vanish'd, and decay'd their prime !
Some borne away by fickle Fortune's breath,
Or sav'd from sorrow by an early death!

Instruct me then, to act an upright part,

With manly firmness join a feeling heart;
Above the rest, to scorn each mean disguise,

To fall with dignity, with temper rise;" 'Till my short race is destin’d to be o'er,

And Time's last sand-glass can be turn’d no more ;

Thro' mercy, trusting at that awful hour,
In Heav'n's all gracious and benignant power,
That to my sins, her pardon may extend,
And the poor suppliant's humble pray’r attend ;

in charity, with all mankind, Contented, grateful, tranquil, and resign’d; In some far-distant and sequester'd vale,

In peace,

(The “ Beau Ideal of a fairy tale,) Or where, reposing near the azure deep, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep ;" May this poor frame, as order'd from our birth, In silence mingle with its parent earth; Let no vain trappings o'er my ashes wave; But these brief lines, Affection's hand engrave :“ Here rests, long tried, in many a chequer'd year, “ The gay companion, and the friend sincere;



“A firm believer, tho’ too oft he err’d,

" When mirth, or Pleasure's syren voice was heard ;

“Then hide his failings, and his faults forget,

“ Learn here to pay mortality's last debt,
“And like the chrysalis attempt to rise,
“With brighter colours, and in purer skies.”

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