There overshadowing hangs a sacred wood, And blushing bends with Autumn's golden fruits. Here fruits and flow'rs adorn the varied year, Some parts, in light magnificently dress'd, Obtrusive enter, and stand all confess'd;" Whilst others decently in shades are thrown, And by concealing make their beauties known. Alternate thus and mutual is their aid, The lights owe half their lustre to the shade. So the bright fires that light the milky way, Lost and extinguish'd in the solar ray; In the sun's absence pour a flood of light, And borrow all their brightness from the night. To cheat our eyes how well dost thou contrive! Each object here seems real and alive. Not more resembling life the figures stand, Form'd by Lycippus, or by Phidias' hand. Unnumber'd beauties in the piece unite, ΤΟ A YOUNG LADY WHO PAINTS VERY WELL, BUT ALWAYS DRAWS HER OWN SEX TO DISADVANTAGE. BY J. WHALEY, M. A. INGENIOUS Fair, in whose well-mingled dyes, To cheat our senses, and delude our eye; Blot you not out the ill-united shades, If but one tulip on your canvas fades? And swells not with a conscious joy your breast, Whence strive you then, to hurt your own fair kind? Such looks as well might hint an Angel's face? Can meagre Envy dwell in breasts like thine? Thy own fair self, mistaken charmer, view, Learn thy own power, and let thy paint be true. With kindly care thy happiest colors blend, And strive what Nature fairest forms to mend : From Chloe's eye bid keener lightnings flow; Teach Caelia's cheeks with softer red to glow : Still, still, bright Nymph, unrival'd shalt thou shine; Thy paint is charming, but thy form divine. ΤΟ MISS CHARLOTTE COLLINS, OF WINCHESTER, ON HER DRAWING THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS. O matre pulchra, filia pulchrior! How true the mimic forms appear, The martial goddess stood confest. With brow indignant and severe, |