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MISS CHARLOTTE COLLINS,
DRAWING THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS.
O matre pulchra, filia pulchrior !
How true the mimic forms appear,
With brow indignant and severe,
Charlotte, thy pencil's skill'd to trace Superior forms and easier grace: Why copy then what Fiction drew, When Nature holds herself to view! Cease on this Cyprian form to gaze, And trust thy faithful mirror's rays; By its reflected aid, you'll know More vivid tints, the warmer glow. The auburn ringlet-brilliant eyeDimples—where Loves in ambush lieTeeth-as the Ceylon ivory whiteLips-with the Persian coral dightThe graceful neck—and swelling breast Here Fancy blushing paints the rest.
FONTENELLE'S PLURALITY OF WORLDS.
EDWARD ROLLE, B. D.
In this small work, all nature's wonders see,
Brought down to sight, with ease you view 'em
Though deep the bottom, yet the stream is clear.
fair Thought this world all ; and her's the brightest here. Ah! quit not the large thoughts this book inspires, For those thin trifles which your sex admires : Assert
your claim to sense, and shew mankind,