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An element that flatters hiin—to kill,
But most the Bard is true to inborn right,
Time, place, and business, all at his com-
That life—the flowery path that winds by
And fiction animate his sportive lyre,
He proud to please, above all rivals, fit
In a deep vision's intellectual scene, Such earnest longings and regrets as keen Depressed the melancholy Cowley, laid Under a fancied yew-tree's luckless shade; A doleful bower for penitential song, 115
Where Man and Muse complained of mutual
wrong; While Cam's ideal current glided by, And antique towers nodded their foreheads
high, Citadels dear to studious privacy. 119
But Fortune, who had long been used to sport
best; You, Muses, books, fields, liberty, and rest 1125
Far happier they who, fixing hoj>e and aim On the humanities of peaceful fame, Enter betimes with more than martial fire The generous course, aspire, and still aspire; Upheld by warnings heeded not too late 130 Stifle the contradictions of their fate, And to one purpose cleave, their Being's godlike mate!
Thus, gifted Friend, but with the placid
brow That woman ne'er should forfeit, keep thy vow; With modest scorn reject whate'er would
The ethereal eyesight, cramp the winged mind!
Life's book for Thee may lie unclosed, till age
Shall with a thankful tear bedrop its latest
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
1 There is now, alas! no possibility of the anticipation, with which the above Epistle concludes, being realised: nor were the verses ever seen by the Individual for whom they were intended. She accompanied her husband, the Rev. Wm. Fletcher, to India, and died of cholera, at the age of thirty-two or thirty-three years, on her way from Shalapore to Bombay, deeply lamented by all who knew her.
Her enthusiasm wras ardent, her piety steadfast; and her great talents would have enabled her to be eminently useful in the difficult path of life to wrhich she had been called. The opinion she entertained of her own performances, given to the world under her maiden name, Jewsbury, was modest and humble, and, indeed, far below their merits; as is often the case with those who are making trial of their powers, with a hope to discover what they are best fitted for. In one quality, viz., quickness in the motions of her mind, she had, within the range of the Author's acquaintance, no equal.
3 The small wild Geranium known by that name.
To rival summer's brightest scarlet flower; 10
But while a thousand pleasures come un-
show Bright colours whether they deceive or no ?— Nay, we would simply praise the free good-will With which, though slighted, he, on naked hill Or in warm valley, seeks his part to fill; 26 Cheerful alike if bare of flowers as now, Or when his tiny gems shall deck his brow: Yet more, we wish that men by men despised, And such as lift their foreheads overprized, 30 Should sometimes think, where'er they chance
to spy This child of Nature's own humility, What recompense is kept in store or left For all that seem neglected or bereft; With what nice care equivalents are given, 35 How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven.
SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE.
That happy gleam of vernal eyes,
That o'er thy brow are shed;
I saw; and Fancy sped
"Whispering of promise, where no blight
What mortal form, what earthly face
For had thy charge been idle flowers,
Thanks to this tell-tale sheaf of corn,