INFORMATION. "TWAS on a certain day I went from home, As hawking pedlars are so apt to roam; When I return'd, the time was rather late, My wife inform'd me what I now repeat. She said, 'Here's been a vehicle to-day, Who at our house pull'd in, and stopp'd the ass. She straightly ask'd if Huntington liv'd here, But would not tell from whence she came, nor where: She brought this weighty burden to my door, And then return'd the way she came before.' We held a council, but could not devise The little equipage of cart and ass Was something like what Shunem brought to pass ; If wrong conjectur'd, take it not amiss; To tell the truth my poem sprung from this. My frothy head has often fell to rhyme, I meant, at first, to send my thoughts to you, I only meant to send an homely fare, But so it fell, when I began to write, That heart and head brought many things to light, I found my mind entangl'd in a strait, How I should send this burden'd vessel's freight; Again, I thought a month might turn about At last, I thought I'd send it from the press, Thus I contriv'd, and fix'd the scheme at last, Methinks you aim'd to have your gift conceal'd, But women's pleas to men's replies give place, A priest may speak where they must hold their peace. Give my respects to your superior, lord, Forget me not when both engag'd in pray'r, A prodigal return'd should have a share; God well approves of charity divine, And you, in turn, shall have a share in mine. THE SHUNA MIT E. THE The distant spot, the time, and means decreed, A pious matron, in the days of old, A sheep appointed for the Shepherd's fold, A prophet grave, upon a certain day, |