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Bishop, was Master of Merchant Taylor's school ; and
imagination need not be put upon the stretch, to form an idea of his life. It is pleasant, howevcr, to see one of his profession tying up the birch twigs with ribbon couleur de rose, and gathering the flowers of Parnassus as he drove his flock along the road.
REV. GEORGE STEPNEY TOWNLEY, On the Birth of his daughter, September 18, 1779.
WEAT, shall the father hope, the mother pray, When their girl's eyes first open to the day?
That ductile Spirit, simple Truth,
And pregnant Sensibility, May lead up infancy to youth! —
And every prank of playful glee Still seem to say, “This babe was born, • A Rose of Beauty, with no Thorn!
That year by year, new female grace
To manlier judgment may be join'd! Her genius animate her face !
Her manner indicate her mind! A face, a mind, that show her born,.. A Rose of Beauty, with no Thorn!
That her full form, and perfect powers,
The worthy and the wise may strike; And Love, to bless her married hours,
Conduct and match her to her like! One, who shall know, and boast her born A Rose of Beauty, with no Thorn!
That her capricious heart may take
Grateful, the share of good decreed ! And comfortable candour make
All she enjoys, be joy indeed! Joy, whose pure glow may prove her born A Rose of Beauty, with no Thorn!
That never insults, loss, or pain,
May work an heavier weight of care,
Or provident discretion bear!
That age insensibly may creep!
And her last look may see survive
Her likeness, and her name alive!
THE BRAMBLE. WHILE Wits thro'. Fiction's regions ramble, While Bards for fame or profit scramble:While Pegasus can trot, or amble; — Come, what may come,- I'll sing the Bramble.
• How now!'-methinks I hear you say :-
But soft ! no more of this wild stuff!
Both methods, for exactness sake,
A Bramble will not, like a Rose,
You shut your Myrtles for a time up ;
Spite of your skill, and care and cost,
Some shrubs intestine hatred cherish,
Such, and so various negative merits,