Her full delicious hair had mow'd,
Her breath had fetid made,

Had ravag'd her most beauteous form,
Where youthful loves once play'd.

Ah! how unlike to what she was,
Of virtue when approv❜d,
When in her father's house she dwelt,
By all her village lov'd!

The lily which luxuriant grows,

In some sequester'd vale,

Near some pure stream, and shelter'd round
From ev'ry ruder gale;

Which Nature's fragrant fav'rite blooms,
Scenting the ambient air;—
That lily was not sweeter then,
And was not half so fair.

Nor was that most unhappy sire,
Whom his lov'd child's disgrace
To death had immaturely giv❜n,
Of an ignoble race.

But now no pois'nous weed obscene,
Of curs'd malignant growth,
Could torture more the aching sense,
And cause it more to loath.

And, as the wretched outcast lay
Upon the cold damp earth,
In lowly sounds she falt'ring breath'd
These plaintive accents forth:

"Daughters of Virtue! I will own,
Here while I grieve in dust,

Your indignation to be wise,

Your censure to be just.

considerable, from the enormous magnitude of the metropolis. Mr. Lambert, who has lately published his "Travels through Lower Canada and the United States of North America," says, there are more prostitutes, in proportion to its size, in New York (and probably this is the case in regard to many other cities in the world), than in London.

"I mourn the loss of virtuous fame,
As for blithe rose-cheek'd health
Languish the sick, or famish'd poor
For comfort-giving wealth.
"Ah! how improperly the name
Of Pleasure we receive!
Women of Pain is the sad style
That truth to us should give.

“Ah! how I rue my hapless fall!
How curse the black-wing'd day,
Which gave me (ah! could Hell do worse?)
A prostitute to stray!

"Yet, did your mild ingenuous hearts
Our various mis'ries know,

Our lonesome days, the grinning scorn
Which mocks where'er we go;

"Though ye would still detest th' offence, Yet o'er th' offender's head,

Soft Pity (for it dwells with you)
A tear would make you shed.
"But men are unrelenting, harsh :
Night wolves which hunt for prey,
Through long-corroding hunger wild,
Are scarce more fierce than they."
As thus she spake, a churlish watch,
Who her lamenting heard,
With many a sharp and brutal taunt,
Her ghastly form uprear'd:

Which unto prison as he dragg'd,

Through pain and woe out-tir'd,
From his rude grasp she fell, and groan'd,
And at his feet expir'd.

The gen'rous bard, thou gloomy shade!
Who married wast to woe,

Gives, while he reprobates thy fault,
A tear for thee to flow.

For many a dark flagitious scheme,
And many a treach'rous art,
Did thy seducer practise, ere
He lur'd thy gentle heart:

Then flush'd with youth, and Fortune's smile,
Thy fall and ruin'd fame,
As if it wreath'd his brow with bay,
Dar'd wantonly proclaim.

But Heav'n his ill-weav'd happiness,
In ire arous'd, shall blast;
And on his head in warning wrath,
Its vengeance-bolt shall cast.
O Chastity, salubrious gift,

Sent from the Pow'r above,
As guardian of our sweetest bliss,
The bliss of wedded love!

The woman who thy law contemns,
What feral ills annoy!

Thou spare and icy bosom'd nurse
Of hallow'd love and joy.

For though she 'scape the cruel woes
The pensive Muse has sung,
Yet shall her grace decay through grief,
And her mid-heart be wrung.

But the unspotted virgin pure,
Whom thou vouchsaf'st t' inspire,
Who checks, ere it dilates, each spark
Of Love's unhallow'd fire;

Laments in exquisite remorse,

No rude pernicious care,

Which makes, e'en in the spring of youth,

The leaf of beauty sear.

To her in purity refin❜d,

Alone to live'tis giv❜n,

That she from all distraction free,

May form herself fór heav'n.

With deathless wreaths of laughing flow'rs
He decks the genial bed.

A train of fair-eyed pleasures wait,
In beautiful array;

And smiling hours with pinions white
Succeed th' auspicious day.

And the glad sire, in th' eve of life,
When cheerful joys are few,
Feels at her bliss those transports warm,
Which in blithe youth he knew.

AUGUSTUS AND SOPHRONIA;

OR,

THE MARRIED LOVERS.

Sævumque arcte complexa dolorem,
Perfruitur lachrymis, et amat pro conjuge luctum.

In ev'ry varied posture, place, and hour,

Lucan.

How widow'd ev'ry thought, of ev'ry joy! Young.

BLESSING and blest in one another's arms,
He with whatever man receiv'd of Fate,
And she in all the bloom of woman's charms,
Augustus and Sophronia flourish'd late.

Like their large bounty was their princely wealth,
As ample as their never-failing love;

Theirs were the comforts of unvaried health,
And friends sincere whom int'rest could not move,
Two beauteous children grac'd their faithful bed:
A boy, the abstract of his manly sire,
Whose little accents lisp'd the words he said,
And sparkled whose fair eyes with half his fire,

The other infant, yet of tend'rest age,'

Brought, like the prattling boy, no cause for care,
Save how their Maker's blessings to engage,
And virtue to their bosoms to endear.

In youth, Augustus, in the blood's hey-day,
When on the Isis' verdant banks he stray'd,
By passions ill-restrain'd was led astray,
Which o'er his mind an empire rash display'd.
His shape was elegantly form'd to please,
Though sin'wy were his limbs, and in his air
Sat manly dignity, with gentle ease,
And ev'ry milder grace that wins the fair.
With accurate politeness to endear,
He knew the mild and amiable art,
With eloquent address to please the ear,
By unseen magic to engage the heart.

And though too far he had indulg'd desire,
Yet all the learning of the schools he knew,
Endow'd with Sidney's honour, Sidney's fire,
Grac'd with the pow'rs which Genius gives to few.
But when Sophronia bore his splendid name,
Prudent she strove, with an attentive art,
His steps unblest to Virtue to reclaim,
And of a gen'rous made a constant heart.

With that strict chasteness Christian rules inspire,
Their noble and corrected minds were fraught,
To other object the impure desire

They check'd, or ere it wanton'd into thought.

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"Whence squint and jaundic'd Doubt* could never
Their minds compos'd with agonizing care;
But boundless confidence, and even love,
And gen'rous sympathy, reign'd wholly there.

The secret for a married pair to be happy lies considerably in the practice of the principles of Christianity, more than in wealth, grandeur, beauty, or youth. A married pair should diligently and regularly attend to every thing which is said in Scripture relative to the duties of husband and wife. It is thus, when they know the sincerity of each other's hearts, that love is obtained without

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