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The Old Man's Comforts.
« In the days of my youth,” father William re-

“ I remember'd that youth could not last;
I thought of the future whatever I did,

That I never might grieve for the past.”

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" You are old, father William," the young man

cried, “ And life must be hast ning away; You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death:

Now tell me the reason, I pray.”

“ I am cheerful, young man,” father William

replied, « Let the cause thy attention engage : In the days of my youth I remember'd my God, And he hath not forgotten my age.”



The Traveller's Return.


Sweet to the morning traveller

The sky-lark's earliest song,
Whose twinkling wings are seen at fits:

The dewy light among.

And cheering to the traveller

The gales that round him play, When faint and wearily he drags"

Along his noontide way.

And when beneath th' unclouded sun

Full wearily toils he,
The flowing water makes to him
Most pleasant melody.

And when the evening light decays, . And all is calm around, There is fweet music to his ear

In the distant sheep-bell's sound.


To Fortune.

:35 And (weet the neighbouring church's bell

That marks his journey's bourn; But sweeter is the voice of love That welcomes his return!



I CARE not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Thro' which Aurora shows her brightening face:
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.




Day and Night.


When the gay sun first breaks the shades of night,
And streaks the distant eastern hills with light,
Colour returns, the plains their livery wear,
And a bright verdure clothes the smiling year;
The blooming flowers with opening beauties

And grazing flocks their milky fleeces show;
The barren cliff's with chalky fronts arise,
And a pure azure arches o'er the skies.
But when the gloomy reign of night returns,
Stript of her fading pride all nature mourns :
The trees no more their wonted verdure boast,
But weep in dewy tears their beauty loft:
No distant landscapes draw our curious eyes,
Wrapt in night's robe the whole creation lies,
Yet ftill even now, while darkness clothes thei

land, We view the traces of th'almighty hand; Millions of stars in heaven's wide vault appear, And with new glories hang the boundless sphere:


The Tame Stag.
The Glver moon her western couch forsakes.
And o'er the skies her nightly circle makes ;
Her solid globe beats back the funny rays,
And to the world her borrow'd light repays.



As a young stag the thicket pass’d,
The branches held his antlers faste
A clown, who saw the captive hunga
Across his horns the halter Dung.
Now safely hamper’d in the cord,
He bore the present to his lordp.
His lord was pleased, as was the clown
When he was tipp'd with half a crown

The stag was brought before his wife: The tender lady begg’d his life. How sleek's the skin! how speci'd likę ermine! "Sure never creature was so charming!

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