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Still will I pace the paths her footsteps prefs'd, Still watch the favour'd plants her culture bless'd; While the loud throẞtle warbling fills the grove, Mix'd with the murmurs of the melting dove.

Here, when the fun's declining car allows
A deeper fhade to hover o'er the boughs,
Sweet Philomel, who fhunn'd the "garish day,"
Awakes th' enamour'd echoes with her lay;
O Bird! beft darling of the Muse, again
Pour on my penfive ear that thrilling strain;
Again repeat it! - Fancy fhall prolong
Thy notes, and give expreffion to thy fong;
Tell what deep fwells defcribe parental woe,
For fever'd love what fofter descants flow;
Sing on the tender fympathy I feel,
For, as around me, night's dun shadows steal,
Keen retrospection every sense employs,
And gives a fubftance to departed joys.
I fee thy form, my honour'd mother! glide
Wrapt in a filmy mift, and scarce defcried;
I turn delighted, and again rejoice

In the known cadence of thy filver voice.
O ever-lov'd, rever'd, lamented! fay,
From what far region haft thou wing'd thy way?
Charg'd with what kind injunction art thou come,
To turn my footsteps from the path-worn tomb?
Appear'ft thou in displeasure, to upbraid
Some broken promife, or fome rite unpaid;


Or haft thou journey'd to this dark' terrene,
To tell the fecrets of the world unfeen?-

'Tis filence all-Light zephyrs wave the trees,'Twas but the glancing boughs, and rifing breeze; The faint impreffion fades upon my brain, The vifion clofes, but my griefs remain!


Still to ourselves in every place confign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find:

With fecret courfe while no loud ftorms annoy,
Glides the fmooth current of domestic joy,

AMONG the various means employed by Providence to soften human calamity, none are more eminently beneficial than the opiates which time adminifters to grief. It was finely obferved by a novelift, (not one of the present school,) that none but the guilty are long and completely miferable. In vain does the foul, while labouring under the ftrong paroxyfms of calamity or difappointment, renounce all acquaintance with terrestrial pleasures, and, like the Hebrew patriarch, refolve to "go down


"to the grave mourning." Time will foften the poignancy of regret; a Benjamin may arise to divert affection from the grave of Jofeph, and the tears of anguifh may be converted to thofe of joy. This fuppofition, however, premiles that the grief did not originate in the depravity of the, fufferer. Intervening years may render vice callous or penitent, but the impenetrability of one ftate, and the apprehensiveness of the other, are alike irreconcileable with the idea of happiness. It has been long acknowledged, that though the lofs of a beloved friend feems at first the most infupportable of all calamities, even affectionate minds fooner acquiefce in fuch deprivations, than they do in many other kinds of diftrefs. This may fometimes be accounted for upon religious principles; but even when it does not own fuch exalted motives, it


feems fevere to afcribe it to levity of difpofition. Exifting in the midst of a dying world, we should rather employ our faculties in extracting improvement from scenes of mortality, than wafte them in unavailing regret. The bond of friendship is not, indeed, diffolved by death; yet it does not impofe incef fant woe on the furvivor, who muft foon journey through the fame dark valley which the lamented object has juft explored.

Srengthened by fuch confiderations, fill farther enforced by the precepts and example of her father, Mifs Evans's grief gradually fubfided into the tranquil cheerfulness which naturally belonged to her character. Her affection for her mother fhewed itfelf in a tender attachment to her memory, and to every fubject connected with it; in a fteady imitation of her virtues, and a faithful obfervance

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