To his charm'd eye,-omen of heartfelt bliss,
That he his babes all motherless should kiss.

When the world's eyes with poppy-wreaths are bound,
And Sleep, the child of Silence, reigns around,
Kind Melancholy, guide my lonely feet,

Where thou and Headley fix'd your classic seat.
If the dear scenes that won their earthly love
Can draw down angels from the joys above,
Soft let me breathe thy name with many a tear;
Haply thy gentle spirit stoops to hear!

In vain did slow decay with pain conspire
To quench the lustre of affection's fire;
No wasting pains its vital heat consume,

Strong as the lamp, that gilds the mould'ring tomb.
From friendship's base no storms his soul could move,
The last sad look was sympathy and love.

Before bright Genius and soft Friendship find
A nobler mansion than his heaven-born mind,
These eyes in death shall close, which melt with woe,
And time's dark stream in distant ages flow.

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE Public are here presented with an Edition of Mr. Headley's Works, without either Abridgment or Addition, except a Note upon one by Mr. Headley, at page 83. In proceeding with the alterations of the Orthography in the " Select Beauties," many selections were found already modernized, having been printed by Mr. Headley from editions published since the deaths of the respective authors.

The Public have now an opportunity of enjoying the literary banquet prepared by Mr. Headley, with the same facility as they have been accustomed to peruse the Works of Shakspeare and Milton; and it is presumed, that an equal reliance may be placed upon the text, as upon the variorum editions of those immortal writers.

The Notes before placed in a body at the end of the Second Volume, are in this edition, for the convenience of the Reader, arranged at the bottom of the corresponding pages of the Text.

ΤΟ

WILLIAM WINDHAM, ESQ. M. P.

OF

FELBRIG, NORFOLK.

SIR,

Ir is some satisfaction to me, in my anxiety for the fate of these volumes, that let the decisions of Criticism be what they will, in being permitted to affix your name to them, I am at least securing a degree of reflected lustre to one page; while every reader who is acquainted with your character, will be pleased to find, that the same generous and watchful attention which you dedicate to the liberty and interests of your Country, you are not backward in extending even to the most distant and collateral branches of its Literature.

Your much obliged

Humble Servant,

Norwich, Feb. 14, 1787.

HENRY HEADLEY,