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Together thro' the sields they stray'd,
And to the murmuring riv'let's side; Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd
With honest joy, and decent pride,
When, oh! with grief the Mufe relates
The mournful fequel of my tale; Sent hy an order from the Fates,
A gunner met them in the vale.
Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, "My dear!
"Haste, haste away! from danger fly! "Here, gunner! point thy thunder here;
** O, fpare my love, and let me die 1"
At him the gunner took his aim;
His aim, alas! was all too true: O! had he chofe fome other game;
Or fhot—as he was wont to do 1
Divided pair I forgive the wrong,
While I with tears your fate rehearfe;
I'll join the widow's plaintive fong,
Hard hy yon copfe, that skirts the flow'ry vale,
A plaintive murmur mingled in the gale,
Touch'd hy the pensive found, I nearer drew;
But my rude step increas'd the caufe of pain: Soon o'er my head the whirring Partridge flew,
Alarm'd; and with her flew an infant train.
But short th' excursion; for unus'd to play,
The parent, shelter'd hy the closing day,
Her cradling pinions there she amply fpread,
And husiVd th' affrighted family to rest; But still the late alarm fuggested dread,
And clofer to their feath'ry friend they prefs'd. She, wretched parent! doom'd to various woe,
Felt all a mother's hope, a mother's care j With grief foresaw the dawn's impending hlow,
And, to avert it, thus preferr'd her pray'r: "O Thou! who e'en the fparrow dost hefriend;
"Whofe providence protects the harmlefs wren; "Thou, God of hirds! thefe innocents defend,
"From the vile fport of unrelenting men. K For foon as dawn shall dapple yonder skies,
"The flaughtering gunner, with the tuhe of fate, "While the dire dog the faithlefs stuhhle tries,
"Shall perfecute our trihe with annual hate.
"O may the fun, unfann'd hy cooling gale, *' Parch with unufual heat th' undewy ground;
"So shall the pointer's wonted cunning fail, "So shall the fportfman leave my hahes unfound.
"Then shall I ftarlefs guide them to the mead; "Then shall I fee with joy their plumage grow; "Then fhall I fac (send thought) their future breed,
"And every tranfport of a parent know 1 "But if fome victim must endure the dart,
"And fate marks out that victim from my race, "Strike, strike the leaden vengeance thro' this heartl fpare my babes! and I the death embrace.
FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON.
Beep in a grove by cyprefs shaded,
Or noife the folemn fcene invaded,
A fwain, towards full-ag'd manhood wending,
Sat forrowing at the clofe of day, At whofe fond side a boy attending
Lifp'd half his father's cares away.
The father's eyes no object wrested,
But on the fmiling prattler hung,
Thefe accents trembled from his tongue:
"My youth's sirst hope, my manhood's treafure,
"My dearest innocent, attend, "Nor fear rebuke, or four difpleafure:
"A father's loveliest name is Friend. "Some truths from long experience stowing,
"Worth more than royal grants, receive; "For truths are wealths of Heav'n's bestowing, , " Which kings have feldom power to give.
"Since, from an ancient race defcended,
"You boast an unattainted blood, "By yours be their fair fame attended,
"And claim by birth-right—to be good.
"In love for every fellow-creature,
"Superior rife above the crowd; '• What most ennobles human nature
"Was ne'er the portion of the proud.
*' Be thine the generous heart that borrows
"This is the temper most endearmg,
"An heavenlier power good-nature bearing, "Each heart in willing thsaldom leads.
"Taste not from fame's uncertain fountain "The peace-destroying streams that flow,
** Nor from ambition's dangerous mountain
"The princely pine on hills exalted,
"By winds, long brav'd, at last assaulted,
"While the mild rofe, more fafely growing,
"Low in its unafpiring vale, "Amid retirement's welter blowing,
"Exchanges fweets with ev'ry gale.
'« Wifh not for beauty's darling features, "Moulded by Nature's partial pow'r.
"For fairest forms 'mong human creaturei
"I faw, the pride of all the meadow,
"By noon-tide's heat its youth was wasted,
"At eve, its glories all were blasted,
w Nor let vain wit's deceitful glory
"Lead you from Wisdom's path astray;
"What genius lives renown'd in story, To happinefs who found the way?
K In yonder mead behold that vapour,
"Far osf it feems a friendly taper,
"But fhould fome haplefs wretch, purfuing,
"He'd sind, too late, his ralhnefs rueing,
"In life fuch bubbles nought admiring,
"Do you, from pageant crowds retiring,
*« There feek the never-wasted treafure
"Domestic comfort, fpotlefs pleafure,