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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,
And fave the lover in my verfe.

PRATT.

THE PARTRlDGES,

AN ELEGY.
Written on the last Day of August.

Hard hy yon copfe, that skirts the flow'ry vale,
As late I walk'd to taste the ev'ning hreeze,

A plaintive murmur mingled in the gale,
And notes of forrow echo'd thro' the trees.

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,
Feehly the unfledg'd wings th' essay could make:

The parent, shelter'd hy the closing day,
Lodg'd her lov'd covey in a neighhtring hrake.

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.

CO®PEE.~

FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON.

Beep in a grove by cyprefs shaded,
Where mid-day fun had feldom shone,

Or noife the folemn fcene invaded,
Save fome afflicted Mufe's moan,

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,
Till, what his throbbing heart fuggested,

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
"From others' joys a friendly glow,
And for each haplefs neighbour's forrows
"Throbs with a fympathetic woe.

"This is the temper most endearmg,
"Tbo' wide proud pomp her banner fpreads,

"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
"Look down upon the world below.

"The princely pine on hills exalted,
"Whofe lofty branches cleave the iky,

"By winds, long brav'd, at last assaulted,
"Is headlong whirl'd in dust to lie;

"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
"Shine but the pageants of an hour.

"I faw, the pride of all the meadow,
"At noon, a gay narciffus blow
Upon a river's bank, whose fhadow
"Bloom'd in the silver waves below;

"By noon-tide's heat its youth was wasted,
•' The waters, as they pafs'd, complain'd;

"At eve, its glories all were blasted,
"And not one former tint remain'd.

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,
"Whofe vivid beams illusive play,

"Far osf it feems a friendly taper,
"To guide the trav'lleron his way;

"But fhould fome haplefs wretch, purfuing,
"Tread where the rreach'rous meteors glow,

"He'd sind, too late, his ralhnefs rueing,
"That fatal quickfands lurk below:

"In life fuch bubbles nought admiring,
"Gilt with falfe light, and sill'dwith air,

"Do you, from pageant crowds retiring,
"To Peace in Virtue's cot repair,

*« There feek the never-wasted treafure
*' Which mutual love and friendfhip give,

"Domestic comfort, fpotlefs pleafure,
"And blest and blessing you will live.

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