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XII.

He rejects all employments and places,
And thinks ev'ry pension a stain ;
Yet Ts, with their damn'd sly faces,
Say, that all is not ended in vain.

XIII.

In spite of his caution and care,

To avoid the appearance of gain, Say those Tories, his wife has a share,

And all is not ended in vain.

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WHEN Phoebus coursing to the West,

His warmer beams withdrew;

Inviting kindly all to rest,

And bid the plains adieu;

As then in silence all things lay,
Bright Luna's charms display'd,
The Goddess deck'd in silver ray,
Supply'd the day decay'd.

On Thames' delightful crystal stream,
A dying Swan complain'd;
While sad departing love's her theme,
Her mournful throat thus strain'd:

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Why have the fates so cruel been? "Philander's loss I mourn;

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"No; rather, I believe, my dear
By man's unlucky game;
"A victim fell, or he'd been here,
"Who never slack'd his flame.

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"If so, my Swan, I'll follow thee,
My love shall egg me on;
"When in Elysium happy we,
"We'll glide the Halcyon.

"But first farewell, my sisters dear, "And all the feather'd train;

"Of Love's kind passion have a care, "Lest you like me complain.

"And fare thee well once happy glade! "Alas, to part 1 weep;

"Thy rush and ozier oft our shade, "Where murmurs lull'd our sleep.

"But, now those balmy joys are fled, "Ye purling streams adieu ! "Since then the gay Philander's dead, Sylvia's no more with you."

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Thus sung the lily-drooping fair,
Then from the stream retired;
Her grave she made where rushes are,
And, sighing, there expired.

A LETTER

TO THE EDITOR OF THE

OLD WOMAN'S MAGAZINE;

AND FIRST PUBLISHED IN THAT WORK.

WHETHER the petition delivered into the House to prevent the drinking of Gin, is intended really and bonâ fide to answer that salutary purpose, and not merely to *****. If it be, I am for it with all my heart, for I'm afraid excessive drinking, excessive gaming, and excessive playing the fool, will be the destruction of this nation.

MARY MIDNIGHT.

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