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

"Was ever I with others seen, "Why am I thus alone.

"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.

"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 I 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;
grave
And, sighing, there expired.

Her

she made where rushes are,

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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LETTERS

WRITTEN BY

SIR C. H. WILLIAMS,

FROM 1747 TO 1756.

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