THE PERILS OF NATURE; OR, A VOTE ENDANGEred. A DIALOGUE. A CURATE (Mr. SMITH) and a BENCHER of the Temple (Mr. HARDINGE). CURATE. THE lines that here a Bencher greet BENCHER. Alas, good Sir! you come too late. Your interest would then be mine; I love your Mother and her pearls (For I am partial to the Girls). CURATE. I ask no more-'tis nobly done, I have a letter-(could you know it) — Such honour to a feeling heart BENCHER. You keep the letter all the while. CURATE. Oh, Sir!-'tis yours-'twas you that I heard with transport-and I felt, For Smith took up his hat and stick. gave TO A LAUGHING GIRL, WHOM THE WRITER PRESENTED WITH A SERIOUS AND PATHETIC NOVEL. I ASK of you, the Comic Belle, Though tears are not in fashion; From you that laugh, and laugh so well, The sorrows of Compassion. 'Tis no improvident request, Nor you misunderstood; The heart that's open to the jest, Is merciful and good. TO A ROSE, ON AMORET'S BREAST. ENCHANTING Rose of early morn, Whose opening leaves of dews are born; The hand that pluck'd thee from the earth STELLA AND FLAVIA. These Lines were occasioned by the Marriage of Miss P-, who was Lady G- - C's first Cousin, which took place not long after the Death of the latter. BUT, hark! what jocund bell is heard? Of Stella's Beauty won the day; "Poor Flavia!" then was Love's complaint, Thy cheek in vain the roses paint; For they must wither in their bloom- But Stella, waken'd from the tomb, PEACE. FROM CASAREGI. IN the centre of the rays, Is the destin'd wreath of strife, Yet for this, will sword and spear, Listed in the ranks appear; And for this have legions trod, On the Altar of their God! TIME. YE appetites of Youth, I thank you now! A little space the wings of Time disclose, TIME. THE SAINT. As the Catholics tell me their Saint they can chuse, I've determin'd on mine, and 'tis known to the Muse; 'Tis on him, that with soft admonition corrects, The afflicted consoles, and the helpless protects; 'Tis on him that in age has the vigour of youth, And, by Patience caress'd, is the Parent of Truth ; If the name is not shadow'd enough in the rhyme, Keep the secret,my heart!-in a whisper-"tisTIME." ZEAL IN FRIENDSHIP. 'Tis a King's-a Hero's part; Zeal that's prudent and correct, Pity that by fear is check'd; Though usurping Friendship's name |