in the Acis and Galatea of Ovid. The Roman poet understands the use of contrast better, and upon that figure, artfully managed, all strength in the pathetic depends.",,It is remarkable," cried Mr. Burchell, ,,that both the poets you mention have equally contributed to introduce a false taste into their respective countries, by loading all their lines with epithets. Men of little genius found them most easily imitated in their defects; and English poetry, like that in the latter empire of Rome, is nothing at present but a combination of luxuriant images, without plot or connexion; a string of epithets that improve the sound without carrying on the sense. But perhaps, Madam, while I thus reprehend others, you'll think it just that I should give them an opportunity to retaliate; and indeed I have made this.. remark only to have an opportunity of introducing to the company a ballad, which, whatever be its other defects, is, I think, at least free from those I have mentioned."

gbo, Forchere forlorn and lost I tread, ,,With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds immeasurably spread and, Seem lengthening as I go."

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And though my portion is but scant,
,,I give it with good will.

Then turn to night, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;

,,My rushy couch, and frugal fare,

,,My blessing and repose."

,,No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn;

,,Taught by that power that pities me, ,,I learn to pity them.

,,But from the mountain's grassy side, ,,A guiltless feast I bring;

,,A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,‹ ,,And water from the spring.

,,Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;
,,All earth-born cares are wrong:
,,Man wants but little here below,
,,Nor wants that little long."

Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,
His gentle accents fell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,
And follows to the cell.

Far in a wilderness obscure

The lonely mansion lay;/
A refuge to the neighbouring poor,
And strangers led astray.

No stores beneath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care:
The wicket, opening with a latch,
Received the harmless pair.

And now when busy crowds retire,
To take their evening rest,
The hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his pensive guest.

And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly prest and smil'd;

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And skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling ring hours beguil'd.
Around in sympathetic mirth,,

Its tricks the kitten tries;
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,
The crackling faggot flies."

But nothing could a charm impart -
To soothe the stranger's woe';.
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.

His rising cares the hermit spy'd,
With answering care opprest:

,,And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd, The sorrows of thy breast?

From better habitations spurn'd, ,,Reluctant dost thou rove;

Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, „Or unregarded love?

Alas! the joys

that fortune brings

„Are trifling, and decay;

,,And those who prize the paltry things,
,,More trifling still than they.

,,And what is friendship but a name,
,,A charm that lulls to sleep;
,,A shade that follows wealth or fame
,,But leaves the wretch to weep

,,And love is still an emptier sound,
,The modern fair one's jest;

,,On earth unseen, or only found, To warm the turtle's nest.

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,,For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
,,And spurn the sex---" he said:
But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.

Surpris'd, he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view,

Like colours o'er the morning skies;
As bright, as transient too. 1.

The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarmns.

The lovely stranger stands confest, A.,
A maid, in all her charms.

„And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, „He had but only me.

To win me from his tender arms,..
Unnumbered suitors came;
Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
,,And felt or feign'd a flame.

„Each hour a mercenary crowd,

With richest proffers strove : ,,Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, ,,But never talk'd of love.

,,In humble, simplest habit clad,

,,Nor wealth nor power had he; ,Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me.

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The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of heav'n refin'd,
Could nought of purity display,
To emulate his nind

The dew, the blossom on the tree,
With charms inconstant shine;

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Their charms were his; but woe to me!
,,Their constancy was mine.

,,For still I try'd each fickle art,
,,Importunate and vain:

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,,And while his passion touch'd my heart,
,,I triumph'd in his pain.

Till quite dejected with ry scorn, tá
,,He left me to my pride,

,,And sought a solitude forlorn,

,,In secret, where he died.

„But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
And well my life shall pay;
I'll seek the solitude he sought,
,,And stretch me where he lay.
,,And there forlorn despairing hid,
,,I'll lay me down and die.
Twas so for me that Edwin did,
,,And so for him will Id

,,Forbid it, heav'n!" the hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast.
The wondring fair one turn'd to chide,
,,Twas Edwin's self that prest.

,,Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

,,My charmer, turn to see

"Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
,,Restor❜d to love and thee.

Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
„And ev'ry care resign:

,,And shall we never never part,

,,My life---my all that's mine!

„No, never from this hour to part,
We'll live and love so true;

The sigh that rends thy constant heart,

,,Shall break thy Edwin's too."

While this ballad was reading, Sophia seemed to mix an air of tenderness with her approbation. But