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      AwaVd from love * s delightful dream , She heard a rustling Sound , Her flock had stray ' d too nigh the stream , And one was nearly drowned . She shriek'd , and ca ! T < i on Ruben ' s name , Her Fav ' rite lamb to save , On wings of love young Ruben came , And snatch '*! it from the -wave .

      She thanked the youth , arid softly sighM ; He led her to the grove , He press * d her hand * her eyes replied , A kiss soon seal'd their love . And now to church the village throng , In rural pomp arrayMi ( The path with flow ' rets strew'd along ) Conduct the blooming maid .

      The happy knot of Hymen tied The festive sports go round , Some join the dance , some kiss the bride , The day by Mirth 'was crown'd .

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      ON READING CHARJLOTTE RICHARDSON ' S POEMS . For the Monthly Repository . WfiAt , tho * no splendid fiction here be seen ,

      &o © ne-ey'd Cyclops , nor a Fairy Queen ; No monstrous tales of Fiends enthron * d below , Where frosts congeal , and streams of sulphur glow ; No Heathen Gods in her chaste numbers

      spring , That , strange to tell ! our Christian poets sing , Yet much good sens * is found in ev ' ry line , Genius poetic—piety divine . This little volume does a heart unfold , More worth than blazing gems in

      burnish'd gold ! Intir'd to hardships from her earliest days , Her heart * soon learnt th' afflicting hand to praise ; Troubles but serv ed to purify her mind , As precious metals are by fire refin * < L By Nature taught , in artless strains of

      woe , Her sympathetic numbers learnt to flow . Who can unmoved peruse her mournful strain f What heart will not commiserate her pain i

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      A gen rous tribute who * U refuse to pay , To her maternal , tender , grateful lay ? Altho * to lofty flights she ne ' er aspire , Her muse possesses true poetic fire . No more , proud man ! the tyrant of thy race - , Degrade the female mind , nor with

      disgrace Attempt to stamp the efforts of the fair . For mental talents equally they share ; And if ' tis rare for female parts to shine , Thou keep ' st them back—the fault is therefore thine * . Hail , Richardson ! thy name , thy fame shall live , Tho' thou raay ' st die , thy virtues shall

      s . Succeeding numbers shalP survey th f tomb , And Chariotte " s worth rehearse in years to come ; Age after age thy mem ' ry shall revere , And on thy tomb-stone drop the friendly tear * _

      Uverpcol . Thoirw Maroj . * Men having imbibed the notion * that fejnale capacity is inferior to theirV , withhold from them that education which might enable them to refute that notion *

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      THE ADIEU . ( From Smyth ' s " English Lyrics . " ) Cease , cease ! those sighs I cannot bear , Hark , hark ! the drums are calling ;

      O ! I must chide that coward tear , Yet kiss it as * tis failing . ElL&a ! bid thy soldier go , Why thus my heart-strings sever ? Ahj be not ^ hou my honour ' s foe , Or I am lost for ever .

      Trust , trust thaj Being kind above ! With mind serene and steady , He'll never bruise , believe me , love ! The heart that breaks already . He thy soul ' s inmost thoughts can share , And all its springs discover ; He'll teach thy weakness how td bear , Or give thee back thy Jover ..

      Is He—the mighty Lord of all *—Unable 1 to protect thee f Will He , who marks the sparrow-fa !!« O * erlook thee or neglect thee ? Serene yon dreadful field I see : Whatever fate betide me , Thy innocence shall shelter thee , And Vvc np wish beside thee-

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1806, page 501, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1728/page/53/