From hill to hill the rushing hoft purfu'd, And view'd his banner, or believ'd fhe view'd. Slept on her 'kerchief, cradled by her arm; While round her brows bright beams of Honour dart, - Near and more near th' intrepid Beauty prefs'd, Saw through the driving smoke his dancing crest ; Heard the exulting fhout, "They run they run!" "Great God!" the cried, "he's fafe! the battle's won !" --A ball now hiffes through the airy tides, (Some Fury wing'd it, and some Dæmon guides!) Oh, ceafe not yet to beat, thou vital urn! "Wait, gushing Life, oh wait my Love's return! "Hoarfe barks the wolf, the vulture screams from far! "The angel, Pity, fhuns the walks of war!"Oh fpare, ye war hounds, fpare their tender age !"On me, on me," fhe cried, " exhauft your rage!" Then with weak arms her weeping babes carefs'd, And fighing, hid them in her blood-stain❜d vest. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes; Eliza's name along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvafs walls; Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread, Soon -Soon hears his liftening fon the welcome founds, Why do you weep?-Mamma will foon awake." "She'll wake no more!" the hopeless mourner cried, Upturn'd his eyes, and clafp'd his hands, and figh'd ; Stretch'd on the ground awhile entranc'd he lay, And prefs'd warm kisses on the lifeless clay; And then upfprung with wild convulfive start, And all the Father kindled in his heart: "Oh, Heavens!" he cried, " my first rash vow forgive! "These bind to earth, for these I pray to live!" Round his chill babes he wrapp'd his crimson veft, Like Ifaac, with a mind applied A western bank's ftill funny fide, Juft reach'd it when the fun was set. Imagination to his view Prefents it deck'd with ev'ry hue Ere long, approach Life's evening shades, Which firft engag'd him in the chase.. But whether all the time it coft A vicious 1 My fhrubs difplac'd from that retreat, Two goldfinches, whose sprightly fong: They fang, as blithe as finches fing. Strangers to liberty, 'tis true, And Dick felt fome defires, The The open'd windows feem'd to invite But Tom was still confin'd; And Dick, although his way was clear, For, fettling on his grated roof, He chirp'd and kiss'd him, giving proof Nor would forfake his cage at last, Oh ye, who never know the joys Of Friendship, fatisfied with noise, Fandango, ball, and rout! Blush, when I tell you how a bird, CHAP. XXIII. PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED. A FABLE. SHALL not afk Jean Jacques Rousseau *, If birds confabulate or no ; 'Tis clear that they were always able To hold difcourfe, at leaft in fable; COWFER. It was one of the whimsical fpeculations of this philofopher, that all fables which ascribe reafon and fpeech to animals fhould be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of h ́s fenfes ? And |