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“ 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 I.”

" Forbid it, Heaven !” the Hermit cry'd,

And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering 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."

THE THREE WARNINGS.

A TALE.

BY MRS. PIOZZI.

The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
'Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,

That love of life increas’d with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,

The greatest love of life appears.

This great affection to believe,
Which all confess, but few perceive,
If old assertions can't prevail,
Be pleas'd to hear a modern tale.

When sports went round, and all were gay,
On neighbour Dobson's wedding day,
Death call'd aside the jocund groom
With him into another room,
And looking grave, “ You must,” says he,
“Quit your sweet bride, and come with me."
“ With you! and quit my Susan's side!
With you!" the hapless husband cry'd:

Young as I am! 'tis monstrous hard!
Besides, in truth, I'm not prepar'd:
My thoughts on other matters go,
This is my wedding night, you know."

What more he urg'd I have not heard, His reasons could not well be stronger;

So Death the poor delinquent spar'd,
And left to live a little longer.
Yet calling up a serious look,
His hour-glass trembled while he spoke,
“ Neighbour," he said, " farewell: no more
Shall Death disturb your mirthful hour;
And further to avoid all blame
Of cruelty upon my name,
To give you time for preparation,
And fit you for your future station,
Three several Warnings shall you have,
Before you're summon’d to the grave:
Willing for once I'll quit my prey,

And grant a kind reprieve:
In hopes you'll have no more to say,
But when I call again this way,

Well pleas'd the world will leave.”
To these conditions both consented,
And parted perfectly contented.

What vext the hero of our tale befel,
How long he liv’d, how wise, how well,
How roundly he pursu'd his course,
And smok'd his pipe, and strok’d his horse,

The willing Muse shall tell:
He chaffer'd then, he bought, he sold,
Nor once perceiv'd his growing old,

Nor thought of Death as near;
His friends not false, his wife no shrew,
Many his gains, his children few,

He pass’d his hours in peace :
But while he view'd his wealth increase,
While thus along Life's dusty road
The beaten track content he trod,
Old Time, whose haste no mortal spares,
Uncallid, unheeded, unawares,

Brought on his eightieth year.

And now one night in musing mood,
As all alone he sat,
Th’ unwelcome messenger of Fate

Once more before him stood.

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Half killed with anger and surprise,
So soon return’d !” old Dobson cries.
“So soon, d'ye call it !” Death replies:

Surely, iny friend, you're but in jest ;

Since I was here before, 'Tis six-and-thirty years at least,

And you are now foursore." “ So much the worse," the clown rejoind; To spare the aged would be kind : However, see your search be legal; And your authority-is't regal? Else you are come on a fool's errand, With but a secretary's warrant.

Besides you promis'd me Three Warnings,
Which I have look'd for nights and mornings:
But for that loss of time and ease,
I can recover damages."

“ I know," cries Death, “ that at the best,
I seldom am a welcome guest :
But don't be captious, friend, at least :
I little thought you'd still be able
To stump about your farm and stable;
Your years have run to a great length,
I wish you joy, though, of your strength.”

“ Hold,” says the farmer, " not so fast, I have been lame this four years past."

“And no great wonder," Death replies ; • However, you still keep your eyes; And sure, to see one's loves and friends, For legs and arms would make amends."

“ Perhaps,” says Dobson,“ so it might, But latterly I've lost my sight.”

“ This is a shocking story, 'faith ;
Yet there's some comfort still,” says Death:
Each strives your sadness to amuse,
I warrant you hear all the news.”

“There's uone," cries he ; " and if there were, I'm grown so deaf, I could not hear." “ Nay then," the spectre stern rejoin'd,

“ These are unjustifiable yearnings; If you are Lame, and Deaf, and Blind,

You've had your Three sufficient Warnings.

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