"No flocks that range the valley free
"To flaughter I condemn-
"Taught by that Power that pities me,
"I learn to pity them-

"But from the mountain's graffy fide

"A guiltless feast I bring

"A fcrip with herbs and fruit supply'd, "And water from the fpring.

"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 heaven descends,
His gentle accents fell:

The grateful stranger lowly bends,
And follows to the cell.

Far fhelter'd in a glade obfcure
The modeft mansion lay-
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor
And strangers led aftray.

No ftores beneath its humble thatch

Requir'd a master's care

The wicket opening with a latch,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.

And now, when bufy crowds retire
To take their ev'ning reft,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his penfive gueft;

And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily prest and smil'd!
And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguil'd.

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

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

His rifing cares the Hermit spy'd,

With answering care oppreft:

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

From better habitation spurn'd,
"Reluctant doft 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 ftill than they.

"And what is friendship but a name→
"A charm that lulls to fleep-
A fhade that follows wealth or fame,
"And leaves the wretch to weep?

"And love is ftill an emptier found-
"The modern fair-one's jeft;
"On earth unfeen, or only found
"To warm the turtle's nest.

"For fhame, fond youth-thy forrows hush,
"And spurn the fex," he said;
But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.

Surpris'd he fees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view-
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as tranfient too.

The bashful look, the rifing breast,
Alternate spread alarms—
The lovely stranger stands confeft
A maid in all her charms.

"And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,
"A wretch forlorn," the cry'd;
"Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
"Where heaven and you refide:

"But let a maid thy pity share,

"Whom love has taught to stray; "Who seeks for rest, but finds despair "Companion of her way.

"My father liv'd befide the Tyne,

"A wealthy lord was he;

"And all his wealth was mark'd as mine

"He had but only me.

RETALIATION.

A POEM.

[Dr. Goldfmith, and the Gentlemen characterised in this Poem, occafionally dined at the St. James's Coffeehoufe-One day it was propofed to write Epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witticifm. He was called on for RETAand at their next meeting produced this Poem. It was first printed in the year 1774, after the Author's death.]

LIATION,

OF old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united;
If our landlord (a) fupplies us with beef, and with fish,
Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish:
Our dean (6) shall be venison, just fresh from the plains;
Our Burke(c) shall be tongue, with the garnish of brains;
Our Will (d) shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour,
And Dick(e) with his pepper fhall heighten the favour;
Our Cumberland's(ƒ)sweet-bread its place shall obtain,
And Douglas (g) is pudding, fubftantial and plain;

(a) The mafter of the St. James's Coffeehouse.
(6) Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry, in Ireland.
(c) Mr. Edmund Burke.

(d) Mr. William Burke, late fecretary to General Conway. (e) Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada.

(f) Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, and other dramatic pieces.

(g) Dr. Douglas, canon of Windfor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citi

"But mine the forrow, mine the fault,

"And well my life shall pay ;
"I'll feek the folitude he fought,
"And ftretch me where he lay;

"And there forlorn, defpairing hid,
"I'll lay me down and die-
"'Twas fo for me that Edwin did,
"And fo for him will I."

"Forbid it, heaven!” the Hermit cry'd,
And clafp'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 fee

"Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here, "Reftor'd to love and thee!

"Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And every care refign:

"And fhall we never, never part? "My life—my all that's mine!

"No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love fo true

"The figh that rends thy conftant heart "Shall break thy Edwin's too."