And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily press'd and smil'd; And, skill'd in legendary lore,

The lingering hours beguild.
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 spied,

With answering care opprest:
And, 'Whence, unhappy youth,' he cried,

• 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,

And 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. *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.
The bashful look, the rising breast,

Alternate spread alarms :
The lovely stranger stands confest

A maid in all her charms.
And, 'Ah, forgive a stranger rude,

A wretch forlorn,' she cried;
· Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

Where heaven and you reside. • 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 beside the Tyne,

A wealthy lord was he;
And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,

He had but only me.

• To win me from his tender arms,

Unnumber'd 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,

No wealth or power had he; Wisdom and worth were all he had,

But these were all to me. * The blossom opening to the day,

The dews of heav'n refin'd, Could nought of purity display,

To emulate his mind. · The dew, the blossoms of the tree,

With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but, woe to me,

Their constancy was mine. For still I tried each fickle art,

Importunate and vain; And, while his passion touch'd my heart,

I triumph'd in his pain. • Till, quite dejected with my scorn,

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 I.' • Forbid it, Heaven!' the Hermit cried,

And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turned to chide ;

'Twas Edwin's self that prest! · Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

My charmer, turn to see
Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,

Restored to love and thee.
• Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

And every 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 DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.

A TALE.

SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Jack Bookworm led a college life ;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.

Such pleasures, unallay'd with care,
Could any accident impair ?
Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix
Our swain arriv'd at thirty-six ?
O had the archer ne'er come down
To ravage in a country town,
Or Flavia been content to stop
At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop!
O had her eyes forgot to blaze,
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze !
0!-But let exclamation cease,
Her presence banish'd all his peace :
So, with decorum all things carried,
Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was
married.