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VI. flow fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compar'd with the speed of its flight The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there; But, alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
The beast is laid down in his lair ;
And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought' Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
Of an adjudged Case, not to be fourd in any ny
I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of
learning, While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So fam'd for his talent in nicely discerning.
III. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly
find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
IV. Then holding the spectacles up to the court, Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle
REPORT OF A LAW CASE.
As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
V. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose, ('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be
again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear specta
cles then ?
VI. On the whole it appears, and my argumen:
shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the
Nose And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
VII. I hen shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how,)
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes : But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally
VIII. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without one if or but That, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By day-light or candle-light-Eyes should be
Addressed to Miss Stapleton, now Nirs. Courlney
She came-she is gone-we have met
And meet perhaps never again, The sun of that moment is set,
And seems to have risen in vain. Catharina has fled like a drean
(So vanishes pleasure, alas !) But has left a regret and esteem,
That will not so suddenly pass.
The last ev'ning ramble we made,
Catharina, Maria, and I,
By the nightingale warbling nigh.
And much she was charm'd with a tone Less sweet to Maria and me,
Who so lately had witness'd her own.
My numbers that day she had sung,
And gave them a grace so divine,
The longer I heard, I esteem'd
The work of my fancy the more, And e'en to myself never seem'd
So tuneful a poet before. Though the pleasures of London exceed
In number the days of the year, Catharina, did nothing impede,
Would feel herself happier here ; For the close-woven arches of limes
On the banks of our river, I know, Are sweeter to her many times
Than aught that the city can show
So it is, when the mind is endu'd
With a well-judging taste from above Then whether embellish'd or rude
Tis nature alone that we love ;
May even our wonder excite,
A lasting, a sacred delight.
Since, then, in the rural recess
Catharina alone can rejoice, May it still be her lot to possess
The scene of her sensible choice! To inhabit a mansion remote
From the clatter of street-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual nole
To measure the life that she leads.