V. Then April, with her fifter May, Shall chafe him from the bowers, And, if a tear, that fpeaks regret A glimpse of joy, that we have met, CATHARINA. ADDRESSED TO MISS STAPLETON. (NOW MRS. COURTNEY.) SHE came-fhe is gone-we have metAnd meet perhaps never again; The fun of that moment is fet, And feems to have rifen in vain. Catharina has fed like a dream→→→→ The last evening ramble we made, Our progress was often delayed By the nightingale warbling nigh. We paufed under many a tree, And much he was charmed with a tone Lefs fweet to Maria and me, Who had witneffed fo lately her own. My numbers that day fhe had fung, As only her mufical tongue Could infufe into numbers of mine.. The longer I heard, I esteemed The work of my fancy the more, And ev'n to myself never seemed So tuneful à poet before. Though the pleasures of London-exceed For the close woven arches of limes Than all that the city can fhow. So it is, when the mind is endued Since then in the rural recefs Catharina alone can rejoice, May it ftill be her lot to poffefs The scene of her fenfible choice! To inhabit a manfion remote From the clatter of ftreet-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual note To measure the life that she leads. With her book, and her voice, and her lyre, She will have juft the life the prefers, And ours will be pleasant as hers, Might we view her enjoying it here. THE MORALIZER CORRECTED. A TALE. A HERMIT (or if 'chance you hold And, ftaff in hand, fet forth to share And from the trees, that fringed his hill, Diftant a little mile he fpied A western bank's ftill funny fide, |