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Dismiss me, weary, to a safe retreat
JOSEPH HILL, Esec
DEAR Joseph-five and twenty years ago Alas, how time escapes !--'tis even foWith frequent intercourse, and always sweet, And always friendly, we were wont to cheat A tedious hour and now we never meet ! As some grave gentleman in Terence says, ('Twas therefore much the same in ancient days) Good lack, we know not what to-morrow brings Strange fluctuation of all human things ! True. Changes will befall, and friends may party But distance only cannot change the heart :
And, were I callid to prove th' assertion true,
Whence comes it, then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurr'd to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though num'rous once, reduc'd to few or none? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch? No-gold they seem'd, but they were never such.
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour-door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd Left he should trespass, begg'd to go abroad. . Go, fellow !--whither turning fhort about Nay-stay at honle-you're always going out, "Tis but a step, Sir, just at the street's end.--For what?-An please you, Sir, td fee a friend. A friend! Horatio cried, and seem'd to startce Yea marry shalt thou, and with all
heart. And fetch my cloak; for though the night be raw, I'll see him too--the first I ever faw.
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild, And was his plaything often when a child ;
But somewhat at that moment pinch'd him close,
But, not to moralize too much, and strain
Oh, happy Britain! we have not to fear