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He found his thoughts despised, his rules trans- | And when the spirits of her lord were low, gress'd,

The lass presumed the wicked cause to show: And while the anger kindled in his breast, (press'd: “ It was the wretched life his honour led, The pain must be endured that could not be ex. And would draw vengeance on his guilty head; Each new idea more inflamed his ire,

Their loves (Heaven knew how dreadfully disAs fuel thrown upon a rising fire :

tress'd A hearer yet, he sought by threatening sign The thought had made her!) were as yet unbless'd : To ease his heart, and awe the young divine ; And till the church had sanction’d”-Here she saw But James refused those angry looks to meet, The wrath that forced her trembling to withdraw. Till he dismiss'd his flock, and left his seat: Add to these outward ills, some inward light, Exhausted then he felt his trembling frame, That show'd him all was not correct and right: But fix'd his soul-his sentiments the same ; Though now he less indulged--and to the poor, and therefore wise it seem'd to fly from rage, From day to day, sent alms from door to door; And seek for shelter in his parsonage:

Though he some ease from easy virtues found, There, if forsaken, yet consoled to find

Yet conscience told him he could not compound; Some comforts left, though not a few resign'd ; But must himself the darling sin deny, There, if he lost an erring parent's love,

Change the whole heart; but here a heavy sigh An honest conscience must the cause approve; Proclaim'd, “ How vast the toil! and ah! how If the nice palate were no longer fed,

weak am I!"
The mind enjoy'd delicious thoughts instead; James too has tronble-he divided sees
And if some part of earthly good was flown, A parish, once harmonious and at ease:
Still was the tithe of ten good farms his own. With him united are the simply meek,

Fear now, and discord, in the village reign, The warm, the sad, the nervous, and the weak;
The cool remonstrate, and the meek complain; The rest his uncle's, save the few beside
But there is war within, and wisdom pleads in vain : Who own no doctrine, and obey no guide ;
Now dreads the uncle, and proclaims his dread, With stragglers of each adverse camp, who lend
Lest the boy.priest should turn each rustic head ; Their aid to both, but each in turn offend.
The certain converts cost him certain wo,

Though zealous still, yet he begins to feel The doubtful fear lest they should join the foe: The heat too fierce, that glows in vulgar zeal; Jatrons of old, with whom he used to joke, With pain he hears his simple friends relate Now pass his honour with a pious look ;

Their week's experience, and their woful state : Lasses, who met him once with lively airs, With small temptation struggling every hour, Now cross his way, and gravely walk to prayers : And bravely batiling with the tempting power; An old companion, whom he long has loved, His native sense is hurt by strange complaints By coward fears confess'd his conscience moved ; Of inward motions in these warring saints ; As the third bottle gave its spirit forth,

Who never cast on sinful bait a look
And they bore witness to departed worth, But they perceive the devil at the hook :
The friend arose, and he too would depart:- Grieved, yet compellid to smile, he finds it bard
• Man," said the 'squire, “ thou wert not wont to Against the blunders of conceit to guard ;
Hast thou attended to that foolish boy, [start; He sighs to hear the jests his converts cause,
Who would abridge all comforts, or destroy ?” He cannot give their erring zeal applause ;

Yes, he had listen'd, who had slumber'd long, But finds it inconsistent to condemn
And was convinced that something must be wrong: The flights and follies he has nursed in them :
But, though affected, still his yielding heart, These, in opposing minds, contempt produce,
And craving palate, took the uncle's part ; Or mirth occasion, or provoke abuse :
Wine now oppress'd him, who, when free from On each momentous theme disgrace they bring,

And give to Scorn her poison and her sting.
Could seldom clearly utter his design;
But though by nature and indulgence weak,
Yet, half converted, he resolved to speak;
And, speaking, own'd, “ that in his mind the youth

Had gifts and learning, and that truth was truth :
The 'equire he honour'd, and, for his poor part,

He hated nothing like a hollow heart:

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,

To follow still the changes of the moon, That right was right, and there he would abide ;

With fresh suspicion? He honour'd learning, and he would confess

Othello, act iii. sc. 3. The preacher had his talents--more or less : Why not agree? he thought the young divine

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, Had no such strictness—they might drink and dine;

And given my treasure and my rights in thee

To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy For them sufficient-but he said before,

Henry IV. Part I. act ii. sc. 3. That truth was truth, and he would drink no more.”

It is excellent This heard the 'squire with mix'd contempt and

To have a giant's strength, but tyrannous pain;

To use it as a giant. He feard the priest this recreant sot would gain.

Measure for Measure, act ii. sc. 2. The favourite nymph, though not a convert made, Conceived the man she scorn'd her cause would Anna was young and lovely—in her eye aid;

The glance of beauty, in her cheek the dye ;

Her shape was slender, and her features small, Yet if some cause his earnest wish denied,
But graceful, easy, unaffected all :

He begg’d to know it, and he bow'd and sigh'd.
The liveliest tints her youthful face disclosed; The lady own'd that she was loath to part,
There beauty sparkled, and there health reposed; But praised the damsel for her gentle heart,
For the pure blood that flush'd that rosy cheek Her pleasing person, and her blooming health,
Spoke what the heart forbade the tongue to speak; But ended thus, “ Her virtue is her wealth.”
And told the feelings of that heart as well,

“ Then is she rich !" he cried, with lively air; Nay, with more candour than the tongue could • But whence, so please you, came a lass so fair ?" tell :

“A placeman's child was Anna, one who died Though this fair lass had with the wealthy dwelt, And left a widow by afflictions tried ; Yet like the damsel of the cot she felt;

She to support her infant daughter strove, And, at the distant hint or dark surmise,

But early left the object of her love; The blood into the mantling cheek would rise. Her youth, her beauty, and her orphan state,

Now Anna's station frequent terrors wrought Gave a kind countess interest in her fate ; In one whose looks were with such meaning With her she dwelt, and still might dwelling be, fraught;

When the earl's folly caused the lass to flee ; For on a lady, as an humble friend,

A second friend was she compell'd to shun, It was her painful office to attend.

By the rude offers of an uncheck'd son ; Her duties here were of the usual kind,

I found her then, and with a mother's love And some the body harass’d, some the mind : Regard the gentle girl whom you approve ; Billets she wrote, and tender stories read,

Yet, e'en with me protection is not peace, To make the lady sleepy in her bed ;

Nor man's designs, nor beauty's trial, cease; She play'd at whist, but with inferior skill, Like sordid boys by costly fruit they feel, And heard the summons as a call to drill; They will not purchase, but they try to steal.” Music was ever pleasant till she play'd

Now this good lady, like a witness true, At a request that no request convey'd ;

Told but the truth, and all the truth she knew; The lady's tales with anxious looks she heard, And 'tis our duty and our pain to show For she must witness what her friend averr'd : Truth this good lady had not means to know. The lady's taste she must in all approve,

Yes, there was lock'd within the damsel's breast Hate whom she hated, whom she loved must love ; A fact important to be now confess'd; These, with the various duties of her place, Gently, my muse, th' afflicting tale relate, With care she studied, and perform’d with grace; And have some feeling for a sister's fate. She veil'd her troubles in a mask of ease,

Where Anna dwelt, a conquering hero came, And show'd her pleasure was a power to please. An Irish captain, Sedley was his name ;

Such were the damsel's duties ; she was poor And he too had that same prevailing att, Above a servant, but with service more :

That gave soft wishes to the virgin's heart: Men on her face with careless freedom gazed, In years they differ'd ; he had thirty seen Nor thought how painful was the glow they raised; When this young beauty counted just fifteen ; A wealthy few to gain her favour tried,

But still they were a lovely, lively pair, . But not the favour of a grateful bride :

And trod on earth as if they trod on air.
They spoke their purpose with an easy air, On love, delightful theme! the captain dwelt,
That shamed and frighten'd the dependent fair; With force still growing with the hopes he felt;
Past time she view'd, the passing time to cheat, But with some caution and reluctance told,
But nothing found to make the present sweet, He had a father, crafty, harsh, and old ;
With pensive soul she read lise's future page, Who, as possessing much, would much expect,
And saw dependent, poor, repining age.

Or hoth, for ever, from his love reject :
But who shall dare t'assert what years may bring, Why then offence to one so powerful give,
When wonders from the passing hour may spring ?- Who (for their comfort) had not long to live ?
There dwelt a yeoman in the place, whose mind With this poor prospect the deluded maid,
Was gentle, generous, cultivated, kind ;

In words confiding, was indeed betray'd ;
For thirty years he labour'd ; fortune then And, soon as terrors in her bosom rose,
Placed the mild rustic with superior men

The hero fled ; they hinder'd his repose. A richer Stafford who had lived to save,

Deprived of him, she to a parent's breast What he had treasured to the poorer gave ;

Her secrets trusted, and her pains express'd; Who with a sober mind that treasure view'd, Let her to town (80 prudence urged) repair, And the slight studies of his youth renew'd : To shun disgrace, at least to hide it there ; He not profoundly, but discreetly read,

But ere she went, the luckless damsel pray'd And a fair mind with useful culture fed,

A chosen friend might lend her timely aid : Then thonght of marriage; “But the great,” said he, “ Yes ; my soul's sister, my Eliza, come, “ I shall not suit, nor will the meaner me.” Hear her last sigh, and ease thy Anna's doom." Anna he saw, admired her modest air,

"Tis a fool's wish," the angry father cried, He thought her virtuous, and he knew her fair; But, lost in troubles of his own, complied : Love raised his pity for her humble state,

And dear Eliza to her friend was sent, And prompted wishes for her happier fate ; T' indulge that wish, and be her punishment : No pride in money would his feelings wound, The time arrived, and brought a tenfold dread; Nor vulgar manners hurt him and confound : The time was past, and all the terror fled ; He then the lady at the hall address'd,

The infant died; the face resumed each charm, Sought her consent, and his regard express'd ; And reason now brought trouble and alarm :

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Should her Eliza—no! she was too just, “I must,” she judged, “ these cruel lines expose, Too good and kind—but ah! too young to trust.” Or fears, or worse than fears, my crime disclose.” Anna return’d, her former place resumed,

The letter shown, he said, with sober smile, And faded beauty with new grace rebloom'd; Anna, your friend has not a friendly style : And if some whispers of the past were heard, Say, where could you with this fair lady dwell, "They died innoxious, as no cause appear'd; Who boasts of secrets that she scorns to tell ?" But other cares on Anna's bosom press’d,

“At school," she answer'd: he “At school!" replied ; She saw her father gloomy and distress'd ;

Nay, then I know the secrets you would hide : He died o’erwhelm'd with debt, and soon was Some longings these, without dispute, shed

Some youthful gaspings for forbidden fruit : The filial sorrow o'er a mother dead :

Why so disorder'd, love? are such the crimes She sought Eliza's arms, that faithful friend was That give us sorrow in our graver times ? wed;

Come, take a present for your friend, and rest Then was compassion by the countess shown, In perfect peace-you find you are confess’d.” And all th' adventures of her life are known. This cloud, though past, alarm'd the conscious And now beyond her hopes-no longer tried

wife, By slavish aweshe lived a yeoman's bride; Presaging gloom and sorrow for her life ; Then bless'd her lot, and with a grateful mind Who to her answer join'd a fervent prayer, Was careful, cheerful, vigilant, and kind ; That her Eliza would a sister spare : The gentle husband felt supreme delight, If she again—but was there cause ?-should send, Bless'd by her joy, and happy in her sight ;, Let her direct-and then she named a friend : He saw with pride in every friend and guest A sad expedient uniried friends to trust, High admiration and regard express'd :

And still to fear the tried may be unjust : With greater pride, and with superior joy, Such is his pain, who, by his debt oppress’d, He look'd exulting on his first-born boy ;

Seeks by new bonds a temporary rest. To her fond breast the wife her infant strain'd, Few were her peaceful days till Anna read Some feelings utter'd, some were not explain’d; The words she dreaded, and had cause to dread :And she enraptured with her treasure grew,

“ Did she believe, did she, unkind, suppose The sight familiar, but the pleasure new.

That thus Eliza's friendship was to close ? Yet there appear'd within that tranquil state No! though she tried, and her desire was plain, Some threatening prospect of uncertain fate; To break the friendly bond, she strove in vain : Between the married when a secret lies,

Ask'd she for silence? why so loud the call,
It wakes suspicion from enforced disguise : And yet the token of her love so small ?
Still thought the wife upon her absent friend, By means like these will you attempt to bind
With all that must upon her truth depend; And check the movements of an injured mind ?
* There is no being in the world beside,

Poor as I am, I shall be proud to show
Who can discover what that friend will hide ; What dangerous secrets I may safely know :
Who knew the fact, knew not my name or state, Secrets to men of jealous minds convey'd,
Who these can tell cannot the fact relate; Have many a noble house in ruins laid :
Bat thou, Eliza, canst the whole impart,

Anna, I trust, although with wrongs beset,
And all my safety is thy generous heart.” And urged by want, I shall be faithful yet;
Mix'd with these fears—but light and transient But what temptation may from these arise,

To take a slighted woman by surprise, Fled years of peace, prosperity, and ease : Becomes a subject for your serious careSo tranquil all, that scarce a gloomy day

For who offends, must for offence prepare." For days of gloom unmix'd prepared the way; Perplex'd, dismay'd, the wife foresaw her dooin ; One eve, the wife, still happy in her state, A day deferr'd was yet a day to come; Sang gayly, thoughtless of approaching fate: But still, though painful her suspended state, Then came a letter, that (received in dread, She dreaded more the crisis of her fate ; Not unobserved) she in confusion read ;

Better to die than Stafford's scorn to meet, The substance this ; “ Her friend rejoiced to find And her strange friend perhaps would be discreet : That she had riches with a grateful mind; Presents she sent, and made a strong appeal While poor Eliza had from place to place To woman's feelings, begging her to feel ; Been lured by hope to labour for disgrace ; With too much force she wrote of jealous men, That every scheme her wandering husband tried, And her tears falling spoke beyond the pen ; Pain'd while he lived, and perish'd when he died.” Eliza's silence she again implored, She then of want in angry style complain'd, And promised all that prudence could afford. Her child a burden to her life remain'd,

For looks composed and careless Anna tried ; Her kindred shunn'd her prayers, no friend her She seem'd in trouble, and unconscious sigh'd : soul sustain'd.

The faithful husband, who devoutly loved " Yet why neglected ? Dearest Anna knew His silent partner, with concern reproved : Her worth once tried, her friendship ever true ; • What secret sorrows on my Anna press, She hoped, she trusted, though by wants oppress’d, That love may not partake, nor care redress ?" To lock the treasured secret in her breast; “ None, none,” she answer'd, with a look so Yet, vex'd by trouble, must apply to one,

kind, For kindness due to her for kindness done." That the fond man determined to be blind. In Anna's mind was tumult, in her face

A few succeeding weeks of brief repose, Flushings of dread had momentary place: In Anna's cheek revived the faded rose ;


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A hue like this the western sky displays,

Not long they lasted—this determined foe That glows a while, and withers as we gaze.

Knew all her claims, and nothing would forego; Again the friend's tormenting letter came- Again her letter came, where Anna read, “ The wants' she suffer'd were affection's shame ; My child, one cause of my distress, is dead : She with her child a life of terrors led,

Heaven has my infant.”—“Heartless wretch!" she Unhappy fruit! but of a lawful bed :

cried, Her friend was tasting every bliss in life, “ Is this thy joy ?"_“I am no longer tied : The joyful mother, and the wealthy wife ; Now will I, hastening to my friend, partake While she was placed in doubt, in fear, in want, Her cares and comforts, and no more forsake; To starve on trifles that the happy grant;

Now shall we both in equal station move, Poorly for all her faithful silence paid,

Save that my friend enjoys a husband's love." And tantalized by ineffectual aid :

Complaint and threats so strong the wife amazed, She could not thus a beggar's lot endure ; Who wildly on her cottage neighbour gazed ; She wanted something permanent and sure : Her tones, her trembling, first betray'd her grief; If they were friends, then equal be their lot, When floods of tears gave anguish its relief. And she was free to speak if they were not.' She fear'd that Stafford would refuse assent,

Despair and terror seized the wife, to find And knew her selfish friend would not relent; The artful workings of a vulgar mind;

She must petition, yet delay'd the task, Money she had not, but the hint of dress

Ashamed, afraid, and yet compellid to ask; Taught her new bribes, new terrors to redress : Unknown to him some object fill'd her mind, She with such feeling then described her woes, And, once suspicious, he became unkind : That envy's self might on the view repose ; They sale one evening, each absorb'd in gloom, Then to a mother's pains she made appeal, When, hark! a noise, and, rushing to the room, And painted grief like one compellid to feel. The friend tripp'd lightly in, and laughing said, “I Yes! so she felt, that in her air, her face,

come." In every purpose, and in every place ;

Anna received her with an anxious mind, In her slow motion, in her languid mien,

And meeting whisper'd, “ Is Eliza kind ?"
The grief, the sickness of her soul were seen. Reserved and cool, the husband sought to prove

Of some mysterious ill the husband sure, The depth and force of this mysterious love.
Desired 10 trace it, for he hoped to cure ; To naught that pass'd between the stranger friend
Something he knew obscurely, and had seen And his meek partner seem'd he to attend ;
His wife attend a cottage on the green ;

But, anxious, listen'd to the lightest word
Love, loath to wound, endured conjecture long, That might some knowledge of his guest afford;
Till fear would speak, and spoke in language and learn the reason one to him so dear

Should feel such fondness, yet betray such fear. "All I must know, my Anna-truly know Soon he perceived this uninvited guest, Whence these emotions, terrors, troubles flow; Unwelcome too, a sovereign power possess'd ; Give me thy grief, and I will fairly prove Lofty she was and careless, while the meek Mine is no selfish, no ungenerons love."

And humbled Anna was afraid to speak : Now Anna's soul the seat of strife became, As mute she listen'd with a painful smile, Fear with respect contended, love with shame; Her friend sate laughing and at ease the while, But fear prevailing was the ruling guide, Telling her idle tales with all the glee Prescribing what to show and what to hide. Of careless and unfeeling levity.

" It is my friend," she said—“ But why disclose With calm good sense he knew his wife endued, A woman's weakness struggling with her woes ? And now with wounded pride her conduct view'd; Yes, she has grieved me by her fond complaints, Her speech was low, her every look convey'd-The wrongs she suffers, the distress she paints : “ I am a slave subservient and afraid." Something we do—but she afflicts me still, All trace of comfort vanish'd if she spoke, And says, with power to help, I want the will ; The noisy friend upon her purpose broke ; This plaintive style I pity and excuse,

To her remarks with insolence replied, TIelp when I can, and grieve when I refuse ; And her assertions doubted or denied ; But here my useless sorrows I resign,

While the meek Anna like an infant shook, And will be happy in a love like thine.

Wo-struck and trembling at the serpent's look. The husband doubted ; he was kind but cool :- “ There is,” said Stafford, “yes, there is a cause “ 'Tis a strong friendship to arise at school ; This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes." Once more then, love, once more the sufferer Six weeks had pass'd—“In truth, my love, this aid,

friend I too can pity, but I must upbraid ;

Has liberal notions; what does she intend? Of these vain feelings then thy bosom free, Without a hint she came, and will she stay Nor be o'erwhelm'd by useless sympathy." Till she receives the hint to go away ?"

The wife again despatch'd the useless bribe, Confused the wife replied, in spite of truth. Again essay'd her terrors to describe ;

“ I love the dear companion of my yonth." Again with kindest words entreated peace, " "Tis well,” said Stafford;" then your loves renew; And begg'd her offerings for a time might cease. Trust me, your rivals, Anna, will be few." A calm succeeded, but too like the one

Though playful this, she felt too much distress'd That causes terror ere the storm comes on: T'admit the consolation of a jest ; A secret sorrow lived in Anna's heart,

Il she reposed, and in her dreams would sigh, In Stafford's mind a secret fear of art;

And, murmuring forth her anguish, beg to die;

Wish sunken eye, slow pace, and pallid cheek, History or tale—all heard him with delight,
She look'd confusion, and she fear’d to speak. And thus was pass'd this memorable night.

All this the friend beheld, for, quick of sight, The listening friend bestow'd a flattering smile;
She knew the husband eager for her fight; A sleeping boy the mother held the while ;
And that by force alone she could retain

And ere she fondly bore him to his bed,
The lasting comforts she had hope to gain : On his fair face the tear of anguish shed.
She now perceived, to win her post for life, And now his task resumed, “My tale," said he,
She must infuse fresh terrors in the wife;

" Is short and sad, short may our sadness be !" Mast bid to friendship’s feebler ties adieu,

The Caliph Harun,* as historians tell,
And boldly claim the object in her view : Ruled, for a tyrant, admirably well ;
She saw the husband's love, and knew the power Where his own pleasures were not louch’d, to men
Her friend might use in some propitious hour. He was humane, and sometimes even then ;

Meantime the anxious wife, from pure distress Harun was fond of fruits, and gardens fair,
Assuming courage, said, “I will consess ;" And wo to all whom he found poaching there!
Bat with her children felt a parent's pride, Among his pages was a lively boy,
And sought once more the hated truth to hide. Eager in search of every trifling joy ;

Offended, grieved, impatient, Stafford bore His feelings vivid, and his fancy strong,
The odious change till he could bear no more ; He sigh'd for pleasure while he shrank from wrong ;
A friend to truth, in speech and action plain, When by the caliph in the garden placed
He held all fraud and cunning in disdain ; He saw the treasures which he long'd to taste;
But, fraud to find, and falsehood to detect,

And oft alone he ventured to behold
For once he fled to measures indirect.

Rich hanging fruits with rind of glowing gold; One day the friends were seated in that room Too long he stayed forbidden bliss to view, The guest with care adorn'd, and named her home : His virtue failing, as his longings grew; To please the eye, there curious prints were Athirst and wearied with the noontide heat, placed,

Fate to the garden led his luckless feet ; And some light volumes to amuse the taste; With eager eyes and open mouth he stood, Letters and music, on a table laid,

Smelt the sweet breath, and touch'd the fragrant The favourite studies of the fair betray'd ;

food ; Beneath the window was the toilet spread, The tempting beauty sparkling in the sun And the fire gleam'd upon a crimson bed.

Charm'd his young sense—he ate, and was undone : In Anna's looks and falling tears were seen When the fond glutton paused, his eyes around How interesting had their subjects been:

He turn'd, and eyes upon him turning found; "O! then, “ resumed the friend, “ I plainly find Pleased he beheld the spy, a brother page, That you

and Stafford know each other's mind; A friend allied in office and in age ;
I must depart, must on the world be thrown, Who promised much that secret he would be,
Like one discarded, worthless, and unknown; But high the price he fix'd on secrecy.
But shall I carry, and to please a foe,

"• Were you suspected, my unhappy friend, A painful secret in my bosom? No!

Began the boy, ` where would your sorrows end? Think not your friend a reptile you may tread In all the palace there is not a page Beneath your feet, and say, the worm is dead; The caliph would not torture in his rage : I have some feeling, and will not be made

I think I see thee now impaled alive, The scorn of her whom love cannot persuade : Writhing in pangs—but come, my friend! revive ; Would not your word, your slightest wish, effect Had some beheld you, all your purse contains All that I hope, petition, or expect?

Could not have saved you from terrific paius; The power you have, but you the use decline- I scorn such meanness ; and, if not in debt, Proof that you feel not, or you fear not mine. Would not an asper on your folly set.' There was a time, when I, a tender maid,

“The hint was strong ; young Osmyn search'd Flew at a call, and your desires obey'd ;

his store A very mother to the child became,

For bribes, and found he soon could bribe no more ; Consoled your sorrow, and conceal'd your shame; That time arrived, for Osmyn's stock was small, But now, grown rich and happy, from the door And the young tyrant now possess'd it all ; You thrust a bosom friend, despised and poor ; The cruel youth, with his companions near, That child alive, its mother might have known Gave the broad hint that raised the sudden fear; The hard ungrateful spirit she has shown.” Th' ungenerous insult now was daily shown, Here paused the guest, and Anna cried at And Osmyn's peace and honest pride were flown ; length

Then came augmenting woes, and fancy strong. " You try me, cruel friend! beyond my strength ; Drew forms of suffering, a tormenting throng ; Would I had been beside my infant laid,

He felt degraded, and the struggling mind Where none would vex me, threaten, or upbraid.” Dared not be free, and could not be resign'd ;

In Anna's looks the friend beheld despair ; And all his pains and fervent prayers obtain'd Her speech she soften'd, and composed her air; Was truce from insult, while the fears remain'd. Yet

, while professing love, she answered still"You can befriend me, but you want the will." They parted thus, and Anna went her way, • The sovereign here meant is the Haroun Alraschid, To shed her secret sorrows, and to pray.

or Harun al Rashid, who died early in tbe ninth century ; Stafford, amused with books, and fond of home, he is often the hearer, and sometimes the hero, of a tale By reading oft dispell’d the evening gloom ; in the Arabian Nights' Entertaininents.

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