Found his head fill'd with many a system: But claffic authors,-he ne'er miss'd'em. Thus having furbish'd up a parfon,
Dame Baucis next they play'd their farce on. Inftead of home-fpun coifs, were feen Good pinners edg'd with colberteen ; Her petticoat, transform'd a-pace, Became black fattin flounc'd with lace. Plain goody would no longer down; 'Twas madam, in her grogram gown. Philemon was in great furprize, And hardly could believe his eyes, Amaz'd to fee her look fo prim; And fhe admir'd as much at him.
Thus happy in their change of life Were fev'ral years this man and wife ; When on a day which prov'd their last, Difcourfing o'er old ftories paft,
They went by chance amidst their talk To the church-yard to take a walk; When Baucis hastily cry'd out,
My dear, I fee your forehead sprout! Sprout! quoth the man; what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous : But yet, methinks, I feel it true; And really yours is budding toc Nay, now I cannot fir my foot; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Defcription would but tire my mufe;
In fhort, they both were turn'd to yews. Old goodman Dobfon of the green; Remembers he the trees has feen;
He'll talk of them from noon till night, with folks to fhew the fight; On Sundays, after ev'ning pray'r, He gathers all the parish there; Points out the place of either yew; Here Baucis, there Philemon grew: Till once a parfon of our town To mend his barn cut Baucis down; At which 'tis hard to be believ'd How much the other tree was griev'd, Grew fcrubby, dy'd a-top, was stunted; So the next parfon stubb'd and burnt it.
The Story of TERIBAZUS and ARIANA.
By Mr. GLOVER.
MID the van of Perfia was a youth
Nam'd Teribazus, not for golden ftores, Nor for wide paftures, travers'd o'er with herds, With bleating thousands, or with bounding steeds, Nor yet for pow'r, nor fplendid honours fam'd. Rich was his mind in ev'ry art divine, And through the paths of science had he walk'd The votary of wisdom. In the years, When tender down invefts the ruddy cheek, He with the Magi turn'd the hallow'd page Of Zoroaftres; then his tow'ring foul High on the plumes of contemplation foar'd, And from the lofty Babylonian fane
With learn'd Chaldeans trac'd the mystic sphere; There number'd o'er the vivid fires, that gleam Upon the dusky bofom of the night.
Nor on the fands of Ganges were unheard The Indian fages from fequefter'd bow'rs, While, as attention wonder'd, they disclos'd The pow'rs of nature; whether in the woods, The fruitful glebe, or flow'r, or healing plant, The limpid waters, or the ambient air,
Or in the purer element of fire.
The fertile plains, where great Sesoftris reign'd,
Myfterious Ægypt, next the youth furvey'd From Elephantis, where impetuous Nile Precipitates his waters, to the fea,
Which far below receives the fev'nfold ftream. Thence o'er th' Ionic coaft he ftray'd, nor país'd Milétus by, which once inraptur'd heard
The tongue of Thales; nor Priene's walls, Where wisdom dwelt with Bias; nor the feat Of Pittacus along the Lesbian shore.
Here too melodious numbers charm'd his ear, Which flow'd from Orpheus, and Mufæus old, And thee, O father of immortal verse, Mæonides, whose strains through ́ ev'ry age Time with his own eternal lip shall fing. Back to his native Sufa then he turn'd His wandring fteps. His merit foon was dear To Hyperanthes generous and good.
And Ariana, from Darius fprung
With Hyperanthes, of th' imperial race, Which rul'd th' extent of Asia, in disdain
Of all her greatneis oft an humble ear
To him would bend, and liften to his voice. Her charms, her mind, her virtue he explor'd Admiring. Soon was admiration chang'd To love, nor lov'd he fooner, than despair'd. But unreveal'd and filent was his pain; Nor yet in folitary fhades he roam'd, Nor fhun'd refort: but o'er his forrows caft
A fickly dawn of gladness, and in smiles Conceal'd his anguish; while the secret flame Rag'd in his bofom, and its peace confum'd: His heart ftill brooding o'er these mournful thoughts. Can I, O wifdom, seek relief from thee,
Who doft approve my paffion? From the pow'r Of beauty only thou wouldst guard my heart. But here thyfelf art charm'd, where foftnefs, grace, And ev'ry virtue dignify defire ;
Yet thus to love dispairing is to prove The fharpeft forrow, which relentless fate Can from her ftore of woes inflict on life: But doft not thou this moment warn my foul To fly the fatal charmer? Do I pause? Back to the wife Chaldæans will I go, Or wander on the Ganges; where to heav'n With thee my elevated foul fhall tow'r, With thee the fecrets of the earth unveil. There no tumultuous paffion fhall moleft My tranquil hours, and ev'ry thought be calm. O wretched Teribazus! all confpires Against thy peace. Our mighty lord prepares To overwhelm the Grecians. Ev'ry youth Attends the war, and I, who late have pois'd With no inglorious arm the foldier's lance, And near the fide of Hyperanthes fought,
Muft join the throng. How therefore can I fly From Ariana! who with Afia's queens
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