Yet the afflicting angel has been with me;
But do not tell my father, he would grieve;
Sweet, good old man-perhaps he'd weep to
hear it:

I never saw my father weep but once;
I'll tell you when it was. I did not weep;
"Twas when--but soft, my brother must not
know it.

'Twas when his poor fond daughter was refus'd. Guild. Who can bear this?

Or. I will not live to bear it. Em. (comes up to ORLANDO.) Take comfort, thou poor wretch! I'll not appear Against thee, nor shall Rivers; but blood must, Blood will appear; there's no concealing blood. What's that? my brother's ghost-it vanishes; (Catches hold of RIVERS.) Stay, take me with thee, take me to the skies; I have thee fast; thou shalt not go without me. But hold-may we not take the murd'rer with us?"

That look says-No. Why then I'll not ge with thee.

Yet hold me fast-'tis dark-I'm lost-I'm gone. (Dics.) Or. One crime makes many needful; h's day's sin Blots out a life of virtue. Good old man! My bosom bleeds for thee; thy child is dead, And I the cause. 'Tis but a poor atonement, But I can make no other. (Stabs himself.) Riv. What hast thou done? Or. Fill'd up the measure of my sins. Oh, mercy!

Eternal goodness, pardon this last guilt! Rivers, thy hand!-farewell! forgive me,

UNHAND me, gentlemen, by heaven, I say,
I'll make a ghost of him who bars my way.
[Behind the scenes.
Forth let me come-A poetaster true,
As lean as envy, and as baneful too;
On the dull audience let me vent my rage,
Or drive these female scribblers from the stage.
For scene or history, we've none but these,
The law of liberty and wit they seize ;
In tragic-comic-pastoral-they dare to please.
Each puny bard must surely burst with spite,
To find that women with such fame can write ;
But, oh, your partial favour is the cause,
Which feeds their follies with such full applause.
Yet still our tribe shall seek to blast their fame,
And ridicule each fair pretender's aim;
Where the dull duties of domestic life
Wage with the muse's toils eternal strife.

What motley cares Corilla's mind perplex,
While maids and metaphors conspire to vex!
In studious dishabille behold her sit,
A letter'd gossip, and a housewife wit;
At once invoking, though for different views,
Her gods, her cook, her milliner, and muse.
Round her strew'd room a frippery chaos lies,
A checker'd wreck of notable and wise;
Bills, books, caps, couplets, combs, a varied mass,
Oppress the toilet, and obscure the glass;
Unfinish'd here an epigram is laid,
And there a mantuamaker's bill unpaid:

There, dormant patterns pine for future gauze,
A moral essay now is all her care,

A satire next, and then a bill of fare:
A scene she now projects, and now a dish,
Here's act the first-and here-remove with
Now while this eye in a fine phrensy rolls, [fish.
That, soberly casts up a bill for coals;
Black pins and daggers in one leaf she sticks,
And tears, and thread, and balls, and thimbles
mix.

Sappho, 'tis true, long vers'd in epic song,
For years esteem'd all household studies wrong;
When dire mishap, though neither shame nor sin,
Sappho herself, and not her muse, lies in.
The virgin Nine in terror fly the bower,
And matron Juno claims despotic power;
Soon Gothic hags the classic pile o'erturn,
A caudle-cup supplants the sacred urn;
Nor books nor implements escape their rage,
They spike the inkstand, and they rend the page;
Poems and plays one barbarous fate partake,
Ovid and Plautus suffer at the stake,
And Aristotle's only sav'd-to wrap plumcake.

Yet, shall a woman tempt the tragic scene? And dare-but hold-I must repress my spleen; I see your hearts are pledg'd to her applause, While Shakspeare's spirit seems to aid her

cause;

Well pleas'd to aid-since o'er his sacred bier A female hand did ample trophies rear,

plause,

thore.

MORNING SOLILOQUY.

The following lines were written by Hannah More for her own use, in early life; but a copy having been given to a friend, the author was importuned to print it. She complied, and prefixed to the piece the following

"As early rising is very conducive to health, and to the improvement of the mind in knowledge and piety, this soliloquy is designed to promote so important an end; and is recommended more particularly to young persons, as, by contracting a habit of rising early in the days of their youth, they would be less liable to depart from such a custom as they advance in life. The last stanza is expressive of the action of rising, in order that those who repeat it may have ro excuse for not quitting their beds immediately."

SOFT slumbers now mine eyes forsake,
My powers are all renew'd;

May my freed spirit too awake,

With heavenly strength endued!

Thou silent murderer SLOTI, no more
My mind imprison'd keep;

Nor let me waste another hour
With thee, thou felon SLEEP.

Hark, O my soul, could dying men
One lavish'd hour retrieve,
Though spent in tears, and pass'd in pain,
What treasures would they give!

But seas of pearl, and mines of gold,
Were offer'd them in vain ;
Their pearl of countless price is lost,*
And where's the promis'd gain?

Lord, when thy day of dread account
For squander'd hours shall come,
Oh, let them not increase th' amount,
And swell the former sum!

* See Matthew xli. 46.

Teach me in health each good to prize,
I, dying, shall esteem;
And every pleasure to despise

I then shall worthless deem.
For all thy wondrous mercies past
My grateful voice I raise,
While thus I quit the bed of rest
Creation's Lord to praise.

ON MR. SHAPLAND,

An eminent Apothecary in Bristo!.

WOULDST thou inquire of him who sleeps be neath,

[dust,

That, crush'd at length by oft defeated death,
This tomb shall tell thee, 'tis no common
Fills the cold urn committed to its trust.
Stranger! this building fallen to decay,
Was once the dwelling of an honest mind-
A spirit cheerful as the light of day-
The soul of friendship-milk of human kind.
His art forbade th' expiring wretch to die,
Empower'd the nerveless tongue once more
to speak,

Restor'd its lustre to the sunken eye,

And spread fresh roses on the livid check

Each various duty bound on social man,

'Twas his with glowing duty to perform, As crystal pure, his stream of conduct ran, Unstain'd by folly, undisturb'd by storm. With me, then, stranger! mourn departed worth;

Steel'd is the heart that can forbear to sigh; Let deep regret call all thy sorrows forth-Live as he liv'd--and fear not then to die.*

Dr. Stonhouse had the highest esteem for Mr. Shap land, who attended his family, as well as thet of Mrs. More, even after he had left off general practice. Stonhouse, in 1789, presented to Mr. Shapland a pie of plate "as a testimony of his gratitude for the return tion of health, through the blessing of God."