Till all the. Dæmon makes his full descent
In one abundant show'r of Cent.

per

Cent.
Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole,
Then dubs Director, and secures his soul.

Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit,
Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit;
What late he called a Blessing, now was Wit,
And God's good Providence, a lucky Hit.
Things change their titles, as our manners turn :
His Compting-house employ'd the Sunday morn:
Seldom at church ('twas such a busy life)
But duly sent his family and wife.
There (so the Devil ordain'd) one Christmas tide
My good old lady catch'd a cold and dy'd.

A nymph of Quality admires our Knight,
He marries, bows at court, and grows polite :
Leaves the dull Cits, and joins (to please the Fair),
The well-bred cuckolds in St. Jame's air :
In Britain's Senate he a seat obtains,
And one more pensioner St. Stephen gains.
My Lady falls to play; so bad her chance,.
He must repair it ; takes a bribe from France;
The house impeach him ; Coningsby harrangues
The Court forsake him, and Sir Balaam hangs.
Wife, Son, and Daughter, Satan! are thy own
His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the Crown:
The Devil and the King divide the prize,
And sad Sir Balaam curses God and dies.

POPE.

CHAP. XV.

EDWARD AND EMMA:

FAR in the windings of a valeg.:

Fast by a sheltering wood,
The safe retreat of health and peace,

A bumble cottage stood.

There beauteous EMMA flourish'd fair

Beneath a mother's eye,
Whose only wish on earth was now

To see her blest and die..

The softest blush that nature spreads,.

Gave colour to her cheek ;
Such orient colour smiles thro' heav'n

When May's sweet mornings break,

Nor let the pride of great ones scorn

The charmers of the plain ; That sun which bids their diamond blaze,..

To deck our lily deigns.

Long had she fir'd each youth with Love,

Each maiden with despair;
And tho' by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not she was fair ;

Till Edwin came, the pride of gwains,

A soul that knew no art,
And from whose eyes serenely mild,

Shone forth the feeling heart.

A mutual flame was quickly caught,
Was quickly too revealed ;

His sister, who like envy form'd;

Like her in mischief joy'd To work them harm, with wicked skill

Each darker art employd.

The father too, a sordid man,

Who love nor pity knew, Was all unfeeling as the rock

From whence his riches grew..

Long had he seen their mutual flame,

And seen it long unmoved ; Then with a father's frown at last,

He sternly disapprov'd.

In EDWIN's gentle heart a war

Of different passions strove ;
His heart which durst not disobey,

Yet could not cease to love.

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Deny'd her sight, he oft behind

The spreading hawthorn crept, To snatch a glance, to mark the spot

Where EMMA walk'd and wept.

Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste,

Beneath the moonlight shade, In sighs to pour his soften'd soul,

The midnigbt mourner stray'd,

His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,

A deadly pale o'ercast ;
So fades the fresh rose in its prime,

Before the northern blast.

The parents now, with late remorse,

Hung o'er his dying bed, And weary'd Heaven with fruitless pray'rs

And fruitless sorrows shed.

She came, his cold hand softly touch'd,.

And bath'd with many a tear ; First fälling o'er the primrose pale

So morning dews appear.

But oh! his sister's jealous care

(A cruel sister she !)
Forbade what EMMA came to say,

My EDWIN, live for me.
Now homeward as she hopeless went,

The church-yard path along,
The blast blew

cold, the dark owl scream'd Her lover's fun'ral song.

Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her startling

fancy found
In ev'ry bush his hov'ring shade,
His

groan in ev'ry sound, Hone appall'd thus had she pass'd

The visionary vale,

When lo! the death-bell smote her ear,

Sad sounding in the gale.

Just then she reach'd with trembling steps;

Her aged mother's door:
He's gone she cried, and I must see

That angel face no more!

I feel, I feel this breaking heart

Beat high against my side :
From her white arm down sunk her head,

She shiver'd, sigh'd, and died..

MALLET..

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CHAP. XVI.

CELADON AND AMELIA.

TIS listening fear and dumb amazement all,
When to the startled tear the sudden glance
Appears fär south, eruptive thro' the cloud;
And following slower, in explosion vast,
The thunder raises his tremendous voice.-
At first heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash, a larger curve, and more.
The noise astounds: till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts, and opens still
Expansive, wrapping æther in a bláze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roarg.
Enlarging, deep'ning, mangling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and earth.

Guilt hears appallid, with deeply troubled thought : And yet not always on the guilty head