AMBROSE PHILLIPS.

’ Tis but a half-hour’ s walk the Mill-Dam o’ er,

Past Punch Bowl Inn, where, by the turnpike’ s side,

The shaded pathway winding to the door,

The mansion rises in ancestral pride:—

Its shaven lawn, and blossoming orchard hoar,

And trellised vines, and hedges trim and neat,

Show plenty and refinement here abide,—

The generous gentleman’ s fair country-seat.

Now, whilst the full moon glances soft and bright

O’ er Mall and Mill-Dam and suburban street,

Turn hitherward thine unaccustomed feet,

At afternoon, or evening, or late night;

A change of scene oft rare attraction lends

To new acquaintance, as to older friends.