Pleadings of Experience for Love with extreme Prudence.

JANE felt for WALTER; felt his cruel pain,

While Pity's voice brought forth her tears again.

‘ Do n't scold him, Neighbour, he has much to say,

‘ Indeed he came and met me by the way.’

The Dame resum'd —‘ Why then, my Children, why

‘ Do such young bosoms heave the piteous sigh?

‘ The ills of Life to you are yet unknown;

‘ Death's sev'ring shaft, and Poverty's cold frown:

‘ I've felt them both, by turns:— but as they pass'd,

‘ Strong was my trust, and here I am at last.

‘ When I dwelt young and cheerful down the Lane.

‘ ( And, though I say it, I was much like JANE,)

‘ O'er flow'ry fields with Hind, I lov'd to stray,

‘ And talk, and laugh, and fool the time away:

‘ And Care defied; who not one pain could give,

‘ Till the thought came of how we were to live;

‘ And then Love plied his arrows thicker still:

‘ And prov'd victorious;— as he always will.