O'er Alpine heights that proudly rife And hails with duteous voice her George's natal day, III. Yet though her eye exulting fees To deck his brow whom each, with grateful fmiles, Enfeebled by the fcorching ray, Heedlefs ftranger, who fo long Haft thou no urn that afks thy care? LADY CARLISLE's ANSWER to Mrs. Greville's Qde for Indifference. But then an ev'ning walk's the thing- The man who fweats, when he fits ftill, Well, now the fupper's come and come For fupper, while it beats the cool, And bed, which cheers the cold man's heart, Helps not the hot a pin; For he who fweats when out of bed, Sweats ten times more when in. MAD POLL; from Bloomfield's Farmer's Boy. TH gay, HE pride of fuch a party, nature's pride, Through night's dark gloom :-oh how much more forlorn O'er the cold earth fhe crawls to her retreat; Quitting |